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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. It is the one in red.

The cold water felt good on a hot summer day. I had driven my new Escalade to the local creek to try to do some trout fishing. Not that I knew anything about trout fishing in streams. The only fishing I had ever done was fishing off the Redondo pier with my friends. Who were all 3000 fucking miles away now. Last spring my dad had taken a promotion to the corporate headquarters of US Steel in godforsaken Pittsburgh, PA. He let mom and us pups stay in at our beachfront house in Redondo until the school year was over, then we had to move out to the house he bought for us.

What a fucking culture shock. When I get there I find out that we aren't even living in Pittsburgh. It seems dear old dad had always wanted a house on a lot of acreage, so he bought a house about half an hour away from the city. He got a farm house on 230 acres, the fucking thing even has a barn on it. But it's in the fucking middle of nowhere and there are no other pups my age in the neighborhood. Well I guess you'd call it a neighborhood, just a bunch of fucking farm houses all scattered about. I'm soooo sure I just gonna fit in when school starts. I'm sure the pups here are all a bunch of inbred hicks. But even worse than that is I won't even be able to meet them until fall when school starts. That just sooo sucks! I'd finally turned 16, old enough to get my driver's license and would've been able to finally go places. I mean how great would it have been, livin' in SoCal with all my friends, able to drive wherever we wanted and do whatever we wanted. Money wouldn't have been a problem, my dad's always been generous with his money with us kids. Now with his time, that's a different story. Dear old dad was the regional sales manager for US Steel on the west coast. He was always traveling and when he was home he just wanted to relax with a martini or two or three or four... Well I think you get the picture.

But all his hard work had paid off with a promotion to Vice President of Sales and hence the move to this hell hole. I made it clear to him that I was pissed off about it, the least he could have done was move us to the city, where the action was. Well at least as much action as you can have in a stupid backwater town. His response was his typical response, throw money at the problem. He bought me this brand new Escalade and gave me a big allowance. But what the fuck good is all that when there isn't anything to do around here and no friends to do it with.

That's why I'm out here wading in this creek with no idea how to fish for these trout. I have fishing tackle but it's the stuff I used for pier fishing so it's probably a little heavy. I don't really even know what to use as a lure for trout so I'm using one of the spoons I used to cast off the pier, it's about 5 inches long. But it's pretty out here, and the water burbling over the rocks is soothing. But I really wish I could catch something. I walked around the bend and noticed another fisherman working the next pool. He was an older Great Dane, I couldn't tell how old though. Any dog over 30 looks old to me, but he was in pretty good shape and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He was a Harl, mostly white with a black patch over his left eye that kinda made him look a little debonair. Anyway as I watched him fish he was catching and releasing one trout after another. Either this was a really good spot or he really knew what he was doing.

I finally walked up to the pool and asked, "What are you using for bait?"

He jumped, I guess he didn't see me coming. "Damn yinz scared me n'at. I've never seen yinz arahnd here before." He said before regaining his composure. "I'm jest using corn." He added finally answering my question.

"Corn? I didn't know trout were vegetarians."

"They ain't but they looky enough like fish eggs dat da trout can't tell da difference in da crick. Expecially whenever yinz fish dem in da faster water so they go by real quick n'at." He replied quickly. I was having a hard time following what he was saying. He obviously was pretty smart but he talked really funny. He looked at my rig and asked, "Wah are yinz fishin' wit?"

"I don't understand what you're asking." I said confused as hell.

"What yinz got on de end of yinzes line N'at?" He said then reached over and grabbed the spoon on the end of my line. He looked it over for a second and chuckled, "Wah da hell do yinz think yinz are gowen to catch wit dis?"

"I catch bonito with it all the time at the pier. " I replied defensively.

"Yinz ain't gonna catch anything wit dat tackle here n'at. Dat must be twenty pahn test line n'at spoon must be five inches long."

"It's only 16 lb test line." I replied uncertainly. "What's wrong with that?"

"In da spring time yinz can git away wit 4 pahn test on this crick, but whenever its low and clear in da summer time yinz need to use two pahn test line." He explained swinging his rod over toward me so I could see his rig. It was really simple. REALLY light line with a small hook on the end, a small split shot about 9 inches above it and a small cork about 2 feet above that. The hook had two kernels of canned corn on it. He had a long rod, it looked to be over 10 feet long but it was light and whippy. "I have another rod in da truck, it's not as good as this one but it's a nice ultralight wit two pahn test line on it that yinz can borrow."

After puzzling over what he said I was able to figure it out. "That'd be great! Where's your truck." He pointed through the trees at the road. It was a big new Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD LTZ Crew Cab 4-4 Dually Wheel. Despite his language inadequacy he obviously had money.

We walked toward the truck and he asked me. "Yinz hungry n'at?" I nodded. "I gots some sammitches in da truck, a couple of chipped chopped ham sammitches and a couple of jumbo sammitches. Dey ain't Primanti's n'at, but dey aint bad. Yinz kin ave one of each." I figured out that sammiches were sandwiches, and I figured out one was some kind of ham but I had NO fucking idea what a "jumbo sammich" was. Maybe it was just a really big sandwich.

We got to the truck and he pulled a big cooler out from behind the driver's seat. He carried it to the back of the truck pulled the tailgate down and set the cooler on the tailgate. He grabbed a couple of folding chairs from the bed of the truck and set them up so we could sit behind the truck. It was a little high to use as a table but you could sit a paper plate on the tailgate while you ate. He put two sandwiches on each of our plates and he grabbed a Pepsi out of the cooler for me and grabbed an Iron City Beer out for him. "Yinz'll have to drink pop n'at cos yinzes too young fer Arn." Then he poured a bag of potato chips into a big bowl for us to share.

I thanked him and started to dig into my sandwich. I tried the "chipped chopped ham" first. It was paper thin sliced ham of some type, and there was lots of it. It was on a hamburger bun with a slice of American cheese on it and some mayo. It was surprisingly good. The thin layers of ham were a taste explosion in your muzzle. I picked up the other sandwich and opened it up to see what was in a "jumbo sammich". I looked inside and there was lettuce, tomato, mayo, American cheese and what appeared to be a couple of slices of baloney. I was confused so I asked, "Why do you call this a "jumbo" sandwich?"

"Cuz it has jumbo on it." He said looking at me like I had 3 heads.

"It looks like a regular baloney sandwich."

"Baloney an' jumbo is the same N'at." He replied. I was starting to get a headache. We finished the "sammiches" quickly, I guess I was hungrier than I realized, but we took our time with the chips and drinks. "So yinz are obviously not from arahnd here, wheres abahts are yinz from?" I explained where I was from and why we were here.

"Sucko abaht dat n'at. It must be hard to move away at yinzes age n'at. I've always lived here. By da way my name is John." He said as he stuck out a HUGE paw for me to shake.

I stuck my paw out and he gripped it tight enough for me to wince. "My name's Tyler." I offered as I tried to extricate my paw.

