Date: Mon, 06 Aug 2012 00:55:26 -0700
From: timmymarsh@hushmail.com
Subject: Jacking Champ

The characters and events in this story are completely fictional. This is
just a story from fantasy and nothing more.

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My wife had just left for the store to get a few things for dinner. I was
sitting at the computer desk, in the living room, when I heard the rhythmic
ruffling of clothing. I looked to the couch and saw our little pug dog,
Champ, humping the right leg of my son's jeans. Davey, my son, didn't stop
Champ from humping; he just watched the small male dog get worked up.

"Dad?" Davey said, not taking his eyes off of the dog. "Is he doing, what I
think he's doing?"

My dick started to grow as I turned in my chair to answer my boy. "Oh
yeah!" I answered, "Looks like he's having some real fun." I smiled at my
eleven year old son as he watched the family pet 'go to town'.

Davey's curious eyes stayed on our dog, and he leaned forward a bit to get
a better look. "Will stuff come out of his dick?"

"Yeah." I replied. I recalled my 'talk' with Davey a few months ago as I
told him about how 'stuff' comes out of a man's dick when he masturbates
long enough. I remember getting so turned on as I allowed my son to ask any
sex question that he wanted. And I recall the thick jets of cum that shot
out of my hardon as I gave my boy an example of what cum looks like.

I gulped before saying, "He'll probably shoot cum."

Davey's eyes were wide and fixated on Champ, as he humped faster against
his pant leg. Champ's breathing was erratic and grunted as he snorted quick
breaths through his little pug nose.

I got up from my chair and walked to kneel on the floor next to the
couch. I had to keep bent so that my boner didn't show. My son glanced at
me quickly, flashing a nervous smile.

"If you want to let him finish," I suggested, "We can wash your pants,
after he cums."

Davey's eyes went back to the dog on his leg and he nodded his head
quickly. "Okay." Davey gently placed a hand on Champ's head as he lifted
his leg against the humping dog.

My jaw dropped a little, as I watched Champ's little rear-end, roll into
each hump against my son's jeans. I felt waves of excitement run through me
as I watched my son's fingers gently caress our dog while holding him in
place. Champ was moving super-fast and his thrusts became more like spasms,
than humps.

My dick was fully erect as I realized that my son was probably as turned on
by bestiality as I am.

I stroked my hand along the little dog's back saying, "Good boy."

"You like watching him too?" Davey asked, in a nervous breath.

"Yep." I answered, with a smile, "I like...animal stuff."

"Me too." My son agreed, looking at me with wide eyes. "I like how he moves
when he does it." Davey added, nodding at the dog.

"I know." I agreed, trying to sound less nervous. "It makes my dick hard."
I added, in a tone that was much weaker than I expected.

My son gasped and his eyes darted to look at me. "Mine too." He breathed.

I grabbed at the crotch of my pants, rubbing my hardon and making sure that
Davey could see it. I saw my boy's wide and surprised eyes look from me and
then to the dog on his leg. It only took a few seconds for Davey to begin
pawing at his own little hardon.

I got up, letting my cock poke a tent out of my pants and went to peek out
of the curtains of the front window. "I'm making sure your mom doesn't
catch us doing this." I said.

When I was sure that the coast was clear, I went back to kneeling beside my
son's legs. "I want to show you something." I said. I picked up the dog,
liking how his little furry pelvis still humped the air.

"That's what his dick looks like." I said, holding Champ's underside toward
Davey.

"Whoa." Davey gasped, moving in closer to Champ's thrusting into the
air. "It's all red." Davey breathed as he examined the dog's twitching
crotch.

"Yeah," I replied, "It's like your dick, when you pull the skin back. It's
sensitive to him, but it feels good." I reached my hand around and pulled
at Champ's furry sheath, and immediately felt his body thrust harder
against my rubbing.

I noticed Davey's hand grabbing at the hard-on in his pants, and I knew
that he loved this. I removed my hand from Champ's cock and set the dog
down so that he was standing on the couch seat next to my son. As soon as I
let go of Champ's little body, his hips resumed thrusting into the air.

