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Dog tale
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Dog Tales
I was 12-years-old and as every normal young man, I had the run
of the neighborhood. Having many friends, myself with the higher
IQ of most, I was always doing odd jobs for all the neighbors.
Having a lot of mechanical abilities, I had a small engine repair
shop in our backyard. My Step-Dad and I built a large steel
building where I worked on mowers (riding and push), chain saws,
go-carts, mini-bikes, tillers (garden), and all small engine-type
machinery. The building was solid steel with only one door and
no windows. I added a latch on the inside of the door where I
could lock myself in for the privacy to work without unnecessary
interruptions. The setting was a great work place. I had all
the tools imaginable along with work benches and so on. Once
inside, I had every- thing to do the best job possible.
As most young men, I had a best friend that stayed by my side
just about everywhere I'd go. Whenever you'd see me, my friend
and PROTECTOR was there. My friend and protector was a large
German Shepherd. He was large, weighing approximately 100 lbs.
Sarge, a male Shepherd, was there for me to listen and watch over
me when the (older) bullies would try to pick on me. Never did
he let me down.
When I'd go into my workshop, he would be there! He never did
answer, but he would never fail to listen.
On one hot summer night, I decided to go out and tinker around to
get a head start on the next day. I had on a pair of short
shorts and a T-shirt which was my normal apparel during the
summer. Of course, my best friend was right by my side. We went
in, locked the door, and I sat on a stool beginning to work on a
push mower. The stool was real low to the ground where my knees
were higher than my butt.
I was putting points and condenser in, and out of the blue my
best friend came over and began humping on my leg. It was rather
shocking at the time. Being a larger dog than most, when he
wrapped his front legs around mine, he meant business. I tried
to push him off, but the more I pushed the more he pulled on and
the harder he humped. Then I felt his dick slapping against my
leg. For some reason, that feeling excited me. I leaned over to
see it, which made the excitement increase even more. It was
large, long, kind of pointed at the head and super pink. My own
dick began getting hard and I knew the feeling of getting off.
He was humping even harder now and I saw him letting out some a
pre-cum on my leg. When I saw that, I knew he was needing to get
off. I had some Vaseline within my reach so I grabbed it and
took a good amount in my hand. I then took a hold of his dick,
grasping it firmly, letting him fuck it as hard as he wanted. He
pulled even tighter to my leg and fucked my hand real fast. It
wasn't too long before he started shaking and shot cum all up and
down my legs and arms. Right when he got off, his dick swelled
up 3 times larger and the cum was in a great amount. That was
real exciting and hot! The size of his tool was fascinating;
when he got off, it swelled like a balloon, the shots of cum were
long, thick and covered my entire leg.
When he backed off, it was as if he looked and smiled, saying,
"Thanks." He looked like he wanted to repay me. He started
licking all the cum off my legs and got up to my crotch. My dick
was throbbing. My nuts were hanging out and when his tongue hit
them, WOW! I had to pull the rest out. I did and he licked it
as if he had done it before. He licked my balls, started at the
base of my dick and worked to the head. At one point, he took it
all into his mouth as if he were sucking it. He licked it and
gnawed until I couldn't stand it any longer. I stretched out
both legs, held his head and shot my load. He continued licking
at the head and caught every drop. He ate it all with a hungry
look in his eyes. I had a gay dog and he really treated his owner
with pure pleasure. We became even better friends right then,
'cause we gave each other a lot of pleasure. That was the
beginning of a new type of relationship between us.
Approximately two weeks went by without any happenings. We ran
around as if nothing ever happened, although in the back of my
mind I was worried about him jumping on my leg while out on an
outing. It didn't ever happen, though!
After two weeks went by, he and I were in the workshop late in
the evening. As always, the door was locked on the inside. Since
it was late, the rest of the family was already in bed, so there
wasn't a chance of anyone knocking at the door.
I was hard at work with a riding mower and had nothing else on
my mind. I was leaning over the seat, working on the gear box
that drives the rear wheels. It was apparent that Sarge had
other things on his mind, though. He walked over to me and licked
me on the back of my neck a couple of times. I reached up and
patted him on the top of the head and said, "That's a good boy!"
He went over and sat down while I continued to work. A few
minutes later he came back over to me. I was still leaning over
the seat, then all of a sudden, he reared up, locked his front
feet under my arms and around my chest and started humping my
head. He was a powerful Shepherd and had me pinned over the
seat. I was off-balanced and had trouble trying to pull away.
When I put my hands on the ground and turned my head to push up,
his long pink dick started slapping me on the face. It was hard,
slick, and he was determined to get off with me again. He humped
hard, pulling me harder against his dick. His dick slapped
against my lips and thoughts of him on my dick a couple of weeks
earlier came to mind. His determination of hanging on so tightly
finally paid off. I slowly started to part my lips and his dick
was right on target. The heat, slickness, and length was turning
me on more and more. I finally opened and let him in, holding my
lips firmly over him.