"Woll I fish here priddy much every sunny day in da summer time n'at. If yinz want I can teach yinz how to fish." He offered.

"That would be cool!" I replied enthusiastically. Then I asked, "Don't you have a job."

Not any more!" He replied with a huge grin. "I was a farmer, I ave a 290 acre farm that I'd farmed since I bought it from my dad n'at. Until last year whenever they discovered shale gas under it n'at. They gave me a 5 year lease fer nine hunnerd and twenty-five thousand dowers fer da lease and I git abaht ferty-five thousand dowers a month in royalties n'at. Don't rilly need to farm any more n'at. I lease da farm aht to a young pup an' he farms it."

That explained a lot. He had an income of over half a million dollars a year plus whatever he was leasing his farm out for. We finished up our lunch and went back down to the creek. I left my rod in his truck and I used his rod. He rigged me up like he was rigged up. He walked into the creek and said, "Yinz jest watch fer a couple of minutes and I'll explain hauscome I'm doone tings". He waded up to his knees into the water while I stayed on the bank watching. For a second my eyes wandered to the huge pink balls dangling between his legs. Great Danes always seemed to have big dangling balls, unlike a Doberman like myself who tend to have smaller balls that ride closer to their bodies. These were truly massive even for a Great Dane, but this dog was really big and looked country strong. Not body builder muscles, but big muscles from years of hard work. I don't know why but looking at him had made me chub a little so I went back to paying attention to what he was doing.

"Trout like to rest in da slow water, but da food is brung dahnam by da fast current n'at. So they like to stay in seams wheres abahts da fast water meets da slow water n'at. That way they can stay in da slow water and dart aht to whenever food worshes by them n'at. That way they don't use so much energy." He cast up stream into a current that went past a boulder. As soon as it passed the boulder his float disappeared under the water and John jerked the rod to set the hook. The fish took off and John expertly played the fish. He got it in, when it was beside him he reached down with a pair of hemostats, gripped the hook and shook it free without taking it from the water.

He cast into another quick current and when it went past a slow eddy again the float went underwater and he again drove the hook onto the top jaw of the trout. I waded out to watch him land the fish. I recognized that the fish was a trout and it looked to be slightly over a foot long. "What kind of trout is that?" I asked.

"That one's a brown trout n'at. We've got browns and rainbows in this crick." He said as the released it like the last one.

"Don't you keep them?" I asked.

"I only keep a few now annan whenever I want some fer dinner n'at. Nothing like fresh trout, but I have more fun catching dem than I do eating dem so I release most ovum. Have yinz ever had fresh trout?"

"No Sir."

"Woll if yinz want we can keep a few and kook dem up fer dinner." Then he added "While yinzes aht here yinz want to give it a try?" He guided me over to a new spot and stood behind me. "Throw yinzes bait in that current right dere." He said pointing to a spot. He guided my arm through the cast and it plopped down in the water right where he said I should cast. "Keep as much line off of da water as yinz can, it's not as easy to do wit da shorter rod that yinzes using." It floated all the way downstream without going under. "Reel yinzes line in, I think yinz had too much line in da slow current n'at made da drift drug a little."

I cast it in the same place put this time I lifted the rod a little higher. As it was going past a large underwater rock the float went under the water and in my excitement I jerked as hard as I could. There was a loud "Crack" as the line broke and I reeled in to find that the line broke right at the hook.

John hugged me a little from behind and chuckled. "Don't git so excited n'at pup. Yinz don't hafta jerk so hard." I don't know why but having a big strong dog like that hugging me made me feel all warm inside. He coached me through tying on all the stuff I needed and I was soon casting again. I cast where he told me and this time when it went underwater, I was much more restrained when I set the hook and I was soon fighting a rainbow trout. I got it in and I looked at it admiringly.

"Are yinz gowen to keep it?" He asked. "If yinz want to we can keep a batch ovum and I can kook dem up fer dinner."

"That'd be cool!" I said.

He handed me a stringer and I put the fish on the stringer. I measured it and it was 13 inches long. We both caught a lot of trout, even though John spent most of his time helping me. He had a lot of patience with me, way more than my Dad had. Dad hardly ever did anything with us pups. But when he did, he got upset when we didn't do everything perfect the first time. No matter what I did I should have done it better. But John was cool, even when I made the same mistake a couple of times he calmly explained it to me again.

When we left the creek I got in my Escalade and followed John to his house. He had a little cabana out back where he had a sink and a table that he used as his fish cleaning station. We had each brought home 3 fish and John showed me the proper way to filet fish. He really knew his stuff. Despite his complete lack of mastery of the English language, this was one smart dog. He grabbed a couple of potatoes from a bin under the cleaning table. He quickly peeled them, his paws almost a blur as he worked. He threw them in a pan of water and grabbed a couple of onions from a bin next to the potatoes. He later explained to me that he grew them in the one acre garden that he had out back. He didn't farm on a big scale any more but he still liked to work in his garden. He claimed it kept his mind occupied, but that's not how he said it. But I got the gist of it anyway.

He sliced the onions into thick slices and used a gadget to make curly fries. Then he carried the fries over to a little lean-to where he had a turkey fryer filled with lard. The lard was still solid and he put the fries in the fryer. Then he turned on the heat. The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot and he stuck a thermometer in to monitor the temperature. "Da best way to make French fries is to putemen da cole lard, that way they kook on da inside annan whenever da oil gits hot it makes dem nice and crispy on da ahtside and creamy on da inside." While the fries were cooking he made some batter for the onion rings and then he made a breading for the trout out of instant potato flakes of all things. He took the fries out when the temperature reached 350°F and put them on a platter with some paper towels under them. Then he cooked the onion rings which cooked in about 3 minutes in the hot lard followed by the trout which took about the same amount of time.

"I grew this horseradish myself n'at. Yinz ALWAYS got to use Heinzes ketchup. It tastes da best n'at. It's made here in Picksburg." He said the last sentence with pride in his voice as he mixed horseradish with the ketchup to make a cocktail sauce for the fish. We grabbed the food and carried it over to a pretty little gazebo he had built overlooking a koi pond, which was filled with huge black, red and white koi. He sat across the table from me and we dug into the food. I had never tasted such good fish, and the potatoes were fantastic. I ate until I was stuffed. We had eaten on paper plates so there wasn't much cleanup other than throwing the plates away.

"Hey do yinz want to watch da Pens game, dey're in da Cup finals n'at. Mario Arrooo has rilly put together a great team this year."

The LA Kings had won Lord Stanley's Cup last year. My dad had bought season tickets for both of us. The seats were front row center ice, but he never went to a single game with me. I always just brought one of my friends. Mom would just drop us off at Staples Center and pick us up after the game. They always gave me money for my friend and I to hang out after the game and it was a lot of fun. But it would have been nice to occasionally have him come with me. Dad didn't seem to have any interest in anything other than work.