"You want to rub him?" I asked, showing my son a nervous smile.

I saw Davey gulp and then slowly move his hand under Champ. Davey pawed at
our dog's hardon until he found the right hold to jack him off. Champ's
body became rigid as he let Davey masturbate him. I loved hearing the
snorted breaths coming from the family pet, and I also loved that my son
was rubbing himself in unison.

Davey's face looked like he was in a stressed ecstasy, as he grabbed at his
dick through his jeans.

"Open your pants and take your dick out." I suggested. I immediately opened
my fly with amazing speed, and pulled down my boxers to let my dick pop
out.

Davey paused, but eventually used one hand to open his pants and pull his
dick through the slit in his boxers. "What if Mom comes home?"

I hopped up and ran to look out of the living room window again. "I'll keep
checking." When I saw that my wife still wasn't home, I went back to
kneeling next to the couch and jacking myself hard. Davey picked up the
pace on his own small hardon, and on the dog.

"Dad?" Davey asked, in a shaky voice. "Is this perverted?"

I saw my son's eyes on my own dick and felt a hot surge run through
me. "Yeah." I answered. "You shouldn't let people know about it because not
everyone likes animal stuff."

"Okay." Davey replied.

"Doesn't it feel like you're doing something wrong?" I asked.

"Yes." Davey responded, still stroking at a good pace. "It
feels...wrong. But it also feels really good, like when I see naked
people."

"It makes me hot like that too, son." I said, sounding nervous. "It's
alright, let it feel wrong, but let it feel good too."

I watched my boy's hand start jacking himself even harder and I copied his
speed.

"For some reason perverted stuff makes me feel good." I said. "Like jacking
off with you, sons and dads aren't supposed to do that together."

"Yeah, that's what Travis said." Davey replied.

"You told him about me jacking off in front of you?" I yelped, feeling a
jolt of fear run through me.

"No. I didn't say anything about that." Davey said, "But when he told me
about his dad having the sex talk with him, I asked if he got to see his
dad's cum, but he said it wouldn't be right for him to do that."

"Okay." I breathed, feeling relieved. "It will just be our secret."

"Alright." Davey smiled at me and then put more of his focus on jacking off
Champ, rather than his own dick. "Do you ever rub Champ like this?" Davey
asked.

"All the time," I replied, hearing the little dog's tiny grunts become
urgent yelps. "He's cumming."

Davey worked his pumping fingers on the pug's thrusting cock. I jacked
myself harder as I watched the small dog's back arch upward and his furry
hips convulse forward. Spurts of white dog semen shot onto the couch
cushions and Davey used both hands to hold the dog in place. Champ let out
a tiny squeal with every shudder from his orgasm into my son's hand and I
loved how my son watched, with a look of fascination.

As Champ's orgasmic thrusts lessened, he moved around the couch more,
turning his snout to lick his own dick. I reached out and guided my boy's
hand to pull our dog's erection in the reverse direction, to simulate the
knotting.

"This is how dogs have sex." I said. "The male dog turns around, pulling on
this knot, which milks his cum into the girl-dog's pussy. It feels good to
him."

"Wow." Davey replied. I could feel his fingers move to milk the dog's
hard-on.

After a minute, Davey let go of Champ's erection and we watched as the
little pug licked at his own cock.

"That was awesome." Davey said between barred teeth.

I watched Davey tense up and jut his pelvis out as he jacked himself off at
a fast speed.

I began rubbing myself as fast as Davey was and I asked him, "Do you ever
rub your dick until you're about ready to cum and then stop?"

Davey nodded his head to say `yes', but he kept up the pace on his dick.

"You should do that right now so I can show you something else that's
cool." I said, moving a bit closer to him.

I watched Davey rub his little erection for a minute before he quickly
removed his hand, leaving it there twitching for more. When Davey resumed
jacking off, his legs tensed up and his breathing was labored. It took
another minute for him to stop just before orgasm again. I loved watching
my son's young body twitch as he waited to start pleasuring himself
again. Finally, Davey was at the point where he would stop just before
igniting an orgasm, and then only need to rub himself with a single stroke
before stopping again. He was as close to orgasm as he could be.

