Date: Tue, 22 May 2012 16:18:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dirty Tommy Part Three

Once we discovered masturbating we thought about dicks and jerking all of
the time.  This ultimately led me to another common boyhood experience with
Dirty Tommy -- jerking off a male dog.  Now we lived in apartments and
there were no large pets allowed, but every so often when we were playing
down by the creek, one of the dogs that lived in the houses on the other
side of the woods would be roaming free.  We were boys looking for fun and
adventure and the dogs were too, in their own way. When we were younger we
might play fetch, throwing a stick into the creek, or we might chase each
other through the woods for a short while; all innocent fun.  But now, at
age twelve, our fun wasn't so innocent anymore.

This one particular afternoon Tommy and I were playing in the woods near
the creek when we spotted a black and tan coonhound wandering through the
woods sniffing aimlessly here and there.

"Hey, I want to show you something," Tommy suddenly stated with an
interested gleam in his eye.

"What?" I asked with curiosity, seeing Tommy's expression.

"Just wait and I'll show you," my playmate declared. "Help me call that dog
over here."

We both called out to the animal to catch his attention, "Here boy. Come
here."

The dog made his way over to us and Tommy directed, "Let's go over to that
thick patch of brush."

The dog seemed as curious as to what was up as I was. After we made our way
into a small clearing surrounded by three to four foot tall bushes in
amongst the trees, Tommy kneeled down and began to pet the short-haired
hound.

"Good boy. That's a good boy," Tommy gave words of encouragement that
obviously pleased the dog judging by his wagging tail.

"I want to show you something that Alan showed me. Have you ever seen a
dog's boner before?" my companion asked.

I was shocked by the question. Tommy always came up with nasty stuff I'd
never thought of before.

"No," was my honest answer.

"Well, watch this!"

With that, Tommy held the dog's collar in his right hand and reached under
the dog with his left and started rubbing back and forth on the dog's
sheath. The dog took an immediate interest in the proceedings and quite
honestly so did I. I circled around to the other side of the animal and
bent down to get a closer look. I could see Tommy's hand going back and
forth along the five inch lump. I also noticed the hound's fairly
substantial black balls bouncing back and forth in time with Tommy's
manipulations. In very short order I noticed something else -- an emerging
bright red point that seemed to grow longer with each pull. I could tell by
the dog's breathing that it was getting more excited. He wasn't the only
one; my heart began beating almost as rapidly as Tommy's stroking hand. I
felt myself stiffen painfully in my pants.

"He's starting to hunch," Tommy observed.

The hound had taken a wider stance and began shoving his hips forward in
time with Tommy's sliding hand. The dog huffed open-mouthed exhalations,
his drooling tongue slid from the side of his mouth.

"Look, he's getting his knot," Tommy's command directed my gaze.

I looked down, awestruck at what I saw. There were six inches of stiff,
blood-engorged flesh poking out from Tommy's hand. At the base I could see
an enormous swelling.  The hound was whimpering and giving sharp impatient
barks; his head and legs moved with short, frenzied movements in his
delirium to thrust.

"He's starting to come!" Tommy blurted excitedly.

At that, I could see repeated watery, milky-white discharges spurt from the
pointed, bright red tip. They went on and on, it was unbelievable. I could
feel my own boner burning hot in my pants from watching this display of
sheer animal lust.

The dog was starting to move more violently from side to side, thrashing
his neck, trying to "turn" in Tommy's hand. Tommy let go of the hound to
avoid possibly being bitten. The dog staggered a few steps away; half sat
down and began licking his red swollen rod, giving little whimpers now and
then as he did so. We both stood up.

"Well, whad'ja think?" Tommy asked.

"That was fucking awesome!" was my enthusiastic answer. "That cock is
fucking huge!"

"You got that right. Did you see all that come?  Dogs are even hornier than
we are," Tommy stated with a laugh.