"SURE! I love hockey. I'll need to call mom and let her know that I'm gonna be out late." I grabbed my iPhone 5 off of my bicep holster and called mom. I told her I was watching the game with a friend. She seemed to just be happy that I had made a friend so she didn't ask much about him. Besides Mom was used to me not coming home until late, sometimes not at all, so it was no big deal. I knew Dad wouldn't even notice that I wasn't home. "She said I can stay."

We sat on the couch in front of his 80" high def TV, he used the remote and turned on the pregame show. I don't know why but I sat kinda close to him. In spite of our little language barrier John was just so easy to talk to. I already felt more comfortable with him than I ever had talking to my Dad.

"Everything was delicious Sir, thanks for inviting me over."

"Please don't call me Sir, I feel old enough as it is n'at. Jest call me John. Yinzes da first visitor I've had over to da haus since I lost my old lady and son." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear about that Sir... err... I mean John." I really felt bad for him.

"Although I never rilly got to see my son, my old lady died in childbirth... My son died too..." He added fighting back the tears. "I always wanted a son n'at. I wanted able to teach him everything I know. But losing Gretta was even worse n'at. I loved her so much...it was alls my fault..." He started sobbing.

I didn't think twice, I hugged him and he started crying on my shoulder. "I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

"Gretta and I were high skul sweethearts n'at. I was da star Quarterback and she was da head cheerleader. She was a pert little German Shepherd bitch, alls of abaht 5' tall n'at. I was only abaht 6'6" tall back then but that still made a big contrast. We started gowen together whenever we were Sophomores n'at. I was one of da top high skul quarterbacks in da country and I led our team to two consecutive State championships. I was recruited by nearly every University in da country, da only ones that dint recruit me were da ones that knew they dint have a chance to land me n'at. Woll I decided on Penn State and Gretta come wit me on a cheer leading scholarship."

"Gretta and I stayed together da whole time we were in cawidge. I made starting QB my Junior year and in my Senior year we went undefeated and won da national championship n'at. I was Heisman Trophy finalist, I finished third. We played fer da national championship in da Rose Bowl, ats aht by wheres abahts yinzes from n'at. I throwed a game winning 70 yard bomb to lead us from behint in da last minute. While I was watching da pass in da air I got cheap shotted from behint n'at. I wasn't expecting it so I fell awkwardly, dislocating my shoulder and tearing my rotator cuff. I was still da MVP of da Rose Bowl but da damage was done."

"If I wouttent have gotten hurt I was da guaranteed number one pick in da draft n'at. As it was da Browns still picked me in da second ruind. I got a nice signing bonus, abaht $1.4 million dowers, but despite working hard on rehab my shoulder I was never able to git my velocity back n'at. I got cut and I knew I was finished. I took my signing bonus and used $350,000 to buy our farm off of my daddy. Even though they took almost half of it in taxes that still left me wit $400,000 in da bank so Gretta and I were able to git married right away n'at. She had wanted to wait until we got married before we had sex and I had agreed. We were both still virgins on our wedding night n'at. I used some of da bonus money to take a 2 week honmoon in Hawaii."

"Woll in case yinz haven't noticed saying I'm woll endowed would be an understatement n'at. Not to brag n'at but I got over 10" and poor Gretta was a tight little virgin n'at. It took a lot of lube, a lot of fereplay and a lot of patience but we were able to consummate our marriage on our wedding night. Even in spite of that she bled priddy bad whenever I took her cherry n'at. It took her over a month to stretch aht enough that she could enjoy it too, but after that tings were great. She couttent git enough of me n'at. We had timed her cycle so she was fertile on our wedding night and sure enough she missed her next period."

"We were both overjoyed; she wanted to have my pup as much as I wanted her to have my pup n'at. Whenever we went fer da ultrasound da doctor says we were gonna have a boy n'at. Ats whenever tings started to go wrong n'at. After examining Gretta he was worried that her hips wouttent be wide enough to have a pup from a dog of my stature. It wasn't a big deal, he goes we would jest hafta have a C-section n'at. allsa rest of da pregnancy went as scheduled and everything was great until we were two weeks away from da due date. It was spring and I was aht plowing in da far filled n'at. Dere was a storm coming in and I wanted to git it plowed before da rain come n'at. Woll a thunderstorm blowdup aht and I got bogged dahn in da filled. It took me 3 ours to git da tractor aht of da mud and whenever I got back to da haus covered in mud I couttent find Gretta. I called and called her but dere was no answer n'at. I found her in a puddle of blood at da dupa of da stairs. I ran over to her, she was barely breathing and her pulse was weak but she was conscious n'at. She mouthed da words "I love you", but no sound come aht n'at. I ran to da phone and dialed 911 annay sent an am-blee-unce n'at. She never made it to da hospital. Da best da doctors could tell was she got frightened by da thunder and fell dahn da tramps causing her to go into labor, but da pup was too big to come aht..." He lost his composure again and started sobbing.

I felt so bad for him, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out how he felt it was his fault. So after he regained his composure I asked him.

"I was da one that put da pup in her n'at. If she was married to a normal size dog she woulda probably been fine. Plus I was too worried abaht gitting da filled planted instead of being in dere to protect her. I knew she was ascared of thunder n'at. But honest I never even thought abaht it, I dint want her to die... I miss her so much..." "John, it's not your fault. Nobody could have seen that coming. It's not like you forced her to have your pup, you said she wanted it as much as you did."

"Yeah she did n'at. She was as crazy abaht me as I was abaht her n'at. If I could trade my life fer theirs, I'd die a million times fer dem in a half a heartbeat."

"I believe you John. You seem to be the most honorable dog I've ever met. I really like you."

"But yinz barely even knows me n'at."

"Well in one day you've taught me more than my dad has in the last 5 years, I'd give anything to have a dad like you." I added giving him a squeeze. "Any pup would be lucky to have you for a dad." You could see him blushing under his white fur. He was saved by the puck dropping to start the first period. I was obviously a Kings fan but I also liked the Pens since they were one of the most exciting teams in the league. They had two of the best centers in hockey, maybe the two best in the league.

So since the Kings weren't playing it wasn't hard to root for the Pens. Especially since they were playing the Red Wings, the team that eliminated my Kings with some very questionable hits that injured our best center and our star defenseman. It was a hard fought first period with the Wings leading 2-1 at the first intermission. The Pens had had lots of opportunities, but some stellar play by the Wings goalie and a couple of wicked shots that had banged off the posts had short circuited the high voltage attack of the Pens.

At the first intermission John got up, grabbed me a Pepsi and another Iron City for him and ordered a couple of large pan pizzas to be delivered.

"I didn't think they delivered all the way out here..." I said.

"Dey'll stretch da boundaries a little fer a $30 tip." He said with a chuckle.

We sat on the couch again and I sat closer to him this time. He put an arm around me and said. "Before I met yinz today I dint realize how lonely I was n'at. I'm glad yinzes here n'at. I hope we can become friends..."

