We faced each other in the room and he started to dance around a bit throwing his head like he might bark. That I thought would not be good, so quickly I quieted him and pushed the folding louvered doors to the hall way closed, at least buying us a little escape time. I turned my back to check the door and make sure it was unlocked. Bending down to take a look at the knob I must have presented too good a target for Riki to pass up, because my head was driven into the door as he jumped me. I went down on one knee, and he was all over me. He had his left front over my left shoulder, but his right front just missed and was under my right arm pit. Despite this, he had me clamped pretty good and with the door pushing my chin down into my chest, basically he had me pinned. He had me mounted and was up against me, but I couldn't feel any real erection against my back, or hard thrusting. Basically he just was mounted on me, straddling me, and kind of rubbing his crotch against me. I dropped to both knees, and then to all fours, all of, which just allowed him to further get control of me, shoving my head further under my neck and against the door, so he was still very much in charge. I remember wondering if he was learning from our fights and improving or was he just lucky. I was hoping he was improving, because I was finding it exciting that he could turn the tables on me, and pin me since up to now, I felt I had the distinct advantage in our fights. He'd only got me down once in the shavings shed, and I'd gotten him three or four times over the years, so it looked at this point as though my lead in fights won was cut down one again. I tried to, get turned, and my struggling under him seemed to serve to excite him more and more. I finally fell to my side and he was complete over me. He managed to land on all his legs and thus I was directly under him, trapped by the wall, the corner, the washing machine, and the door. He was straddling me, kind of growling like dogs do when they're play fighting, his front legs over my left shoulder, my hips directly under his crotch and between his back legs, and his head looking directly down on mine. He would nip at my neck and ear, but he always just grazed me, never really connecting. It was a little disconcerting, but I realized that fair was fair, and he'd beaten me and if I wanted him as a regular fighting opponent then I had to take the loss and let him have his moment of dog dominating man. And the domination seemed to really energize him. In more than just nipping. He by this time was showing a lot of pink. So I did what the "loser" was supposed to do, I reached down and stroked his dick. He got more excited, and I stroked more and really wished I had him between my legs to squeeze and make him yelp. The thought of him yelping in panic and desperate to get out from between my legs was very exciting and a turn on. Dishing out punishment to the dog. But he'd taken his in the past from me and it seemed it was my turn to take some punishment from him and he was dishing it out. As I stroked him I realized that if I got him too excited he'd start shooting pre-cum, which I began to feel oozing just a bit, and if someone came in, I was in a difficult position to explain. So I thought I ought to get out of the spot. I stopped stroking him and just laid still. After, biting at me for a short time, he stopped and just stood over me. Finally, he managed to pull himself back, stepping on my neck in the process and later I discovered leaving a couple significant scratch marks. Backed off now, I got up slowly. He was back to friendly Riki now wagging his tail. I stepped beside him, and rubbed his ears. We needed to leave, but I just desperately needed to feel him between my legs. So in kind of a dirty trick Pearl Harbor, I suddenly swung my right leg over his back and bent over his back. He instantly started his play growling again knowing we were wrestling again. I hugged his chest and kind of wrapped my self around him, but it wasn't really satisfying. I needed more, with a fight to go with it, just having body contact wasn't enough, and we could just have sex. So I bear hugged him and tried to stand up, pulling him up on his hind feed. He was growling and snapping at me over each shoulder, I kind of threw his chest against the top of the washing machine, and bent him over it. Once I got him there, I slid my arms under his front legs and tried to get them up behind his neck in a full nelson, which I managed with some effort. Now I had my struggle, and I was able to tighten my hold and at the same time, straddle his lower back and get my legs around his torso and in front of his hind legs with my crotch hard against his back. This felt WONDERFUL, he was growling and turning but totally under my control. I had a nice scissors on him and I was getting a good crotch rub from his back. The only thing that was wrong was that I wasn't stripped down at least to just wrestling briefs so I could feel the animal's muscles against mine. But there were limits! I had my ankles locked and realized that this position was unstable unless we were on the ground, but there really wasn't room. And we'd been gone a long time and needed to be getting back, so I let go. Riki, dropped to the ground and was really fired up. He was definitely ready to have a go with me for a third fall, but there was just no way. We'd get caught for sure. So I started brushing all the collie hair off me, and I pulled the folding doors open. The house was quiet. I wanted out, but Riki had the way blocked. Each time I tried to pass, he'd nip at me and block the way (all the while his tail was wagging though). Man, I really wanted to just set up some pads on the floor, strip, and let us have at each other big time. We just needed a nice clear spot where no innocent bystanders would get hurt, nothing would get broken (expect one of us maybe), and just battle it out and squirt cum at each other. But this was NOT the place or time. Finally I had to give him a sharp NO, and he kind of backed off. I got past him, turned and gave him a pet and headed out the door and back to the party, still cleaning off dog hair, brushing off my jeans (thank goodness I had jeans on and not nice slacks) and tucking my shirt back in. I got back and joined the crew. Cheryl asked if I was ok, and I said yes, just a little stomach trouble was my excuse for being gone so long. *Yeah, well maybe a little lower than the stomach, hard on trouble when I get one on one with your dog was what I was thinking." Later Riki wondered out via his dog door, and we crossed paths several more times that evening. Each time I went to great lengths to be nice to him and pet his head, so he understood the NO I gave was just for the moment. I wanted him to know that when we got alone again if he wanted to get rough and aggressive, the normal rules didn't apply. There would not be a master - dog relationship just two male predators exhausting primordial instincts for the hunt, the fight, the kill, and to dominate the other. And I think we understand each other and the rules. At least it's looking good. Following that encounter, we ran into each other at the barn. Cheryl was riding and Joe was working with her. Riki and I met at the end of one of the stall rows at the back of the barn. With only Cheryl, Joe, myself, and Riki at the barn I felt we could engage in some light contact, but nothing extensive yet. So while I could hear them in the indoor arena, I sat up on two bales of hay that were stacked on each other and called him over.

