MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... there was probably not a good idea.

The kennel in the middle housed a large German Shepherd. When I approached he stood dead center and looked at me. He didn’t bark or growl, he just looked at me. I tilted my head to the side, he watched me and tilted his head to the side. I smiled and tilted my head to the other side. He tilted his head to the other side. “When you find the right dog, your dog, you will know”.

Shit. There was no real way to describe it, but I felt… something. He held my gaze. His brown eyes looked kind and curious… he opened his mouth and licked his snout.

“Well, great, I have found my magical connection with a dog labeled as ‘Beware!’, ‘“Danger’... and not to forget, ‘Not for Sale’”. I forced myself to look away, this felt like a major heartbreak. In the kennel to the left was a strange mix of… what? Pitbull and St. Bernard? Something like this. The dog was huge, it looked like a fat pig. He paced back and forth and looked at me. No barking, no growling. He was ugly but in a… I dunno… cute kind of way. Everything about him seemed a little off, the short legs carrying his giant body, the long tail wagging not left and right but more like a crooked up and down. His eyes weren’t as kind as the German Shepard’s, but he didn’t look aggressive or mean… just mildly interested in this new guest. I looked at him and smiled. He sat down. Because of his short legs, he looked hunched over and I had to smile.

I turned my head and looked at the right ...

... kennel. From where I was standing I couldn’t see all of it. It seemed to be empty. I took two steps forward, making sure I was still outside any zone that could be referred to as “Beware” or “Danger”. Half of the right kennel was in shadow and it seemed empty. I took another step forward, now I was 3, maybe 4 feet away from the thick bars. Still outside the “Danger!” zone but closer than I was probably allowed to approach. There was a piece of dirty duct tape next to the kennel’s door handle and it simply said “Kong”. I smiled… I kinda liked hyperbolic names for dogs.

I stared into the darkness and thought I saw a movement. But it was too high up to be a dog unless the occupant of the kennel was lying on a bunk bed or something. I heard a scraping sound, like paws on concrete and then I saw two eyes. “This… this can’t be!” I thought. The eyes were level with mine and I stand at 5 feet and one inch. The eyes closed and opened again… and out of the shows came the biggest Great Dane I had ever seen. He must’ve been on his hind legs when I saw his eyes… now that he was walking towards me, his eyes were at the height of my chest. I could see his muscles move under the thick, black fur.

“Hi Kong” I said… and he sat down and looked at me, motionless. On his hind legs, he was taller than me, by a good 2 inches, maybe 3. “Where do they breed monsters like this?”... I had seen big dogs before, some scarily big ones, but never anything even remotely like this. Now I kinda got what the ...