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There he was, just standing out on the porch as if he'd been waiting for me to show up. Standing tall, his tail wagging enthusiastically, his eyes glistened with what looked like amusement as he gazed at me. His pink tongue lolled out of his mouth, dripping a little saliva onto the weathered boards of the porch beneath him.

I stopped at the front gate, a wrought iron affair that had started to rust, and leaned on the top of it, looking back at the dog that had caught my attention. He was a beautiful animal, a golden Labrador with a coat that shone in the incidental sunlight that broke through the scattered clouds of light grey creeping overhead. I couldn't see his eyes' colour from where I was, but I was sure that they'd be brown, like slightly melted milk chocolate.

I then turned my gaze to the surrounding house, which looked as if it had been constructed somewhere around the early 1900s. It would have been a nice villa back then, but now it was sadly neglected. Many of the windowpanes were cracked or broken, with some having boards nailed up to cover the jagged wounds. A scraggly ivy vine, missing many leaves due to the coming of winter, crawled forlornly over the walls, winding around the window frames, around the posts of the porch, through the holes in the corroding guttering. The walls had lost much of their paint; only a few patches of faded white remained to remind an observer of its former pristine glory. Here and there were scrawled various examples of graffiti, once in fluorescent colours, but now only faded.

He barked once, a loud strident sound that echoed slightly in the confines of the porch, bringing my mind back from its architectural musing. He continued looking at me, panting quickly, for it was a fairly warm day, despite the overcast sky. Then again, followed by a little whine. He lay down on the planks, tail still wagging, still looking at me with that gaze, as if begging me to come up and visit him.

"You want a visit, boy?" I called quietly, after glancing around to make sure that I was the only person around. I had to admit that I did want to go up and give him a pat, a rub behind the ears, a kiss....

Another bark was my answer, and he scrabbled to his feet, tail wagging furiously.

"I guess so, then." Another quick glance around, then I unlatched the gate and pushed it open, wincing at the enormously loud creak of protest the hinges gave. I debated leaving the gate open, but decided that I'd better close it, just in case someone did come by and wonder why the front gate of an abandoned house was standing wide open.

The concrete path was overgrown with lichen and moss, their root systems eroding away at the stone, and my footsteps left slight depressions, accompanied by a soft squishing sound. It was a short path, only about fifteen metres or so, and rose up a gentle incline. He didn't move from the porch; he just stood there, quite happy for me to go to him.

The steps leading up to the porch creaked alarmingly beneath me as I carefully ascended them. They were slippery with damp, and the wood had warped to create large cracks. A board suddenly cracked, and I leaped quickly up the remaining steps, for fear that I would fall through.

There I was, standing next to him. He looked up at me with his warm brown eyes, tail still wagging, then he stepped forward and nuzzled at my hands, giving them a good sniffing over. Approving of my scent, he gave my hands a wet lick.

I smiled and crouched down, so that my face was on more of a level with his. "Heya, boy," I said quietly, leaning forward so that I was only a few inches from him. He licked me again, on my nose, then my lips, tilting his head slightly. Hoping no one would would walk by, I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth. "Mmmmf," I murmured as his large, slightly raspy tongue slipped over my smaller, smoother one. He snuffled as he licked deeply into my mouth.

I broke the kiss after some thirty seconds or so to catch my breath. "Come on, boy. Let's go inside," I said to him, slowing getting to my feet with a wince. "We shouldn't do this in public." Even if there appears to be no one around at the moment, I added mentally.

He seemed to agree with me, giving a quiet bark before turning around and padding through the front door, tail wagging from side to side. I hesitated briefly as I got a nice view of his tight anal star and lightly furred balls, then followed him inside.

It took me a few seconds to adjust to the dingy darkness inside the house. I saw then how bad the interior was. Turquoise-flowered paper was peeling off the walls everywhere I looked. The floor of the hallway I was in, a badly cracked and faded parquet, was liberally littered with twigs, leaves and larger branches, blown in from outside as the door had been left open for many years. Everywhere were faint reminders of the people who had once lived here: a dark rectangle where a picture had once hung; a broken picture frame lying among shards of glass, with a monochrome photograph half nibbled away by murine visitors; moth-eaten curtains rustling forlornly in the light breeze whispering through gaps in the window frames. I poked my head into various rooms as I followed him, feeling a sense of quiet sadness permeating the very air.

