Date: Tue, 08 May 2007 21:13:16 -0500
From: tom jacobson <rowdster2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: One With Nature

I was always fortunate to have grown up in the southeast, having spent a
good portion of my youth on my grandparents farm here in Georgia.  Now that
I'm older, and having recently been divorced with no kids, I've decided to
settle full time out in the country about an hour or so from the big city.

Ever since my first experiences with our family retrievers, I've always been
the animal lover of the family.  Big shock, huh?  One brother is the flat
out gay one, and I got the "zoo" gene.  Call THAT normal.  Other bro is
married with 4 kids, and I've been married too.  Last bro is also married
but they couldn't have kids.

I've never had any sort of relationship with a guy, and have no grand desire
to.  I enjoyed being married, and hope to again one day.  I'm only in my
early 30's so I'll be looking, but not too hard.  I had only one experience
with a guy, and it was with his dog and I when we were on a camping trip
back in HS (I did write about it a while back).

But  I've decided since I'm in a position to get my own place out in the
country, I would.  I want to stock it with all the animals I was fortunate
to have some adventures with as a youth.  Its my way of rediscovering my
sexuality after my marriage disintigrated into a hollow shell after only 5
years.

Why is it that not just some, but lots of marriages, are like that?  You
screw like rabbits when you are dating, but once you get married, everyone
gets too comfortable, and the sex just plain dries up.  Even worse, they
confide to you that they just don't enjoy sex anymore, like mine did.  Hell,
why didn't you tell me that before we got married???  I'm not the same stud
I was back in HS, but I still like getting some at least every once in a
while!  Don't think I won't kick your ass to the curb!

She didn't think I would.  I did.

It was worth it.  Life is good again.

I've got 32 AC off a dirt county road, heavily wooded with a year round
creek.  Had an old homestead on it that is long gone, but still has some old
corrals and such, and I'm slowly getting the place cleaned up till I can
build brand new on it.  As I slowly work the place, I revel in just being
out here.  I've got no problem working hard, as I've been in the
construction business for some time.  It can get hot and humid out here, and
I'll strip out of my shirt and just be sweating from start to finish.  Its
satisfying, to be sure.

Something unusual seems to be happening though, and its a wonder to be part
of it.  Like I said, I've always been the one that gets along with the
animals.  You might as well call me Dr. Doolittle, because I can talk to
them as well as anyone.  As an outdoorsman, hunter, and fisherman, I've
always been the one to stop and observe nature, and I can imitate everything
from songbirds to turkeys to squirrels, to the horses and cows, dogs and
cats.  I enjoy communicating with them, or least trying to communicate with
them in my own mind.

One thing is certain, though, in doing so I pose no threat to them.  They
seem to sense it, and I've been fortunate to have a multitude of different
animals to inhabit my property and beyond.  While I'm working, I'll stop and
watch and call out to them, and then go about my business.  It doesn't take
them long to get very used to my presence.   As a matter of fact, they have
even taken to their mating rituals around me as well.  And that gets me
hard, and horny.

Migratory geese have taken up around my pond.  I can walk within 20 feet of
them without startling them at all.  The wild turkey are plentiful around
here as well.  In the two years since I bought this place, they've all
gotten used to me being around.  I'll gobble at them and they'll gobble
right back.  Whether I'm walking or working, they'll go about their business
as I go about mine.  Spring turkey season is here, and the males are busy
courting the hens, and are in abundance.

Now, while watching the neighborhood dogs screw gets me hotter than anything
else, as I've had more than my share of experiences with male dogs while
growing up, just anything in nature gets me going.  There's something about
the primal mating instincts of any animal that gets me even hotter and
sweatier.  I've jacked dogs, and I've jacked horses.  There is something
about the power of the penis that just transfixes me.  Its pure animal
instinct taking over.   More lust than love, and the power of watching that
thrusting male just doing what nature is telling him to do will make me pull
out my crank as fast as anything and pound away until I'm as spent as they
are.