When he came, I immediately situated him to be sitting directly in front of me and started scratching his ears hard (which he likes). While doing this I directed his nose to my crotch. I had unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them open enough to allow access to the head of my dick through nothing more than my cotton briefs. And I pushed my dick head through the slot so it was exposed. While petting I directed his nose into contact with my dick. He sniffed it, and after I kept pressure on his head with the scratching he did give me a few licks, but I couldn't keep him interested. So I stopped scratching, pushed him back, stood up, zipped up and he and I walked back to the room where Cheryl and the other's kept all their riding gear (a tack room I believe is the term). There I found some vegetable oil and poured a plastic cap full and secured several paper towels. Then Riki and I made the trip back to the end of the stall row. Joe and Cheryl were still working, and I sat back down. Riki was ready to move on to other things, so I had to literally grab him and tell him to SIT in order to get ready. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled my now soft cock back up. I then pulled and draped the big dog back around in front of me. This wasn't the charged romantic-erotic-sex encounter it had started out to be. It was frustration. When we started, since there was not wrestling Riki hadn't gotten his signal to get turned on, and he though I was just petting and he wanted to either have a sex fight or go chase small animals. On the other hand, I want him to give me some head and I needed it. So we had to establish that we didn't ALWAYS have to fight to have sex though I admit that is the most satisfying way for us to do it. He was standing, but I told him to SIT and he did. I smeared a bit of vegetable oil on my cock, pushed his head between my legs and started scratching his ears. Finally after kind of pulling away several times, he smelled the oil, and found the source on my dick head, and started licking. We kept this up for about 10 minutes, and I was able to get a nice hard on. I got the build of my dick exposed, and finally taking a chance, pulled my pants down enough to put oil on the shaft and on some of my balls and let him lick it. While he was working my balls with my dick laying on his snout and up between his eyes, I came and squirted cum on his head between his ears. I let him finish me off, and clean off the head and get the remainder of the cum, and then I cleaned up. He sat there my cum on his head. I had read in someone else's account on the web of where the guy jacked off on the dogs head, I really liked the look and notion of my cum on his head. I'd kind of "marked" my territory, and it was a dominance thing. He'd emptied his rocks all over me in the shavings shed, and now at least he paid me back by taking a load from me in the face. But I figured like the other person had that it would not take long to figure out someone came on the dog. That would be the cause for some questions we didn't want, so I reached over with the paper towels after cleaning my self up and swiped the most visible cum off him. Gosh it looked good, nothing like a wad of your cum on your dog partner. And we went back to the crew, no one is yet the wiser. It's now early August and it looks like Riki and I may have the chance soon that we've been training for. Joe takes care of Riki while Cheryl's gone each week on her flights. But in the coming week, Joe has to go out of town one night. They asked me if I'd drop by and let Riki out, feed him and give him a little company just for that one evening. Good guy me, I said I thought I could. I get a hard on just thinking about, we're gonna go at it big time that night. It will be a night to remember, and I plan to spend the night and take the next day as a vacation day since I don't expect to get any sleep. We're got rassle, fight, and squirt cum at each other all night!

