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Rocky the Dog
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Rocky
Once, many summers ago, George, our nextdoor neighbor put up
a tent in his backyard. He was the father of two children that I
babysat for. He said he wanted to air it out. I was about 13. A
few months previously George got a German shepherd pup, Rocky.
Rocky was about 10 months old. He lived in a doghouse about 15
feet away from the tent. There was also Lenny. Everyone was
talking about Lenny jacking-off dogs. He never denied it -- to
everyone's surprise he defended it. I can't remember the
reasoning, but it was special. I knew there was no defense for it
-- he was a pervert.
Let's see what we have. A boy, a dog, a tent, and an idea. My big
brother and I slept in the tent together for about a week. He was
staying at a friend's house one night so I stayed in the tent alone.
I don't know exactly when the idea of masturbating Rocky came
into my mind but I suddenly found myself kneeling beside a
sleeping Rocky. I pet him and crooned to him as he lay there, eyes
open and tail thumping. I pet him on the head and down his
flanks, speaking softly as I did so. I stroked his smooth belly and
found his Cockskin. I began to stroke it like I liked to stroke my
own meat. I could see the head begin to peek out of its sheath. I
continued to stroke and felt for the first time the knob every dog
has behind its stiffened dick. Rocky's back arched and he began
to hump into my hand. With him humping and me stroking it
wasn't long before he began squirting. The liquid was thin and
watery, not like my sperm at all. There was a lot of it. I petted
Rocky until he lay down again. I went back to the tent. I did this
every night until school started, some-times even with my
brother sleeping next to me in the tent. You can laugh, but Rocky
and I became lovers. This is how it was: When I'd walk into
George's yard Rocky would see me. If I walked directly up to him
he would already have a hard-on. If I pointed my finger at him
from across the yard he knew I wasn't going to do anything and
he'd lay down again. I wonder if you can imagine how it felt to
know I wasn't taking advantage of a dumb brute. I mean, if he was
hard before I touched him it must have meant he liked it as much
as I did. Right? It really thrilled me when I'd kneel down and
feel a hardening knot already there. I knew he liked it.
He would sometimes lick my face a time or two while I jacked
him off. There was an abandoned house next to George's. It was
three stories high and had a huge back porch. Just off the porch
was a pantry. Rocky and I played there often. I'd give a soft
whistle while hidden from George's house and when Rocky would
see me & all I'd have to do was pat my thigh and he'd come
running. I'd pet him for a few minutes and then get down to
business. My pants would be down and I'd stroke myself off as I
stroked Rocky. Once Rocky compliantly lay still in the tall grass
surrounding that house while I fucked my cock along the warm
skin of his belly. I came all over him and he came shortly
thereafter. Several times I would let him mount me and the feel
of his cock pushing all around my asshole would make me cum
spontaneously. He never entered me but he always came,
squirting his come between my legs and on my ass.
One fall afternoon when I knew I would be alone for a long time I
sneaked Rocky into my mom and dad's house. I brought him into
the bathroom, the only room with a lock on the door. I took off my
pants and shoes and turned to Rocky. He was already getting hard
and it took only a few strokes of my hand to get him really hard.
I knelt over the bathtub and Rocky readily mounted me, his feet
not just draped over my back, but gripping my waist and pulling
as he tried to thrust his cock into me. For the first time I
reached between my legs and aimed his cock right at my virgin
hole, helping him to find his way into me. He found his way in, all
right. That big cock of his rammed right into me -- and so did
that huge knob behind his cock. He began to fuck me like a dog
gone mad. I mean he was hammering into me at about 100 strokes
a minute. His front paws were gripping me and his rear flanks
were smashing into my ass, making slapping noises as he hurried
to cum in me. After a minute or so he did cum in me, but the
ride didn't stop there. He continued resting across my back as
though nothing had happened, as though he wasn't quite finished.
Every few moments he would grip me a little tighter around the
waist and push his cock into me a little deeper. After about five
minutes of this he began to fuck me again. Like the first time, he
just hammered away at me, but my butt was sore and raw, so I
tried to shake him off me and stand up. He growled at me and
nipped me lightly on the ear. That was enough for me.
I leaned there and let him fuck me again. I'd heard plenty of dogs
growl before, but none as fiercly as that. He continued to fuck me
without letup until he came again. I wondered if he was through
with me, and I risked rising up from my kneeling position,
straightening my back but still on my knees. There was no growl
from Rocky and shortly after that his cock slipped from my
ravaged hole. I got dressed and sneaked Rocky back home. After
that, my finger pointing didn't make Rocky lie down. He'd follow
me like a pal until he knew we were in a place where we'd be
sure to be unseen and then he'd try to trip me. He'd step between
my legs and stop or he'd nip at me feet until I'd get down on my
hands and knees with my pants around my ankles and let him
mount me. It was always hurried and surreptitious, as though
Rocky knew that what we were doing was wrong, and we'd have
to keep it secret. Nevertheless, he'd fuck me every chance he'd
get. Before Christmas that year George and his family moved
away, taking Rocky with them. That ended that. The following
spring I made friends with a guy that had a Malemute named
Wolf, but that's a different story. In subsequent years there was
Sonny, Toby, and a dog whose name I never knew -- perhaps I'll
tell those tales later.
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