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Subject: Pittsburghese N’at part 2 Pittsburghese N’at Part 2 I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know at bigstuddog@live. It always helps to have some feedback. That’s the only payment most of us writers on this site receive. Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support fty please donate what you can. 2 of Pittsburghese N’at This story started as a challenge by Gruffy to write a story where one of the Characters speaks Pittsburghese, that crazy dialect that vaguely resembles English and is spoken by the natives of Pittsburgh, especially those on the South Side of Pittsburgh or as they would pronounce it “Da Sahside”. It is the story of a 16 year old Doberman from Southern California that is forced move away from his friends and the life he knew living on the beach to move to Godforsaken Pittsburgh PA, because his dad got a promotion at work. He meets a Big Harlequin Great Dane who speaks Pittsburghese. I won’t say much more. Why should you be interested in Pittsburgh or Pittsburghese? Well Pittsburgh is the home of the world’s biggest furry con, Anthrocon and yinz might wanna go dere someday n’at… In addition to the Pittsburghese I have put in some links to interesting things in Pittsburgh when they come up in the story. For those of you who aren’t adventurous I have translated the story to English and it is posted right after the Pittsburghese version. I got up early grabbed my stuff, hopped in the Escalade and took off for the creek. John had let me borrow the rod I had used the day before in case I got there before him. He was already there fishing when I got there. I didn’t realize how anxious I was to see him until then. Here was a real adult dog that wanted to pay attention to me and spend time with me. Who actually seemed to think I was important. “Woll sleepy head, it’s abaht time yinz got here.” He said with a chuckle as he tousled my headfur affectionately. It’s only 8 AM. I got up early to come.” I added defensively. “Wah does yinz consider early?” He asked. “I got up at 7:30! I never get up this early on summer vacation.” I said. “I wake up at 5 AM every day n’at. Got in da habit whenever I was a farmer. I’m so used to it that I don’t even need an alarm clock n’at. Woll git yinzes line in da water, da feeschun is priddy good today.” I waded in downstream of him and got ready to cast. John stopped me, “Hausabaht yinz fish upstream from me, that way yinz won’t be working over water I’ve already fished.” “But if I fish upstream from you, won’t you be working over water that I’ve already fished?” I asked. “Don’t worry, I’ll still catch my share.” He replied with a chuckle. He was right, even fishing behind me he outfished me. He was catching 4 for every one I caught. But I was catching more than I ever would have imagined catching and by noon I had caught 16 trout. But a thundershower hit a little after noon and we had to run to our vehicles. It was a heavy downpour that lasted for almost an hour. While we waited it out we sat in John’s truck, ate some “sammiches” that he had brought for us and got to know each other better. He asked me all about myself; I talked his ear off telling him pretty much my life history. He seemed to really listen. I’m sure I let some bitterness creep into my voice when I talked about my dad. But I finally broke down when I got to the part about moving here and not having any friends. He hugged me. “That’s not true n’at. I’m yinzes friend.” I pulled back a little, wiped my eyes and sniffled. “Yeah… And I really need you.” I said, surprised that I actually vocalized it. “Don’t worry I’ll be here wheneverever yinz need me.” “Are you sure you won’t start considering me a pest?” I asked nervously. “Yinz don’t have any idea wah you’ve done fer me n’at. I had completely witdrawn into myself after Gretta died n’at. Meeting yinz made me realize that life goes on.” When the rain stopped we got out of his truck and headed back to the stream. The sun was back out but when we got there the water was muddy and roiling. “I figgerd da water would be like at. No sense wasting our time in da crick, it won’t be fishable fer at least 3 days n’at. That was quite a dahnpour.” I was completely dejected, I had hoped to spend most of the day with John and now it seemed like I wouldn’t be seeing him for three or four days. “Well I guess I should go home…” I said dejectedly. “Hauscome? It’s a nice day; dere’s plenty of other stuff we can do.” He said hopefully. “You really want me to hang out with you?” I said sure I was dreaming. “Of course I do. Hauscome don’t we drop yinzes SUV off at my place and I’ll show yinz arahnd. Have yinz been to dahntahn Picksburg yet?” “No.” I replied, “I figured it would be boring by myself.” I added. I didn’t add that I figured it was a little hicktown and it would be boring anyway. But I would have enjoyed going out to Iowa to watch the corn grow if I could do it with John. “Woll follow me and I’ll be yinzes tour guide.” He hopped in the Silverado and I hopped in my Escalade. We dropped mine off and I hopped into the passenger seat of the Silverado. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Jest relax and let it be a surprise.” We headed south on I-79 until we hit I-70 then we headed west. To my surprise we were heading away from the city and soon got to the West Virginia border. Right off the off ramp on the top of the hill was a big sign that said “Cabela’s”. The store was huge two or three times bigger than a Walmart, and when I got inside I realized that it had nothing except hunting, fishing and camping gear in it. “We gotta git yinz da right kind of feeschun rod and reel fer trout feeschun.” John stated. It seemed like everyone was gawking at him. I knew he was big but until you saw him around average size dogs it didn’t register just how BIG he really was. He had to be at least 6’10” tall with broad shoulders, a deep chest, six pack abs and muscular legs. And that’s not even mentioning the muscle that rested between those legs. Plus his white color with a smattering of black patches