Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2017 21:21:36 -0700
From: Rottweiler Toilet <rottweilertoilet@gmail.com>
Subject: A Middle Schooler's Rottweiler

A Middle Schooler's Rottweiler

(m/dog) [Gay]: Bestiality

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fat, thick, stud dog.  Push back against those big animals humping into
you.  Enjoy.

If you're one of those lucky few that managed to open up nice and wide
enough for a big dog's slippery-wet and thick fat knot in your early
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"Uh!  Uh!  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhh-..."

I moaned, my voice breaking, squeaky.  I was twelve.  I looked down
between my legs and saw my inch-and-a-half and uncut soft cock dangling
there, helplessly being shaken back and forth as a big red fat dogcock
pistoned in and out of my tight young ass.  I had always been a little
small for my age, but here, on my bedroom on top of the bed underneath
the plastic glowing stars stuck to my ceiling, it didn't matter my size
or whether I could get hard.  I saw the dog's balls swinging wildly as he
humped, like two big plums swaying with the force of his thrusts.

"Yes!  Yah, yah, yeah, yeeeahhh...!"  my voice broke twice in that
cadence.

        "Mmmmmmmmmmm....!" I huffed, lovingly.

Whenever I was getting fucked by dogs, I couldn't get a boner.  It made
me feel like I had to go potty, actually, and when the knot was in, it
feels like you have to go pee.  But usually, nothing comes out until
after the dog's big red knot pops out of your butt.  The first time I did
it, I started peeing uncontrollably, and it made a mess everywhere.  But
I started getting better about it after a couple times we had sex.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"  I panted, inbetween moans.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh,
uh!"

The dog looming over me panted, drops of drool rolling down my cheek.  I
giggled as I heard him huff as he hungrily fucked me, jackhammer-speed
dog cock and swollen tennis-ball sized knot mashing fiercely against the
rim of my butt.  The initial penetration always hurt a little bit, but
having sex with dogs was so much fun that it was always worth it.  His
claws dug deep into my hips.  It hurt, and sometimes they'd break skin,
but today he was careful and just gave me some stripes, which I knew I
would go admire in the mirror later.  I had a couple of really light
scars on my baby fat, which always made me smile when I looked at them.

This stud dog was a Rottweiler.  Not my dog, but the neighbor's.  He was
really big!  Much bigger than me, and really heavy, so sometimes he was
hard to hold up against my small frame.  His name was Tank.  I thought it
was a goofy name, but I really liked him, and I knew he really liked me.
Playing with him was usually the best part of my day  -he was the first
dog cock I touched, and he was way big, like eight or nine inches, plus
his knot was really big!  In total, I think he was ten or eleven inches.


I was only two or three inches, even when hard, and I knew all my
classmates wanted to have a big penis, but I didn't really feel like I
needed mine when I was with Tank.  I had learned about sex from the
Internet, and stumbled upon some "beastiality" videos.  I started reading
dog books and using Google to look at dog penises and their balls.  I
thought Rottweilers were the best -they were really big and manly, with
big hips and a thick upper body.  I would see the diagrams of the boy
dogs on top of the girl dogs and wish that I could be the girl dog.  I
was fascinated.  The girl dogs were called bitches, but that was a bad
word, and I liked to call Tank my favorite boy dog and pretend I was his
girl dog.

"Ah, ah, ah!  Ah, ah, yes, ah, yes, thank, ah, you, Tank...!"

Tank was a solid 160-170 lb., a real lot heavier than me.  He was big,
even for a Rottweiler!  I did lots of reading about him in a pet owner
book I checked out from the library, but he was a lot bigger than his
other friends in the pictures.  I was a growing boy too, but was still
dwarfed by his size and frame.  He was always horny, and his owner wasn't
around very much, so sometimes I would go play after school.  My neighbor
wanted me to walk him sometimes, too, but usually we did a lot more than
that, and Tank always went home tired after hanging out with me, so I
knew I was doing a good job.

"Ugh!  Ugh, uhhh, uh, uh uh-" I moaned and grunted, straining against the
gradually growing knot.  It hurt a little bit, like always, but the more
dogcock I took, the easier it was each time.  Each thrust, it got the
tiniest bit deeper in.  Millimeter by millimeter, the dog stretched my
tight little rectum enough to slip in...

And then it popped in!

"Ow!  Owww... T-Tank..."  I groaned, reaching back.  He was firmly locked
in, and I felt around the rim of my butt and could only find a small,
sunken depression where my rectum closed tightly around the base of his
knot.  The hard tip of his fat cock felt like it was pressing against my
tummy, and he kept trying to fuck his knot deeper into me.  My butt felt
so full!

