Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 15:22:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: kiokomo2002@mailcity.com
Subject: Getting Started

I was probably 13 or 14 when I first really began to explore myself
sexually.  Like most kids my age, I was big into sports, exploring on our
family ranch, and playing with our faithful family dogs.

We had 2 golden retrievers, both males and neither was fixed.  Shasta was
the older one, with long flowing hair, and was a truly gorgeous animal.
Buddy was the younger and more playful one, almost blonde, and truly a stud
dog.  He was however, submissive to Shasta, and unfortunately, dumb as a
rock.

When I'd come home from school, the dogs got very excited, and we'd romp
and play and roll on the floor.  Normally I had the house to my self for
several hours before our folks got home, and it was the dogs who really
first got me interested in sex.  My room upstairs was the old master
bedroom, so it was big, with plenty of space for things to develop.

One day after getting home the dogs were particularly playful.  After
rolling around on the bedroom floor in play the dogs started jumping on
each other - and I mean that they were mounting each other.  While Buddy
did his best to jump on Shasta, Shasta was the older and more dominant dog,
and he would have none of it.  Normally, it was Shasta who mounted Buddy,
and being the more submissive and younger dog, he would let him hump away.

Of course, this soon became very exciting for me as well, watching these 2
great dogs act as if they were having sex right in front of me.  It didn't
take long for me to strip down to my tightie whities and start pounding
away on my young cock.  Since they never actually "hit the mark" with each
other, usually the humping stopped pretty quickly.  To keep them in the
mood, I started joining in the sessions, usually jacking off Shasta to get
him to pumping in my hand.  This was all very exciting to me.  He would
stand very still at first as I started massaging his sheath and rolling his
balls in my hands.  But once I started jacking on him, he started humping
away, and would usually try to jump on Buddy right away.  By then, I would
sit back and pound away on myself until I came, and I was surprised both
dogs would lick me all up.

You can well imagine how things just started progressing from there.  One
or both dogs eagerly licking me all over my cock and balls, the inside of
my thighs, and all over my lean young stomach and chest.  Soon it became
almost a game for them when I got home.  We'd go upstairs and they'd
practically jump on me till I took off all my clothes.  I'd play with
myself while they licked me into a frenzy, then they'd get a treat and
clean me up.  It was perfect.  No coming in a sock or something, or jacking
off in the shower.

I tried on several occassions to see if they would actually suck my cock,
trying to get them to take it in there mouth and kind of fucking them for a
few short strokes, but it never really worked.  So I concentrated on
jacking them off.  I actually discovered a neat trick while helping them to
come completely that I still use to this day.  I know I like to be all
slicked up when I'm pounding myself, so I take a thin sandwich bag and put
some baby oil in it.  I can stay all lubed up while stroking myself and
then catch all my come so there is nothing to clean up.  While I can take
eating a little of my own come, I've never (or rarely) drank the whole
couple of teaspoons.

Anyway, back to the dogs.  What I did was start jacking them off till that
slick red meat came sliding out and growing in size.  I figured my
ungreased hand is hard on me, so its probably hard on them as well.  So I
lubed up a bag and put it over their cranks and let them hump away.  Thats
when I discovered the infamous dog knot, so the dogs are actually tied
together while breeding.  It was amazing to me that their cocks could grow
so big, and the knots were almost scary.  Of course my cock triples in size
to about 6+ inches, so it was just fascinating watching something elses do
the same.  I'd hold that bag on his cock and let him pump away until that
knot had swelled to unbelievable proportions and he'd practically fill that
bag up when he came.  I always worried that I might get caught, so I was
always real careful to listen to anybody coming home.  As it took sometimes
10 minutes or more for Buddy or Shastas cock to go back down and retreat
back into their sheaths, I never wanted someone to come home and have the
normally overly friendly dogs more interested in licking their hard cocks
than saying hello.  That careful preparation has served me well into my
30's, now that I'm married and settled down.

I suppose it didn't take long for me to be interested in seeing what it
would be like to be mounted by Buddy or Shasta.  As I mentioned, Buddy, god
love him, was kindof like Jethro from the Beverly Hillbillies - built solid
as a rock, but dumb as a bag of rocks, and always with this big goofy grin.
The kind of dog it was easy to wrestle in the raw with.  To this day, I
love sex on some sort of furry rug.  But here I was in my youthful,
experimental days, rolling around and getting hard playing with my dogs.
But Buddy never quite got the same interest in mounting me as I found out
Shasta did.  Maybe it was just his youthful inexperience as well.  When he
started getting more in the way as our sessions progressed, I had to just
put him out in the hall while I stayed with Shasta.