made him stand out in a crowd. He led us over to the fishing rod section and he grabbed a rod that looked just like his. “This is a 10 and a half foot long Erie Series Noodle Rod like da one I have. Don’t be surprised at da price, they might not be expensive but in my opinion dere isn’t a better spinning rod aht dere fer trout or stillhead. I can afford any rod I want, but dese are my favorite.” He said as he put it in his cart. I looked at the price and he was right, it was only $34.99 which was way cheaper than most of the rods. I could definitely afford that, well at least my dad could. We then walked over to the reels and he picked up a Shimano� Stradic CI4 Spinning Reel. My jaw hit the floor when I saw the price. The damn thing was $199.99. “This is a rilly good reel that should last a long time if yinz take care of it.” He also picked up a spool of fireline fishing line, some hooks, Styrofoam floats, some split shots and a canvas creel with pockets in it to hold the gear. “Dat should abaht do it.” He added. I was glad because even for dear old dad that was gonna take some explaining. Instead of checking out we walked around and looked at all the exhibits. They had a bunch of mounted animals in different ecosystems and a Huge aquarium with game fish in it. It was almost as big as a swimming pool and the fish were huge especially the muskie and a couple of the catfish. We finally walked up to the checkout counter and I pulled my credit card out of my wallet. “Put that damn ting away!” John says. “This is on me.” “John I can’t ask you to do that!” “Yinz dint ask me, I want to buy it fer you.” “But that’s a lot of money!” I argued. “I have so much money dat I don’t know wah to do wit it. fer da last 8 years I haven’t spent money on anything or anybody. I can afford it fer my new best friend.” The last part absolutely floored me, and I stopped arguing long enough to allow him to pay for the gear. They put everything except the rod into a single bag and John carried it out to the truck. He put it in the back seat area of his truck and we both got in. “Thanks John, but you didn’t really have to do that.” “If I felt I had to do it, I wouttent have done it. How would yinz like to go to game 6 of da cup tomorrow night?” “I’d love to, but how are you gonna get tickets. I’m sure it’s sold out.” “Lemme worry abaht dat.” And he wouldn’t say anything else about it. We headed back the way we came then turned east on I-376 through mostly hilly sparsely populated countryside. But soon traffic was starting to get heavy. As if he could read my mind John said, “Traffic gits backed up arahnd here cause of da fert Pitt tube.” Sure enough in a couple of miles we came to the tunnel. It was actually two tunnels, one in each direction, but they were only two lanes each. We drove through them and after a minute or so I could see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. And as we came out of the tunnel a beautiful city appeared out of nowhere in front of me. (Here is a video of what he saw http://www.youtube/watch?v=cRmXJrOLQ9A) It was a beautiful city sitting at the junction of two very LARGE rivers that formed a third even larger one. There were beautiful skyscrapers outlined by the rivers and golden bridges crossing the rivers. I had always thought of Pittsburgh as a dirty industrial cesspool with clouds of soot hanging over it but nothing could be farther from the truth. I was speechless. “So wah do yinz think of Picksburg n’at?” “It’s not what I expected.” I said lamely. He chuckled and said, “Ats wah everybody says.” We drove over to someplace called the Strip district, parked and walked around. There were tons of ethnic food purveyors, some art studios, antique dealers and unique boutiques, and other businesses setting up shop. There were street vendors selling ethnic foods from carts and anything else they could think of to hawk. Finally we stopped at a little hole in the wall sandwich shop called Primanti Brothers. I couldn’t figure out what was so special about the place and why it was so crowded. I looked at the menu and I ordered the Black Angus Top Sirloin Steak and Cheese and John ordered the Capicola and Cheese. I noticed that they came with french fries and coleslaw. I wasn’t really paying much attention, I spent a little time dog watching the dogs on the street and the ones that came in to see how different they were from us LA dogs. But soon the sandwiches came up and John grabbed the tray and we grabbed a table. When we sat down I noticed that they had forgotten to put the coleslaw and fries on the tray and I mentioned it to John. “They dint ferget anything, open up yinzes sammitch n’at.” He replied grinning. I unwrapped the wax paper from the sandwich, it was a huge sandwich and when I opened it I saw why. In addition to the steak and cheese on the sandwich they had piled on french fries and coleslaw and topped it with a slice of tomato. I didn’t know what to think, then John took a huge bite of his sandwich with his massive muzzle. I finally shrugged and took a bite of mine. To my amazement it wasn’t just good it was spectacular. John had finished the first half of his by the time I had finished my first bite. The big dog could put away a lot of food and put it away quickly. He finished his and went back up to get another. I was sure one of these huge sandwiches would be enough for me. (Here is a video of Primanti ube/watch?v=jT5eYEBwWH8) John came back with a Giant Fish sandwich which they claimed was 9 ounces of breaded fish with the same french fries and coleslaw on it. We finished our lunches and got in the truck and drove home. We talked all the way home and I dreaded the ride ending because I figured I would need to go home. But we got to his house and he invited me in. We sat on the couch and he turned the Pirate game on. Neither of us payed much attention to the game cause the Pirates sucked. But it was an excuse to hang around. “Yinz seem like yinzes interested in shports, djew play any at skul?” He asked. “Nah. I’m OK at them but I only play pickup games. Most of the kids that were good at sports had