I hugged him and buried my muzzle in his massive chest. "I'd like that a lot John." He felt so strong to me, someone that would be there for me and care about me. He pulled me close to him, holding me protectively. I didn't ever want him to let go. I was looking down when I noticed that his sheath was plumping a little. Not a full hardon or even a semi-woodie, but even in that mostly flaccid state it was much bigger than my 6 inch erection. I could only imagine what it was like hard. I knew I could get turned on by porn of dogs or bitches, and me and my friends had even jerked each other off a few times. Once my best friend and I had even frotted. I had put it down as just being a young dog that got hard over anything and needed to get his nut. But I was really starting to get turned on by this big handsome stud.

I boned up big time and John noticed it. "I remember gitting a hardon over everything at yinzes age n'at. Don't be embarrassed by it, I unnerstand."

I wasn't gonna tell him, but I wasn't getting a hardon over something random, I was getting a boner thinking about him. But then they dropped the puck to start the second period and within a minute the Wings were called for High Sticking, putting the Pens on the power play. They brought both Sid and Geno in on the power play and within a minute Sid had set Geno up for the tying goal. John and I both jumped out of our seats cheering and hugging each other. We sat back down when the dropped the puck to resume play. The Pens out-skated the Wings for the rest of the period but were unable to score. So the teams went into the second intermission tied.

The timing was perfect because not long after the intermission started the doorbell rang and John went to pay for the pizza. He carried both boxes in, one supreme and one pepperoni and mushroom. He grabbed another Beer and got me a "pop" as he called Pepsi and plopped down next to me on the couch. We talked about the fishing we had done today.

"I really had a great time fishing today." I said and I really meant it. The fishing was great, but even better had been the fact that John made it even more special.

"Like I go I fish priddy near every day n'at. Any time you'd like to learn more call me." John replied.

"Can we go tomorrow?" I asked uncertain if I was imposing.

"Sure, I'd love to have yinz wit me."

We set up a time to meet at the creek, or as he called it the crick. I couldn't help but think how handsome he was. Not pretty dog handsome, big strong studly dog handsome. Soon they started the third and final period, two to two and twenty minutes to decide game five of the Cup. The Pens came out skating like demons but the Wings goalie was making some incredible saves. He robbed Sid of two goals on unbelievable saves.

Then it happened, the Wings best defense man, Jakub, the one that had taken out two of the Kings best players in the semifinals saw Sid battling for the puck against the boards. He lined him up and was making a run at him and was going to blindside him against the boards. But Sid lost his footing at the last second and rolled into Jakub's legs and he went headfirst into the boards himself. He was knocked cold and there was blood on the ice under his head. They stopped play for about 10 minutes while they got a stretcher and carried him off. When play resumed there was two minutes left. That was when the Pens coach made a bold move. They had been rolling four lines all game, with Sid centering the first line and Geno centering the second. But after the 10 minute play stoppage he put both Geno and Sid on a line together and it was obvious he planned to play them the last two minutes.

Then it happened, with less than a minute to play Sid intercepted a pass near center ice and charged toward the goal with Geno in hot pursuit. There was one defender between Sid and the goalie and he charged at Sid. Sid went right at him and right before they collided he left a drop pass for Geno who put it through the five hole for the go ahead goal. The Wings pulled their goalie to put an extra skater on for the final 45 seconds, but after the Wings took a couple of desperation shots at the Pens goal, Sid came up with the puck and sent in an empty netter from the Pens blue line to seal the game. John and I were jumping up and down celebrating as the game ended. We watched a little of the post game show then I reluctantly left for home.

The whole way home all I could think about was John and by the time I got home I had a raging boner that needed taken care of immediately.

I walked in the house, mom and dad were in the family room. Even though they hadn't seen me all day they didn't even welcome me home. Which was fine with me, I wanted to get into my room as soon as possible. I hurried up and got in my king size bed, my boner just throbbing. All I could think about was John. I don't know why but I just found him so fucking sexy. Being a Dobie I normally was the leader of my little posse, what little fooling around we did I instigated and dominated. I don't mean dominated in a heavy handed way, but I was always the one calling the shots. All I could think about with John is having him take charge. I thought about when we were sitting on the couch at intermission. How great it would have been if he would have just put that big paw on the back of my head and guided it down to that huge sheath.

"Ats a good pup, jano yinz want it." I imagined him saying. I reach over with my paw and wrapped it around his sheath. I started sliding his sheath up and down over his flaccid cock. I felt that huge cock grow in my paw, it was so much bigger than mine. He was a real stud, that hadn't been taken care of like he should have been in such a long time. I was gonna make sure I remedied that situation. I have fairly big paws but when he was fully hard I could barely get my paw around it. I peeled his sheath back just enough for the big head to pop out of his sheath. I could just smell the dominance pheromones that this Alpha stud was emitting. I let out a puppy like whimper. A pearl of precum oozed out of the tip and I flicked my tongue out to lick it up. I had never given oral to anyone before but the prospect of servicing this gentle giant was exhilarating. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, the tip curling around his corona. He growled out in his dominance as I eased back more of his sheath and followed it down with my eager muzzle.

"Yinz want it bad don't you." I murmured out my assent, but he jokingly said, "It's not polite to talk wit yinzes muzzle fool pup." And my muzzle was definitely full to overflowing and I only had half of his precious doghood in it. I wanted to take it all down but when it started to go down my throat I started to gag. John quickly pulled me to a sitting position and had a worried look on his muzzle. "I'm sorry, I dint hurt yinz did I?"

"Everything's fine sir." I realized that he was extremely self-conscious about his size. "I just hafta get used to it."

"Just take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

I lowered my muzzle over his big shaft again and started bobbing up and down on it again. I reached down with my paw and lovingly cradled those huge balls, each one bigger than a lemon. No wonder he knocked Gretta up on the first try. I wanted to drain them so badly, and swallow every drop. I pulled my muzzle off of his maleness and attacked his nuts with my tongue. I licked under them, lifting them with each lick and letting gravity drop them each time. Then I took them one at a time into my muzzle and massaged each one with my tongue. This was a real stud if I had ever seen one, and I knew my place was pleasing him. I could feel more than hear the rumble in his chest, half way between a growl and a moan.

I knew it was time for me to finish him off, I didn't want to take any chance that he would cum before I got him back in my mouth. I sure as hell didn't want to waste any of his seed. I put my muzzle back over his shaft and slowly worked myself down. This time when he got to the back of my throat, I started to gag again, but I caught myself and took more of him into my throat. Slowly I worked my way down until my nose was buried in his bristly pubes. I bobbed up and down a few inches until I noticed his knot starting to swell. I put a strangle hold on the base of it with my paw and that was all it took. His big cock swelled even bigger, then started jerking as he started shooting his virile dogseed down my eager throat. He growled and held the back of my head as he fucked my throat trying to shoot as deeply in me as possible. I held onto his knot even after he relaxed. I knew he had already shot the sperm rich faction of his seed down my throat, now he was just pulsing the clear post ejaculate.

