Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: mccarr@vccnw05.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Robin)
Subject: A Boy And His Dog
Date: 29 May 1993 13:51:08 GMT

Hello again. Here's a story I've been meaning to relay to the
newsgroup. It took me a while to finally sit down and transpose it to
text; it was a pretty special moment in my life. For the sake of my
brothers and my parents who would weep to read this, if they didn't
know about it already, their names are expunged from the story.

			  A Boy And His Dog

	We used to play a lot of frisbee in our front yard; back and
forth across our slate sidewalk. Our mother complained about us
killing the grass with our running around but we pleaded with her that
there was too much poison ivy in our designated play field.

	One day, I was around eleven at the time and my two younger
brothers nine and seven respectively, we were happily tossing the
frisbee back and forth across the front lawn. We had to be sure not to
let it land on the ground, for our dog Mackie would tear up and snatch
it from us then drag it to the furthest corners of our property and
chew it full of holes.

	On this occasion we had stopped playing frisbee for a time and
Mackie lay contented some distance away. The sun danced on his deep
golden red coat as his tongue slipped in and out of his mouth with
each breath, trying to cool himself on such a warm day. He seemed to
be watching us to make sure we didn't get into any trouble. Done with
frisbee we started playing leap frog. That didn't last long before the
game became `let's act like dogs and chase Mackie around the yard
barking and yapping as we go'. We chased him around for some time
until we grew tired. Still on all fours Mackie curiously sniffed my
brother's rear end. We thought this was funny.

	Then he leapt up on my brother's back. My brother quickly
slipped out from under him, starring up at the dog quizzically. This
soon became a game and we would get on all fours, wait for Mackie to
sniff us, then stand on our back, then we would turn around and dance
with the dog, the dog then standing on only two feet. We did this on
several occasions.

	It was not until later that I began to puzzle why Mackie did
what he did. Surely Mackie did not want to dance, dogs aren't cut out
for that sort of thing. So, the next time it happened I watched more
closely. It wasn't long before we tired of frisbee and returned to
dance-with- the-dog.

	As this began I noticed, perhaps the first time, Mackie's
sheath positioned in close proximity to my brother's rear end. I soon
lured Mackie on to my back and noticed something poking around in my
hind quarters. I reached back with my hand to feel a warm wet
protrusion poking at my fingers. The sensation startled me and I
quickly stood up. It didn't take me long before my childish curiousity
took over and concocted the idea to lead Mackie into the woods where I
could find out what he was after.

	It was later that afternoon that I decided to seduce Mackie.
My brothers were contently playing indoors and my mother was inside
taking care of the house in some fashion. I decided it was the perfect
time. I ran up to Mackie outside and got him running around," Come on
Mackie, you want to go for a walk, huh?, come on, let's go." We ran
straight for the woods along a trail that my father cut to retrieve
lumber for our wood stove. I stopped to consider an isolated area.

	Mackie tore right past me and began exploring up by the steep
hill face behind our property. I walked down between the tall Red
pines just below a short drop off in the hill. I looked towards the
house, and was content that I could not see it from where I was. I
called to Mackie. He quickly came down from where he was and ran up to
me, tail wagging happily and panting. I soon got on all fours with
some trepidation, but with a great deal of excitement. I unbuttoned
and unzipped my tight blue jeans and began walking away from him on my
hands and knees keeping my hind-end high in the air. He began to sniff
at my rear-end curiously and perhaps anxiously. I soon resolved to go
all the way and pull my pants down to the ground. I waited for what
seemed like minutes as I anxiously awaited whatever he had in mind for
my small white frame.

	I wonder what was going through his head as he considered my
standing there. Almost as if he resolved to do it, suddenly the beast
within him rose to the occasion and he was upon me. I felt his hairy
sheath slip teasingly along the base of my ball sack. His claws dug
pleasantly into my boney back. I could feel his dogness grow and begin
to wet the area between my anus and my testicles. It became a poking,
as he slowly guided his thrusting up towards my anus, exploring for a
way in.

	I can not relate the feeling of his penis as it found my hole
and began fervently reaming it. His thrusting became more pronounced
and rigorous as it slipped deeper and deeper into my bowels. I was
entranced by his dancing until I heard my youngest brother call out to
me.

	In a panic I quickly stood up and ruined what might have been.
I do not recall Mackie's response but it must have been one of severe
disappointment. I quickly replaced my pants and began nervously
buttoning them afraid of what my brother might have seen. I cleverly
exclaimed, "wait a minute, I'm taking a pee." I saw him pause as I
finished fastening my pants. If I could relive that experience at
least I would have jerked him off. A simple pleasure it seems only
humans, monkeys and dolphins can enjoy.

-Christopher Robin

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