dads aydın escort that taught them how to play.” I added bitterly. “Plus our neighborhood was a little too posh, very few families had kids my age.” “Yinz want to go aht and throw da football arahnd?” He asked. “Sure!” I said. I enjoyed football, but just being with John was a reason enough. He grabbed a football from the hall closet. We walked out into his backyard which was actually about 5 acres with 6′ tall privacy fence around it. At first we stood about 20 yards apart and just threw it back and forth. A couple of times he put a little mustard on it and it stung my paws to catch them. If that was how he threw after he had lost velocity I’d have hated to catch him when he was at 100%. “So how much velocity did you lose?” I asked after he zipped one into me. I winced when the ball smacked my paws. “I’ve gotten quite a bit of it back. I found a holistic medicine doctor last year that adjusted my shoulder and gave me some supplements that got most of my arm strength back.” He said as he caught my pass back to him. “But this is da first time I’ve thrown a football since Gretta died. woll I’m warmed up good enough now, hauscome don’t yinz go deep and I’ll see if I can hit you.” I took off and he waited until I was 50 yards downfield before he threw the ball. Instinctively I slowed down because I was sure I was gonna out run the pass. But it went way over my head. I probably would have caught it if I would have kept running hard. I ran over to the ball, picked it up and jogged back to John with a sheepish grin on my face. When I was close enough I tossed him the ball. “Hauscome djew slow dahn?” He asked with a knowing grin on his muzzle. “Because I didn’t think you could throw it THAT far.” I said rolling my eyes. He chuckled, “Da reason I was gowen da number one overall pick in da draft is that I could throw da ball 80 yards.” “Well I believe you now, you wanna try again?” “Jest keep running as fast as yinz can, I’ll git it to yinz n’at.” He paused for a second and then yelled “GO!” I took off down the field and he launched another one when I was 50 yards downfield. This time I ran as fast as I could and it dropped right into my paws. I turned around and I was semi out of breath as I ran back to John. When I got back to him he said, “Yinz should try aht fer wide receiver this year. I can see that yinz have enough ability to make da team. It would help yinz fit in at skul.” “I’ve never played organized sports… I’m not sure I’ll be able to compete with the pups that have been doing it all their lives.” “I kin work wit you. By da end of summer I can teach yinz everything yinz need to know. Black Hawk has a good quarterback coming up. He’s in yinzes year. Yinz could become quite da combo.” He added. But all I could think was that I wanted to be a combo with John. We threw the football around for about an hour. John taught me some things about running crisp routes. I was pretty good at catching the ball, but he even gave me a few tips there that helped me be even better at catching the ball. By the time we were done I was exhausted from running routes. But I still didn’t want to go home yet. It was about 7 PM and John invited me back into his house to get something to drink. I went into the living room, sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I looked out the sliding glass door that went out to the back. In the fenced in area just out the doors was an Olympic size swimming pool and a gazebo with a large hot tub under it. I fantasized for a moment about what I could do with John in both of them and started to sport wood. But I was a little worried about starting something with John. First I knew he liked bitches, I mean he was married to Gretta and it’s obvious that he had been madly in love with her. Maybe he’s bi like me, but if he is I doubt that he even realizes it. Plus I was from California, things are much more relaxed there. Gay sex was more accepted than it is in these rural areas. I just really didn’t know how to move things forward. Or even if I should move them forward. What if I made a pass at him and he hated me afterward… John came out of the kitchen with our usual, an “Arn” for him and a “pop” for me. He sat right next to me on the couch (and I mean RIGHT next to me) and handed me my “pop”. He gazed down at my boner and chuckled a bit, “I remember being yinzes age, I got boners allsa time. And whenever yinzes this big it can be rilly embarrassing.” He put his right arm around my shoulder while we had our drinks. We both downed them rather quickly after the workout we had while we were throwing the football around. John turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, finally settling on a lame sitcom rerun because nothing else was even vaguely interesting. We had finished our drinks but we were both still parched so John suggested, “Hauscome don’t I grab some more drinks and we can relax in da hot tub while we drink dem. Den maybe I won’t be so sore after allsa throwing I did.” I followed him into the kitchen and he grabbed us some more of the usual, then I followed him out the sliding glass doors and over to the hot tub. I helped him remove the cover and he turned up the heat. The water was warm but not hot when we got in. ” I always like to let it git hot after I git in. Dat way it’s easier to git used to.” There were 6 seats but when I started to sit in the one directly across from him he motioned me to sit right next to him. I couldn’t have been happier, as I sat down and scooted as close to him as I could. He put his right arm around my shoulder, a move that was becoming more familiar and frequent. And I wasn’t complaining one bit. He pulled my head protectively to his chest. I loved to feel him close to me; I just wish I had enough balls to take it to the next level. John was everything I wished my father was, but in my heart I wanted him to be much more than that. His body alone was enough to make a dead dog cum, but his quiet calm strength made him the sexiest being, dog or bitch I had ever seen. I knew I wanted to give myself to him, to submit completely to him while he claimed me as