Date: Fri, 09 Jul 2004 09:22:13 -0500
From: thomas jacobson <kiokomo2002@lycos.com>
Subject: Further Adventures

Well, thats it.  My divorce is over and done with.  Finished.  High hopes
of a normal life, including a normal sex life, evaporated after my ex
admitted she overdid the sex in the beginning of our relationship to "land
me".

I'm a fairly successful, ambitious, hardworking small business owner, and
when I finally decided I was ready to settle down and start a family, it
was fairly easy.  Thought I had found someone who was stable, pretty,
compatible, and appreciated me for what I had accomplished.  But not long
afterward, she stopped working, stopped working out, sex drive disappeared,
and she turned into Peggy Bundy -killing my dreams and spending my money.

So not too long ago, I started fanticizing again about all my sexual
adventures from my youth, and decided to start writing about them as a way
of stoking the fires, so to speak.  I got tremendous response from my
"Getting Started" series of stories right here in the Nifty archives, which
detailed my early explorations with our family dogs Shasta and Buddy, two
incredible golden retrievers.  Such was the feedback that I decided to not
only take back my life by getting out of an almost sexless marriage, but I
have continued writing, at everyone's urging, of some of these young
indescretions that I pulled off not so many years ago.  I hope you may
enjoy some of these "Further Adventures".

The one thing I can go back to over and over again is the sheer raw
sexuality of animals in general.  Who hasn't stood in absolute awe at the
fully extended, and quite relaxed, penis of a chisled stallion.  My own
wife's (sorry, ex-wife, now) jaw just about dropped to the ground when I
took her horseback riding for the first time on our family farm, and she
saw that huge cock dropped down as the horse was dozing by the gate.

It was actually kind of a funny memory, and I did my best to ask her in a
coy way whether she would ever be interested in fanticizing more after
seeing such a sight, and she quickly dismissed the idea - though she did
stare at that 18" long loaf of french bread for quite some time.  Later I
found out just what a prude she really was when we were at the zoo and
looking at the elephants.  It just so happens one of them was in quite an
amorous mood and mounted a young female, attempting to thrust away, and
spewing his wad all over the place.

Here I was getting hard and horny myself, and hoping that the same was
happening to my wife.  I've even heard of Valentines Day tours of the zoo
where you get to watch the animals breed.  Instead, I'm dragged off and
told that "thats just gross".  What the hell happened to the person who
screwed me like a rabbit when we were dating?

Anyway, the simple fact of the matter is, to me anyway, watching a male
animal mount and mate his "bitch" is one of the purest forms of sex I think
you can imagine.  Don't get me wrong.  Love is a great thing, and the right
moment can always be a wonderful experience.  But isn't sex in its purest,
animal, form what we're really all about?  Sure, old Tom or Sharon was a
good lay, but wasn't the best sex of your life with that psycho bitch from
hell that we've all had at least one experience with?  Why?  Because it was
sex at its down and dirtiest.  Pure, ANIMAL sex!  The person who pulled
your hair, smacked your ass, and rammed it right up your ass because thats
what HE wanted.  Chances are, you were covered in sweat and panting after
you had one of your best orgasms too.

Thats what I'm getting at.  There's a real allure to it, I think, but I may
be wrong (I mean, why am I writing these stories if not to entice people as
to the experience?).  Some of us are just into it, because unusual
circumstances in our youth exposed us to it.  And it was so powerful, so
compelling, that it follows us all our lives.  After all, there are a
thousand fetishes out there.  All were some sort of experience that had a
sexual component to it, usually when we were growing up, whether it was
shoes, women's clothes, or FUR.

I've always had dogs - big dogs - when I was growing up and reaching
adulthood.  Leave the foo foo, painted toenail midgets to your
grandmothers.  I was lucky to have two big, beautiful golden retrievers
that taught me a lot about the fun and freedom of growing up, as well as
about sex, when I was a teenager.  And the instinct that takes over is the
same when your best buddy has mounted you for the first time as it is when
you see some stray dogs screwing in the alley.

And after it happens the first time, you want it over and over again.  You
go looking for it.  How lucky were your circumstances the first time you
pulled it off?  I remember when I was in college, I was visiting a new
friend of mine while traveling home for the summer.  I stopped off at his
folks house in Nashville, on the way home back to Georgia.  They had a
beautiful black lab named Tux, and I was drawn to him instantly.