Last year I had pair of deer call my property home as well.  They were wary
initially, as any of the animals are of me when they see me for the first
time.  But in time they got used to me as well.  When the bucks are in rut
during the fall, there is absolutely nothing that will distract them when
there is a doe in season in the area.  More than once I watched as this
beautiful 10 point buck bred several of the does on my acreage.  I even had
one of the does give birth to twins on my property, and she raised them and
hid them all over the place.  I almost stepped on those adorable spotted
babies when I was walking not once, but twice.

They were as used to me as any, especially going into this past fall's
breeding season.  The big buck was back, still with 10 point antlers, but he
was a bit bigger this year, and sturdier with a huge neck on him.  I'd been
putting out deer corn, and I'd be watching them feeding on it not 30 yards
away while I contentedly watched them from my picnic table, sipping on a
beer.

One particular day it was quite warm for late fall.  I wanted to go watch
them more than work that day, even though I did work up quite a sweat until
the early evening brought them out to feed.  As I sat back on one of the
benches of my table, a doe appeared, and from her total lack of fear I
assumed it was the same one who had had twins the previous spring.  I was
sweaty and shirtless, and I just leaned back against the table as I
witnessed the appearance of my big buck.

Before my eyes not so much as 100 feet away, I watched the brief courtship
as the buck approached my doe, and in pretty much as straightforward an
action as you can imagine, finally worked up till he mounted the doe from
behind.  The bucks cock is much like a dogs, slick red in color and about
the same size given its larger stature.  Five to ten quick thrusts later,
with a mighty final thrust, he clearly came in her, and then slid off her
back.

All this was driving me nuts, I was so horny.  I pulled my jeans down and
freed my throbbing hard cock.  My sweat was all the lubricant I needed, and
I know the smell of new sex was fresh in the air.  As I was speeding up the
jacking I was giving myself, I was stunned as the doe, evidently quite
content from the breeding she had just had, carefully started walking my
direction.  I stopped dead in my tracks, as something like this had never
happened to me ever before.

While the buck, who's still engorged and pussy lubricated cock was still
dangling from its sheath, paused to watch, the doe continued her approach
towards me.  She closed her eyes and lifted her head as if to smell the air
around me, quite content that I posed no threat to her, and took in the sex
in the air.  I was stark still with my rock hard crank in my right hand as
she came right up to me, ever so hesitantly.  But the look in her eyes was
one of interest, as if I was a potential rival suitor for her affections.

I took my hand slowly off of my cock as she came right up to my crotch.  My
own crank was almost twitching in anticipation of what she might do, and my
sweaty balls were hanging free.  I was almost praying that she might try to
lick me, but she didn't.  Instead, what she did could have made me come
right then and there almost by itself.  She put her nose deep in the crevice
between my cock and balls and my thigh, and she just breathed in the air,
soaking up the aromas.

I was stock still, and nervous as hell from the anticipation.  It was all I
could do to let out the breathe I had been holding as she approached me
without startling her.  I was stunned and amazed as she took in my own
scent, not licking on my crank or sweaty balls, but engulfing herself in me.
  I could have been blowing my wad straight into her mouth as she looked up
into my eyes, and then closed her own again as she turned her head and
rubbed her ears against my sweaty chest.

This couldn't be happening.  It had never happened before.  I was never more
in tune with one of natures creatures in my life, as the experience of a
lifetime was unfolding right before me.  Damp with my sweat and scent, she
looked at me once again before turning back to the buck, who had been
watching all of this with keen interest.  While he sniffed deeply at her
recently plowed pussy, he was even more attracted to her head and ears,
where she had rubbed against my sweaty body and taken in the scent of my
cock.

