Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: nevyn@nahwaer.nacjack.gen.nz (Nevyn)
Subject: Mark. (Fiction, by Nevyn) (M, dog)
Date: 21 May 94 17:42:39 GMT

				 Mark
				  by
				Nevyn

	Anyone here think computers are bad for your sex life? I have
found mine enhanced since I began corresponding on Bulletin Boards.
Here is something that would never have happened if not for the BBSs.

	On the BBS, I am in regular correspondence via private mail
with several users. The most commonly asked question is: "How much in
the stories you write is really true?" The answer is: Everything
except the names of the people involved.

	One lad wasn't convinced. I'll call him Mark, to protect his
identity (as long as he keeps playing the game, of course. Right
Mark?). We corresponded back and forth a bit, but I couldn't convince
him of the authenticity of my stories. (I mean, doesn't EVERYONE know
what it's like to have their dick inside a dogs cunt?).

	Eventually I suggested he visit my farm, and meet the animals
for himself. A few weeks of exchanges followed whereby he managed to
convince me he was trustworthy, and not a member of our beloved law
enforcement establishment. Mark was quite keen to be the only BBSer to
actually meet me and Heather, so we arranged a weekend for him to
visit. Armed with a map (my farm is quite difficult to find. There are
about a thousand side roads to take after you leave the Southern
Motorway), and my phone number in case he got hopelessly lost, Mark
made his way to my farm.

	My first surprise was that he was riding a 50cc mo-ped.
Christ, it must have taken him hours to get way the hell out here. My
second surprise, when he removed his helmet; he was only 16 years old.
Less than half my age! I guess I had been expecting someone about 19-
20ish.

	After introductions all round, we went inside and sat in the
lounge. We were all a little nervous, no-one really knew what to say
so the conversation was a little stilted. We made a bit of small-
talk, and Heather produced some ice-cold cans of Coke. Finally I
offered to show Mark around the farm; introduce him to some of the
animals. It was quite fun. I am as proud as hell of my wee hobby farm,
and Mark was genuinely interested in the layout; all the work I had
put into it.

	At the end of the tour I asked Mark if he still doubted the
authenticity of my stories.

	"Well, your farm is described fairly accurately, but that
still doesn't mean you get it off with the animals. I mean, you might
just be using the layout of your farm, and making the rest up."

	He had me there. "Would it convince you if I jerked Hamlet off
and let you watch?"

	"You'd do that?" he asked, almost wide-eyed.

	"Sure." I tightened my lips and whistled piercingly. Hamlet
came bounding down from the house to the orchard where Mark and I were
waiting. He snuffled at Mark, becoming acquainted with his smell, and
I could see Mark was awed at his shear size.

	"My God! He's HUGE!"

	"You ain't seen nothin' yet. Incidentally, you aren't afraid
of dogs are you?" I thought to ask a little belatedly

	"No, I love dogs. I always wanted a Rottweiler, but my parents
don't like animals. I'll have to get one when I leave home. He's
beautiful, but I just wasn't expecting the sheer size of him." Mark
put his arms around Hamlet's neck and hugged him. When standing
straight, Hamlet's shoulders are about equal with my hips, and his
nose would poke me in the chest. Many are the times he's put his paws
on the top of the six foot high fence to look over at visitors.

	"Yes, he is beautiful. O.K., now watch closely," I switched to
an outrageous French accent, "I shall do zis only once."

	Mark stepped back a little, and I began to caress my dog, over
his muscular chest, down his back, and his legs. Hamlet wagged his
tail in anticipation of the coming pleasure. I crouched next to him
and ran one of my hands down his belly to his sheath. The other down
his back, over his rump, to fondle his nuts between his thighs.
Almost at the first touch of my hand to his sheathed dick, he began
getting hard. Normally I would leave his sheath covering the huge
swelling that is the base of his dick, while I jerked him off. But for
Mark I pulled his sheath right back till his full length was exposed.

	Hamlet humped his hips forward, driving his bright red meat
into my hand. His dick was fully engorged, a full seven inches of
pulsing flesh, with a lump nearly the size of a closed fist at its
base. I heard Mark's low whistle of surprise.

	"Holy shit. He IS that big! I thought you were exaggerating in
your stories. But man oh man, that's the longest prick I've ever
seen."

	I glanced at Mark, and saw his jeans stretched at the crotch
with the strain of his own growing hardon. So, this was getting him
horny huh? Perhaps a fellow animal lover in the making? I rubbed
Hamlet's dick at the base still covered by the sheath, and tweaked the
pointed end. Abruptly Hamlet's dick pulsed, and a jet of clear fluid
squirted to splash onto my thighs. Another spurt, and another as
Hamlet climaxed. Mark was unconsciously rubbing the front of his jeans
as he watched in fascination at Hamlet's release.

	Head hanging low, and eyes half closed from the pleasure,
Hamlet stood, not humping now, but still the odd spurt of semen
squirting onto the ground. I spat onto my hand and gently applied the
moisture to his shaft. When Mark look at me quizzically, I explained:
"Normally I leave his sheath covering his dick when I jerk him off.
But when it's exposed, I have to keep it moist or else it dries out
and causes him pain when he tries to retract it."