He trotted down the hallway, and turned right at the end, entering a small room that must have been a bedroom at some point in the distant past. A mattress had been laid on the floor in the far corner, quite lumpy and dingy, and most likely rather mouldy underneath from damp. The room was otherwise bare, save for an old-fashioned wardrobe in a bad state of disrepair in the other far corner. He flopped onto it and looked up to me, his tongue lolling, as if to say, 'This is my home.'

It wasn't much of a home, but as the old adage goes, 'home is where the heart is.' Crouching down beside the mattress, I extended a hand and gently rubbed behind his ears, which were warm and silky to the touch. He tried to lick at my hand, twisting his head around to do so, so I gave him my other hand to lick, which he did quite wholeheartedly.

I let him lick me for a short while before I pulled my hand away and moved my head closer to his. He followed suit and started swiping over my lips with his large tongue. Laughing quietly, I parted my lips and let him lick eagerly inside, moving my own tongue over his as I rubbed my hands over his neck fur. His fur was surprisingly smooth, as if it had just been washed. He felt warm, despite him having stood outside in the chill autumn air for who knew how long.

The intense French kiss lasted for ages, probably a couple of minutes, if not longer. I broke away, heaving a deep breath of air, as I'd barely remembered to breathe during it. "You're quite the kisser," I said to him with a smile, giving him another ear-rub. "Who could refuse a tongue like that?"

He seemed to grin at me, and barked again, the sound echoing crazily around the room and hallway.

"Yeah, definitely not me," I said, grinning back. I shifted position a bit, as my legs were starting to feel somewhat cramped, and belatedly noticed that while we'd been kissing the crotch of my jeans had got a bit tighter. "Aww, look what you've caused," I admonished in a friendly tone. "I'm all hard now."

A vigorous tail-wagging was his response to that statement.

"Hmmm, if I didn't know better, I'd say that you'd planned this," I said as I stood up to begin removing my jeans. Almost before I'd got the zip down he was up on his feet and trying to get his cute brown nose through the gap. "Hey, hey, no pushing!" I tapped him lightly on the nose and turned around briefly to finish undoing the zip and buttons before I turned back. I pushed my jeans down, revealing my tight red briefs, which were straining outwards under the influence of the maleness hidden within.

This time he was a bit more conservative in his nosing, though no less eager. He sniffed and snuffled at the bulge, as if he knew there was something in there that he wanted. His tail was moving to and fro rapidly, making his whole body sway. "You want it? Want some dick?"

I jumped when he barked again, probably the loudest I'd heard yet. That was a pretty definitive 'yes', I thought. "Jeez, okay, okay," I muttered, pulling my underwear out from my body and slipping them over the head of my cock, letting its six-inch length free.

Moments later his tongue was licking eagerly at it, like a starving man given a hunk of bread. I pulled my foreskin back, exposing the darker pink of the glans, and as his tongue swiped over it my legs suddenly weakened. "Ohhh, man...." The sensation was incredible. After a few seconds I had to sit down on the mattress before my legs gave out.

He didn't let up in his enthusiastic oral treatment at all. His wet tongue roamed up and down my thick cock, leaving no part untouched, and giving it a slight sheen of saliva which glistened a little in the dim light coming through the dirty, but intact, window.

I lay back on his bed and lifted my knees up in an 'A'. As if it was an invitation, he shifted his attentions from my now overly sensitive member to my tight anal pucker. I'd had a couple of my partners do a rimjob on me, but this...this felt so much better! His tongue was more agile than a human's, and was twisting and digging in ways I wouldn't have thought possible. I relaxed my hole a bit, and he took the momentary opportunity to dig his tongue in, getting the tip of it in through the pucker, even nipping it with his teeth, making me yelp. It was painful, but it was a sort of good pain, and I found I rather liked it. He nipped me a few more times before I'd had enough and sat up. "Okay, that'll do," I said, giving him a good neck rubbing with both hands and a quick kiss. "It's my turn to tease you."

Like he knew what I was saying, he rolled over onto his back, splaying his legs out comically, tail wagging slowly, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.

I grinned widely, and started giving him good scratches up and down his belly, which elicited a lot of pleased panting and huffing as he tried to move around to get my fingers into the best spots. My left hand strayed near his sheath and, while my other hand was busy with his chest fur, I stroked it gently and gave it a squeeze. He didn't object, so I started focusing more of my efforts on that area. It wasn't very long before he showed signs of being aroused, as the pink tip of his erection slipped out into view.