It was as if she was giving off the signals of total contentment and
satisfaction to this majestic animal.  And it stirred something in him as
well, as his own cock twitched and throbbed as it still hung heavy out of
its sheath.  Imagine a good size dogs crank as he finally pulls it out of a
bitch he has just bred, all thick, hard and slick from pussy juice.  A good
and solid 7" to 8" of pure stud.
I was just staring at both the buck and his cock, as the doe ambled off, and
he turned his attention towards me.  I didn't want to move, so as not to
scare him, and I didn't, and he, in turn, moved confidently towards me.

This was something unimaginable.  No fear in these animals at all.  Just
interest, maybe even sexual, in me as I had been interested in the sex
between them.  As he moved towards me, he put his head down with the full 10
points of antlers pointing at me, as if I were his rival, but he did not
charge me.  Instead he almost carefully approached me, and I as put my hands
up to keep him from pushing directly into me with his antlers, I was pushed
off the tables bench and onto the ground squarely on my butt.

He then looked up at me, taking in my own hard cock as it was still as rigid
as could be, and then, much like the doe, put his nose deep into the sweaty
crack of my balls and thigh, and breathed in.
Animals are much more sensual than we can be, and the scents are the signals
that tell them sex is the order of business.  He turned his nose up high in
the air and closed his eyes, nostrils flaring.  He then repeated the process
as he took in the scent of my chest and under my arms, all the while almost
being careful to not hurt me.

I was on the ground, square on my butt and leaning back on my arms, as this
most dominant animal established his presence above me.  And as I looked at
eye level square at his slick hard red cock, he stepped forward as if to
tell me what to do next, walking above me and bringing his lubricated 7"
cock straight to my mouth.  It was all I could do to try to not startle this
magnificent creature, but he sensed what I wanted or needed to do, and what
he needed to do as well.  I carefully took his throbbing, and still wet,
crank into my now fully engulfed mouth, when he let out a deep sigh of
satisfaction.

I've sucked on a dogs cock before, and much like I was at first, he stood
stock still as I took his organ deep into my mouth, and started a slow
rhythmic pumping on his cock.  Time stood still it seemed, but I have never
been so immersed in a sexual act in my life, as the dominant creature was
telling the submissive what he expected to happen next.  As I picked up the
pace of my heartfelt sucking of his organ, his back arched, slowly at first.

A deer breeds much faster than a dog does, but here he was in control of me,
and was almost holding back his own bucking hips as I pistoned faster and
faster on him.  But when you are trying to pull the very seed out of such a
beautiful animal, you are rewarded as nature takes over as intended, and the
slow arching buck of his back and hips gives way to the rapid fire thrusting
of an animal that is only trying to do one thing - to breed again.

As he started to thrust and buck almost wildly above me, I had to take hold
of his ribcage on either side of his body to steady myself, when he thrust
mightily one final time into my hungry mouth, before his cock erupted in
cum, and he started to pump vast amounts into my greedy and gulping throat.

Time was lost, at least on me, as his hips came to a stop and I slurped the
final drops from a now newly engorged deer's penis.  I hardly so much had to
touch my own cock as I massaged my rigid crank with the slimy seed that was
his, as I blew my own white strings of cum up on my chest and his belly.  I
was exhausted, and as much as a dog or horse does by hanging on to that ass
to pump the final spurts of cum, I slumped to the ground when it was all
done, and just laid back in a haze as this huge deers cock dripped its final
seeds onto my own chest, to mix with mine.

A satisfied sigh again came from this magnificent buck, as he looked down
upon me and did indeed take one leathery lick of the tongue through the cum
that was his and mine on my chest.  Again, he closed his eyes, and lifted
his head high as he flared his nostrils one final time, before carefully
stepping from above me and away to be with his doe once again.

I was alone again, but with a magnificent memory of what was, in my mind
anyway.

If you enjoyed this tale, then please write and tell me so.  While its been
awhile since I've submitted any of my adventures (under an old address that
I finally closed because of all the spam), as an infrequent author here on
Nifty, I can tell you, we all dig the positive feedback.   I especially like
to hear from true K9 guys.

Tom