his. As big as he was, and me being a virgin, I knew it would hurt like hell the first time. But I would gladly put up with the pain just to feel the dog that I was already desperately in love with locked deep within me as he marked me as his. The warm moist air was intensifying all the scents and I could definitely make out dominance pheromones coming from John. Soon they were becoming overpowering and I was almost giddy from them. I started rubbing my paw up and down John’s left side and belly, feeling all the muscles as I went. One time I “accidentally” ran my paw too far down until I came to his sheath. I could tell he was rock hard, but I immediately moved my paw back up. I chuckled and said, “It doesn’t look like you’re too old to get a boner either…” He blushed and said, “Jano, it’s been a couple of days since I jagged off and this ting ain’t gowen dahn until I do. Yinz mind if I take care of it here?” What I wanted to say was, “Why don’t you let me take care of it for you.” but what I said was, “Not a problem, my friends and I used to jerk off together every now and then. Mind if I join you?” I asked. ” Nah, I tink we both need some relief.” By now I was hard as a rock and had a hair trigger. He let go of me, put his paws on the ledge and popped up on the rail of the hot tub giving me a close up and personal view of his junk. I paused just for a moment to take in the view. The hot water had made his huge low hangers hang even lower and for the first time I saw his massive cock fully erect. It was quite a sight. It was still in its sheath, but you could see its outline of his dickhead through the tightly stretched skin. As I said before, being a Dobie, I had always been pretty dominant among my friends but what I wanted more than anything right now is for John to take charge and tell me to take care of him. But I came out of my reverie and hopped up on the rail beside him. He soon had his big right paw wrapped around his white sheath and was sliding it up and down the biggest red shaft I had ever seen. I tried not to stare but it was hard to keep my eyes off of it. When he was talking about him and Gretta he had mentioned he had over 10 inches, now I was wondering just how much over 10 inches he had. He sure dwarfed the hell out of my seven inch Dobie cock, but what else would you expect. Danes were a giant breed and John was large even for a Dane. I started choking my chicken and without even thinking about it we soon fell into sync as we stroked off. I couldn’t help myself, I was staring at John’s cock while I worked mine and to my surprise John was staring at mine. But I wanted more… “John sometimes when me and my friends wank together we wank each other. It feels a lot better that way…” I said hesitatingly. John chuckled and replied, ” whenever I was yinzes age my friends and I would jag each other off too n’at. Damn I haven’t done dat since cawidge.” I figured that if he had done it in high school and in college that he couldn’t get that upset if I asked so I continued. “Would it be OK if we did it?” ” I guess it wouttent hurt anything.” He said as he took his paw off of his meat and put it on mine. He started running my sheath up and down over my puphood while my paw excitedly took his place on that monument to doghood. I couldn’t quite wrap my paw completely around it. It definitely wasnt like pawing any of my friends off. You could just feel his virility as the blood pulsed in his huge maleness. As I stroked him I thought about how much better it would feel in my muzzle, even though I had never had a cock other than my own in my muzzle. Then it hit me that it would feel even better locked tightly in my tailhole while John held me and marked me as his pup. And that was all it took for me to knot up and shoot all over the place. John gripped my knot and I’m sure he could feel my juice pulsing through my member as it shot out into the hot tub. I lost my rhythm on John’s cock while I shot my load but after I finished I continued stroking John. I wanted to see that huge cock erupt and in a moment it did. And erupt was the right word. Thick white spooge came out in gushers, much thicker and whiter than my own. I could only guess that a stud with balls that big had to produce two to three times as much sperm as a normal dog. I gripped tightly behind his knot until his fluid started running clear then I let go. ” That was fun n’at. I’d fergotten how much fun my friends and I used to have doone dat.” John replied with a bark-like laugh. We got back into the hot tub and relaxed. And I mean RELAXED. Being in the hot water with the jets massaging you, when you were in the completely relaxed post orgasm state was almost transcendental. John sat me on his lap facing him and hugged me protectively. Our junk was dangerously close together, but we were both pretty spent so I only got a semi. But I couldn’t help myself, I moved even closer to him so our doghoods were touching. Even though we weren’t having sex, the idea of them being together made me feel even closer to him if that was even possible. I was beginning to think that he really would like to have sex with me, but that wasn’t why he wanted to be with me. I was sure he wanted to be with me because he liked me and liked teaching me things, not because he wanted to lure me into sex. I almost fell asleep in his protective embrace. ” Hey sleepyhead n’at. We need to git aht or we’re gonna start lookin like prunes.” He joked, then to my surprise he picked me up like I was a pup and carried me out of the hot tub. We got in the shower to wash the chlorine out of our fur and then hopped into the high speed dryer to get dried completely. I knew I couldn’t put off going home now, so John and I said our goodbyes. I know neither one of us wanted to be apart. “Remember tomorrow night is da game n’at. Ask if yinz can stay overnight, it will be priddy late whenever everything is over.” “I will!” I replied eagerly. Maybe I would be able to weasel my way into his bed instead of a guest aydınlıkevler escort bedroom… I drove home and walked in to the house. My mom was on the computer, probably