Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 19:14:10 -0500
From: Randall Wolfe <keldric@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Friend Brutus 1

Disclaimer

This story contains graphic details of sex between a dog and me at age 13.
If this offends you, then please do not read it. If this story's contents
are illegal in your area then please do not read it. This story was not
meant to be offensive to anyone, but simply as a way for me to relive and
enjoy a wonderful time in my life and to share it with those who also enjoy
this lifestyle. If you do find this story enjoyable, please feel free to
drop me a line and let me know. My email address is Keldric@hotmail.com

Part 1

I was 13 years old and coming home from school. The school I attended was
only about a half mile from my house so when school let out I would simply
gather my books from my locker and start walking. School was over at 3 and
the walk home took about 10 minutes, and since my Dad worked till 4:15 and
my Mom worked till 5:30, I had some private time. I had been allowed to come
home alone and not have to worry about any sitters since I was 12. This
private time I had every afternoon was my favorite time of the day, my time
to just do whatever I wanted to do in a house all alone. Naturally, since
puberty had started a couple of years ago, most of my private time was spent
getting myself off. I always lusted after girls, but I had discovered that
playing with my ass gave me very great pleasure. Over the period of one and
a half years, I had tried various things including fingers and small rounded
objects whch were around the house and were never intended for such purposes
but worked well. My 2 favorite items had become the top of my bedpost, which
was a small wooden ball, and a bell handle. They both had disadvantages
though. The bedpost was not removable (and I liked to masturbate better if
sitting or lying down) and the bell handle was too thin and if I moved
quickly the bell rang.

I also had access to a small workshop which my Dad used for projects. I had
made a few things there, but the only one which I really liked was a piece
of rounded wood about 9 inches long. It was far too large to fit in my ass,
but with a saw, a sander, and patience I had managed to carve 3
progressively bigger balls on the end and I enjoyed these a lot. My only
problem was where to keep this. I can see an incredible abount of
embarassment for a girl if her parents were to find her dildo as a teen, but
to be a teenage boy and to have your homemade anal dildo found by your
Baptist parents. I think death would be much preferred. After one
particularly horrifying day where my Mother actually saw it, but fortunately
for me didn't realize what it was, I decided it wasn't worth the risk and it
became firewood.

Well, I continued on my quest for the feeling I was looking for and the
satisfying orgasm. Don't get me wrong, I would find a way to orgasm every
day in which I wasn't trying to build something for the next day. Hell, I
would sometimes orgasm twice and rarely 3 times in my hour and 5 minutes of
privacy. But I was constantly on the quest for a harder orgasm and having my
ass aroused always made the orgasms more intense.

This continued until one February evening. I was following my usual routine
of walikng home and imagining what I could do to myself today when I noticed
something strange at my house. It looked like a small pile of coal on the
doorstep. When I got close enough, I realized it was a dog. When I got about
10 feet away he raised his head and looked at me. He looked like he had not
eaten in weeks. You could see every rib even through his thich coat of black
fur.

I approached him cautiously but he was friendly, just very weak from hunger.
I went inside, got some bread, some bologna, and a bown full of water, and
brought them out to him. He devoured the bologna first, then drank some
water, then hungrily finished off the bread. As he stood there eating, I was
able to really look him over. Good coat of fur, no mange. He had quite long
hair (about the length of a golden retriever), but it was jet black. He was
a big dog, about the size of a large German Shepard or a small Great Dane.

i had owned 2 other dogs before. They were 2 beagles. Unfortunately one had
been run over and the other had been poisoned by someone in the
neighborhood. Both of these events had happened when I was about 8. Since
that time my parents had offered to get me another dog, but I had not wanted
any more. This one, however, I instantly liked.

He quickly finished the food and looked at me for more. I thought I would
get him some more food and so I reached down for the bowl so I could refill
it as I got the food. When I bent dowm, he sniffed at my crotch. I had never
even considered beastiality. Maybe it was just because for almost 2 years my
body expected some sexual feeling at this. Maybe it was because his nose
touched me perfectly on my semi hard cock through my jeans. Maybe it was
just some longing I had mentally and didn't even know about. Anyway,
whatever it was, as soon as he nuzzled my dick, my thoughts were immediately
on sex again. Looking at him, my thoughts were "What would a dog's tongue
feel like on my cock?".

I took him inside the garage where we had some privacy. I unzipped my pants
and held out my now hard cock. "Here boy...  C'mere boy". He walked up and
smelled my cock, then his long black tongue shot out and licked me from my
ballsack to the end of my cock. I thought I would fall down right them. I
had never felt anything like that. Then before I could do anything he licked
me again. I half collapsed and pushed him off of me. I immediately turned
around, found a chair, removed my pants, and sat down with my ass half off
the front of the chair. He was following right behind me and as soon as I
sat down 'Liiiiicccckkkk'. I lost myself. I was a cock being licked. No arms
legs or torso... just a cock being licked.

He continued to lick my cock and as I scooted closer toward him, he also
licked my nutsack. Somewhere deep in my brain a single small voice whispered
to me "bad idea". Somewhere in the same bliss my hand as if moving on it's
own, reached down and pulled my nutsach over to the side out of his way. At
the time I did not think about it, I just did it. I also was pushing myself
toward him more and more. I had no thoughts or anything now. I was just a
feeling of pleasure without beginning or end.

Then I suppose because because I kept pushing myself closer and closer, he
shot out that long black tongue of his and licked me from my ass to about
halfway up my cock. Normally when I cum, I spurt. I've often spurted 2 or 3
feet when I have had myself really worked up. When I came then, I felt like
my entire being contracted. Then he licked my ass again and I felt his
tongue go partly in my asshole. I know I came for about 20 or 30 seconds,
but it felt like I came for about 10 minutes.

I discovered that dogs like cum and like licking humans in that area. They
do not stop until you make them. This is great until the hypersensitivity of
just having had the orgasm of your life kicks in, but you're too weak from
the moment to move. I also discovered that at 13 years old, you can come
several times in a row. He licked, I came, he licked more, I tried to stop
him then stopped trying and came again. He licked more and I troed to stop
him then stopped trying then came again. Somewhere about the 5th orgasm in
less than 1 minute I fell off the chair and on my ass. I managed to grab his
head and I guess since he was weak from being hungry for so long, i was able
to pull him down to a laying position with his head on my lap but away from
my now quivering cock.

I then felt something ;and on my face. I looked up and after a couple of
seconds I realized what it was. As I said before it is not unusual for me to
squite 2 or 3 feet if I am quite aroused, but never before (or since) have I
managed to hit a 7 ft ceiling not once but four times.

Well, after I recovered a little I looked at my watch and realized that Dad
would be getting home in about 10 minutes. I managed to get up, get my pants
on, get the ceiling wiped off, and get him back outside. I went back into
the house and got him some more food. As Dad pulled into the driveway, he
was greeted by the sight of me feeding him and the barrage of "Can I keep
him?" pleas.

End part 1