The door swung shut and my family was finally gone, out of my world, leaving me in solitute only broken by my best friend, man's best friend, my dog Rupert. Immedietaly upon their departure Rupert drilled me with his bedroom eyes, unmistakbly so. The humongous beast of a mutt backed towards me and presented himself like a thanksgiving turkey ready for stuffing. My pants disappeared. My macho kielbasa was like a chicken nugget, aching to be dipped in his barbecue saucy hole, where it would slip and slide like a child frolicking in the waterpark until my white garlic dressing would erupt and coalesce into delectable flavors of love. He gazed towards me as if I was a turd ripe for devouring, as if he knew it was wrong, but still felt it was right, so right that he could hardly wait. *BARK* he commanded me. Though the language barrier between our species kept his message from reaching me he had other channels of communication at hand. His quivering onion ring burst with a gentle toot like a desperate aiport worker signaling to a plane that the airstrip is clear for landing. I could no longer hold myself back. My inner sexual terrorist hijacked my plane, my brain, overriding all controls and setting course straight for his moistened pentagon of flesh. *shlorp* It sounded, as my phallic fuselage wrecked itself into his backside in a sensual yet bestial recreation of the lesser known events of 9/11. *shlurk* *ppffft*
'DOKI DOKI DOKI' my heart and cock throbbed in tandem. I made love such with vigorous motion I had not thought it possible, pushing my cardiovascular system to its limits.
The force of the impact upon his taint sent his gargantuan manhood into orbit. It swung like the pendulum of a grandfather clock and aptly so as the time was nearing for us both to climax.
"AHYUK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and he howled. Together we were wolves under the glistening full moon. My leaded gasoline of love filled the fuel tank of his war machine and the artillery of his canine cream rained destruction upon the carpeted floor in such ways that it would never smell or look clean ever again.
- FIN -
Both laughter and masturbation are welcomed.