This was fuck number... number... no, I couldn't remember anyway.  I had
been having sex with Tank for a pretty long time, it probably started
around a year and a half ago.  I knew my first time was when I was ten,
and it was really, really painful, but I had always been fascinated with
boy dogs and the way their cocks and balls looked.  There was a little
blood my first time and I got really scared, but I waited two weeks and
tried it again and this time it was really nice and smooth, only dog
sperm came out afterwards.  I had been fondling Tank for weeks before the
first time he mounted me, and one thing led to another, and... well...

"Goo, uh, good, ugh, b-boy!"

I arched my back nice and high so that his dogcock could pump me full of
doggy sperm.  He panted, placing his heavy weight on me, and I scratched
his head, cooing at him for what a good boy he was.  My daddy was out of
town this weekend, and the neighbor wanted me to come feed him and walk
him, so it was the perfect opportunity to have him over as a playmate.
He throbbed and throbbed in me, and I could feel his sperm leak deep into
my butt, past my colon.  It was Friday evening, so I had a full weekend
to have lots of sex with him.  I was so excited!

I stayed there for about ten minutes, and then he began to shrink and get
antsy.  I gave a really hard push, but I made sure to put my head down
and look between my legs for when it popped out -I really liked watching
his cock pop out and then swing around, covered in his sperm and the
weird jelly-like stuff from my insides.  The first few times, he had
licked himself clean, but I started training him to let me suck him
clean, because I loved his doggy cum and kinda also liked the taste of
the slimy stuff just inside your butt.  Dog penises are really hard, and
they swing around a particular way after they pop out of your butt, which
I loved watching.  I wished I had a camera.  I had seen videos online and
wanted to make my own!

*pop*

"Owww!"

I squealed, then I quickly turned around and began licking up and down
his big shaft to clean him up.  Dog sperm is really earthy, a little
thin, but also kind of metallic-tasting, almost like pennies.  I couldn't
cum yet, so Tank's was the only sperm I could eat, and I really enjoyed
the taste.  I always wanted more, so sometimes I would finger myself and
lick it up afterwards, or squat over my hand and drink the sperm.  Tank
came a lot, and I usually cramped from the sheer amount, especially when
my butt was up so it would go really deep into my colon.  I kissed his
big balls and nuzzled his hindquarters as he licked my face.  My stomach
gurgled with dog fluids.

I started sucking on his floppy lips a little bit, and let him
tongue-bathe the inside of my mouth.  I actually really liked kissing
dogs, and didn't mind dog breath, and Tank was the first and best kisser
I had ever come across in my young twelve years.  Rottweilers have really
big jowls, which for whatever bizarre reason I was attracted to at an
early age.  I spent a couple minutes just sucking on his lips and letting
him eat out my mouth.

After that, I hopped off the bed and got a hand towel to clean up what
seed had spilled out.  I wiped what were the remains of my butt and threw
the towel into one of my shelves.  I had a designated towel for any
messes made while having sex, and it was crusty with old dog cum, a
little drool, a streak of brown here or there.  I ushered him into the
living room, where we watched TV naked for a bit, and then he pressed his
snout into my butt, giving me a couple of electric licks slipping just
inside me!

"Wh-whoa, boy, aaah...!" I squeaked, surprised.

Tank was insatiable!  I'd already had him over a few times before, and
unlike most dogs that I would later learn about, he was actually capable
of fucking me four or five times a day.  I pet him and lifted my legs
high above my head against the couch, and he placed his front paws up at
my sides, so that we were approximately in the missionary position, with
his hindquarters planted firmly on the ground, pressing me deeper into
the couch.

His cock was already growing in size when he angled it with precision
against my tiny butt, stuffing it balls deep in one thrust.  I squeaked
hoarsely in surprise and started pushing out really hard to reduce the
pain, but the first thrust of a big dog is always a little difficult.  He
began humping me hard, and I reached down and spread my cheeks nice and
wide to give him better access to my butt.

*huff huff huff*

"Ah, ah, ah-..." I quietly mewed, getting into our fuck.

I looked at the ceiling and thought about how weird it was that I was
willingly spreading my young cheeks apart for a big, manly dog to fuck
them.  I thought about how weird it was that I had seven inches of
dogcock in my rectum, and how weird it was that in ten minutes, the tip
of his shaft would be firmly embedded in my colon, spewing cum into my
small intestines.  All the while, Tank was fucking me madly, drooling all
over my chest, with some saliva strands hitting the bottom of my chin.
My eyes glazed over and I shut them, focusing on the feeling of his big
dog nuts slapping me, his wonderful beer-bottle thick cock pistoning in
and out of my sloppy little butt.

