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