I jiggled his sheath a bit more and leaned down to suck the spongy cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the oddly angled head, tasting the unique flavour of his sheath slime and precum. As always, the initial taste caused me to gag a bit, but I got used to it as I slurped on him. Little shots of pre spurted over my tongue, and I built it up in my mouth before I swallowed. There was a short burst of flavour as it went down, bitter with an odd tang.

When my jaws began to get sore I slipped my lips off his cock and sat up, looking at him, looking into his soft brown eyes. After a good oral workout like that, it seemed fitting that I should let him finish off in a more natural fashion. I grinned at him and got onto all fours on the mattress, wincing as a spring inside sproinged under a knee. "Up, boy," I urged, wagging my butt a little provocatively.

He didn't need much urging at all. He was quickly up on his feet, and bouncing up onto the mattress behind me. I lowered myself slightly, and turned my head to glance behind, and saw him rearing up on his hind legs and lunging forward to drape himself over my back. I bent my left arm so that my front went down, and I reached behind with my other to grab for his spit-slick cock.

He was eager, and kept thrusting his hips, trying to find a hole. It took me a few seconds to get him aimed right because he was moving so much. I felt the pointed tip of his member slip into my anus, and moments later the rest of his shaft followed in a hard lunge, burying nearly all of his veiny thickness into my tight hole.

I thought once again of my first canine experience as he rammed the rest of his phallus into me, gritting my teeth and letting out a pained groan. I hadn't tied then, out of a fear of having my arsehole ripped apart, nor any of the other times I had been taken, but this time I was determined to get him totally inside me to share the full experience.

He was rough in his thrusting, but not as bad as I thought it might have been, as if he was trying to not cause me too much discomfort. His cock slid easily enough through my stretched anal ring, most of it staying within me as he humped. After only a few seconds I could feel his knot growing quickly, popping through my hole a couple of times before he slammed it in for the tie.

A moment or two later I felt a strong stretching sensation as his knot finally swelled up to lock him inside me. There was no going back now; I was stuck with a mass of throbbing flesh inside me.

I'd never felt so stuffed in my life, and I briefly wondered if this was what constipation felt like. The urge to 'go' was quite strong, and there was a lot of painful discomfort as my abused rectum tried to accommodate its throbbing occupant.

After a minute or so, during which my rectal muscles clenched and relaxed a few times before they got used to being stretched, the pain died down to a dull ache, and I could concentrate more on what I was feeling back there. It took me a few more seconds to realise that the gentle pulsing of his knot meant that he was shooting his thin, watery seed into me. The pulsing was rather pleasant, and as I shifted position a little to ease my cramping leg muscles his weight shifted as well, pushing just a few more millimetres into me.

The minutes went by, and he just stayed draped over my back, not bothering to dismount and go butt-to-butt with me like most dogs I knew. He panted quietly, and his drool dripped stickily over my hair and neck. I wasn't particularly enamoured with that -- I couldn't think how to explain why I was covered in dog drool if anyone asked -- but it was part of the whole experience.

As much as I enjoyed being underneath a warm, furry body, with a fat cock squirting a big load of canine cum into my bowels, after a few minutes I was starting to feel uncomfortable. My legs were protesting, my rectum felt as if it would never tighten up again, and my lower colon was gurgling quietly as air inside was displaced by my partner's fluid.

As if he sensed my thoughts, he started to dismount, trying to pull away and turn himself at the same time. Though I could feel that his knot was deflating, it wasn't quite enough to allow it easy passage through my anus. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep him in, grabbing hold of his forelegs and telling him to stay. I murmured softly to him, the usual sweet nothings that people say to dogs. "That's it, boy...keep still...good boy. Just a little longer...."

It was perhaps another minute before I felt brave enough to let him withdraw. I let go of his forelegs, and he slipped off my back, turning and pulling. I winced and groaned as my sore hole stretched wide around his fleshy bulb, then gasped as he slipped out in a rush. Almost immediately a small torrent of doggie jizz spurted out, splattering onto the bed below me. More followed in smaller amounts as my anus tried to close up.