	Mark nodded his understanding and spat into his own hand to
help. As he touched the sensitive tip of Hamlet's dick, he was
rewarded with a fresh volley of squirts of dog-cum that splashed into
his hand. His attention was totally absorbed by his own actions of
caressing Hamlet's dick. He almost seemed disappointed when Hamlet's
hardon finally began to subside back into its sheath and Hamlet lay
down to lick at his genitals.

	Now, I expected Mark to say something along the lines of: `Oh,
err, I gotta go now. Bye.' and rush off. I mean, I guess he had the
proof he wanted, and was going to suffer a major guilt trip for
touching a dogs dick (naughty, naughty, mustn't ever do that you
horrid little boy, etc.). But I was in for my third surprise.

	"That was incredible. I couldn't believe I was actually
stroking his dick. Thank you for showing me that." He paused and
looked slightly sheepish, "Umm, would it be possible for me to, you
know, be alone with your other dog? Xanth?" He was unconsciously
rubbing his crotch again. "I mean, if that's cool with you. If it
isn't, I'll just go now, `kay?"

	Well! How about that! "Xanth means a lot to me. We are, in the
most sincere sense, lovers," a sudden thought struck me, "You're a
virgin, aren't you?"

	Mark dropped his eyes. "Yes."

	"You realize you would be losing your virginity to an animal.
A dog."

	"Yes." He looked back up at me, defiantly. "Didn't you say in
one of your stories that you lost your virginity to a calf?"

	Had me again. "Are you really sure you would like to?"

	"Yes please. But on my own. Without you or Heather watching?
You'd let me?"

	"O.K. Why not. Xanth is clean, and I guess she's not going to
catch anything from you. If you want you can use a condom. Let's get
back to the house then. Lead Hamlet back for me." Marks eyes fairly
lit up when I agreed.

	We met Heather back at the house, and she raised an eyebrow at
me questioning. I winked back at her and smiled. She would find out
all. Mark I led upstairs to the games room, and returned to fetch
Xanth.

	Heather stopped me in the lounge, "You aren't making him do
anything against his will are you?"

	"No!" I must have looked shocked, "He ASKED me to let him
screw Xanth!"

	"Seriously? Well. Is he in the games room? Are you going to
video him?"

	Ah. Now there is something I forgot to mention. I have a
wonderful mirror along one whole wall of the games room. From the room
side, it does wonders for the sex-drive. I mean, it is kind of erotic
to watch yourself screwing in front of a mirror. But it also has
another side. Actually the mirror is part of a partition that divides
the room into the main games room, and a smaller observation room,
darkened to see through the one-way glass. Setup behind the mirror is
a Video8 camera on a tripod, and a chair for the camera operator to
sit in.

	The games room itself is furnished quite well. With various
platforms, harnesses, shackles, rigs, and even a set of old-style,
wooden stocks I built one raining weekend. Around the walls was
assorted paraphernalia - oils, toys - I guess over the course of my
stories I will describe most of it.

	Mark was examining the furnishings with keen interest when I
returned with Xanth. She wagged her tail enthusiastically when she saw
Mark. She loves everyone and everything, and they quickly became
acquainted. I pointed out to Mark some of the practical features of
the room.

	"Xanth was designed at the wrong height. When you go to screw
her, she is too high to kneel behind, and too low to stand up straight
behind. You can bend your knees and half crouch behind her - I do that
outdoors when I screw her - but that is very hard on your leg muscles.
So I built this platform for her to stand on while you screw her. I've
found it best if you put one of your feet up on the platform next to
her, and hook her tail over the top of your leg. I'll leave the rest
up to you. Take your time, and have fun, and when you're through,
bring her down into the lounge. Got all that?"

	"I think so. Hey, thanks very much."

	"My pleasure. One last thing," I looked down at Xanth, and
smiled fondly, "be nice to her. I love her and don't want her hurt."
I scratched the top of her head.

	"Sure."

	From my vantage point behind the mirror I watched Mark and
Xanth, with the camera running almost silently. Heather was downstairs
in the kitchen making work sounds; she would get to see the video
later. I could see Mark talking to Xanth, but I couldn't make out what
he was saying. (Remind me to wire in a microphone somewhere in there,
one day) He stroked her head and ran his hands over her sleek coat. I
could see by the love in his eyes that he was a true animal lover too.
And, by the way Xanth was snuffling at him and wagging her tail, she
could see it too.

	Mark quickly shed his clothes and draped them over the stocks.
It's funny what effect a full sized mirror will have for some people;
he posed in front of the mirror (and therefore straight in front of my
camera) and flexed his underdeveloped muscles. Then he ran his hands
down his body and rubbed them over his genitals. His prick was
standing straight out - I suspect it had been hard since he first
walked onto my farm. He was admiring his developing body in the
mirror, uncannily looking straight at me, although I know that it is
near impossible to see anything through the mirror from his side.