in chatroom and my dad was sitting in his recliner asleep in front of the TV which was still blaring, a half drunk martini on the end table. My mom yelled, “Is that you Tyler? “Yes Mom.” I replied and she went back to her chat while I walked up to my room. She didn’t even ask me where I’d been or about my new friend. I went up to my room and thought about what had transpired at John’s house. It seemed that he wasn’t going to make the first move, but once I got him going he would take charge like the dominant big dog that he was. I guess I just needed to figure out how to lead him in the right direction. And I thought about that… And thought about it… And thought about it until I finally fell asleep. Now for the Regular English version. I got up early grabbed my stuff, hopped in the Escalade and took off for the creek. John had let me borrow the rod I had used the day before in case I got there before him. He was already there fishing when I got there. I didn’t realize how anxious I was to see him until then. Here was a real adult dog that wanted to pay attention to me and spend time with me. Who actually seemed to think I was important. “Well sleepy head, it’s about time you got here.” He said with a chuckle as he tousled my headfur affectionately. It’s only 8 AM. I got up early to come.” I added defensively. “What do you consider early?” He asked. “I got up at 7:30! I never get up this early on summer vacation.” I said. “I wake up at 5 AM every day. Got in the habit when I was a farmer. I’m so used to it that I don’t even need an alarm clock. Well get your line in the water, the fishing is pretty good today.” I waded in downstream of him and got ready to cast. John stopped me, “Why don’t you fish upstream from me, that way you won’t be working over water I’ve already fished.” “But if I fish upstream from you, won’t you be working over water that I’ve already fished?” I asked. “Don’t worry, I’ll still catch my share.” He replied with a chuckle. He was right, even fishing behind me he outfished me. He was catching 4 for every one I caught. But I was catching more than I ever would have imagined catching and by noon I had caught 16 trout. But a thundershower hit a little after noon and we had to run to our vehicles. It was a heavy downpour that lasted for almost an hour. While we waited it out we sat in John’s truck, ate some “sammiches” that he had brought for us and got to know each other better. He asked me all about myself; I talked his ear off telling him pretty much my life history. He seemed to really listen. I’m sure I let some bitterness creep into my voice when I talked about my dad. But I finally broke down when I got to the part about moving here and not having any friends. He hugged me. “That’s not true. I’m you friend.” I pulled back a little, wiped my eyes and sniffled. “Yeah… And I really need you.” I said, surprised that I actually vocalized it. “Don’t worry I’ll be here whenever you need me.” “Are you sure you won’t start considering me a pest?” I asked nervously. “You don’t have any idea what you’ve done for me. I had completely withdrawn into myself after Gretta died. Meeting you made me realize that life goes on.” When the rain stopped we got out of his truck and headed back to the stream. The sun was back out but when we got there the water was muddy and roiling. “I figured the water would be like that. No sense wasting our time in the creek, it won’t be fishable for at least 3 days. That was quite a downpour.” I was completely dejected, I had hoped to spend most of the day with John and now it seemed like I wouldn’t be seeing him for three or four days. “Well I guess I should go home…” I said dejectedly. “Why? It’s a nice day, there’s plenty of other stuff we can do.” He said hopefully. “You really want me to hang out with you?” I said sure I was dreaming. “Of course I do. Why don’t we drop your SUV off at my place and I’ll show you around. Have you been to downtown Pittsburgh yet?” “No.” I replied, “I figured it would be boring by myself.” I added. I didn’t add that I figured it was a little hicktown and it would be boring anyway. But I would have enjoyed going out to Iowa to watch the corn grow if I could do it with John. “Well follow me and I’ll be your tour guide.” He hopped in the Silverado and I hopped in my Escalade. We dropped mine off and I hopped into the passenger seat of the Silverado. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Just relax and let it be a surprise.” We headed south on I-79 until we hit I-70 then we headed west. To my surprise we were heading away from the city and soon got to the West Virginia border. Right off the off ramp on the top of the hill was a big sign that said “Cabela’s”. The store was huge two or three times bigger than a Walmart, and when I got inside I realized that it had nothing except hunting, fishing and camping gear in it. “We gotta get you the right kind of fishing rod and reel for trout fishing.” John stated. It seemed like everyone was gawking at him. I knew he was big but until you saw him around average size dogs it didn’t register just how BIG he really was. He had to be at least 6’10” tall with broad shoulders, a deep chest, six pack abs and muscular legs. And that’s not even mentioning the muscle that rested between those legs. Plus his white color with a smattering of black patches made him stand out in a crowd. He led us over to the fishing rod section and he grabbed a rod that looked just like his. “This is a 10 and a half foot long Erie Series Noodle Rod like the one I have. Don’t be surprised at the price, they might not be expensive but in my opinion there isn’t a better spinning rod out there for trout or steelhead. I can afford any rod I want, but these are my favorite.” He said as he put it in his cart. I looked at the price and he was right, it was only $34.99 which was way cheaper than most of the rods. I could definitely afford that, well at least my dad could. We then walked over to the reels and he picked up a Shimano� Stradic CI4 Spinning Reel. My jaw hit the floor when I saw the price. The damn thing was $199.99. “This