The good thing about good friends, and their families as well, is that
almost everyone will tell you to make yourself at home once you stop over.
I was fortunate to have the invitation to stay for a couple of days in an
incredible house.  Very modern, two story, with glass and tile floors
everywhere, and a great pool in the back.  It doesn't take long for
everyone to learn that you're a dog person when you show up - especially
the dog.  They always seem to gravitate towards you (with all your
encouragement, of course).  When I showed up that first night, I was
treated to a great homecooked meal with Neal's folks.  Afterwards, the two
of us took a swim in the pool with their very playful water dog, Tux (Labs
and Goldens are just natural water dogs), and we had a great swim as we
downed a few cervezas.

After we dried off, we kind of chilled out in the family room having
another beer when his folks came in to say goodnight.  We had really hit it
off, so it was nice to hear they pretty much gave me an open invitation to
stay as long as I wanted.  I could come and go as I pleased, and they gave
me a key and the alarm code too.  Neal said to stick around and go for it,
and relax a bit before I had to head back home.  Literally, everybody was
gone the next morning off to work, and I was alone in this great house -
all to myself.  Alone with Tux that is.

Its not like I was scheming from the minute I woke up.  Far from it.  I
slept in, and after getting up and stretching, decided to go for a swim
again.  There was Tux, ready to hit the back yard for a rousing game of
fetch in the pool.  He was a gorgeous Lab - young (about 4 or 5 by my best
guess) with a shiny short black coat with a small spot of white on his
chest.  Hence the name Tux.  And he was very athletic looking.  Perfect
shape, almost like the college jock.

Anyway, it was a good morning workout for the both of us.  He got lots of
exercise jumping in the water after the tennis balls and I was swimming
under water the lenght of the pool while he raced along the edge barking at
me.  Finally, as I came up at the deep end of the pool and rested, there
was Tux standing above me, grinning and wagging that tail.  And as I looked
up, pretty much for the first time, I noticed those big balls of his
swinging down low, all moist and shiny, attached to a mighty impressive
crank as well.

Well, knowing we were alone, I just had to reach up and stroke him and cup
those balls of his, as carefully as I do my own.  Now Tux knew we were
already fast friends, but boy he never thought he'd get this lucky.  He was
awfully attentive and still as I rolled those eggs of his in their sack,
and then started slowly jacking on him as well.  Boy, he started hunching
over right away, stabbing at air.

Of course, here I was, still in the water hanging on the edge of the deep
end of the pool, getting hard.  I decided I needed to head to the shower
pretty quick to soap up and take care of business, and Tux was right behind
me bounding into the house.

Like I said, this was a beautiful, kind of modern house.  Even the guest
wing must've been some sort of second master bedroom, with a large dressing
room and mirrors everywhere.  As I stood in front of the sink and took my
swimsuit off, I glanced in the mirror and there was Tux, sitting perfectly
square just watching me and wagging that tail.  I'm sprouting wood and
ready to just lotion right up there and jack off in the mirror, and he's
just grinning at me telling me there's more to come.

Well, I call him on over all right, not really knowing what he'll do.  Of
course, that was all the invitation he needed.  He bounded right on over
and proceeded to stick that cold wet nose of his right up the crack of my
ass.  Whoa!  I had no idea this was going to transpire when I got up this
morning.  God, I just had to lean over the counter with my balls on the
cool marble counter top, while this great lab starts licking my ballsack
and the crack of my ass.  What a sensation!  I'm almost laying my head on
its side on that same countertop, while someone else is doing all the work
and licking me into a frenzy, desperately ready to start pounding my own
cock.

Then Tux decides he really wants some, and jumps up trying to mount me.
He's pumpin' away jacking on my ass cheeks, but nowhere close given my
position just sort of hanging on to this bathroom cabinet.  And boy he
doesn't want to give up.  He's thinkin' "he's my man!" and I'm thinkin'
"thats my boy!".

I can't take much more of this, or we're both gonna get blue balls, so I
stand up and push 'ole Tux down, who is nowhere near ready to be done
"playing" yet.  As I said, this was a generous sized dressing area with big
mirrors on the sliding closet doors, so I thought to myself that this was
going to be the best view I ever got of the action.

