It was the bi-monthly meeting night for the Kennel Club, and it was going to storm. The club was a group of five men that trained show dogs, more specifically Great Danes. They were all majestic dogs, superior animals in their breeds. Two had actually won a couple of championships.
The meetings were to acclimate the dogs to being around other dogs and to give the owners practice time working them through their paces. It also helped the dogs get used to being handled by people other than their trainer/owners.
It was always a good time. I looked forward to the meetings and watching the animals perform, it was a treat to watch man and beast working together. My boyfriend, Brian, had a brindled male named Marmaduke. What else? He was a goofy, 160 lb. 5 year old puppy. He was loveable and sweet and very well trained. Brian had studded him out a couple of times and had gotten a fair price for it. Marmaduke or Smarmy as we called him because of his smug lopsided grin, had taken a regional Kennel Club championship at 3 years of age.
The group had been meeting with the same dogs for about 2 years and the puppies had become good friends. It was awesome to watch those giant dogs playing in the back yard. Danes are a normally mellow dog with a good nature. There were 4 males and one female so there was an occasional snarl and snap which was corrected immediately by the owners. That was the purpose of these get together's, during shows any aggression was a demerit and could cost you a win.
I'm Annie and I'm a small woman. I stand 5' 3" and weigh around 110. Smarmy's back comes right at my waist, his head just below my shoulder. We're quite a pair to see walking down the street. I always feel well guarded with him. Brian leaves him with me when he travels, which is about every other week for 3 days. I spoil the dog, he gets to sleep in the bed with me. It keeps me from missing Brian and best of all, Smarmy snores less.
The other 4 dog owners were friends of Brian's; Ted was a co-worker and had worked with Brian on and off for close to 10 years. Ted was a big man, at 6'4" about 235, he actually was the only one there that made his dog look normal sized. Brian and I used to laugh about Ted's choice of Dane, Ted had dark red hair and so did Jimbo his dog.
Will had only been with the group a couple of years. He and Brian and Ted had met at a show and they had invited him to join the group to help him with socializing his Dane, Micky. Will was 5'11" bald with startling blue eyes. I suppose they wouldn't have been as startling if he had had hair. Micky was colored similar to the cartoon character Micky Mouse; black ears white face, black body with 3 white dots down his chest and white front feet.
Matt was Will's brother he was the shortest man in the group at 5' 7" and he had Mini, Micky's sister. Matt had hair, well a fringe of hair he let grow down to just over his collar, it was curly and ink black. It looked like fringe. He would have been better looking if he had buzzed it. Mini was marked almost identical to Micky but it was easy to tell them apart because she lacked the large swinging balls between her back legs. On occasion Matt had to miss a meeting if Mini was in heat.
Seth was the last to arrive that evening with Babe. Babe is a "blue" Dane, called that because their color is a grey and in certain lights has a blue hue to it. He was named after Paul Bunion's companion, Babe the Blue Ox. They are quite regal and Babe had piercing grey eyes. Seth is a perfect man, 6'1" nicely trimmed dark brown hair, lean toned body and he was a fireman. He was funny, intelligent and if he hadn't been Brian's younger brother and gay … well let's say I have secret fantasies about him. I don't think any one but his brother and myself knew he preferred men, at least not until that night.
Brian is 6' and about 200 lbs he stays in shape exercising Smarmy. They jog together every other morning. Brian's lush brown hair is graying at the temples and gives him an air of authority which sits quite well in the court room and has inspired the trust of many a juror.
So there you have the entire group, an impressive bunch of males with me and Mini being the only exception.
They were busy putting the dogs through their paces, the heel, the smart sharp turns, the stances, focusing and ignoring distractions. They were waiting for Seth to arrive to be the judge. It was his turn. Being the judge required him to give the dogs a physical exam by running his hands over their coat to check for quality and muscle tone. A hand between the front legs to measure chest depth and a hand between the back legs to test the balls for intactness. In the past some males had been neutered by removing the testis but leaving the sack giving the illusion of an intact male. The judge also feels for spay scars on the females. No one but me and Brian knew that Seth looked forward to his turn as judge just so he could fondle their dogs. I often wondered if he jacked off Babe now and then.
Occasionally I would be judge, to give the dogs variety, to learn the touch of a woman. I must say it was kind of exciting to run my hands over the well toned muscle of those animals, slip my hand between their back legs and feel the weight of their balls in my hand. The warm soft fuzzy globes were nice as was the long shafts of their cocks. I usually got hoots and catcalls from the watching guys when I reached this part.
Rain began to fall, just a few drops at first and everyone ignored it expecting it to go away. But that evening the wind came up as well and the rain grew harder driving every one onto the back porch. Training was done for the night. And one by one the guys fished out a bottle of beer from the coolers that lined the wall by the back door. I opened a bottle of wine. Stories were told of past shows and long gone but not forgotten past companions. Brian and Seth helped me move the dinner stuff into the dining room from the picnic table on the porch. Dinner was a success with lots of laughter and more beer. My bottle of wine was empty and I was feeling happy and light. I opened another one.
The men had gone into the den to watch the game that was due to start. I declined all the offers to help me clean up and sent them packing into the den. The dogs were all snoozing on the porch. It was still raining.
The kitchen was warm and I went over to turn down the thermostat, summers can be like an oven and when it rains the humidity is almost unbearable. I had put on my tennis skirt and a tank top to try and stay cool. I wear thongs most of the time and tonight I had put on one of my light all lace bras trying to stay cool. I finished rinsing the dishes and was bent over loading them into the dishwasher when Ted walked in the door behind me.
"Yummy. Nice view." He said.
I jumped up and pulled down my skirt. Blushing I stammered "I thought you were all in the den."
He walked up to me, not touching me, but I could feel the heat of him he was so close. Very quietly he said, "Don't cover up that pretty ass on my account. I've always liked that particular view."
I took a step back. "Thanks Ted."
He took a step forward. "Always my pleasure."
I stepped back again and bumped into the counter. "What did you need Ted?" The second I said it I wanted to unsay it.