"I don't know about that. I'm so horned up right now, I've just got to beat
off," I declared. And it was true; I don't think I could've taken ten steps
before ejaculating in my pants.

"Me too," Tommy concurred, "Let's do it!"

Neither of us hesitated. As fast as we could we unbuckled our belts and
unzipped our pants, pulling them and our underwear down far enough to
release our raging boners. Facing each other, in unison we both grabbed
onto our cocks and started beating them at a frenzied pace. I could see
Tommy's glistening, purple cockhead appear and disappear as his strokes
pulled his foreskin back and forth. That was it, I couldn't hold back any
longer.

"Unnnggh!  Shit!  I'm coming!" I groaned, through clenched teeth.

One after another, three copious ropes of semen flew up and out of my cock,
some of it landing on Tommy's pumping hand and the rest landing at his
feet. A few more pulses dribbled in globs over the knuckles of my
hand. This set Tommy off. His eyes squinted, his upper lip pulled back.

"Ohhh ... Fuck! Here ... it ... comes," my meat-beating buddy announced.

Looking down, I watched each shot erupt from my friend's throbbing
member. As his orgasm subsided, I could see Tommy's rod twitch irregularly
as he slowly slid his foreskin back and forth over the shiny wet head of
his softening penis.  I could smell our semen in the air.

"Whew! That was intense," exclaimed Tommy as he shook our mixed spunk off
his hand.

"Oh, yeah.  No doubt about that," I agreed.

As we stood there, pants still down, in a post-come stupor, our canine
friend came over. He was sniffing the ground near our feet where we had
spilled our load.

"It looks he's trying to lick up our come," I remarked.

"Yeah, maybe he'd like some from the source," Tommy joked, grabbing his
junk and giving it a few shakes. The dog looked up, seeming interested.

"Hey, if a dog will lick his own dick, I'd bet he'd lick ours," I suggested
with the logic of a twelve-year-old mind.

"There's only one way to find out," declared my pal, turning towards the
hound, "Here boy! Looking for something good to eat?"

Tommy laughed and so did I.

"C'mon boy, get the sausage," Tommy encouraged. He gave a few shakes of his
limp, but still fattened dick and then put his hand forward, still a little
sticky with remnants of both of our loads. As soon as the hound got a good
whiff of semen he began licking my friend's hand.

"He's definitely likes that," I commented.

Tommy lured the animal closer to his crotch. When he pulled his hand away
it confused the dog for a few moments. The animal began looking for the
scent.  He found it -- in Tommy's pulled-down BVDs. The animal began
snuffling his nose in the folds of the yellow-stained cotton. I began to
lightly rub my penis, absent-mindedly.  Tommy reached down and moved the
muzzle of the inquisitive dog upward. The dog immediately stuck his nose
under my friend's wrinkly ball sack and snuffled even louder.

"Shit, his nose is cold!" Tommy exclaimed in surprise.

I watched in amazement; my twelve-year-old playmate had a dog sniffing his
balls. I was overwhelmed with horniness seeing this happening for real
right before my very eyes. My heart pounded. Even though I had just shot a
load not five minutes ago, my penis stiffened, lengthening in jerks with
each throb of my pulse. For some reason, I felt embarrassed at getting hard
seeing this; I wanted to hide my erect cock.  I tried very hard not to
begin stroking myself at the lewd sight of my sixth-grade buddy with an
animal at his naked crotch.

The hound stopped sniffing the space between my friend's balls and his
thighs and now moved so that his nose was not more than a fraction of an
inch away from the still wet, reddened tip of my friend's cock that could
be seen peeking from his partially retracted foreskin.

Time seemed to stop. Tommy looked down, seeming a bit uneasy at having the
animal's jaws so close to his boyhood. Would the dog lick his cock?

"C'mon boy, lick it," Tommy said with a nervous excitement in his voice.

Almost as if he understood the command, the hound's tongue flicked over the
exposed tip of Tommy's cock.

