Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 14:52:29 -0500
From: tom jacobson <rowdster2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: one with nature - chap. 2 (beastiality)

One with nature. Its a sometimes misleading phrase that
confuses some people who don't necessarily have "the gift".
"The gift", of course, is the ability of one to be at such
peace in the outdoors as to almost take the form of one of
the animals there. To truly commune with nature. To observe
and almost seamlessly meld so effortlessly in with the
creatures that live there so as tono longer be seen as a
threat, or a predator, to them.

Its not minding being alone, even deep in the wilderness or
outdoors. Its not being afraid of any of the creatures of
thewild, but to admire them for their own individual
abilities. Keen observation, and listening, are hallmarks of
someone who possesses the gift. There are no IPODs or cell
phones when you are becoming one with nature. You are
inTHEIR world, and you relish immersing yourself in it,
taking in all the elements of it.

To this degree I have always admired the native American
Indians for their ability to commune with nature. Each
animal had its own spirit,as each embodied some particular
trait that can manifest itself in a person's personality.
Thewolf shows great loyalty in its "mating for life" canine
bond. The lone bear shows great strength and independence.
Whether it is the playful otter or freespirited eagle, each
animal had special significance.To this degree, there is no
greater cathedral on this earth for me than to be in the
great outdoors on a beautiful day filled with sunshine.

As for me, life is returning to normalcy after ainitially
good marriage turned quickly into a sexless hollow
shell.The seven yearitch is true enough, and it was at
this time, with the support of some good friends, that I
found my balls again and reclaimed my life.

The process allowed me to revisit the sexual explorations
ofmy youth, and in doing so, rekindle my sex drive when I
needed it most in my early 30's. Depressed ex wife is now
off in northern California with some other poor schmuck who
is paying her way, and has now ballooned toover 300 pounds.
I took the opposite track, and got back in shape again. With
newfound independence and confidence, I now have an active
social and sex life, and have never been happier.

Perhaps I was meant tobe alone. I'm not sure. My business
keeps me in constant contact with the public, as I earn my
living that way. But all this allowed me to buy some land
out in the country to call my own, and there is little that
gives me such satisfaction than to slowly work and clear
this32 AC, slowly turning it into the showplace that I want
to create.

What I want to do is to almost create a wildlife sanctuary -
to surround myself with an environment where I can unwind,
relax, and even thrive. The animals are in abundance here.
Birds come back year after year, with some brave ones even
feeding out of my hand. A Canadian goose pair has come back
repeatedly for several years, and nested here. One will even
come almost all the way to me as I offer them food. Spring
turkey abound, and feed and court the hens close by as I
rebuild the original wood corral.

And the deer, the most sexual animals I am fortunate to have
around, seem most of all to understand that I pose no threat
to them. There is a particular doe that has made my acreage
home for several years, and I have been lucky enough to
witness the big bucks courting her to breed her on numerous
occassions, sending me into my own sexual frenzy. You bet I
get hard and horny when I see them breeding almost right in
front of me, and they watch me with quizzical interest as I
pump my own seed from my hard cock.

There is nothing more rewarding than to witness the fruits of
their labors, the babies. My doe has had twin fawns several
years running now, and I sometimes discover them hidden in
the tall green grass as I work all about. I was even able to
pet one, ever so gently, on the forehead once, before leaving
it undisturbed.

The sexual nature of these animals have special significance
to me. Almost nothing can get me hotter than to watch the
base animal instinct to breed take hold and unfold before
me. My own youth was especially sexually adventurous, having
grown up and had memorable encounters with our family
retrievers, but only occassionally as I got older and moved
into stable relationships.
The sexual energy of a big dog mounting you from behind is
almost indescribable. All this led to more and more sexual
adventures on the family farm, eventually even experimenting
and jacking off the horses and donkeys that called it home.

All of this is what I hope to recreate, with time, on land I
can call my own. This newfound independence, and prosperity,
has allowed me to travel more and more, and to explore new
areas of wilderness in our great country. I am as at home on
the remote shoreline of Lake Michigin in Wisconson as I am
exploring the remote reachesVancouver Island in British
Columbia. I have no fear out here, but am only open tothe
opportunities of exploration.