I stayed still briefly, then turned my head to look at him. Like any dog, he'd curled up and was licking at his spent cock, which was still shooting small jets of cum. It looked bigger than what it had been before, and much darker. Veins striated it, the dark blue lines forming an odd map over his flesh. Instead of a soft pink-red, it was now an angry shade of red-purple.

Slowly I moved myself into an upright position, feeling the cum trickling and oozing out of my hole. "Jeez, you know how to fuck a guy, don't ya, boy?" I asked him rhetorically.

He looked up from his oral cleansing and wagged his tail briefly before resuming his activity.

"You don't have to look so smug about it," I said with a chuckle. I stretched out on the bed, feeling the soreness in my backside, and watched him clean himself, until his cock and knot softened and deflated, slipping back into their furry home. He then got up and moved over to me, sprawling out with a groan against me. I took the opportunity to curl up around him a little and cuddle, rubbing his chest fur. With my head next to his, I noticed that he smelled quite clean, as if someone had been taking good care of him. He certainly did look as if he was well cared for.

As I pondered this, his tail started wagging. My groin was pressed up against his rump, and the movement of his tailbase rubbed against my now flaccid cock and balls. I scritched more with my hand, working down his body again, rubbing my fingers over his sheath and further back to his balls. They had less fur, and felt smooth and silky to the touch. He didn't seem to mind my touching them, as his wagging increased in speed.

Tentatively I moved further back, and lightly brushed my fingertips over his soft, crinkled anal pucker. I knew some dogs weren't fazed by being touched there, and others would let one know in no uncertain terms that they didn't like it. He seemed to be of the former persuasion, thankfully. He just lifted his head and looked at me, licking his chops and wagging harder. "You like that, huh?" I said with a smile, brushing a little more firmly, even pushing the tip of my index finger in slightly. He barked quietly in response, then lay his head back down, his tongue lolling out.

"Hmm." I pulled away from him a bit, allowing my cock room to stiffen once again. As it grew I spit into my fingers and smeared the saliva over his anus, giving it a good coating. I looked up at his face as I gently began to insert my index finger into his tailhole, watching for any signs that he didn't like it. He whimpered a little, but otherwise he stayed still, his tail moving a bit slower as I worked my finger into him. His sphincter tightened around the intruder as I carefully twisted my finger around as I pushed it slowly in and out, lubing him up as best I could with what I had available. After about thirty seconds of gentle thrusting I pulled my finger out, spat on it and slipped it back in, introducing another finger. He whined, looking up at me again and giving another quiet bark, then lowered his head again.

I worked his tight, presumable virgin hole with as much care as I could, liking the way his smooth rectal walls felt gripping my fingers. I could feel him loosening up a little, so I withdrew my fingers and prepared for the next step. I worked up a good amount of saliva in my mouth, then spat on my fingers once again, slicking up my cock with it. I stroked it just enough to get an all-over coating, then glanced down at him, wondering what the best position to take was.

As if he'd been reading my mind, he rolled over onto his back, his legs splaying outward. It was like a tacit way of saying, 'Take me now!' "Okay then," I said, manoeuvring myself so that his legs were on either side of mine. He looked down into his soft brown eyes for a few seconds, then nudged the head of my cock through his anal opening, very slowly easing myself into his depths. I slipped in almost effortlessly, his hole welcoming my thick shaft. He let out a loud groan as I buried myself inside him, and his tongue lolled out more. Underneath me I could feel his tail wagging again.

"Mmmm, so warm and tight," I murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. He licked back softly, and with increasing enthusiasm, as I began to make love to his rump. My thrusts were firm, but gentle, as I took my time to make sure that he enjoyed it as much as I did. His tongue slipped deep into my mouth, his rough tongue battling with mine. His tail was wagging hard out, the coarse fur brushing over my back, giving me ticklish thrills. Every now and then he'd let out another pleased groan as my cock pushed deep into his bowels, clenching and relaxing around me as I thrust.

As much as I wanted to fuck his wonderful hole forever, my body wasn't about to let me have that pleasure. I could feel the unmistakable sensations of a climax rising up within me, and I knew that it would be only a short time before I'd reach my release. He seemed to know that too, because he started trying to hump himself on my shaft, as if trying to get every last millimetre into him before I came.