I got down on that carpeted floor on my hands and knees, with a full length
mirror at my side, and Tux was on me again like a dog posessed.  God, there
is just no way to describe the incredible heightened sexuality, the pure
raw sexuality, of a big male dog mounting you from behind.

In many cases I've been with different dogs, sometimes there is no way to
entice them to mount you and jump up on your back.  There's a confusion
because you're almost too close to them, friend wise, and they think its
nothing but play, and they never make the connection to get on up there and
"make a connection".  It can be frustrating to say the least.

But Tux needed no help from me.  Whether they used him for breeding or not,
or whether he already had this sort of experience from someone else playing
with him, he knew what he wanted and he knew what to do.  I took his full
weight of 75 lbs. square in my back as he wrapped those front paws around
my waist and inner thighs and pulled me in tight.  That muscular dog was
pumping up and down on me and was not going to let go until he got what he
came for.

I had been in this position before and it is indescribable, though I'm
doing my best to let you know how powerful of a sensation it is.  That
slick red poker of his is stabbing the back of my ballsack all over, while
I'm already ready to start shooting like a sprinkler from the anticipation.
He's panting and drooling on the back of my neck going after one thing
only, my ass!

I've been here before, and I'm lucky I know how to control the situation,
though its hard to sometimes when everything is seemingly spinning so fast
from the pounding you're getting.  I lean forward a bit and BAM, Tux drives
it home in one monsterous shot.  Every dog can be different in their own
excitability of mating, but most are almost in a panic to screw you until
even they are seeing spots before their eyes.

If you thought he was a blur of pistoning hips jacking me in and out, you
ain't seen nothin' yet after they're in and have hit their mark.  Once
they're in, they don't wanna come back out until they've come, and so they
lean forward even more, mashing those hips in you in tighter and tighter
strokes, as they're desperately trying to tie with you.  And make no
mistake, they want to tie with you.  If he's buried into you to the hilt,
that knot can spring forth while he's in you and not on an outstroke, and
then, by God, you can feel the pain of your life as your ass is stretched
to portions you wouldn't believe.

As I said, I've been there before, and I kind of know how to control the
moment and keep him from tying with me (though some of you may want that
exactly).  I just love the incredible sensation of the ass pounding I get.
I find that by leaning far forward, he can't tie with you and just keeps on
pounding away on you in his desperate attempt to pull you close enough in
to lock you up with that monster knot they all invariably have.  A lot of
times I find that I can keep a session going on over and over again as he
mounts you repeatedly, rapidly reaming you out as his cock grows in size
and he slams it home over and over again.

Tux, I know, is coming all over the place, as he's ramming it in me, though
its not the slow long come he may want.  He's in a frenzy as he's driving
it in my ass and trying to practically climb up on my back.  Man, I'm dizzy
and loving watching all this in the mirror right next to me, as his head is
not over my shoulder as he's pulling me in close.  I can't stand it anymore
and slump to the ground, rolling over on my back and jacking my own rock
hard cock in my hand as I start to spew all over my chest and even some on
the mirror.  Tux is now standing over me with that monster red cock of his
now fully engorged, stabbing at the air not a foot from my face, trying to
finish what he started, with clear come squirting out the end.  I happily
oblige him by grabbing his cock with my one hand as I've got my own in my
other, and he's spewing spooge all over my hand and chest.  Finally, even
Tux is worn out, and we both lie there in a heap on the floor for god knows
how long.

Ever interested in what comes next, good ole Tux hops up and licks me
clean, from my dick and balls to my chest and face.  I'm panting like I'll
never catch my breath.  I had to have cum three times my normal amount, the
tension and sensations were so high.  I'm almost weak in the legs as I get
up to finally go clean off in the shower, where I must have stayed for half
an hour just leaning against the wall.  Woof!  I never would have thought
something like that would have come together that morning.  When I got out,
Tux was happily curled up in a ball and licking himself as I came in the
dressing room.

I had a little cleaning up to do, but I took my friends advice and stayed
for another couple of days before heading back home for the summer.  Man, I
love Nashville.  Man, I loved that dog.

If you enjoyed this, please let me know.  We all dig the feedback.  And it
keeps us writing for the future.