is a really good reel that should last a long time if you take care of it.” He also picked up a spool of fireline fishing line, some hooks, Styrofoam floats, some split shots and a canvas creel with pockets in it to hold the gear. “That should about do it.” He added. I was glad because even for dear old dad that was gonna take some explaining. Instead of checking out we walked around and looked at all the exhibits. They had a bunch of mounted animals in different ecosystems and a Huge aquarium with game fish in it. It was almost as big as a swimming pool and the fish were huge especially the muskie and a couple of the catfish. We finally walked up to the checkout counter and I pulled my credit card out of my wallet. “Put that damn thing away!” John said. “This is on me.” “John I can’t ask you to do that!” “You didn’t ask me, I want to buy it for you.” “But that’s a lot of money!” I argued. “I have so much money that I don’t know what to do with it. For the last 8 years I haven’t spent money on anything or anybody. I can afford it for my new best friend.” The last part absolutely floored me, and I stopped arguing long enough to allow him to pay for the gear. They put everything except the rod into a single bag and John carried it out to the truck. He put it in the back seat area of his truck and we both got in. “Thanks John, but you didn’t really have to do that.” “If I felt I had to do it, I wouldn’t have done it. How would you like to go to game 6 of the cup tomorrow night?” “I’d love to, but how are you gonna get tickets. I’m sure it’s sold out.” “Let me worry about that.” And he wouldn’t say anything else about it. We headed back the way we came then turned east on I-376 through mostly hilly sparsely populated countryside. But soon traffic was starting to get heavy. As if he could read my mind John said, “Traffic gets backed up around here cause of the Fort Pitt tunnel.” Sure enough in a couple of miles we came to the tunnel. It was actually two tunnels, one in each direction, but they were only two lanes each. We drove through them and after a minute or so I could see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. And as we came out of the tunnel a beautiful city appeared out of nowhere in front of me. (Here is a video of what he sawhttp://www.youtube/watch?v=cRmXJrOLQ9A) It was a beautiful city sitting at the junction of two very LARGE rivers that formed a third even larger one. There were beautiful skyscrapers outlined by the rivers and golden bridges crossing the rivers. I had always thought of Pittsburgh as a dirty industrial cesspool with clouds of soot hanging over it but nothing could be farther from the truth. I was speechless. “So what do you think of Pittsburgh?” “It’s not what I expected.” I said lamely. He chuckled and said, “That’s what everybody says.” We drove over to someplace called the Strip district, parked and walked around. There were tons of ethnic food purveyors, some art studios, antique dealers and unique boutiques, and other businesses setting up shop. There were street vendors selling ethnic foods from carts and anything else they could think of to hawk. Finally we stopped at a little hole in the wall sandwich shop called Primanti Brothers. I couldn’t figure out what was so special about the place and why it was so crowded. I looked at the menu and I ordered the Black Angus Top Sirloin Steak and Cheese and John ordered the Capicola and Cheese. I noticed that they came with french fries and coleslaw. I wasn’t really paying much attention, I spent a little time dog watching the dogs on the street and the ones that came in to see how different they were from us LA dogs. But soon the sandwiches came up and John grabbed the tray and we grabbed a table. When we sat down I noticed that they had forgotten to put the coleslaw and fries on the tray and I mentioned it to John. “They didn’t forget anything, open up your sandwich.” He replied grinning. I unwrapped the wax paper from the sandwich, it was a huge sandwich and when I opened it I saw why. In addition to the steak and cheese on the sandwich they had piled on french fries and coleslaw and topped it with a slice of tomato. I didn’t know what to think, then John took a huge bite of his sandwich with his massive muzzle. I finally shrugged and took a bite of mine. To my amazement it wasn’t just good it was spectacular. John had finished the first half of his by the time I had finished my first bite. The big dog could put away a lot of food and put it away quickly. He finished his and went back up to get another. I was sure one of these huge sandwiches would be enough for me. (Here is a video of Primanti ube/watch?v=jT5eYEBwWH8) John came back with a Giant Fish sandwich which they claimed was 9 ounces of breaded fish with the same french fries and coleslaw on it. We finished our lunches and got in the truck and drove home. We talked all the way home and I dreaded the ride ending because I figured I would need to go home. But we got to his house and he invited me in. We sat on the couch and he turned the Pirate game on. Neither of us payed much attention to the game cause the Pirates sucked. But it was an excuse to hang around. “You seem like you’re interested in sports, did you play any at school?” He asked. “Nah. I’m OK at them but I only play pickup games. Most of the kids that were good at sports had dads that taught them how to play.” I added bitterly. “Plus our neighborhood was a little too posh, very few families had kids my age.” “You want to go out and throw the football around?” He asked. “Sure!” I said. I enjoyed football, but just being with John was a reason enough. He grabbed a football from the hall closet. We walked out into his backyard which was actually about 5 acres with 6′ tall privacy fence around it. At first we stood about 20 yards apart and just threw it back ayrancı escort and forth. A couple of times he put a little mustard on it and it stung my paws to catch them. If that was how he threw after he had lost velocity I’d have hated to catch him when he was at 100%. “So how much velocity did you lose?” I asked after he