That moment wasn't too long in arriving. A few more hard thrusts, each accompanied by a canine grunt, was then followed by a series of hard pants as I unloaded into him. I could feel my cock pulsing hard as it delivered its creamy payload of semen deep within him. I was in ecstasy; I felt lightheaded from the pleasure of sharing my seed with my canine lover, and I carefully rolled over onto my side and cuddled him close to me as I finished up, suddenly feeling weak from my efforts. He licked my face wildly as if in thanks, and I licked him back, a tired smile on my face.

We lay together, my cock softening inside him, for a while, just relaxing and enjoying the afterglow of sex. I lightly rubbed behind his ears, making them twitch. "Mmm, thank you," I murmured, kissing his wet nose. He woofed softly in reply and licked me again, right across the lips.

Eventually I noticed that the light in the room was slowly getting dimmer as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Sighing with regret at having to leave, I slowly pulled away from him and got off the bed to put my clothes back on. "I wish I could just stay with you," I said, looking over at him after I put my shirt back on. "I've never had such a wonderful lover as you before."

He got off the bed and padded over to nuzzle at my crotch, licking at it. I'd just put my underwear on, so he left a large damp spot on the front of them. "Gee, thanks," I muttered, rbbing his ears. "I love you too, but...I have to get home, or my parents will start worrying."

He looked up at me, wagging his tail, and barked once, before padding out of the room, his claws tick-tacking across the worn floor. Once I'd finished getting myself dressed I followed him, casting my eyes once more around the dingy room he called a home before I did so. Once again I was mutely assailed by the reminders of the past as I slunk down the hallway to the foyer. I couldn't help but wish that I could take him with me, away from this place of sadness.

I sighed as I reached the front door, staring out into the dimness of dusk. I didn't want to leave, but.... I stepped out onto the porch and crouched down next to where he had sat himself. He was looking out towards the road, his eyes seemingly distant. After a few seconds he turned to me, gazing with his soft brown eyes. I gazed back, and I suddenly saw a world of sadness deep within them. I had a sense of incredible sorrow and pain, as if I was being given a glimpse of his life in earlier times, and then the moment was gone. He licked gently at my face, then got to his feet, turning to head back inside again. He looked back at me, woofed softly, then padded back through the door again.

I watched him go, tears pricking at my eyes. He seemed to fade away with each step he took away from me, like a ghost dissipating into the air, until it was as if he had never been there. On an impulse I got to my feet again and re-entered the house. The atmosphere seemed even more oppressive now, like it was just before a thunderstorm. The effect was rather unnerving, and I had to fight an urge to just leave.

I slipped into his room again, and found no trace of him. It was as if he'd never existed. No dog hairs were on the mattress, I couldn't smell the distinct aroma of canine semen, and couldn't even find anything of my own. As I inspected the bed where we had lain, I noticed a small photo tacked to the wall with a rusty thumbtack. Frowning, I leaned over and took a closer look, a somewhat difficult task in the much decreased light levels. It was an old black-and-white photo, rather faded, but the subject of it was obvious -- it was him. He was sitting on his haunches, looking almost directly at me. I carefully pulled it off the wall, glanced around, and left the room. I had a feeling that no one would miss it if I took it home with me to look at.

It was nearly an hour before I got home, and was able to look at the photo more closely. It was definitely him, and a rather handsome portrayal at that. I casually flipped it over to see if there were any comments on the back. My eyes widened when I saw the faded text scribbled on the back, and a chill ran through me. "Lucas, died 195-." The last digit was too indistinct to make out.

I put the photo down on my desk, feeling somewhat dumbstruck. I'd just spent the afternoon with...a ghost? I took another look at the front, scrutinising it carefully. I had to conclude that this was indeed the very dog I'd been intimate with. A number of emotions were fighting for dominance over me now -- bewilderment, amazement, horror, love, curiosity.... It was hard to believe, certainly, but it had been so real. I didn't know what to think.

I closed my eyes, and recalled the time we had spent with each other, sharing our bodies and seed, and smiled. Real or not, my memories were vivid, and there was no mistaking the cum stains in my underwear. I knew that I'd have to find out more about my long-deceased lover, but for now...I had a name and the memories of him.

Opening my eyes I glanced down at the photo. Just for a brief moment, I thought I saw his jaws move into a grin. "Lucas," I murmured, lightly rubbing my finger over his ears. "A handsome name for a handsome dog. Thank you." Then, as if in answer, I heard a faint bark in my mind. I smiled and propped the photo up against the books on my shelf. As unreal as it seemed right then, I knew I'd never forget him.