"Oh shit," Tommy cursed.  He began to get hard.

Within seconds the animal began lapping with longer and wetter strokes,
taking in the underside of Tommy's balls. I couldn't help myself; barely
stifling a small groan, I grabbed my own hard cock and started stroking the
shaft just below the head, trying somehow to restrain my burning lust.

The dog's muzzle went right and left trying to lap my friend's penis,
causing it to flap back and forth. Tommy laughed, but I could see my friend
twinge involuntarily from the sensation of having such a long, thin and
flexible tongue work over his erection. The dog was now making small
excited leaps upward trying to taste as much of my friend's boner as he
could. The dog's breathing was getting more intense and saliva was dripping
from the side of his jaws.

My friend began to look a little worried as the black and tan hound tried
to put his forelegs up on Tommy's thighs in order to get his mouth closer
to Tommy's crotch. Tommy took a step back give himself some space from the
increasingly excited animal. The hound immediately leapt towards my
companion. I could see the taut back muscles rippling under the animal's
coat. His haunches tensed as he tried to maintain his balance, moving from
side to side, the rear claws tearing at the turf. I remember seeing the
animal's tail swinging back and forth, exposing the puckering pink anus
that contracted and relaxed with the animal's frenzied movements.

I began to huff almost as loudly as the dog. I could feel my face flush
with heat. Seeing the dog's unstoppable animal lust made me lose all
control.  I grabbed the full-length of my cock with the ridge of my helmet
grasped firmly between my thumb and forefinger and pumped forcefully. I
bent over at the waist, trying not to come on my pants, unable to stop my
orgasm.

"Unngh ... Unngh ... Uunnnggh!"

I shot again and again. I could feel my own anus contracting.

I was barely aware of what was going on for the brief period of time it
took me to regain my senses. Tommy had grabbed the animal by the collar and
was trying to deflect him from going at his dick.  I could hear my friend
saying, "Get down boy ... That's enough ... Quit it!" as he tried to pull
the animal away from him. Eventually Tommy was able to fend off the dog
with one hand, turning away and trying to pull up his pants with the other
hand. I couldn't help laughing, watching the struggle between my friend and
a very determined hound.

"Go ahead and laugh, asshole!  You're not the one being raped by a dog,"
Tommy said in mock anger.

I laughed even harder.

"You better pull up your pants before he comes after you, smart aleck,"
warned my pal.

I had kind of lost track that I had my pants down and my dick out for about
the last ten minutes. I quickly pulled my pants up, tucking my deflating,
but still half-hard penis into my briefs. I became a bit self-conscious
that Tommy knew I had beat off a second time watching him getting licked by
a dog.

Our canine pal was still hanging around, looking attentively at us for
further action; it took us about five minutes for us to chase him off. When
we were finally alone down by the creek, I asked Tommy a few questions. I
was curious about something.

"Have you ever done that before?" I questioned, meaning having a dog lick
him.

"No, I only learned about jerking a dog a few weeks ago when Alan showed
me," Tommy revealed.

"What did it feel like? Was it like having guy suck you?"

"No. It was different.  I mean, like it wasn't so much sucking, but it was
more like being licked with a really thin tongue," explained my pal.

"And boy did that dog slobber a lot! My balls still feel wet," added my
friend.

"Well, to tell you the truth, it looked pretty hot. I wouldn't mind trying
it myself," I confessed, blushing a little.

"Yeah, it felt pretty good. But, once that hound got going there was no
stopping him," noted Tommy. "Next time one of us will have to hold the dog
by the collar while the other guy gets licked."

I had a couple more experiences jerking off a dog with Tommy and a few
other guys in the neighborhood. We all had our balls and boners licked, but
it was never as good as having another guy suck you.

There was, however, one other dog experience that I had with Tommy and only
Tommy -- when we both got humped by a large male dog. That story will be
told in the next installment.


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