Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2007 01:32:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Jamie Whatnot <jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com> Subject: Life With Bruno 1 First the boring but necessary stuff... This is a story that contains sexual contact between a youth and animal. If this is not your thing, or if it is illegal to read this where you are, then turn back now. All constructive comments and/or suggestions are welcome but please keep your bigotry to yourself - your computer probably has an off-switch and nobody forced you to look at nifty.org. Thank you. Life with Bruno (Gay/Youth/Bestiality) By Jamie Whatnot email: jamiewhatnot388@yahoo.com Copyright 2007 Jamie Whatnot. Copyright of this work remains with the author. IT wasn't much fun growing up without any brothers or sisters. Friends were a bit thin on the ground too because I was into my books and Anime, and all the guys from school seemed to be obsessed with football and girls. I suppose you could say I was a bit of a geek. Even at 14 I knew I was gay - I'd spent too much time over the past three years sneaking peeks at classmates in the changing rooms and then running home and playing with my stiff cock til it was red raw. When I realised that this activity resulted in a sticky load over my hand and the best feeling ever throughout my body, I couldn't have been happier and just resigned to do it more and more. It was a Saturday morning in the summer when things took an unusual turn. I was downstairs sprawled on the sofa watching TV. My mum and dad had gone to my Gran's to visit and wouldn't be back until later that evening. As usual when home alone, I had my hand down the front of my shorts, playing idly with my balls and the thickening tube above. At that stage it wasn't a full-blown wank or anything, I wasn't even concentrating on it much, but it still felt really good and soon the motions were becoming faster and more deliberate as I watched my favourite boy band prancing about sexily on the screen in front of me. In the corner of the living room, our dopey lab, Bruno, was watching me curiously from his basket. Every now and then he'd yawn and lick his nuts (his favourite thing to do in company) and then go back to staring at me. Usually I loved my three- year-old mutt, but this week he was in my bad books for taking a crap in the kitchen, which mum had then made me clean up. "What you looking at, Freak?" I asked. Bruno's ears pricked up and his tail gave a little wag in recognition. For a moment I debated about taking my hard-on upstairs to my room but no-one ever dropped by unexpectedly and if mum and dad came home early then I'd hear the car on the gravel outside long before they got to the house. Straightening out on the sofa, I lifted my bum and pulled my shorts down just a little so that my hard cock and balls popped out over the waistband. I'd been quite impressed with the way my cock had grown over the past year and it was now a healthy 5" hard, with a small, dark bush at its base. The head seemed enormous in comparison to the shaft, but I knew from my frequent peeking at school and from gay stuff I'd found on the net that they came in all shapes and sizes. So, there I was laying in our living room, stiff cock in hand and having a great time. From his bed, Bruno watched intently. It wasn't the first time he'd seen me wank one off - he often slept in my room at night and was used to watching me tugging my cock. This day, obviously, Bruno decided he wanted a closer look. I had my eyes closed, fantasising about Eric Freeman, a boy in my class, when I suddenly felt a wet movement on the head of my cock that I wasn't generating. "What the fu...? BRUNO, NO!!" I screamed, as I opened my eyes just in time to see my dog, brown, fuzzy face coming in for another lick. I sat bolt upright and pushed him away. "Bruno - BED!" Bruno's shoulders sunk and padded off back to his bed, looking thoroughly dejected. However, there must have been something about the aroma of boy cock that my pervy pooch must have found appealing because as he curled up, I noticed that his own hard cock had slipped from its sheath and was now getting a good licking. As my hand went back to work, I couldn't take my eyes off Bruno's erection. Of course I'd seen it before, he was hard just about as often as I was, but I'd never gotten a close-up look at it. Suddenly, I remembered the sensation of Bruno's rough tongue on my cock head and, as the sex-urge took over, I felt all inhibitions drain away. "Bruno... here boy!" I called. Immediately, Bruno stopped tonguing his cock and sauntered over. "Good boy." I said. "I'm sorry I shouted." Bruno went to lick my face but I stopped him. "I've got something better for you to lick, boy." I whispered, and pushed his head gently down the length of my body. Bruno decided to increase his vantage point and put both paws up on the sofa so that his nose was directly in my slightly sweaty crotch. This was lucky for me because it meant that I had a clear view of his meat from less that two feet away. It was entirely different to mine - very long and pointed at the end, and glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the patio windows. Cautiously I reached out and underneath him, my finger running along the length, savouring every lump and bump of this weird, canine penis. Suddenly Bruno went berserk, licking and lapping at my balls and cock and sticking his nose right into the moist gap between my legs. With my free hand, I continued pumping at my cock, already feeling the orgasm building in my balls. A big gob of pre-cum popped out of the slit but it was only there for a split second before getting vacuumed up by my out-of-control dog. By this time my hand was going to work on Bruno's cock too. I didn't know exactly what I was doing under there, so I simply replicated what I usually did to myself. He seemed to be enjoying it, so I just carried on, giving his furry ball sac a stroke occasionally too. Now I'd been wanking since I was 11, but I was unprepared for the intensity of the orgasm delivered at the hands - or rather tongue - of my pet. My entire body convulsed as the combined stimulation of my hand and Bruno's tongue completed the job. I shot stream after stream of warm cum into my dog's mouth and he lapped every drop of it down and still tried to lick more out of the end of my twitching cock! Bruno didn't get to cum that time, despite seeming to have a hard-on for the rest of the afternoon. Fortunately, it had subsided by the time mum and dad got home. At about 9pm, I was sitting at my computer in my room when there was knock at the door. when it opened, my dad was standing there, holding Bruno by the collar. "He's whining and being a general pain downstairs," dad said. "Something's bothering him - let him stay in here with you tonight." I looked at Bruno and I could have sworn he smiled at me. "Aaaawww... Bruno!" I said as dad closed the door and the dog put both paws up in my lap. "Let's get you settled then... Maybe a warm, milky drink?" To be continued...(?) If you would like to be added to a BLIND mailing list (ie, nobody gets to see your address) for possible subsequent chapters of this story and my others, please email me.