III. Alone at last!

We finally got at each other again, but it's taken a LONG time, and the wait and frustration has been great. My original plan was to take care of Riki when Joe and Dana left town, but then one of Dana's friends who lives next door offered and they took the option, so no chance.

In the ensuing weeks we've had not chances to get together at the barn. Too many people, or I don't make it. But I've fantasized about having more contact with the big dog and the urges are great.

Joe and Dana left town again last week for the weekend but I didn't have a chance to become involved in the plan for Riki "care," but it turned out to be another case that being lucky is better than being good. On Sunday afternoon, I was in Walgreen's when, Dana's neighbor what was feeding Riki and I ran into each other. We spoke briefly, and the main point that came out of the chance encounter was that she was late for a get together, Riki needed food and to be fed because Dana and Joe were due this evening, and she was malfunctioning trying to get it all done. Being the generous person I am, I volunteered to feed Riki and thus became the "hero" (little did she know). Martha gave me the keys to Dana's and off she went. The plan was that I'd pick up some food for him, feed and water him (and I had a plan to "feed" him more ways than one), and drop the keys back in Martha's mailbox.

With Martha on her way, I zipped over to the grocery store and picked up the big bag of dry dog food. But on the way out, I picked up a can of gourmet dog food too. My plan was forming! I swung by my house and picked up a pair of comfortable Speedo briefs to wear (I've learned in wrestling with these big dogs that its best not to have your balls and dick dangling out when you're rassling if they start nipping. So I've learned to wear some wrestling briefs and fight with them on,, until I get the monsters pinned, then I take them off when I put it to them as I go for my victory reward. Nothing like a really big strong dog, struggling and fighting desperately but helpless in your full nelson, while you ream him out!

I drove back to Dana's, parked in the driveway, and hoped that when I got out all the neighbors weren't looking. I felt very self conscious as if my motives for being here were somehow written on a billboard on the top of my car. And I had a ferocious hard-on already in anticipation of having that big brute between my legs struggling.

I walked to the front door, and Riki, was in the back yard, and came bounding up to the gate on the breezeway that separated the garage from the house. The breezeway was fenced also, I assume so he could be left outside in the back to run on nice days.

At this point it was about 5:15 on a beautiful fall afternoon. The shadows were just getting long from the big trees in the back yard. It was still very light out though, so as I put the dry bag of food down in the kitchen, I concluded that we'd not be able to fight outside (unless I didn't mind the chance that the whole neighbor hood would observer). I started to look around the house (the same one from our last encounter in the laundry room) for a place that would have room enough for us to get at each other full tilt, and at the same time not threaten damage to anything but ourselves.