zipped one into me. I winced when the ball smacked my paws. “I’ve gotten quite a bit of it back. I found a holistic medicine doctor last year that adjusted my shoulder and gave me some supplements that got most of my arm strength back.” He said as he caught my pass back to him. “But this is the first time I’ve thrown a football since Gretta died. Well I’m warmed up good enough now, why don’t you go deep and I’ll see if I can hit you.” I took off and he waited until I was 50 yards downfield before he threw the ball. Instinctively I slowed down because I was sure I was gonna out run the pass. But it went way over my head. I probably would have caught it if I would have kept running hard. I ran over to the ball, picked it up and jogged back to John with a sheepish grin on my face. When I was close enough I tossed him the ball. “Why did you slow down?” He asked with a knowing grin on his muzzle. “Because I didn’t think you could throw it THAT far.” I said rolling my eyes. He chuckled, “The reason I was going to be the number one overall pick in the draft is that I could throw the ball 80 yards.” “Well I believe you now, you wanna try again?” “Just keep running as fast as you can, I’ll get it to you.” He paused for a second and then yelled “GO!” I took off down the field and he launched another one when I was 50 yards downfield. This time I ran as fast as I could and it dropped right into my paws. I turned around and I was semi out of breath as I ran back to John. When I got back to him he said, “You should try out for wide receiver this year. I can see that you have enough ability to make the team. It would help you fit in at school.” “I’ve never played organized sports… I’m not sure I’ll be able to compete with the pups that have been doing it all their lives.” “I can work with you. By the end of summer I can teach you everything you need to know. “Black Hawk has a good quarterback coming up. He’s in your year. You two could become quite the combo.” He added. But all I could think was that I wanted to be a combo with John. We threw the football around for about an hour. John taught me some things about running crisp routes. I was pretty good at catching the ball, but he even gave me a few tips there that helped me be even better at catching the ball. By the time we were done I was exhausted from running routes. But I still didn’t want to go home yet. It was about 7 PM and John invited me back into his house to get something to drink. I went into the living room, sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I looked out the sliding glass door that went out to the back. In the fenced in area just out the doors was an Olympic size swimming pool and a gazebo with a large hot tub under it. I fantasized for a moment about what I could do with John in both of them and started to sport wood. But I was a little worried about starting something with John. First I knew he liked bitches, I mean he was married to Gretta and it’s obvious that he had been madly in love with her. Maybe he’s bi like me, but if he is I doubt that he even realizes it. Plus I was from California, things are much more relaxed there. Gay sex was more accepted than it is in these rural areas. I just really didn’t know how to move things forward. Or even if I should move them forward. What if I made a pass at him and he hated me afterward… John came out of the kitchen with our usual, an “Arn” for him and a “pop” for me. He sat right next to me on the couch (and I mean RIGHT next to me) and handed me my “pop”. He gazed down at my boner and chuckled a bit, I remember being you’re age, I got boners ALL the time. And when you’re this big it can be really embarrassing.” He put his right arm around my shoulder while we had our drinks. We both downed them rather quickly after the workout we had while we were throwing the football around. John turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, finally settling on a lame sitcom rerun because nothing else was even vaguely interesting. We had finished our drinks but we were both still parched so John suggested, “Why don’t I grab some more drinks and we can relax in the hot tub while we drink them. Then maybe I won’t be so sore after all the throwing I did.” I followed him into the kitchen and he grabbed us some more of the usual, then I followed him out the sliding glass doors and over to the hot tub. I helped him remove the cover and he turned up the heat. The water was warm but not hot when we got in. “I always like to let it get hot after I get in. That way it’s easier to get used to.” There were 6 seats but when I started to sit in the one directly across from him he motioned me to sit right next to him. I couldn’t have been happier, as I sat down and scooted as close to him as I could. He put his right arm around my shoulder, a move that was becoming more familiar and frequent. And I wasn’t complaining one bit. He pulled my head protectively to his chest. I loved to feel him close to me; I just wish I had enough balls to take it to the next level. John was everything I wished my father was, but in my heart I wanted him to be much more than that. His body alone was enough to make a dead dog cum, but his quiet calm strength made him the sexiest being, dog or bitch I had ever seen. I knew I wanted to give myself to him, to submit completely to him while he claimed me as his. As big as he was, and me being a virgin, I knew it would hurt like hell the first time. But I would gladly put up with the pain just to feel the dog that I was already desperately in love with locked deep within me as he marked me as his. The warm moist air was intensifying all the scents and I could definitely make out dominance pheromones coming from John. Soon they were becoming overpowering and I was almost giddy from them. I started rubbing my paw up and down John’s left side and belly, feeling all the muscles as I went. One time I “accidentally” ran my paw too far down until I came to his sheath. I could tell he was rock hard, but I immediately moved my paw back up. I chuckled and said, “It doesn’t look like you’re too old to get a