Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 06:16:36 -0500
From: Anonymous Male <less.shirt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex Kitten in a Family of Dogs

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is in no way a true story and
all events are purely the imagination of the author. Any names or physical
descriptions are not meant to resemble any people and any occurrence of
such is pure coincidence. All materials are expressions of desire and
nothing more. Thank you and please enjoy.


The Start of it All


I had grown up in an adoption center after my mother had given me away as
an infant. It wasn't all too bad. The caretakers were very lenient with
what we did. As children, we had our childish ways. That included cooties.
Which is why whenever it came to sexual exploration it always us boys left
to our own. We would wrestle in nothing but the cheap underwear paid for
with donations and tax dollars. It was thin, white, and surprisingly
shapely because they were always rather small. We would take them off and
get naked, go under the covers together, and play around a bit. I learned
to suck a boy off by 5. That's the farthest we would ever go. Other than
that, my friends and I, the good 9 or so of us, would alway climb into a
single bed together almost every night in just our underwear and cuddle
under the covers. It was the most love we could salvage in a place where no
child is loved separately.


i finally got adopted when I was 8. The family that had adopted me were a
young couple. A tall, lean woman with long blonde hair and deep green
eyes. She was beautiful, but nothing in comparison to her husband. Adonis
had nothing on this 6'6" man. You could tell he was Irish with his square
face and strong jawline, his brown eyes and somewhat tan skin, with his
black hair and thick eyebrows. The best part of him was probably his giant
muscles. I couldn't see him naked, but I might as well have. They were
bulging from his clothes, almost as if they were about to rip from him like
he was the Hulk or something.


What they saw in me, I don't know. I think it was the woman that liked
me. She was in her mid-twenties and it brought me to question why she would
want to adopt and not have the baby of that great man. It was probably the
fact that the man, when he saw me for the first time, thought I looked
really cool or really adorable. Being only 3 foot 7 inches and 35 pounds at
my age was not normal. I was the shortest boy in my age group and my class
at school. I also stood out pretty bad because I had platinum blonde hair
and eye so brown they could have been black and pretty average skin color
for a white boy.


After 3 years with my new family, we broke apart. My new mother had gotten
into a car accident that had put her into a coma. My father wouldn't visit
her. He said it was too tough. There wasn't much to think about, it seemed
a reasonable reason. What I did question though was the amount of dogs we
began to have. I was 10 when the accident happened and by the time I was 11
a year later we had seven dogs.


They were like brothers to me. I think that was the odd part. They were all
boys. There were the two Great Danes from the same litter, Puck and Boon. A
Rootie, Jake. A German Shepard, Lex. A Labrador, Otto. A Mastiff, Toby. And
my best friend that always was with me wherever I was, the Saint Bernard,
Zeke.


We had a huge house. My dad was a construction worker and had a great
position. We had two whole rooms dedicated to the dogs. They were meant for
my future siblings that sadly never happened. There was still a chance for
me to have a brother, but my dad though it unlikely without my mom. Dog
siblings were more than good enough though. We never closed doors in our
house. With two men and a bunch of dogs there was no need to. It was mostly
because the dogs were family and closing a door meant keeping them out of a
room. They lived there and they had every right to walk around where they
pleased. So when it came to bed time, despite their two bedrooms and
despite my own, we would all always end up in Dad's room. Dad and I would
cuddle and end up sandwiched together almost every night by Zeke (who
refused to let me sleep alone ever) and Toby, who was the oldest and the
same age as me.


Our daily routines were of course very different than the average family.
Every morning consisted of getting up, everyone going to the bathroom (the
dogs of course had a dog door), and then Dad and I making 7 bowls worth of
whatever the daily meal was. They weren't picky and were normally content
with cycled meals of cheap steak and chicken and pork. I would always have
to be in the shower by 7 (Zeke of course in the bathroom with me) and out
the door to school by 8. The dogs had free reign to the house and the 2
acres of fenced woods all to themselves.


By the time I got home by 3 the dogs would all be waiting in the foyer,
pacing out of excitement. It was nice to come home to 7 giant dogs jumping
and pouncing on you and licking you like you were food. Zeke would always
grab me by my pants leg and try to drag me somewhere to get his fix of
cuddles that he loved so much. It was odd because I was so much smaller
than he was. At the age off 11 I had managed to stay 4 foot 3 inches and
under 100 pounds while he was at least 150 pounds and over 5 feet on his
back paws. But I would always start my homework right when I got home so I
could finish and get started on making everyones dinner.