As I did my search I realized I hadn't let the big brute in yet, and why not search with him in here so we could have a little foreplay! So I stripped in the bathroom and put on my wrestling briefs, went into the kitchen, opened the gourmet dog food and smeared it inside my briefs all over my cock and balls, wiping my hand on my briefs to clean the off.

Then I went to the back door and let my opponent in. He came through the door like a freight train, tail wagging, and all excited, probably ready for dinner. He seemed to recognize me right away, and his tail wagged furiously. I turned my back to walk back to the kitchen and he immediately came up to me, stuck his nose through my butt, and between my legs, and took a good sniff. I stopped and braced myself in the doorway, and he probed some more. He quit, and I looked back, and he was hopping around behind me, looking excited. I turned around, and he stepped right up and started sniffing my crotch again from the front. Immediately he started licking my briefs, but I couldn't tell with his long hair if he had a hard on yet.

I quickly started to get really excited. I was ready to jump him but I could just picture the damage to the living room that would result when I rode him around. He'd be thrashing trying to get me off and then what would happen when we charged each other and went down rolling over and over in a furious battle. So I decided to find us a place to battle, and started to walk. He followed, tripping me, with his nose sometimes pushing hard enough to be uncomfortable from behind me and up into my balls.

I found the basement door, opened it, turned on the light, and started down the stairs.

It was much cooler in the basement, especially for me, barefoot and dressed only in wrestling briefs. Riki came right behind. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked around. The basement was used for storage, but Dana had a area of it, carpeted with a sofa bed couch and television. I figured this is where she and Joe came and fucked while they watched TV, so it would be a good place for Riki and I to tangle for the same goal.

As I stood there, suddenly Riki jumped me, front legs around my chest, and I almost fell. He had my thigh in a pretty good scissors, nipping at my face, and humping my thigh. Let's go too I though, and managed to get an arm around him. We struggled like a could of kids first learning to slow dance, bodies tight against each other, but not following well. He was still humping and I was trying for a bear hug. I couldn't get the hold, and finally summoning all my strength, I shoved hard with my right arm managing to dislodge him, and sending the big dog slamming down onto the rug. He was growling as he fell, and yelped as he hit the rug, and again as I jumped on top of him. I hit flat on top of him, and the force of my body hitting his knocked the wind out of him. It was almost an audible grunt, so I knew I was doing some damage. With his body under me I went for a choke hold and body scissors. In his stunned state the big dog could only put up a weak resistance as my legs wrapped around him and my arm closed around his neck, but as his wind came back he began to struggle furiously. He wiggled very violently and despite locked angles, at lot of thigh pressure, and all my strength and best efforts after about a five minute furious battle on the mat he broke free. He was up faster than I, and jumped me hitting me on the right shoulder almost managing to mount me.

I dropped to the floor with Riki clamped to my back trying to throw him off me. Finally I twisted suddenly, and both of us fell on our sides. I scrambled to my knees whirling to face him, and lunged, but missed. He rolled up and dodged my lunge. Then at the same second we both had the same idea and lunged. He to his left and me to my right and we crashed into each other, he had tried to jump up to mount me and I had tried to come over on his back. We crashed into each other my shoulder against his front chest. My arms wrapped around the thick base of his neck and from shoulders, and his front paws skidded over my shoulders burning the skin with his nails. Then we struggled, me on my knees, he on his back legs and we danced around like two human wrestlers in a clinch, Riki growling and my cursing and sweating. As we battled I realized how great a fight we had going. Finally I threw him and leapt on his back. And we were on the floor again and battling furiously.

For the next 10 minutes or so we battled on the floor, both hot, me sweating, both getting frustrated at times. I threw some punches, Riki got mad an bit me a few times and with each escalation we went at each other harder. But slowly Riki got the upper hand. I kept trying for body scissors, but couldn't except once hold them long enough to hurt him, and get him to yelp and get off me.