Already loose from the fucking, I pushed down hard and wrapped my legs
around his big, furry hips, and he plunged his knot in deep as possible
as my rectum sucked it in and closed tightly around it.  I pulled his big
collar so that his head was close to mine and started licking up the
saliva he was drooling over my neck and lips.

"Mmmm..." I murmured through the dog's heavy panting.

He didn't stop, though.  My butt was so loose from earlier that he
managed to fuck his knot in and out of my little rectum for a few
thrusts, until finally it began too large to easily dislodge.  That hurt
a bit, but I fantasized about being so loose at the end of the weekend
that he could fuck me with just his knot, and got really excited, so I
just relaxed and let him work it in and out of me.  It felt so good!
Then, he drove really deep and started cumming, so I reached back
inbetwen my cheeks and spread them really wide so he could get as deep as
possible.

Tank collapsed on top of me, and I could feel him spasm and jitter and
throb underneath his coarse fur.  I could feel his hot sperm swimming
around inside my colon, and he panted against my chest and neck, fully
spent.  I just hugged him lovingly and laid back, petting him
occasionally as cartoons and commercials flickered on and off in the
background.

After that, he popped out and I cleaned him up again.  I got a bowl from
the kitchen and squat over it and drank what came out, then got my sperm
rag and wiped up the couch and the carpet.  I realized that we had sex in
both my bedroom and the living room, and thought about how fun it would
be if I could get him to fuck me in every room in the house!  Later that
night, I would let him fuck me doggy style in my daddy's bedroom, and
then the shower.  In the middle of the night, I put on a sweater and my
shoes and went outside and let him fuck me under the moonlight, then went
inside, washed my knees of the grass and dirt from being on the ground,
and drank what came out of my butt.

The next day, I woke up and let him fuck me missionary style in my bed.
Sex with a dog is one of my favorite things to wake up with, and I
decided right then and there that I would try and hold in as much dog cum
as I could over the next two days and then drink it all at once.  I
excitedly took him for a walk, played around a bit, and fixed breakfast,
then let him fuck me in the garage, and then again on the stairs.  The
staircase was a lot of fun, because I got my knees on a lower level and
the angle made him fuck upwards and cause a tingling sensation just
behind my penis.  It made me feel like I had to pee constantly, so I let
loose, and a few splashes of pee dripped down onto the carpet as the
Rottie fucked me furiously.

  Wherever we played, there was a trail of dog sperm and piss, the carpet
becoming moist and the house filling up with the sounds of Tank's panting
and my mewing and whining.  I got a big mirror from my daddy's bedroom
and placed it in front of me and watched Tank go to town on my butt on
top of my daddy's bed, his big head and jowls slurping  drool onto the
back of my head and neck as he pounded his fat dogcock deep into my messy
butthole.

Finally, it was Sunday.  My butt felt so full, it was getting really hard
to keep holding in the dogcum, even though I think some of it was getting
absorbed.  I couldn't really tell.  I just kept letting him fuck me and
fuck me, over and over, until his knot slipped in easily in and out of my
twelve-year old ass like my body was a well-used two-dollar whore's.  I
made sure to always suck him clean and push back against his horny doggy
thrusts, and I by the eighth or ninth time he fucked me, I was feeling
really close to coming, even though nothing came out of my penis the way
Tank's cock made doggy sperm.

Sunday night, I took him to my bedroom, with a big mixing bowl in hand,
and my hand towel.  I brought the mirror in and set it up behind me, so
that on my back, if I looked up and behind myself, I could see Tank
fucking me with my legs really high up in the air. I put a pillow
underneath my butt, and spanked my left cheek, ushering Tank to hop on
the bed.  His cock was already at half-mast, seven firm, veiny inches
poking out of his big furry sheath, coupled with his beautiful hanging
balls.  I reminisced fondly about the weekend, but I knew Tank would be
back, and I could get his dog sperm whenever I wanted.  I lifted my legs
really high.

I reached down and spread my butt nice and wide so that he would get the
picture, and he stuffed himself in to the hilt immediately, the fat tip
of his cock embeddening itself in the second sphincter in my colon.  I
wrapped my legs tight around him as he began thrusting, but because I
wrapped around him so tight, it was only a couple inches of actual
dogcock sliding in and out.  Mostly, the big round knot popped repeatedly
in and out of my butt, and I was so loose I couldn't clench my butt to
keep him out.  Instead, I just relaxed and let him fuck me with his big
knot, and it made really nasty gushing sounds as his balls slapped
against me.