	Xanth wandered up to him and snuffled at his prick, which
bobbed in response. Mark scratched her head, and was quite surprised
when she abruptly walked off and mounted the platform herself, tail
toward him, looking back with her soft eyes. She has been well trained
in that particular exercise!

	Tenderly Mark knelt beside her and ran one of his hands down
her belly, stimulating her nipples. He had his back to me at this
point, but I think he was rubbing his own nipples in unison. He hugged
her, wrapping both arms around her chest and pressing his hardon
against her silky fur, then walked back around behind her. This put
him side-on to the camera, giving me an excellent view. I hoped he
would put his left leg up onto the platform, not his right, so I would
actually be able to use the cameras zoom to see his prick entering
Xanth.

	He tentatively lifted her tail with one hand and stooped to
look at his target. You have to understand that he had never seen a
vagina of any sort before, and had to become familiar with the
territory. His other hand carefully stroked up her legs toward her
entrance, feeling the area. I zoomed in slightly and saw one of his
fingers slip slightly in Xanth's lubrication, entering her a little.
He pulled his hand back and looked at the glistening wetness of the
clear fluid on his fingertip. With a quick glance around to make sure
no-one was looking, he brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed,
then hesitantly tasted it with his tongue. I don't know what he was
expecting, but he shrugged his shoulders non-committally and returned
his hand to Xanth's pussy. His cock was visibly pulsing with desire to
fuck. I bet his balls were aching something terrible.

	Again he fingered her pussy. He was exploring with his fingers
around the lips covered in velvet fur, determining the feel of her
cunt, probably re-playing some of my stories in his mind, his only map
of where to go from here.

	Suddenly Xanth bucked her hips down as his exploring fingers
pressed on her clitoris, and Mark jumped back with surprise, letting
her tail drop. He giggled nervously and approached her again, lifting
her tail and re-inserting his fingers. She bucked her hips again, but
Mark kept his fingers steady and she humped several times before he
withdrew them. The wetness extended right up two of his fingers this
time.

	With care, he smeared her juices over his own dick, and it
mingled with his own juice oozing out the end, so his cock was well
lubed. Then he tried to enter her. It was clumsy at first; her tail
kept getting in the way, and he began to look frustrated. But he
remembered my advice and put his foot (his left foot, wahoo!) up on
the platform next to her back feet, and draped her tail over his leg.
This left both his hands free to help with the initial insertion. It
was all I could do to keep the camera steady, randy as I was, as I
watched him hold his prick with his right hand and her hip with his
left hand, and gradually push his dick into Xanth. I could clearly see
her cuntlips part as his meat pushed into her, closing around the head
and slipping right down his shaft.

	Ahhh, the sweet look of ecstasy on his face as he pushed into
her with his head back, and a fierce grin on his face. Roughly,
almost, he pulled back and pumped into her, driving his dick hard into
her warm body again and again. Each time he pulled back I could
clearly see the glint of lubrication along his shaft, and as he pushed
forward, Xanth would hump her hips down as the driving meat stimulated
her. His fingers were digging into her hips as the tempo of their
fucking increased.

	The passion of this young laddie was so intense! He was
pummelling into Xanth for all he was worth. I pulled the zoom back
slightly to take in the whole scene.

	With a cry that I could hear through the glass Mark started to
pump cum into her as he orgasmed. His face twisted almost into a
rictus of agony, and he hauled back on her hips, forcing his dick as
deep into her as he could. Then he held her there, him leaning
slightly back, head back, eyes closed, mouth open, dick as far into
that warm hole as possible, spurting gouts of cum as he lost his
virginity.

	The moment seemed to stretch for minutes. Then he fell forward
and hugged Xanth fiercely over her back, dick still inside her. With
his cheek pressed against her back, I could see there were tears in
his eyes. Until finally he pulled back, dick now limp, with a small
drool of semen dripping from the end. Xanth, I knew, had not been
satisfied (guess I'll just have to see to that myself a little later)
but Mark had been deeply fulfilled. He sat next to her and hugged her
neck for long minutes. She stood there wagging her tail slightly and
nuzzling his ear. It was a very emotional moment for them both.

	Then Mark began re-dressing, so I quickly exited and went to
meet Heather in the lounge. After a few minutes, Mark came down the
stairs leading Xanth.

	"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked innocently

	"Oh man. Oh man, that was unbelievable. I didn't even imagine
it would be that good." He looked down at Xanth, and I could see such
love in his eyes. It was so beautiful.

	"Would you like a memento of the occasion?" I tossed the video
cassette to him.

	"You videoed me? Is this the only copy?" I nodded yes to both
questions. Mark looked thoughtful for a bit. "Nah. You keep it. I
don't like the way I look on video anyway. Keep it as payment." He
tossed it back.

	"Mark. I have a favor to ask."

	He looked a little puzzled. "Sure, anything you want."

	"I would like to write about you for Alt.Sex.Bestiality. I
would keep your identity secret; change a couple of minor details. In
return, you have to promise not to let anyone know where my farm is,
or any other details about this place. O.K.?"

	"Sure. Why not? I'd be sort of famous, I guess."

Nevyn, in the flesh.