Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 16:04:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan M <farmlandbb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Watched

     If you come from a farm, and that farm is in the
South, and you have a Southern accent, you sometimes
get teased about how you must have a lot of sexual
experience because you had access to all those cows,
or all those sheep, etc.  Apparently statistics
indicate that a lot of farm boys experiment with
animals and fuck the hell out of the their dad's dairy
cows, or mares, or something.
     Well, I never did.  For me it was dogs and they
were male. I never fucked a single animal, but several
of the dogs we had after I was twelve but before I was
15 considered me a piece of enthusiastic snatch
because they had fucked me.  There was a kind of
crisis when I discovered boys - and they discovered
me.  I was really hotted up about having sex with
other boys.  So much so that I kinda gave up on dogs
but the dogs hadn't forgotten me. In the summer, if I
appeared in shorts, it could get embarrassing, because
they clearly had expectations of me. This took some
explaining on a couple of occasions.  In the odd
emergency when I needed something hard and pumping up
my ass, I still let one of our dogs knock off a piece,
but mostly it was other guys on the baseball team, or
a couple of guys in my class.
     To save face I would make guys get me drunk and I
would end up without my pants, doing things that I
liked to do -or getting them done to me.  But one of
my friends, Ned, actually put the zoo moves on me.  He
noticed how much I loved taking it up my ass, so then
he started hinting around about other ways of getting
your mansnatch banged that were a lot of fun, too.
First it was cucumbers, then dildos. After my playing
willing but innocent for a few weeks, he "introduced"
me to putting out for dogs, which I pretended to be
shocked by, but wasn't.  Since I was a respected
member of the team, and of our church, he was a bit
nervous about suggesting it to me, and I was a jerk
and pretended to be shocked and horrified.  In the
end, tho, I sucked off his dog while he watched and
took a load to indicate we were still friends. This
then happened quite a bit.

Today I am home from college for Spring break. It is
really warm, in the 70s, and it is raining lightly.  I
feel really sexed up.  I am needing it badly.  But
none of my High School sex partner friends are home
from college cuz their breaks are at different times
than my college. So you know what I am thinkn about.
I  am feeln the need, pretty fierce, really.  I try to
resist, but every day it gets stronger. We have a
really nice German Shephard, who I have been with a
couple of times. We got him as a puppy about three
years ago. He is massive, very furry and has dark
black and dark brown fur. Sort of woolly.  I am
completely smooth, with long legs, dark blond hair and
a flat stomach.  So we are kinda contrasted.  Which is
nice.  His name is Hooker, cuz Dad likes to name his
dogs after Civil War generals, even Northern Generals.
 Dad just likes the Civil War. However, its me that's
the hooker here.
      I strip and take a shower and get real clean.  I
put on a pair of boxer swim trunks, an old dress shirt
which I leave unbuttoned, and some flip flops. I put
on my high school's team baseball cap and head out of
the house towards the barn. I doubt that what I am
about to do would bring "honor and glory" to my team
or my high school, but by damm I am so horny I could
sit on a fire hydrant.  Hooker will be a hell of a lot
more fun, I think. As I get near the horse barn I
start whistling for Hooker.  Of course, all the other
dogs come running up.  Fortunately, I have this really
pervy idea.  I want to be watched while I am being
taken by Hooker.  Of course, not by anybody in my
family, but I want to be watched.  So I have decided
on the horse barn. I sometimes have fantasies about
being done by a horse, but thats way too scary.  But
an audience, that they would be good for.
      Fortunately everybody is away for the day, and
won't be back until about 4:00 or later, which gives
me a good 3 hours or more.  I take Hooker into the
horse barn and close the gate, leaving the other dogs
outside.  We have a little apartment out there, so I
take Hooker in and wash him up, rubbing my legs and
naked belly up against him, rippling my pack and just
getting all sensual.  I start kissing him.  I blow dry
him with an industrial strength hair dryer of my
sister's.  I will, of course drain him with an
industrial strength blow job from me, or maybe a fuck,
but certainly some cock/mouth action.
      I have read some hot stories on the Nifty
archive. There is one guy in Kentucky who seems cool,
and he pointed out that dogs don't care about sexy
clothes.  So I step out of my swim trunks as we exit
the apartment. Gettn down to busines. Hooker and I are
on a concrete pad surrounded by 5 horse stalls and one
containing a donkey.  I put some feed in each stall,
so the horses start coming into the barn.
      Time for business.  I lean over a railing, pull
my shirt up, and inject some lube.  A whole LOT of
lube.  Then I squat in front of Hooker.  I bury my
face in his muzzle and start licking.  He pulls back
and makes a kind of grunting noise.  I stand up and
put my hard-on right in front of him.  He immediately
starts licking it. He may remember how things went
last summer and before.  I get all groany and happy
and start leaking. I am a massive pre-cummer, quarts
and quarts, so he is lickn away with enthusiasm.  I
carefully start to lean back to spread my legs and let
him have at me when I remember that I forgot to spread
some horse blankets on the concrete pad. What a bitch.
The pad is colder than fuck and not comfy at all.
SHIT. I get up and walk stiff legged over to the tack
area and pull down some blankets.  Hooker is annoyed,
and follows me over. He thrusts his muzzle between my
cheeks and woofs.  I thrust my cheeks right back and
moan.
    I manage to get my blankets on the ground. I lie
back and present my bat and balls. Hooker goes to
town. I am moaning and writhing around, my legs kickn
and my ass sliding all over.  I get up and "take it up
a notch". I lean under Hooker and start fondling him.
When his cock appears I make a dive for it and start
sucking like I hadn't had any in years.  I tongue it,
bob my head, and try to throat the thing.  I pull off
cuz I like the slurpy sounds, then dive back on.  He
is getting all excited.  Time for the main event.
     I back off, turn around, and present my ass. I
look over my shoulder and say "Up boy, Up".  He seems
to know what to do.  He mounts me and starts pushing.
I put it where it belongs and he is in me.  Damm its a
pound, and I keep trying to crawl forward.  He has me
clasped and I am goin  nowhere.  Suddenly I feel it
swelling. I clamp my ass to keep it inside, if I can,
and he keeps pushing. The pain is excruciating, but I
am aware that the horses are all watching this event
and I try to focus on how sexy that is.  I think about
performing for gay guys and get harder.  Then he's
finished pumping and we have to wait.  I have cum so
hard that when we kinda topple over it's sticky and
gooy all over my lower body.  When Hook pulls out of
me, I put some fingers in and give myself a finger
fuck.  Sloppy.  Still, I feel satiated.  Damm fine. My
ass will probably need a couple of day's recovery
period, but if I can find another time before I leave,
Hooker gets a blow job at least.
    I stand up, just wearing my shirt, cuz my cap had
come off during the hump.  I pick it up, put it on my
head, retrieve my trunks. I decide not to put them on,
but walk back to the house carrying them.
    Ned is due back next week. Maybe if I call he and
I can overlap.  He has some fine dogs, and we could
get some action going, if possible.