On a recent flyfishing trip in northern Idaho, I was in a
beautiful backcountry settingcamping out in a Forest
Service cabin. Late June was a spectacular time to be here,
with wildflowers starting to bloom, and no competition out on
the rivers I was fishing. When you're out here alone, and
you'rea fairly social creature as I am, you sometimes yearn
for company, even if it is only the interaction of the
animals you find up in the mountains. I'd spend half the day
fishing, and half the day looking for the local wildlife,
just to watch them.

Early in my trip, I didn't so much as find them as they found
me. It was a spectacular event that I will never forget. I
was working a medium stretch of fairly rapid water just as I
was coming out of a small box canyon, and I was catching
quite a few fish. What I didn't know was that I was being
closing watched by one of the most incredible eagles in our
country - an osprey, who regularly feed these stretches of
river, snatching fish out of the water.

As I hooked another trout I suddenly heard barking from the
shoreline on my left. As I turned to look at the dog, or
wolf, who was raising all the commotion, I looked back just
in time to
see an osprey who had dive-bombed the fish I had on my line.
Inthe confusion of the wolf bouncing and jumping and barking
at the eagle who had just snatched my hooked fish, the line
on myreel was whizzing and whistling as it was stripped
out. The leader snapped easily as the bird flew off with my
meal.

The bouncing and barking slowly subsided as the osprey
disappeared from view and into a tree to feast, and I was
left just standing in stunned silence in the waters of the
river. All I could do was laugh at one of the most
incredible experiences I had ever been through, and I made my
way to the shore to sit down. The ever cautious wolf wagged
its tail as it backed off to watch me from a distance,
perhaps sensing there was something different about me -
wanting to engage me, but too unsure of it yet.

Seeing and trying to communicate with a wolf was one thing.
But to have a wolf almost warn me of the dive-bombing eagle
was something I was wholely unprepared for. It was like my
lab back home who desperately wanted to catch that squirrel
in the park, but ultimately knew he never would. But it
didn't keep him from voicing his displeasure of not being
able to catch him.

As I sat down laughing and regaining my composure, I looked
over at the wolf, who had retreated to a safe distance. I
tried talking to him in a soothing and friendly voice, and
though he wagged his tail some, he didn't move any more
towards me. I thought I would try enticing him with a power
bar, and though he could smell the food, was still obeying
his senses in not falling for my ploy too quickly. It wasn't
until after I rigged up again to return to my fishing that I
got up, but I left what was left of my power bar to my
potential new friend.

Not to my surprise, as I moved back into the river, my wolf
went down to the shoreline to retrieve his power snack. But
I was pleasantly surprised to notice that he ended up
following me along the banks of the river as I worked my way
upstream. And not only that, but after a successful day of
fishing, I noted he carefully followed me as I made my way
back to the cabin to fix up a little dinner out on the deck.

As I poured myself a drink once back at the cabin, I made
preparations forfiring up theWeber to grill some trout and
some potato pancakes. I was trying to come up with some sort
of ideas that I could use to entice my friend closer, but it
wasn't until the aromas of cooking fish started wafting out
that he took notice and was truly tempted. I did toss out
some big pieces of jerkey to him, which he happily downed.

So there we were, for the next several hours, at a
stalemate. Him watching me and me watching him, both with
great interest. I made extra for him, which he ate when I
tossed it way out to him. As it got dark, I had one more
beer and sat on the porch continuing my conversation with
him. At one point I got up to walk out towards him in the
yard, very cautiously, of course, so as not to startle him
too much. Naturally he moved away, but when I got close to
where he had been sitting, and watching, me, I decided to
take a well deserved piss.

Ahhh, the scents of a male marking his territory. THIS got
his attention, and he watched me closely as I emptied my
bladder on a small bush nearby. I turned and made my way
back to the steps, and once there watched as he returned to
the spot and promptly marked thebush himself. As a matter
of fact he ended up marking that bush several more times as
we wrapped up our conversation.

