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

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

... his ears. I took a look at the door. No handle on the inside. Well, of course not. I left the door open and walked towards Mac. I held both hands in front of me “Good boy… sit… I just want to”. I touched his head. Mac bent his head down and then moved it back up, rubbing against my hand… I used my other hand to ruffle the soft fur behind his ears. Mac still sat but moved his head towards me. I moved one hand down to his chest and let my fingers glide through the thick, gray fur. Mac gave my hand a quick lick and then looked back up at me. “Good boy, Mac”. Damn this was it. This was my dog. Fuck “not for sale”, I had just found my soulmate. I got down on my knees, cupping Mac’s big head between my hands. I looked at him and petted the sides of his long snout. Mac tried to give me a lick across my face, but I drew back in time “No, bad boy, no licking mommy!”. Mac looked at me and yawned. Even his breath smelled good. How can that be? I had loved my parent’s dog Kenny, but his dog breath was… well, dog breath. It stank. But Mac’s breath smelled fresh and musky. And warm. Goosebumps on both arms.

I grabbed both sides of his strong neck and pulled him closer. Mac put his head on my shoulder and I pressed against him. I whispered into his ear “You’re my dog, Mac” and hugged him with both arms.

Then I heard a bang and a click behind me. The door to the kennel had fallen shut. Fuck.

CHAPTER 1.2 - Bonding Time

One hour later. I had fallen in love with my new dog. After ...

... trying to open the kennel door for 20 minutes, shouting and rattling the door, I had given up. Mac had watched me the whole time and barked from time to time. I wasn’t afraid of him. If there ever was a good dog, it was him. I could feel it. And I could picture the embarrassing scene when the owner came back later tonight - or tomorrow? - and found me locked inside a kennel clearly labeled “Beware! Not for Sale! Danger”. There would have to be some explaining - but one thing I knew for sure: this was my dog now. I didn’t care if they wanted extra money, or fine me or whatever. This was my dog now.

We played. And damn, it was fun. Mac didn’t know a lot of commands, but he was a quick learner. After not even an hour, he could lie on his back, stand up on his hind legs and - our best trick - walk in an eight shape around my spread legs. I also took some time to pet Gandhi. The bars between the kennels were a bit further apart and Gandhi could stick his whole fat head into Mac’s kennel and I petted and ruffled his long fur. Gandhi smelled much stronger than Mac, but still not unpleasant. I stayed away from Kong, though. And he ignored me as well. He just looked straight ahead, at something in the far distance and pretended I wasn’t there.

There were two small doors between kennels, secured by a heavy iron plate that could be pulled up by a chain that went all the way to the ceiling, over a metal beam, and came down again, ending in a crude iron handle. I pulled the chain to ...