Jason Fetz was tired of being “all horned up”. He was sick of the sweaty palms, and the double bass of his hurried heartbeats. He longed to feel the touch of another persons skin, and to experience the hot sticky fog of their breath on his neck. Jason Fetz was needy. All he knew was that it was necessary.

As he pulled up to the house he could already feel himself get excited. Though as he pulled the keys from the ignition he realized he was stuck. Jason Fetz sat there, unable to move, frozen in this dark quiet car on this dark quiet street. He could feel the tears in his eyes. He was scared of his own sexuality, of his own lustful thoughts. Unable to move for what seemed like an eternity, he slowly unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and placed his foot firmly onto the wet asphalt.

He stepped inaudibly up the sidewalk, unable to speak. His hand reached for the handle and turned. Instantly the smell hit him, an awful mix of shit and dirt, he stepped in. The moment he saw him he knew it was love, as he drove his flaccid member into his new canine friend. The howls were strong. As Jason Fetz fucked that dog, he smiled. Prince was his love and his bark filled the room. Jason Fetz barked back. Their barks could be heard for miles, and as his horny boner finished in the dogs sexy hole Jason Fetz made his final yelp.

This was the only way Jason Fetz knew how to say “I love you too”