I backed off a bit so I had just the head in my mouth and could taste his essence as it gently pulsed into my mouth... At that point I could fantasize no longer, my dick was getting too sensitive in my mouth. But hey it served its purpose, my balls were no longer aching. Plus a good cum always helped me sleep. I lay down in my bed and tried to fall asleep, but all I could think about was John. Finally I fantasized about John holding me protectively, and I soon drifted off into a contented sleep...

Pittsburghese N'at English version

The cold water felt good on a hot summer day. I had driven my new Escalade to the local creek to try to do some trout fishing. Not that I knew anything about trout fishing in streams. The only fishing I had ever done was fishing off the Redondo pier with my friends. Who were all 3000 fucking miles away now. Last spring my dad had taken a promotion to the corporate headquarters of US Steel in godforsaken Pittsburgh, PA. He let mom and us pups stay in at our beachfront house in Redondo until the school year was over, then we had to move out to the house he bought for us.

What a fucking culture shock. When I get there I find out that we aren't even living in Pittsburgh. It seems dear old dad had always wanted a house on a lot of acreage, so he bought a house about half an hour away from the city. He got a farm house on 230 acres, the fucking thing even has a barn on it. But it's in the fucking middle of nowhere and there are no other pups my age in the neighborhood. Well I guess you'd call it a neighborhood, just a bunch of fucking farm houses all scattered about. I'm soooo sure I just gonna fit in when school starts. I'm sure the pups here are all a bunch of inbred hicks. But even worse than that is I won't even be able to meet them until fall when school starts. That just sooo sucks! I'd finally turned 16, old enough to get my driver's license and would've been able to finally go places. I mean how great would it have been, livin' in SoCal with all my friends, able to drive wherever we wanted and do whatever we wanted. Money wouldn't have been a problem, my dad's always been generous with his money with us kids. Now with his time, that's a different story. Dear old dad was the regional sales manager for US Steel on the west coast. He was always traveling and when he was home he just wanted to relax with a martini or two or three or four... Well I think you get the picture.

But all his hard work had paid off with a promotion to Vice President of Sales and hence the move to this hell hole. I made it clear to him that I was pissed off about it, the least he could have done was move us to the city, where the action was. Well at least as much action as you can have in a stupid backwater town. His response was his typical response, throw money at the problem. He bought me this brand new Escalade and gave me a big allowance. But what the fuck good it all that when there isn't anything to do around here and no friends to do it with.

That's why I'm out here wading in this creek with no idea how to fish for these trout. I have fishing tackle but it's the stuff I used for pier fishing so it's probably a little heavy. I don't really even know what to use as a lure for trout so I'm using one of the spoons I used to cast off the pier, it's about 5 inches long. But it's pretty out here, and the water burbling over the rocks is soothing. But I really wish I could catch something. I walked around the bend and noticed another fisherman working the next pool. He was an older Great Dane, I couldn't tell how old though. Any dog over 30 looks old to me, but he was in pretty good shape and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He was a Harl, mostly white with a black patch over his left eye that kinda made him look a little debonair. Anyway as I watched him fish he was catching and releasing one trout after another. Either this was a really good spot or he really knew what he was doing.

I finally walked up to the pool and asked, "What are you using for bait?"

He jumped, I guess he didn't see me coming. "Damn you scared me. I've never seen you around here before ." He said before regaining his composure. "I'm just using corn." He added finally answering my question.

"Corn? I didn't know trout were vegetarians."

"They ain't but they look enough like fish eggs that the trout can't tell the difference in the creek. Especially whenever you fish them in the faster water so they go by real quick." He replied quickly. I was having a hard time following what he was saying. He obviously was pretty smart but he talked really funny. He looked at my rig and asked, "What are you fishing with?"

"I don't understand what you're asking." I said confused as hell.

"What do you have on the end of your line?" He said then reached over and grabbed the spoon on the end of my line. He looked it over for a second and chuckled, "What the hell do you think you are gonna catch with this?"

"I catch bonito with it all the time at the pier. " I replied defensively.

"You ain't gonna catch anything wit dat tackle here n'at. That must be twenty pound test line and that spoon must be 5 inches long."

"It's only 16 lb test line." I replied uncertainly. "What's wrong with that?"

"In the spring time you can get away with 4 pound test line on this creek, but whenever it's low and clear in the summer time you need to use two pound test line." He explained swinging his rod over toward me so I could see his rig. It was really simple. REALLY light line with a small hook on the end, a small split shot about 9 inches above it and a small cork about 2 feet above that. The hook had two kernels of canned corn on it. He had a long rod, it looked to be over 10 feet long but it was light and whippy. "I have another rod in the truck, it's not as good as this one but it's a nice ultralight with two pound test line on it that you can borrow." After puzzling over what he said I was able to figure it out. "That'd be great! Where's your truck." He pointed through the trees at the road. It was a big new Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD LTZ Crew Cab 4-4 Dually Wheel. Despite his language inadequacy he obviously had money.

We walked toward the truck and he asked me. "You hungry?" I nodded. "I've got some sandwiches in the truck, a couple of chipped chopped ham sammiches and a couple of jumbo sammiches. They ain't Primanti's, but they ain't bad. You can have one of each." I figured out that sammiches were sandwiches, and I figured out one was some kind of ham but I had NO fucking idea what a "jumbo sammich" was. Maybe it was just a really big sandwich.

We got to the truck and he pulled a big cooler out from behind the driver's seat. He carried it to the back of the truck pulled the tailgate down and set the cooler on the tailgate. He grabbed a couple of folding chairs from the bed of the truck and set them up so we could sit behind the truck. It was a little high to use as a table but you could sit a paper plate on the tailgate while you ate. He put two sandwiches on each of our plates and he grabbed a Pepsi out of the cooler for me and grabbed an Iron City Beer out for him. "You'll have to drink pop cause you're too young for a beer." Then he poured a bag of potato chips into a big bowl for us to share.

I thanked him and started to dig into my sandwich. I tried the "chipped chopped ham" first. It was paper thin sliced ham of some type, and there was lots of it. It was on a hamburger bun with a slice of American cheese on it and some mayo. It was surprisingly good. The thin layers of ham were a taste explosion in your muzzle. I picked up the other sandwich and opened it up to see what was in a "jumbo sammich". I looked inside and there was lettuce, tomato, mayo, American cheese and what appeared to be a couple of slices of baloney. I was confused so I asked, "Why do you call this a "jumbo" sandwich?"

"Cuz it has jumbo on it." He said looking at me like I had 3 heads.

"It looks like a regular baloney sandwich."