It was my one chore I had. We had 2 housekeepers that came while I was at
school. The dogs never bothered them because they didn't offer attention or
food. It was a full time job taking care of a big house filled with animals
and men. The one thing about cooking was the amount I had to make. It was
important that I kept it cheap while still making it edible for both men
and dogs. Dad said if I wouldn't eat it then the dogs shouldn't. Meat was a
primary part of our diet if you can imagine. Dad wouldn't have it any other
way even if the dogs weren't there. By the time he got home from work he
would be a mess and he loved to always try and pick me up when he was at
his dirtiest. Every day wasn't the same but there always was a wrestling
match in his room where the dogs would eventually manage to take off his
clothes and give him a tongue bath before he would come down stairs for
dinner.


That was probably my favorite thing about Dad. The fact that he was
practically a dog himself. Most of the time we were home he would be naked
and covered in dirt. The smell wasn't bad. You get used to it after a
while. And he was so playful. He loved to scare me and would always try and
find new ways to scare the crap out of me. I would always scream and Zeke
would always jump on Dad and all the dogs would go crazy. It wasn't the
ideal home for an orphan, but it was all more love than I could have ever
asked for.


It was on my twelfth birthday when I woke up on the floor of my dad's room.
Jake was acting as my pillow and Zeke was acting as big spoon to keep me
warm and Puck was cuddled up to my legs. I yawned and sat up and noticed we
were the only ones in the room. It was odd because it was a Saturday and
normally Dad would sleep in. I got up and looked through the house and
couldn't find anyone. Jake barked at me from the backdoor and I noticed it
was open to the screen door. We rarely used it because it kept the dogs
from moving freely inside and outside. That meant that Dad was in the
backyard.


Curiosity took over and I went and put on one of Dad's shirts, because it
was so big it meant I didn't have to put on pants too, and my shoes. I went
out with my three brothers and Jake sprinted through the small field and
into the wooded area. Boon came running out at the same time to join his
brother's side. That was pretty normal because they were pretty docile for
Danes. I walked to the woods and went to where the dogs were congregating.
I went to see what they were gathering around, and there on the ground, on
a blanket was my Dad, naked.


The naked part was actually kind of okay. The part that freaked me out was
to see his face so focused as his hand beat at the cock I'd seen hard
multiple times. The thing was enormous in comparison to my own. Dad would
always measure me and said it was cute that I had a 4 inch cocklet. His was
a nice long and thick veiny 10 inches of man meat and glory. It was
surrounded by a thick bush of hair that covered his legs, chest, abs, and
ass. I had never seen him like this despite the multiple times I had seen
him named. But right after I walked up it was Toby who came up behind me,
jumped on my back, and pushed me forward onto Dad's leg.


"Woah!" Dad jumped some and opened his eyes with a grin. "Hey boy. Glad you
found me. I've been waiting out here for a while. Having a hard time not
busting this nut. Gone three weeks without busting a single nut because of
this day. I've been planning this for some time. Now that you're 12 you're
likely to start puberty at any moment. So I wanted to take the liberty to
teach you your place in this world." With that said and nothing else he
grabbed me by waist and pushed me down on my back and hovered over me. His
fingers gripped the shirt was wearing tight and ripped it, revealing my
nudity and disregard for undergarments.


"W-wait..." I managed to wimpier a bit. That seemed to act as some sort of
invitation as Dad leaned down and kissed me. Wasn't what I expected and I
sort of gasped. That too became an invitation and soon the taste of Dad's
tongue filled my senses and I was sucking on the strong muscle. My eyes
clenched tightly closed and my hands grabbed for whatever they could. They
found his ribs and my fingernails dug in and dragged across them in a
moment of panic. Dad paused the movements of his body and we just sat
there. It was a short pause and then his hands were on my cocklet and
rubbing it gently.


One surprise after another happened. To find out that his hands were gentle
despite their strength. To find out that I really liked to suck on tongue.
To find out my nipples got hard when touched and made me moan. To find out
I was "quite the little sex kitten."


Dad had me moaning and screaming insanely. Suddenly all the stimulation he
was giving me stopped and he was just hovering over me. I laid on the
blanket, gasping for air. Looking up at him, he had this smug grin on his
face. I just stared up at him and eventually the corners of my lips turned
up. I slid out from under him into a sitting position and wrapped my arms
around his neck and kissed him. I really did love him. There was nothing I
wouldn't do for him.


"We're going to have some family fun... How does that sound?" Dad gave a
wink and I giggled. That sounded like a great plan to me.


Thanks for reading. Any feedback is appreciated. :)