I don't know why, but long ago thoughts of past experiences
started swimmingthrough my head, and I undid my pants and
freed mystiffening cock. A bit of convenient cooking oil
provided necessary lubrication, and I slowly massaged my
shaft and heavy ball sack. I was in my own world here, but I
did notice my friend had moveda bit closer in to me, and was
pacing and studying me intently as I worked myself to a peak.
As I furiously concentrated on my swollen cock head, my tight
butt lifting off the steps as my climax took hold, I had to
look up as my friend barked at me repeatedly, wagging his
tail.

Well, "I tried", I thought to myself."I asked you to come
to me, but you just weren't ready to yet". But I sure had
hisrapt attention, as I shot generous amounts of cum down
the steps, licking the remaining amounts off my hands as I
settled down back onto the steps. NOW he was most interested
in me, but still couldn't find the courage to approach me
anycloser.

A nice meal, a couple of good drinks, interesting
conversation with a friendly and intriguing stranger, a
welcome release, and it was time to clean up and head to
bed. I did my best to ignore my new friend as I left the
door of the cabin open and proceeded to move about getting
ready for a bit of sleep, all the while trying to watch his
movements in response. And what do you know, he did make his
way to the steps, sniffing my cum and even licking up the
remnants (much to his satisfaction, I think).

As I settled into bed, and turned off the light, I decided to
leave the door open so I could watch out on the porch through
the screen door. My friend did walk around a bit, looking in
through the door, and even laid down on the front steps,
almost like the faithful family dog I had left back home, as
I drifted off to sleep.

Vivid and erotic dreams filled my head, but it was a
satisfying and deep sleep. At some point in the night, I
awoke. It was as if someone were speaking to me, but I'm not
sure what. I looked out the front door, and the almost full
moon was high in the mountain sky, bathing the woodland
meadow in light. My friend was gone from the porch, and I
lay my head back down on the pillow in disappointment. But
then, I rolled over and looked out the window. There he was
- in the window - WATCHING me, INTENTLY.

"Well, there you are", I said. "Do you finally want to meet
me in person?"

With that I climbed out of bed and walked in my flannel
pants, shirtless and no shoes, out onto the front porch and
into the moonlight, settling on the steps. Almost like a
stranger in the night, my friend silently padded his way
towards me from around the corner. I held my hand out to let
him smell me, and he moved slowly closer to me so that I
could stroke his fur on his head, ears, and neck. He had
piercing blue grey eyes, I think. I just know they were
hypnotizing almost.

I knew he was a boy, a fairly young male of maybe 2 or 3
years, I could only guess. He had made that abundantly clear
as he repeatedly marked the bush that I had peed on. "Lets
take a look at you", I said very quietly, talking to him in
soothing tones. He was big - tall more, actually - than
full. He had huge paws and a bushy tail that wagged ever so
slightly at the tone of my voice. I slowly stroked him along
his back, gaining his confidence.

And then the moment of truth. As I scratched his ears and
neck with one hand, with the other I reached under and felt
his sheath and ample balls. They were as impressive as I
would have imagined on such a strong young male. Now, I've
been fortunate enough to have jacked manymany dogs in my day
(I even wrote a storyhere onNifty about it, appropriately
titled "Jacking the Dog"). Just like most of us guys, you've
got our attention when you're cradling my cock and cupping my
balls. It feels GOOD, and I am hopingthere is more to
come. Nature has made us very sexual beings, and someof us
are stimulated easily.

Lust builds.

This was no different for my new friend, and his anticipation
was evident. As I slowly massaged his massive sheath, I
could feel the large cock inside, and the growing knot
indicated his interest, while I rolled the egg sized balls
between my fingers and my palm.
The knot is the trigger, though, for any dog, and as I slowly
started pumping on the back of his sheath around his knot,
his back suddenly arched, and he started thrusting and
bucking forward as if he had found the sweet spot of some
bitch's pussy.

His cock grew instantly, and his instinct and desire were
well formed. As he started thrusting in my tight hand he
started pawing on me as I sat on the top steps of the porch.
Whatever cool night air was long forgotten from the heat of
such an encounter. He started trying to jump on me, but I
still had my flannel pants on, so I quickly stood up and
stripped them off, kicking them out into the yard.