"Baloney and jumbo is the same thing." He replied. I was starting to get a headache. We finished the "sammiches" quickly, I guess I was hungrier than I realized, but we took our time with the chips and drinks. "So you are obviously not from around here, where are you from?" I explained where I was from and why we were here.

"Too bad about that. It must be hard to move away at your age. I've always lived here. By the way my name is John." He said as he stuck out a HUGE paw for me to shake.

I stuck my paw out and he gripped it tight enough for me to wince. "My name's Tyler." I offered as I tried to extricate my paw.

"Well I fish here pretty much every sunny day in the summer time. If you want I can teach you how to fish." He offered.

"That would be cool!" I replied enthusiastically. Then I asked, "Don't you have a job."

"Not any more!" He replied with a huge grin. "I was a farmer, I have a 290 acre farm that I'd farmed since I bought it from my dad. Until last year when they discovered shale gas under it. They gave me a 5 year lease for nine hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars for the lease and I get about forty-five thousand dollars amonth in royalties. Don't really need to farm any more. I lease the farm out to a young pup and he farms it."

That explained a lot. He had an income of over half a million dollars a year plus whatever he was leasing his farm out for. We finished up our lunch and went back down to the creek. I left my rod in his truck and I used his rod. He rigged me up like he was rigged up. He walked into the creek and said, "You just watch for a couple of minutes and I'll explain why I'm doing things." He waded up to his knees into the water while I stayed on the bank watching. For a second my eyes wandered to the huge pink balls dangling between his legs. Great Danes always seemed to have big dangling balls, unlike a Doberman like myself who tend to have smaller balls that ride closer to their bodies. These were truly massive even for a Great Dane, but this dog was really big and looked country strong. Not body builder muscles, but big muscles from years of hard work. I don't know why but looking at him had made me chub a little so I went back to paying attention to what he was doing.

"Trout like to rest in the slow water, but the food is brought down to them by the fast current. So they like to stay in seams where the fast water meets the slow water. That way they can stay in the slow water and dart out whenever food washes by them. That way they don't use so much energy." He cast up stream into a current that went past a boulder. As soon as it passed the boulder his float disappeared under the water and John jerked the rod to set the hook. The fish took off and John expertly played the fish. He got it in, when it was beside him he reached down with a pair of hemostats, gripped the hook and shook it free without taking it from the water.

He cast into another quick current and when it went past a slow eddy again the float went underwater and he again drove the hook onto the top jaw of the trout. I waded out to watch him land the fish. I recognized that the fish was a trout and it looked to be slightly over a foot long. "What kind of trout is that?" I asked.

"That one's a brown trout. We've got browns and rainbows in this creek." He said as the released it like the last one.

"Don't you keep them?" I asked.

"I only keep a few now and then whenever I want some for dinner. There's nothing like fresh trout, but I have more fun catching them than I do eating them so I release most of them. Have you ever had fresh trout?"

"No Sir." "Well if you want we can keep a few and cook them for dinner." Then he added "While you're out here do you want to give it a try?" He guided me over to a new spot and stood behind me. "Throw your bait in that current right there." He said pointing to a spot. He guided my arm through the cast and it plopped down in the water right where he said I should cast. "Keep as much line off of the water as you can, it's not as easy to do with the shorter rod that you're using." It floated all the way downstream without going under. "Reel your line in, I think you had too much line in the slow current and that made the drift drag a little."

I cast it in the same place put this time I lifted the rod a little higher. As it was going past a large underwater rock the float went under the water and in my excitement I jerked as hard as I could. There was a loud "Crack" as the line broke and I reeled in to find that the line broke right at the hook.

John hugged me a little from behind and chuckled. "Don't get so excited pup. You don't have to jerk so hard." I don't know why but having a big strong dog like that hugging me made me feel all warm inside. He coached me through tying on all the stuff I needed and I was soon casting again. I cast where he told me and this time when it went underwater, I was much more restrained when I set the hook and I was soon fighting a rainbow trout. I got it in and I looked at it admiringly.

"Are you gonna keep it?" He asked. "If you want to we can keep a batch of them and I can cook them up for dinner."

"That'd be cool!" I said.

He handed me a stringer and I put the fish on the stringer. I measured it and it was 13 inches long. We both caught a lot of trout, even though John spent most of his time helping me. He had a lot of patience with me, way more than my Dad had. Dad hardly ever did anything with us pups. But when he did, he got upset when we didn't do everything perfect the first time. No matter what I did I should have done it better. But John was cool, even when I made the same mistake a couple of times he calmly explained it to me again.

When we left the creek I got in my Escalade and followed John to his house. He had a little cabana out back where he had a sink and a table that he used as his fish cleaning station. We had each brought home 3 fish and John showed me the proper way to filet fish. He really knew his stuff. Despite his complete lack of mastery of the English language, this was one smart dog. He grabbed a couple of potatoes from a bin under the cleaning table. He quickly peeled them, his paws almost a blur as he worked. He threw them in a pan of water and grabbed a couple of onions from a bin next to the potatoes. He later explained to me that he grew them in the one acre garden that he had out back. He didn't farm on a big scale any more but he still liked to work in his garden. He claimed it kept his mind occupied, but that's not how he said it. But I got the gist of it anyway.

He sliced the onions into thick slices and used a gadget to make curly fries. Then he carried the fries over to a little lean-to where he had a turkey fryer filled with lard. The lard was still solid and he put the fries in the fryer. Then he turned on the heat. The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot and he stuck a thermometer in to monitor the temperature. "The best way to make French fries is to put them in the cold lard, that way they cook on da inside and then whenever the lard gets hot it makes them nice and crispy on the outside and creamy on the inside." While the fries were cooking he made some batter for the onion rings and then he made a breading for the trout out of instant potato flakes of all things. He took the fries out when the temperature reached 350°F and put them on a platter with some paper towels under them. Then he cooked the onion rings which cooked in about 3 minutes in the hot lard followed by the trout which took about the same amount of time.

"I grew this horseradish myself. YouALWAYS have to use Heinz ketchup. It tastes the best. It's made here in Pittsburgh." He said the last sentence with pride in his voice as he mixed the horseradish with the ketchup to make a cocktail sauce for the fish. We grabbed the food and carried it over to a pretty little gazebo he had built overlooking a koi pond, which was filled with huge black, red and white koi. He sat across the table from me and we dug into the food. I had never tasted such good fish, and the potatoes were fantastic. I ate until I was stuffed. We had eaten on paper plates so there wasn't much cleanup other than throwing the plates away.

"Hey do you want to watch the Pens game, they're in the Cup finals. Mario Arrooo has really put together a great team this year."

The LA Kings had won Lord Stanley's Cup last year. My dad had bought season tickets for both of us. The seats were front row center ice, but he never went to a single game with me. I always just brought one of my friends. Mom would just drop us off at Staples Center and pick us up after the game. They always gave me money for my friend and I to hang out after the game and it was a lot of fun. But it would have been nice to occasionally have him come with me. Dad didn't seem to have any interest in anything other than work.