"Unf, uhf, umm, uh, uh, umf..." I whispered into his floppy ear.

"I, unf, love, aah, you, ugh, ugh, uh, uh, Taaa-aaank... uh, uh..." my
voice trailed off, hidden by the sounds of panting, the squelch and
squish of loads and loads of dog sperm being churned inside my little boy
rectum by this big beast of a Rottie.  I was really loose, so he fucked
me for a pretty long time, and I felt old loads of dog sperm begin to
froth around his knot.  The bubbly, nasty mixture leaked down onto the
pillow and made strings of cum slap and stick against my butt where his
balls made contact with me.

I looked behind me and watched my tongue loll inches out of my mouth,
letting a glaze wash over my eyes as Tank pounded me relentlessly.  I saw
his big shoulders heave to and fro and marveled at how much bigger he was
than me.  I saw the creamy skin of my shoulders matted with sweat and dog
fur and strands of drool connecting Tank's tongue to my young, thin
chest.  I watched and watched, upside down, as I felt him pop his knot in
and out of my abused asshole, weakly tugging and begging him for more
animal sperm.  My face was coated in a thin, shiny layer of sweat, and in
the mirror, I could see that Tank was at least twice my size, and as we
made love I felt real and truly like a happy, horny girl dog for him.

"Mmmmm....!" I hugged him tight, burying my nose inside the scruff of his
neck and deeply inhaling his Rottweiler scent.  I loved this big boy, and
he smelled wonderful, and warm, with that wonderful safe doggy animal
scent.  He started cumming, and I felt his balls contract tightly against
the base of my butt, and I tightened my butt as best I could around his
dogcock, so as not to lose any sperm.  I inhaled his doggy scent deeply,
and relished the tension of his muscles underneath that beautiful fur,
matted with my body's light and misty sweat.

We held that position for a solid half-hour, because I didn't want to let
go.  This weekend was so much fun!  I felt his muscles tense and throb
against my skin and I pulled his big head down to mine, and let him drool
a little bit on me before kissing his big floppy jowls and tongue.  He
slurped my mouth and licked my face, and I kissed him on the forehead
before he easily slipped out of my well-used dog pussy and presented
himself for cleaning.  I bent down and licked him clean, and kissed his
balls.  Working my way up, I licked his butthole a bit, something that
never really occurred to me, but I figured it was okay because he had
always done a bit of rimming to me.  He smelled really good, and it was a
little salty, but I was in love with every part of this pup.  I wanted to
be his girl dog!

I suckled and kissed at his private parts, and sniffed that wonderful
doggy scent in his hindquarters and balls.  I stuck my tongue inside his
butt a little bit and wiggled it around, and then kissed it.  He tasted
slightly salty, slightly sweet, and I felt kinky and a little nasty for
licking an animal's butthole.  Later, I would be giving this dog rimjobs
regularly.

I took the dog bowl and squat over it, spread my butt nice and wide, and
let loose.  What felt almost like a quart of dog cum flooded out of my
rectum, and after a little straining, I knew sperm that was in my colon
or small intestine came out in spurts as well.  My legs were tired from
squatting, but it felt like it took about eight or nine minutes for
everything to finally empty my bowels.  I rubbed some dog sperm into my
foreskin and admired it, wishing I could cum lots like Tank.

All in all, the bowl was almost half full, but it looked to actually be
around a quart!  I got down on my knees and started lapping it up like a
dog, happily savoring the fluids that Tank had gifted me through our long
weekend.  I was in love with the way he tasted, and was really happy that
it was so nice and warm from being kept inside me overnight and through
the course of the day.  As I swallowed the very last mouthful, a really
big one, I came, dry, without ever having touched my little penis
throughout the weekend, except to pee.  The feeling was incredible, and I
could feel the weight of what I just drank as I stood up.  I snuggled
with Tank for about an hour, and prepared to walk him home as the weekend
ended.

I leashed Tank up and gave him a treat, and kissed his forehead again.
My hole was distended and loose, and my cheeks were coated in a thin
layer of slippery dog sperm.  As I walked him home, I could feel how wet
they were against my underwear, and it made me proud to know I could be
such a good dog cunt or dog pussy for my favorite Rottweiler.  I was a
twelve-year-old willingly being a full-fledged bitch for my neighbor's
stud dog, and I was happy and horny to do it.  I wished I was a real girl
dog sometimes, but Tank seemed to be fine treating a twelve-year old boy
as a substitute...!

Next week was my thirteenth birthday, and my daddy would be gone on a
business trip for six days, almost an entire week!  He left me some money
to buy pizza with, but I had other ideas for what to eat...

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