Still trying to jump on me, I turned around and got on my
knees in front of him, reaching around for his sheath again,
to resume my manipulation of him. He was almost desperate
now, and knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
Still thrusting, he came around my side and jumped on my
back, pushing me down on my hands. His huge paws clammored
to get a grip of me on both sides of my slim waist,
scratching me, but only heightening my desire for him, as he
worked his way around to mybackside in a true doggystyle
position.

This big male had experience, and he knew how to get what his
deepest instincts told him how to. I was absolutely dizzy
from the energy of this encounter, almost as if the long held
sexual tension
between you and someone you lusted after was suddenly
broken. No inhibitions - NONE. He's finally got me locked
down and in position, and is thrusting madly trying to make
entry into me. The weight of such an animal, at 85 plus
pounds, is only one dimension tomy swimming mind. The fur
is another, and being locked in place by thosetwo strong
front legs as his hips and balls slap against your ass, can
take you over the top in no time. You want him bad, almost
as much as he wants you.

You can feel his hot panting breath against the back of your
head as he rests his head between your shoulders. But just
wait. When he finally finds your sweet spot, he will spear
you with such intensity you will see stars in your eyes. One
thrust, two thrusts, and he's IN. And that head that was
between your shoulder blades is now hunched over your
shoulder and panting into one of your ears, as he is pulling
you ever closer to him, and him even more in you - almost
like he is climbing in your ass.

It doesn't take long for him to reach hisfull size. He is
thrusting so fast and with such intensity I almost passed
out. He is big. A good 7" or 8" before the knot, but that
knot is a monster. Its like two golf balls on either side of
that now-thick shaft. I know I can't take it. He'd
literally be ripping menew one. With all my strength I lean
forward just enough so that he can't tie with me before that
knot gets to its maximum, and then its like banging a nail
into a rock (it just ain't gonna go!). But he's still got
plenty in me that he's not letting go of, and its almost
savage in its intensity.

After 2 or 3 minutes of the most wild bucking and thrusting
hips pounding on my ass, he finally starts to slow down.
He's IN, as far as he know, and he ain't letting go. Those
dancing pistoning hips are now slapped right up against your
ass, balls to balls. He doesn't get to breed often, as he
probably isn't the dominant member of a pack yet. But when
he does, he does it for all it is worth, and he is making
sure he is breeding you, by not letting go. It doesn't seem
like a long time, but it can seem like an eternity, it is so
draining. If I moved, as tired as I was, that grip on my
waist and thighs just got tighter again, as if I was trying
to get away. And then you can feel that thin watering cum
just jetting and pulsing in you as he fills you up.

At some point, even he gets tired and wants to hop off and
turn around if possible, were he tied to me. But that
monsterously engorged dog's cock slid easily from me since we
weren't, unleashing a flood of cum and juices. We're both
exhausted, but to my luck and his credit, he turns around and
starts cleaning me off, licking me with much more gentleness
than the pounding I had just received. All I can do is just
sort of fall over on my side and roll over on my back,
opening my legs open so that he can lick my balls and crack.

I've still got a huge raging cock though. In my younger
days, in those first encounters, I could cum without so much
as touching myself, while getting fucked like that. But it
wouldn't take long now either. As he was licking all around
my balls, which is my absolute favorite, I started pounding
away on my cock. It didn't take long before I was spewing
fountains, and I almost laughed as I watched his eyes follow
the spurts up and then down as they landed on my chest and
belly, which he happily then lapped up.

We just laid there on the porch in the moonlight, with him
just lying by my side - satiated, satisfied. Naturally I
drifted off to sleep, with a warm body by my side. Before
long though, I began to get cold, and realized that he had
gone, and got up again to go back inside and burrow in the
bed. By the next morning I had slept some of the deepest
sleep I had on that trip. When I got up in the early morning
sun, my new friend was awake in the yard at the bottom of the
steps, lying on my flannel pants.

And he just wagged that big tail of his when I walked down
the stops to greet him.



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