"SURE! I love hockey. I'll need to call mom and let her know that I'm gonna be out late." I grabbed my iPhone 5 off of my bicep holster and called mom. I told her I was watching the game with a friend. She seemed to just be happy that I had made a friend so she didn't ask much about him. Besides Mom was used to me not coming home until late, sometimes not at all, so it was no big deal. I knew Dad wouldn't even notice that I wasn't home. "She said I can stay."

We sat on the couch in front of his 80" high def TV, he used the remote and turned on the pregame show. I don't know why but I sat kinda close to him. In spite of our little language barrier John was just so easy to talk to. I already felt more comfortable with him than I ever had talking to my Dad.

"Everything was delicious Sir, thanks for inviting me over."

"Please don't call me Sir, I feel old enough as it is. Just call me John. You're the first visitor I've had over to the house since I lost my wife and son." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear about that Sir... err... I mean John." I really felt bad for him.

"Although I never really got to see my son, my wife died in childbirth... My son died too..." He added fighting back the tears. "I always wanted a son. I wanted able to teach him everything I know. But losing Gretta was even worse. I loved her so much...it was all my fault..." He started sobbing.

I didn't think twice, I hugged him and he started crying on my shoulder. "I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

"Gretta and I were high school sweethearts. I was the star Quarterback and she was the head cheerleader. She was a pert little German Shepherd bitch, all of about 5' tall. I was only about 6'6" tall back then but that still made a big contrast. We started going together when we were Sophomores. I was one of the top high school quarterbacks in the country and I led our team to two consecutive State championships. I was recruited by nearly every University in the country, the only ones that didn't recruit me were the ones that knew they didn't have a chance to land me. Well I decided on Penn State and Gretta came with me on a cheer leading scholarship."

"Gretta and I stayed together the whole time we were in college. I made starting QB my Junior year and in my Senior year we went undefeated and won the national championship. I was Heisman Trophy finalist, I finished third. We played for the national championship in the Rose Bowl, that's out by where you're from. I threw a game winning 70 yard bomb to lead us from behind in the last minute. While I was watching the pass in the air I got cheap shotted from behind. I wasn't expecting it so I fell awkwardly, dislocating my shoulder and tearing my rotator cuff. I was still the MVP of the Rose Bowl but the damage was done."

"If I wouldn't have gotten hurt I was the guaranteed number one pick in the draft. As it was the Browns still picked me in the second round. I got a nice signing bonus, about $1.4 million dollars, but despite working hard on rehabbing my shoulder I was never able to get my velocity back. I got cut and I knew I was finished. I took my signing bonus and used $350,000 to buy our farm off of my daddy. Even though they took almost half of it in taxes that still left me with $400,000 in the bank so Gretta and I were able to get married right away. She had wanted to wait until we got married before we had sex and I had agreed. We were both still virgins on our wedding night. I used some of the bonus money to take a 2 week honeymoon in Hawaii."

"Well in case you haven't noticed, saying I'm well endowed would be an understatement. Not to brag, I got over 10" and poor Gretta was a tight little virgin. It took a lot of lube, a lot of foreplay and a lot of patience but we were able to consummate our marriage on our wedding night. Even in spite of that she bled pretty bad when I took her cherry. It took her over a month to stretch out enough that she could enjoy it too, but after that things were great. She couldn't get enough of me. We had timed her cycle so she was fertile on our wedding night and sure enough she missed her next period."

We were both overjoyed, she wanted to have my pup as bad as I wanted her to have my pup. When we went for the ultrasound the doctor said we were gonna have a boy. That's when things started to go wrong. After examining Gretta he was worried that her hips wouldn't be wide enough to have a pup from a dog of my stature. It wasn't a big deal, he said we would just have to have a C-section. All the rest of the pregnancy went as scheduled and everything was great until we were two weeks away from the due date. It was spring and I was out plowing in the far field. There was a storm coming in and I wanted to get it plowed before the rain came. Well a thunderstorm broke out and I got bogged down in the field. It took me 3 hours to get the tractor out of the mud and when I got back to the house covered in mud I couldn't find Gretta. I called and called her but there was no answer. I found her in a puddle of blood at the bottom of the stairs. I ran over to her, she was barely breathing and her pulse was weak but she was conscious. She mouthed the words "I love you", but no sound came out. I ran to the phone and dialed 911 and they sent an ambulance. She never made it to the hospital. The best the doctors could tell was she got frightened by the thunder and fell down the steps causing her to go into labor, but the pup was too big to come out..." He lost his composure again and started sobbing.

I felt so bad for him, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out how he felt it was his fault. So after he regained his composure I asked him.

"I was the one that put the pup in her. If she was married to a normal size dog she would have probably been fine. Plus I was too worried about getting the field planted instead of being in there to protect her. I knew she was afraid of thunder. But honest I never even thought about it, I didn't want her to die... I miss her so much..."

"John, it's not your fault. Nobody could have seen that coming. It's not like you forced her to have your pup, you said she wanted it as much as you did."

"Yeah she did. She was as crazy about me as I was about her. If I could trade my life for theirs, I'd die a million times for them in a half a heartbeat."

"I believe you John. You seem to be the most honorable dog I've ever met. I really like you."

"But you barely even know me."

"Well in one day you've taught me more than my dad has in the last 5 years, I'd give anything to have a dad like you." I added giving him a squeeze. "Any pup would be lucky to have you for a dad." You could see him blushing under his white fur. He was saved by the puck dropping to start the first period. I was obviously a Kings fan but I also liked the Pens since they were one of the most exciting teams in the league. They had two of the best centers in hockey, maybe the two best in the league.

So since the Kings weren't playing it wasn't hard to root for the Pens. Especially since they were playing the Red Wings, the team that eliminated my Kings with some very questionable hits that injured our best center and our star defenseman. It was a hard fought first period with the Wings leading 2-1 at the first intermission. The Pens had had lots of opportunities, but some stellar play by the Wings goalie and a couple of wicked shots that had banged off the posts had short circuited the high voltage attack of the Pens.

At the first intermission John got up, grabbed me a Pepsi and another Iron City for him and ordered a couple of large pan pizzas to be delivered.

"I didn't think they delivered all the way out here..." I said.

"They'll stretch the boundaries a little for a $30 tip." He said with a chuckle.

We sat on the couch again and I sat closer to him this time. He put an arm around me and said. "Before I met you today I didn't realize how lonely I was. I'm glad you're here. I hope we can become friends..."

I hugged him and buried my muzzle in his massive chest. "I'd like that a lot John." He felt so strong to me, someone that would be there for me and care about me. He pulled me close to him, holding me protectively. I didn't ever want him to let go. I was looking down when I noticed that his sheath was plumping a little. Not a full hardon or even a semi-woodie, but even in that mostly flaccid state it was much bigger than my 6 inch erection. I could only imagine what it was like hard. I knew I could get turned on by porn of dogs or bitches, and me and my friends had even jerked each other off a few times. Once my best friend and I had even frotted. I had put it down as just being a young dog that got hard over anything and needed to get his nut. But I was really starting to get turned on by this big handsome stud.

