My Friend Brutus Disclaimer. This story contains graphic details of sex between a dog and me (a male) at age 13. If this offends you, then please do not read it. If this story's contents are illegal in your area then please do not read it. This story was not meant to be offensive to anyone, but simply as a way for me to relive and enjoy a wonderful time in my life and to share it with those who also enjoy this lifestyle. If you do find this story enjoyable, please feel free to drop me a line and let me know. My email address is Keldric@hotmail.com Part 1 I was 13 years old and coming home from school. The school I attended was only about a half mile from my house so when school let out I would simply gather my books from my locker and start walking. School was over at 3 and the walk home took about 10 minutes, and since my Dad worked till 4:15 and my Mom worked till 5:30, I had some private time. I had been allowed to come home alone and not have to worry about any sitters since I was 12. This private time I had every afternoon was my favorite time of the day, my time to just do whatever I wanted to do in a house all alone. Naturally, since puberty had started a couple of years ago, most of my private time was spent getting myself off. I always lusted after girls, but I had discovered that playing with my ass gave me very great pleasure. Over the period of one and a half years, I had tried various things including fingers and small rounded objects which were around the house and were never intended for such purposes but worked well. My 2 favorite items had become the top of my bedpost, which was a small wooden ball, and a bell handle. They both had disadvantages though. The bedpost was not removable (and I liked to masturbate better if sitting or lying down) and the bell handle was too thin and if I moved quickly the bell rang. I also had access to a small workshop which my Dad used for projects. I had made a few things there, but the only one which I really liked was a piece of rounded wood about 9 inches long. It was far too large to fit in my ass, but with a saw, a sander, and patience, I had managed to carve 3 progressively bigger balls on the end and I enjoyed these a lot. My only problem was where to keep this. I can see an incredible amount of embarrassment for a girl if her parents were to find her dildo as a teen, but to be a teenage boy and to have your homemade anal dildo found by your Baptist parents. I think death would be much preferred. After one particularly horrifying day where my Mother actually saw it, but fortunately for me didn't realize what it was, I decided it wasn't worth the risk and it became firewood. Well, I continued on my quest for the feeling I was looking for and the satisfying orgasm. Don't get me wrong, I would find a way to cum every day in which I wasn't trying to build something for the next day. Hell, I would sometimes cum two and occasionally 3 times in my hour and 5 minutes of privacy. But I was constantly on the quest for a harder orgasm and having my ass aroused always made the orgasms more intense. This continued until one February evening. I was following my usual routine of walking home and imagining what I could do to myself today when I noticed something strange at my house. It looked like a pile of coal on the doorstep. When I got close enough, I realized it was a dog. When I got about 10 feet away he raised his head and looked at me. He looked like he had not eaten in a while. You could see his ribs even through his thick coat of black fur. I approached him cautiously but he was friendly, just hungry. I went inside, got some bread, some bologna, and a bowl full of water, and brought them out to him. He devoured the bologna first, then drank some water, then hungrily finished off the bread. As he stood there eating, I was able to really look him over. Good coat of fur, no mange. He had quite long hair (about the length of a golden retriever), but it was jet black. He was a big dog, about the size of a small Great Dane. I had owned 2 other dogs before. They were both beagles. Unfortunately one had been run over and the other had been poisoned by someone in the neighborhood. Both of these events had happened when I was about 8. Since that time my parents had offered to get me another dog, but I had not wanted any more. This one, however, I instantly liked. He quickly finished the food and looked at me for more. I thought I would get him some more food and since he seemed so friendly I decided we could at least go in the garage where it was warmer. I reached down for the bowl so I could refill it and walked inside, him eagerly following me. I took him inside the garage, left him and went in the house for some more food. I came back out and dropped some more bologna and some more bread in the dish. As he eagerly devoured the food, my mind wandered back to my still semi-hard cock and my quickly dwindling private time. I unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. A few minutes later, my hand working hard and my mind lost in some adolescent fantasy, I suddenly felt something very unexpected: He started licking my cock with his long black tongue. I thought I would fall down right them. I had never felt anything like that. Then before I could do anything he licked me again. I half collapsed and pushed him off of me but he was right back on me licking and it felt so damn good. Never in my life had I thought of sex and dogs in the same thought, but this felt so good that before I knew what I was doing I had turned around, found a chair, removed my pants, and sat down with my ass half off the front of the chair. As soon as I sat down 'Liiiiicccckkkk'. Holy shit! I lost myself. I was a cock being licked. No arms legs or torso... just a cock being licked. He continued to lick my cock and as I scooted closer toward him, he also licked my nutsack. Somewhere deep in my brain a single small voice whispered to me "bad idea". Somewhere in the same bliss my hand as if moving on its own, reached down and pulled my nutsack over to the side out of his way. At the time I did not think about it, I just did it. I also was pushing myself toward him more and more. I had no thoughts or anything now. I was just a feeling of pleasure without beginning or end. Then I suppose because I kept pushing myself closer and closer, he shot out that long black tongue of his and licked me from my ass to about halfway up my cock. Normally when I cum, I spurt. I've often spurted 2 or 3 feet when I have had myself really worked up. When I came then, I felt like my entire being contracted. Then he licked my ass again and I felt his tongue go partly in my asshole. I know I came for about 20 or 30 seconds, but it felt like I came for about 10 minutes. I discovered that dogs like cum and like licking humans in that area. They do not stop until you make them. This is great until the hypersensitivity of just having had the orgasm of your life kicks in, but you're too weak from the moment to move. I also discovered that at 13 years old, you can come two times in a row. He licked, I came, he licked more, I tried to stop him then stopped trying and came again. Somewhere about here I managed to grab his head and I was able to pull him down to a laying position with his head on my lap but away from my now quivering cock. I then felt something land on my face. I looked up and after a couple of seconds I realized what it was. As I said before it is not unusual for me to squirt 2 or 3 feet if I am very aroused, but never before (or since) have I managed to hit a 7 ft ceiling. Well, after I recovered a little I looked at my watch and realized that Dad would be getting home in about 10 minutes. I managed to get up, get my pants on, get the ceiling wiped off, and get him back outside. I went back into the house and got him some more food. As Dad pulled into the driveway, he was greeted by the sight of me feeding him and the barrage of "Can I keep him?" "Please?". End part 1