I'll admit one time I tried seeing what those great dog cocks tasted like.
After rolling around and playing, jacking everybody off, I rolled Buddy
over on his back before his cock retreated.  I was very hesitant in
actually licking his cock and then taking it into my mouth.  Though slick
and kind of salty, it was like taking in some sort of rubber dong in my
mouth.  Sorry to let you down, but I never got into that.

With 2 dogs in the room, Shasta was the older, more experienced one, and
far more interested in trying to mount me when I got on my hands and knees.
Of course Buddy thought it was just a big wrestling match and kept on
getting in our way.  It did sort of add to the excitement when you think
you're about to be mounted and then everyone is knocked over into a pile
again.  It built the anticipation like you can't imagine.  But I finally
had to toss Buddy out of the room.  Before I could even turn around and
drop back on my hands and knees Shasta was jumping on me and trying to
mount me.

I can't describe why but this is like a feeling of no other.  The raw
sexual power and nature of a dog, or any animal, trying to mate - totally
fixated on just one thing - making that connection and pumping away until
they've bred whatever they're trying to breed.

Immediately upon dropping to the ground Shasta was on my back, not
hesitating one bit.  He wrapped those front paws tight around my waist, his
claws digging into my inner thighs as he pulled himself closer.  His head
and panting breath were breathing hard on one side of my head or the other,
almost into my ear, further adding to my sexual excitement and the
sensation.  In truth, I was glad the angle of my ass was different from
that of breeding a bitch.  I was coming right there all over the place as
his hot red poker stabbed at me over and over again, as he desperately
tried to find his mark.  He was aiming a bit too low, and his cock was
jabbing at me over and over again against my swinging balls.  This was just
too much as I came all over the floor, with this muscular furry dog
feverishly pumping to find my ass, his hips were just a nonstop piston.

Unfortunately for Shasta, after I came I didn't want to get poked in the
ass.  But we kind of did it over and over again, with him mounting me as I
crawled around the room.  I finally rolled over and gave him the best
jacking he had ever had.  Coming kind of changes everything, and we both
lost interest soon after.  At least until the next day.

Again, I just let Shasta in the room after we had all got worked up and
played together.  I even mounted both Buddy and Shasta as if I were trying
to screw them, rubbing the base of my swollen shaft along the tops of their
tales.  But today I was going to see if I could actually take it.  I put
Buddy out of the room after I gave him a good jacking.  Shasta wasn't as
interested in me today, as far as just jumping on me and trying to screw
me.  I had to really pump away at his sheath to let him know what was in
store, and once he started humping the air I'd start crawling away from him
on my hands and knees.  There's something special to the sensation of raw
animal sex.  Acting like you're trying to almost get away from them, and
then they catch you and mount you.  I know for a fact my cock had to have
been almost a inch longer - it was as hard as a steel rod.  This time as I
crawled across the room he mounted me just as I was kindof crawling up a
bean bag chair, so my ass was lower than the rest of my body.  Now this was
the angle Shasta needed, and as he pulled me in closer to him tight with
his front paws, his cock hit my ass.  I'll tell you my eyes nearly bugged
out of my head as he jammed in his slick red pole into my virgin ass.  Once
he hit that mark, he was like a dog possessed, as he started ramming me
faster and faster, like I was trying to get away.  I was almost dizzy from
this ass pounding, my own cock spewing like a fountain from coming.
Fortunately, I knew enough to put my hand back there, and I kept Shasta
from burying himself so deeply in me that his knot would form and tie us
together.  This thing was the size of a racquet ball when swollen, and I
knew I couldn't take it.  I caught him on an outstroke just as I felt it
growing and growing, and I collapsed on the bean bag.  Shasta was humping
air like no tomorrow, and I let him fuck my hand till he came like I'd
never seen him before.

I was sure this was something we would do over and over again, and we did.
If you liked my story, true by the way, then write me and tell me how it
compares to some of your own.  I'm sure, as I have the time and my wife's
away on vacation, I'll write to tell you more of my growing love of dogs.
kiokomo2002@yahoo.com