"Good." I said to him, "Keep yourself where your almost going to cum, but
don't actually cum yet."

Davey nodded silently and I got up to look out of the front window
again. My wife wasn't home yet so I went into the kitchen and returned with
a jar of peanut butter. Champ stood up, at attention when he saw that I had
food. Davey gave me a questioning face, but I just told him to keep on
edging himself.

I watched my son jack himself with a single stroke and then quickly release
his cock, letting out a gasp. Davey went to rub himself again, but flinched
his hand away. It looked like a single movement would trigger my son's
orgasm, and that's where I wanted him.

I opened the jar of peanut butter and put a glob of it on my index
finger. Champ sat up, wagging his tail as I let him lick the peanut butter
on my finger. I let champ keep licking as I asked Davey, "Are you ready?"

Davey nodded in response and I moved my finger to dab some of the peanut
butter onto Davey's dick, just under the head.

Davey let out a high pitched `Oh!' as Champ's little tongue stimulated his
small cock into an orgasm. I watched my boy's hips buck forward as he held
the pug's licking mouth onto his spasming dick. Davey didn't stop letting
out a loud moan as the dog lapped his doggy tongue against his dick. When
Champ had licked up all of the peanut butter, I added more with my finger,
feeling Davey jolt in response.

Davey's hands held onto the dog's head as his young orgasm
subsided. Finally Davey's dick was too sensitive and he had to pull the
pug's mouth away. My son lay back against the couch, catching his breath
and looking completely satisfied.

"Did you like that?" I asked, as I furiously jacked my cock for my son to
see.

"Yeah," Davey said, "It was great! What other stuff do you do with Champ?"

I felt a hot charge run through me, making me rub my dick faster.

"Sometimes I get so turned on," I explained to my son, "that I just pick
Champ up and place him on my face. He humps his dick into my mouth and I
drink all of his cum."

I saw the surprised look on my boy's face, but he also appeared
interested. I was jacking myself hard, on the home stretch.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I dabbed a sloppy clump of peanut
butter onto my dick and pushed it into Champ's face. As soon as I felt that
little tongue licking the under side of my dick, I tensed up and let out
and uncontrollable groan. I held the back of the little pug's head as he
ignited my orgasm. I pressed my dick against the dog's lapping tongue and
felt jolts of pleasure as he moved to try to catch each thick rope of cum
that shot our of my cockhead. Every time the texture of Champ's tongue
slipped across the slit of my dick head, I felt a jolt of intense pain and
pleasure.

As the waves of my orgasm lessened, I pulled my dick away from Champ's
eager mouth, and moved to slowly milking the last bits of cum out with my
hand.

"I'm so glad we can do this stuff together now." I said to Davey, who was
looking at my dick.

"Yeah, this is cool!" Davey added, "Being perverted feels good."

"It sure does!" I agreed. "Let's do this a lot."

Davey smiled and nodded eagerly in agreement. I looked at the couch and
felt dread, knowing that we'd have to clean up and hopefully remove all
evidence of my cum being splashed everywhere. Davey and I used paper towels
and some upholstery cleaner to hurry up with the cleanup.

While we were cleaning Davey said, "I want to see what an elephant dick
looks like."

"Okay. I'll show you a video of an elephant cumming." I offered.

"Seriously?" Davey yelped, "You have a video like that?"

"Yep! But we'll have to wait for your mom to go to bed before I can show it
to you." I said, pulling another square from the paper towel roll. "But you
have to let me do something else perverted, if we're going to watch animal
videos."

"Like what?" Davey asked.

I paused, not sure if I should say it. Finally I just blurted out,
"Incest."

"Like...having sex with me?" Davey inquired.

I nodded in response, feeling bad for saying it in the first place. I heard
the car pull up in the driveway and we both jumped up to throw away all of
the paper towels into the kitchen trash can. We both sat back down in our
usual spots in the living room as we waited for my wife to come through the
front door.

"Dad?" Davey said.

"Yeah, Davey?" I asked.

"I'll do it with you." Davey said, just before the front door opened.

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