I boned up big time and John noticed it. "I remember getting a hardon over everything at your age. Don't be embarrassed by it, I understand."

I wasn't gonna tell him, but I wasn't getting a hardon over something random, I was getting a boner thinking about him. But then they dropped the puck to start the second period and within a minute the Wings were called for High Sticking, putting the Pens on the power play.

They brought both Sid and Geno in on the power play and within a minute Sid had set Geno up for the tying goal. John and I both jumped out of our seats cheering and hugging each other. We sat back down when the dropped the puck to resume play. The Pens out-skated the Wings for the rest of the period but were unable to score. So the teams went into the second intermission tied.

The timing was perfect because not long after the intermission started the door bell rang and John went to pay for the pizza. He carried both boxes in, one supreme and one pepperoni and mushroom. He grabbed another Beer and got me a "pop" as he called Pepsi and plopped down next to me on the couch. We talked about the fishing we had done today.

"I really had a great time fishing today." I said and I really meant it. The fishing was great, but even better had been the fact that John made it even more special.

"Like I said I fish pretty near every day. Any time you'd like to learn more call me." John replied.

"Can we go tomorrow?" I asked uncertain if I was imposing.

"Sure, I'd love to have you with me."

We set up a time to meet at the creek, or as he called it the crick. I couldn't help but think how handsome he was. Not pretty dog handsome, big strong studly dog handsome. Soon they started the third and final period, two to two and twenty minutes to decide game five of the Cup. The Pens came out skating like demons but the Wings goalie was making some incredible saves.

He robbed Sid of two goals on unbelievable saves. Then it happened; the Wings best defense man, Jakub, the one that had taken out two of the Kings best players in the semifinals saw Sid battling for the puck against the boards. He lined him up and was making a run at him and was going to blindside him against the boards. But Sid lost his footing at the last second and rolled into Jakub's legs and he went headfirst into the boards himself. He was knocked cold and there was blood on the ice under his head. They stopped play for about 10 minutes while they got a stretcher and carried him off. When play resumed there was two minutes left. That was when the Pens coach made a bold move. They had been rolling four lines all game, with Sid centering the first line and Geno centering the second. But after the 10 minute play stoppage he put both Geno and Sid on a line together and it was obvious he planned to play them the last two minutes.

Then it happened, with less than a minute to play Sid intercepted a pass near center ice and charged toward the goal with Geno in hot pursuit. There was one defender between Sid and the goalie and he charged at Sid. Sid went right at him and right before they collided he left a drop pass for Geno who put it through the five hole for the go ahead goal. The Wings pulled their goalie to put an extra skater on for the final 45 seconds, but after the Wings took a couple of desperation shots at the Pens goal, Sid came up with the puck and sent in an empty netter from the Pens blue line to seal the game.

John and I were jumping up and down celebrating as the game ended. We watched a little of the post game show then I reluctantly left for home. The whole way home all I could think about was John and by the time I got home I had a raging boner that needed taken care of immediately.

I walked in the house, mom and dad were in the family room. Even though they hadn't seen me all day they didn't even welcome me home. Which was fine with me, I wanted to get into my room as soon as possible. I hurried up and got in my king size bed, my boner just throbbing. All I could think about was John. I don't know why but I just found him so fucking sexy. Being a Dobie I normally was the leader of my little posse, what little fooling around we did I instigated and dominated. I don't mean dominated in a heavy handed way, but I was always the one calling the shots. All I could think about with John is having him take charge. I thought about when we were sitting on the couch at intermission. How great it would have been if he would have just put that big paw on the back of my head and guided it down to that huge sheath.

"That's a good pup, you know you want it." I imagined him saying. I reach over with my paw and wrapped it around his sheath. I started sliding his sheath up and down over his flaccid cock. I felt that huge cock grow in my paw, it was so much bigger than mine. He was a real stud, that hadn't been taken care of like he should have been in such a long time. I was gonna make sure I remedied that situation. I have fairly big paws but when he was fully hard I could barely get my paw around it. I peeled his sheath back just enough for the big head to pop out of his sheath. I could just smell the dominance pheromones that this Alpha stud was emitting. I let out a puppy like whimper. A pearl of precum oozed out of the tip and I flicked my tongue out to lick it up. I had never given oral to anyone before but the prospect of servicing this gentle giant was exhilarating. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, the tip curling around his corona. He growled out in his dominance as I eased back more of his sheath and followed it down with my eager muzzle.

"You want it bad don't you." I murmured out my assent, but he jokingly said, "It's not polite to talk with your muzzle full pup." And my muzzle was definitely full to overflowing and I only had half of his precious doghood in it. I wanted to take it all down but when it started to go down my throat I started to gag. John quickly pulled me to a sitting position and had a worried look on his muzzle. "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Everything's fine sir." I realized that he was extremely self-conscious about his size. "I just hafta get used to it."

"Just take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

I lowered my muzzle over his big shaft again and started bobbing up and down on it again. I reached down with my paw and lovingly cradled those huge balls, each one bigger than a lemon. No wonder he knocked Gretta up on the first try. I wanted to drain them so badly, and swallow every drop. I pulled my muzzle off of his maleness and attacked his nuts with my tongue. I licked under them, lifting them with each lick and letting gravity drop them each time. Then I took them one at a time into my muzzle and massaged each one with my tongue. This was a real stud if I had ever seen one, and I knew my place was pleasing him. I could feel more than hear the rumble in his chest, half way between a growl and a moan.

I knew it was time for me to finish him off, I didn't want to take any chance that he would cum before I got him back in my mouth. I sure as hell didn't want to waste any of his seed. I put my muzzle back over his shaft and slowly worked myself down. This time when he got to the back of my throat, I started to gag again, but I caught myself and took more of him into my throat. Slowly I worked my way down until my nose was buried in his bristly pubes. I bobbed up and down a few inches until I noticed his knot starting to swell. I put a strangle hold on the base of it with my paw and that was all it took. His big cock swelled even bigger, then started jerking as he started shooting his virile dogseed down my eager throat. He growled and held the back of my head as he fucked my throat trying to shoot as deeply in me as possible. I held onto his knot even after he relaxed. I knew he had already shot the sperm rich faction of his seed down my throat, now he was just pulsing the clear post ejaculate.

I backed off a bit so I had just the head in my mouth and could taste his essence as it gently pulsed into my mouth... At that point I could fantasize no longer, my dick was getting too sensitive in my mouth. But hey it served it's purpose, my balls were no longer aching. Plus a good cum always helped me sleep. I lay down in my bed and tried to fall asleep, but all I could think about was John. Finally I fantasized about John holding me protectively, and I soon drifted off into a contented sleep...