Finally both of us became defensive only and with neither attacking it was clear that this fight was over of a while. My hands were cut, and I had several bites, which were either going to be blood blisters or were open cuts. My knuckles were cut from a couple punches I'd thrown and Riki had lost a tooth from one of my punches to his mouth after he bit me.

It had been quite a fight and very satisfying.

IV. Jumping a new dog running loose in the neighborhood

Hey, I had a GREAT afternoon that didn't start off so well. Go off work early and got home about 2:15 in the afternoon yesterday. I'm in a mood, been in and out being hot for a few minutes, getting hard, rubbing my own dick. It was one of those days when you're unsettled, and you know you want some kind of kink action but nothing is coming to you.

Well I had about 5 hours to burn before New Year's party. I start up my computer and decide to write a jack off story. As I'm doing this I'm watching out the back through the trees to what used to be the fields behind us which is now a subdivision under construction.

Well, low and behold, out there I see this brown and white dog running loose out there. And it all just clicked I needed to hunt down that stray if I could. I couldn't tell what it was, male or female, and how big, but it looked big enough and I decided what I needed was some dog action or to at least try. So I pulled off my jeans, slapped on some running shorts, a sweat shirt, and some running shoes and took off down there.

The construction at the site closed down at noon so it was empty. I ran through the streets looking. But I'd lost him/her. Man was I up, literally, and it was a very frustrating experience. So I started back walking between the half built stick houses and I see it near one of the partially built houses.

It sees me and I get its attention. It just stands there, I call, and it at first won't come, but finally slowly does. It's male or neutered male, its got a cock. Its dark brown and white, looks like a pointer of some type. Pretty stout, and about probably 27 inches at the shoulder and has a collar.

I finally got to pet him, and managed over about a 5 minute period to lure him into one of the houses, which had drywall up. We got into a back room, there were windows in all the openings, but no doors or door hardware, drywall was up on the walls through. We got in there and I started playing with him, rubbing his back then his stomach and slowly rubbed back to his dick and between his legs. He liked that and started to pay a lot more attention. So I rubbed pretty aggressively and pink started to show and he was starting to drip fluid. I stopped stroking him long enough to drag a piece of loose 4x8 drywall across the door opening so we'd not be interrupted and he's not leave when we rough housed and I took off my shorts and sweatshirt but left my briefs on. Since I didn't know him I didn't want to have my cock out there and get chewed on by this dog.

I dropped three pieces of drywall down to give us a nice smooth surface to be on so that gave us a 12 x 8 wrestling mat so to speak and I went back to feeling him up. I got him squirting and then stood up and tried getting on his back. He squirted away so I went after him, finally grabbing his collar and throwing a leg over him and coming down on his back. I didn't ride him for very long before he dropped under me and then I just straddled him for a bit. He gave up struggling under me pretty quickly. So I let him up. He didn't know what to do now, I think he was confused, so I started feeling him up again and stroking him. He got harder, showed a lot more cock and started dripping a regular stream of clear fluid.

So I mounted him again and this time rolled him over when I got on top so he was on his back and I kept feeling him up. He wiggled more this way and it was a much better crotch massage than before.

I wrestled with him for about twenty minutes, I did some scissors, and head and neck scissors until my hard-on was set. Finally I set a headlock on him and laid him out and got on top of him, scooted up on his shoulders and neck and jacked off on his face. When I got up, he got all excited and jumped up and put his front legs around my waist so I kind of put a head lock on him. He started humping my left thigh, so I held him in a headlock while he dry humped my leg and finally he came. I wiped off the fluid and cum off my leg and just wiped it on him, he still had cum from me on his head. I put on my shorts and sweatshirt stood up the one drywall piece and tossed parts of one of the three I dropped out the window and stood up the other two (they had lots of stains on them! I wonder if anyone will figure out what happened) and took off back to the house to shower. I felt A LOT better.