That is what he was after! When it penetrated my hot lips, even
more came out of him length-wise. He was humping harder now and
I could feel and taste little spurts of pre-cum hitting the back
of my throat. The taste was rather strong, but sweet. He fucked
my mouth for about two to three minutes, maybe longer? Then he
swelled hugely and filled my mouth with what seemed to be a pint
of cum. The size of him was so big inside my mouth I couldn't
pull off him. I had no real choice of doing nothing but swallow
as fast as possible to keep from drowning. When he finally
relaxed, it was still swollen behind my teeth. I took him by the
rear and pulled off. He yelped fairly loud when my teeth scraped
across his tender dick. After he sat down, he began licking
himself, still entirely out from the swelling. As he licked
more, the swelling started to go down and returned back in. While
the sight of that was happening, I sat on the seat pulling my
hard dick out, taking my shorts all the way off. I began
stroking my own and Sarge looked at me. He seemed to smile at me
then got up and came over. He stuck his nose to my asshole,
sniffing then started licking. He tongued my asshole, then moved
to my balls and on to my hard shaft. I moved my hand and he went
to work in an experienced manner. For some reason, this time he
spent a lot of time licking and nosing my asshole. This was
beginning to feel great, then he moved back to the balls and
shaft. I lasted approximately five minutes, then I shot my load.
The first hit him on the nose, then he moved directly to the
head. Um, just as if he knew where the best feeling was. He
lapped at my dick's head ferociously while I milked every drop
out for my total pleasure and for his returned pleasure. After
that experience, I really began to wonder if he was a
reincarnated gay male. This Shepherd knew the right was of
giving pleasure and was even more determined on the right ways to
get it, too! The more I thought about it, the more convinced I
was that he was a gay male in another life.
A few nights later we had our last and final experience. I went
to the shop because it needed to really be cleaned badly after
months of neglect. The workbench and shelves were a total wreck.
I cleaned the top bench off and the top shelf and only the the
bottom shelf needed to be finished. It was a super hot evening
and I was sweating more than usual because of it. I didn't have
a shirt on and was wearing a loose (baggy) pair of gym shorts. I
sweated so bad that my shorts were totally soaked.
Not thinking of anything except cleaning, I knelt down on all
fours and started straightening the bottom shelf. That is where
I kept motor oil, gear lube, hard grease (for what needed heavy
grease) and Vaseline for the things needing a lighter type of
lube.
I spent a few minutes cleaning. Sarge came up behind me and
started smelling and nosing my asshole through the shorts. The
first thing I thought about was him jumping on me, trying to fuck
me. We had been through a couple of experiences, which he kept a
secret, so I thought, "Why not?" At least try, anyway.
I reached for the Vaseline and greased my asshole up, loosening
it up by forcing two fingers inside. I took Sarge and got him
riled up, taking a hold of his dick. It wasn't long before he
reared up on my back and his dick was slapping against my
asshole. I reached between my legs, stroking him to a hard hard-
on, then squeezed him inside me. He was getting real excited
now. He humped so hard that at times his back feet were coming
off the ground. He was fucking me long and hard! His dick felt
like a brass furnace inside me. Going deeper and deeper with
every hump. While he was wrapped around me with his front legs,
it was as if he was giving me a reach-around (like a true gay
male). The excitement of him fucking my ass and stroking my dick
was great. Not thinking of anything except the feeling at the
time, it wasn't long before I shot all over my stomach; long,
thick streams; one hitting my chin. Right when that excitement
was finished for me, he began to get off as well. Forgetting
about the massive swelling when he got off, my asshole began to
hurt. He was cumming deep in my ass and the swelling was
stretching me out. I was filling fast with both cum and swelling.
The pain was getting worse and I wasn't sure if it was from the
amount of cum or the swelling. I finally felt the cum subsiding,
but the swelling stayed. I felt as if I had been given a gallon
of fluid in an enema. He had gotten off inside me; I had gotten
off as well, but the swelling was still there. We were stuck as
two Shephards; me, on all fours; him, trying to pull out. His
dick swollen as a balloon in my ass where the air couldn't get
out. At one point, he turned from my back, trying to walk away
and pull out. I had both my legs holding him to me. I held him,
lying on my stomach for what seemed to be hours. In about 20
minutes, the pressure of the cum finally pushed him out. Damn!
What a relief it was! We had both gotten off once again, but the
pain was more than I wanted. That was the end of our sexual
relationship. It had been exciting and new experiences for the
time being. A couple of days after that, I sold him to be a
watch dog for a service station and avoided going around there.
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