boner either…” He blushed and said, “You know, it’s been a couple of days since I jerked off and this thing ain’t going down until I do. You mind if I take care of it here?” What I wanted to say was, “Why don’t you let me take care of it for you.” but what I said was, “Not a problem, my friends and I used to jerk off together every now and then. Mind if I join you?” I asked. “Nah, I think we both need some relief.” By now I was hard as a rock and had a hair trigger. He let go of me, put his paws on the ledge and popped up on the rail of the hot tub giving me a close up and personal view of his junk. I paused just for a moment to take in the view. The hot water had made his huge low hangers hang even lower and for the first time I saw his massive cock fully erect. It was quite a sight. It was still in it’s sheath, but you could see it’s outline of his dickhead through the tightly stretched skin. As I said before, being a Dobie, I had always been pretty dominant among my friends but what I wanted more than anything right now is for John to take charge and tell me to take care of him. But I came out of my reverie and hopped up on the rail beside him. He soon had his big right paw wrapped around his white sheath and was sliding it up and down the biggest red shaft I had ever seen. I tried not to stare but it was hard to keep my eyes off of it. When he was talking about him and Gretta he had mentioned he had over 10 inches, now I was wondering just how much over 10 inches he had. He sure dwarfed the hell out of my seven inch Dobie cock, but what else would you expect. Danes were a giant breed and John was was large even for a Dane. I started choking my chicken and without even thinking about it we soon fell into sync as we stroked off. I couldn’t help myself, I was staring at John’s cock while I worked mine and to my surprise John was staring at mine. But I wanted more… “John sometimes when me and my friends wank together we wank each other. It feels a lot better that way…” I said hesitatingly. John chuckled and replied, “When I was your age my friends and I would jerk each other off too. Damn I haven’t done that since college.” I figured that if he had done it in high school and in college that he couldn’t get that upset if I asked so I continued. “Would it be OK if we did it?” “I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything.” He said as he took his paw off of his meat and put it on mine. He started running my sheath up and down over my puphood while my paw excitedly took his place on that monument to doghood. I couldn’t quite wrap my paw completely around it. It definitely wasnt like pawing any of my friends off. You could just feel his virility as the blood pulsed in his huge maleness. As I stroked him I though about how much better it would feel in my muzzle, even though I had never had a cock other than my own in my muzzle. Then it hit me that it would feel even better locked tightly in my tailhole while John held me and marked me as his pup. And that was all it took for me to knot up and shoot all over the place. John gripped my knot and I’m sure he could feel my juice pulsing through my member as it shot out into the hot tub. I lost my rhythm on John’s cock while I shot my load but after I finished I continued stroking John. I wanted to see that huge cock erupt and in a moment it did. And erupt was the right word. Thick white spooge came out in gushers, much thicker and whiter than my own. I could only guess that a stud with balls that big had to produce two to three times as much sperm as a normal dog. I gripped tightly behind his knot until his fluid started running clear then I let go. “That was fun. I’d forgotten how much fun my friends and I used to have doing that.” John replied with a bark-like laugh. We got back into the hot tub and relaxed. And I mean RELAXED. Being in the hot water with the jets massaging you, when you were in the completely relaxed post orgasm state was almost transcendental. John sat me on his lap facing him and hugged me protectively. Our junk was dangerously close together, but we were both pretty spent so I only got a semi. But I couldn’t help myself, I moved even closer to him so our doghoods were touching. Even though we weren’t having sex, the idea of them being together made me feel even close to him if that was even possible. I was beginning to think that he really would like to have sex with me, but that wasn’t why he wanted to be with me. I was sure he wanted to be with me because he liked me and liked teaching me things, not because he wanted to lure me into sex. I almost fell asleep in his protective embrace. “Hey sleepyhead. We need to get out or we’re gonna start looking like prunes.” He joked, then to my surprise he picked me up like I was a pup and carried me out of the hot tub. We got in the shower to wash the chlorine out of our fur and then hopped into the high speed dryer to get dried completely. I knew I couldn’t put off going home now, so John and I said our goodbyes. I know neither one of us wanted to be apart. “Remember tomorrow night is the game. Ask if you can stay overnight, it will be pretty late when everything is over.” “I will!” I replied eagerly. Maybe I would be able to weasel my way into his bed instead of a guest bedroom… I drove home and walked in to the house. My mom was on the computer, probably in chatroom and my dad was sitting in his recliner asleep in front of the TV which was still blaring, a half drunk martini on the end table. My mom yelled, “Is that you Tyler? “Yes Mom.” I replied and she went back to her chat while I walked up to my room. She didn’t even ask me where I’d been or about my new friend. I went up to my room and thought about what had transpired at John’s house. It seemed that he wasn’t going to make the first move, but once I got him going he would take charge like the dominant big dog that he was. I guess I just needed to figure out how to lead him in the right direction. And I thought about that… And thought about it… And thought about it until I finally fell asleep.
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