I bent down to pull up my coveralls as Paddy ran into the clearing I was using as my toilet, and he jumped on me with his two front paws in the center of my back, knocking me down on all fours. ‘ If my hunt was a bust before this, it surely is now that fucking stupid dog is here.‘ I thought, great, here I am with my pants down around my ankles, cock in my hand, and I have a deer looming up behind me! I turned my head around as far as I could to see what was coming, and to my complete surprise, here was Paddy, my neighbor’s Irish Setter, to ruin my hunt with all his noise. I was shaking off my last pee when I heard movement coming up the hill behind me.
The coveralls had no zipper in front, so I dropped them down to my boots. I was about halfway up a steep hill back to where I had parked my car and decided to stop to pee. After all, it was fucking boiling hot even in the scrubby forest. The hunting was slow today, and after a few hours of tracking footprints that led nowhere, I felt a bit discouraged by the activity and thought it was time to head home. I doused myself with buck-lure, which is doe-in-heat urine, and started into the woods. One morning I decided to go hunting, and, as it was hot outside, I wore my Camo-coveralls and nothing under them. It was in the Fall, and deer hunting season was starting. This went on for months, and I didn’t pay it no mind until after the event happened. He would wander off and find a corner and lay down and lick his cock with an almost pleading look in his eyes. I did not know I must have been cock teasing poor Paddy like crazy, which left him aroused and erect. Usually, once he started getting a boner, that was my cue to stop as I’d think: ‘ There’s no need to torment the poor creature.‘ But it amused me to see his hot dog red cock begin to poke out of the furry sheath in a half-doggy boner. But I never touched it as I am not a sicko pervert who does this kind of thing. Of course, I had noticed his cock before as you wouldn’t miss it was so big. His tongue would hang out of his mouth as I rubbed his furry belly, and if you got that one right spot, one of his legs would start pumping away.Īfter a while, I noticed that his dog cock was getting hard when I rubbed his belly. He was especially fond of having his tummy scratched as it was hard for him to do that himself. He was an amiable dog, and when you patted and scratched him, he would go down on his back and stick his legs up in the air as most dogs do. I got on well with most folks but seemed to make friends with my neighbor’s large Irish Setter dog named Paddy, who would visit me looking for food and affection. I worked as a logger in those days, and in my spare time, I liked hunting, drinking beer, and chasing poon. Even to a bunch of perverts like you is better than nothing! Then maybe at least I can put it behind me.Īs I said, it happened thirty years ago when I was living in the country up north. This is not something I can tell people face to face because it is just too shameful. All rights reserved.This is a true story that I feel I must share after thirty years of keeping it a secret. reserves the right to make additions, deletions, or modification to the contents on the Website at any time without prior notice.Ĭopyright © 2013-2022. In no event shall be liable for any special, direct, indirect, consequential, or incidental damages or any damages whatsoever, whether in an action of contract, negligence or other tort, arising out of or in connection with the use of the Website or the contents of the Website. Accordingly, to the extent permitted by applicable law, we exclude all express or implied warranties, terms and conditions including, but not limited to, implied warranties of content, fitness for a particular purpose, and non-infringement. Terms of service: You agree that you are making use of our services at your own risk, and that they are being provided to you on an "AS IS" and "AS AVAILABLE" basis.
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