Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: dogstar@phantom.com (Patrick Macgregor)
Subject: One Boy's Story (m, dog)
Date: 19 May 1994 06:56:18 -0500

			   One Boy's Story
				  by
			    Pat MacGregor;

	As far as I know (or can remember), I have always been gay and
zoo. Not that I've always accepted it. I remember an incident when I
was five or six, going into a taxidermist's shop and feeling up a
stuffed cougar that was there to see if it had anything. I can
remember getting this weird thrill when I discovered that he did. I
remember once being mortified by my foster mother discovering some
sexy cartoons I had drawn at the tender age of twelve (two people
69ing) and wanting to sink through the floor as she questioned me
about it.

	As early as 1eleven I can remember getting so excited I could
hardly stand it whenever a woof would show the slightest sexual
interest in me. So many times I would be over at a friend's place and
their dog would start coming on to me. You know jumping up on me and
grabbing at my legs, or if he was a big dog, knocking me down and
trying to mount me. I can remember being so embarrassed because I
wanted doggy to do whatever it was that he was trying to do to me but
also I didn't want my friends to know how much I wanted and liked it.
For I knew without being told that this was something beyond the pale.
I can remember feeling such a weird mix of embarrassment, lust and
frustration. I'm sure a lot of my friends must have suspected my
interests (I don't know of anybody else who was the `victim' of so
many canine sexual attacks as I was. I had dogs coming at me left and
right)(wish that was still happening), but back then we just couldn't
talk about things like that and what would they have said anyway.
Certainly nothing positive.

	It wasn't until slightly before my fourteenth birthday that I
found myself alone in a semi-private place with a big dog who was
interested in me. It started out innocently enough. I was down at the
beach late one summer's evening with a few of my friends. We were all
playing Frisbee when this big German Shepherd came running up to us
wanting to play too. Nobody seemed to know to whom he belonged (I had
never seen him before and I knew almost every dog in the area), but he
was friendly enough and I could never say no to a friendly canine; so
we all took turns throwing the frisbee for him to chase.

	As the evening wore on, my friends left one by one until it
was just the dog and I who remained. I was getting pretty tired by
then and my arm was getting sore from all that throwing, so I plopped
down on the sand for a rest. As soon as my buns hit the sand, the dog
was all over me. No preliminaries or courtship behavior at all (though
perhaps he considered the `play' courtship), he just started trying to
mount and fuck me. He was really big, outweighing me by ten pounds or
so and strong. It was a real turn on to feel helpless in his paws.
Within a very short time I was as aroused as he was and I had decided
to let the nice doggy do to me what he so obviously wanted. I got on
my hands and knees and let him mount me. I could feel his dick poking
me through the cloth of my pants and shorts... it was so hot and sexy.
I got this real crazy rush about then, everything just went red and my
heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest I was so excited.
I didn't pause for niceties like lube or anything, I just wanted it...
now.

	I pulled down my pants and shorts and let him have me, right
there on the beach. He entered me with a rush, burying his knot on the
first thrust before it started to swell so there was little pain aside
from the shock of being entered so quickly. Then he started humping me
in earnest, battering me about most fiercely. As his knot swelled
within me the pain started to mount, though there was little I could
do about it by then. He was far too strong for me to push off or pull
away from and by then we were firmly locked together anyway. He kept
humping me harder and harder then crushed me to him with a powerful
grip as his cock started throbbing within me.

	I realized he was cumming in me. I was ecstatic... totally
gone on the sensation. When he finally dismounted I attempted to get
up which was when I realized that we weren't finished yet, we were
still tied. Now I had seen dogs copulate in the past, but somehow it
didn't occur to me that we'd be tied like that.

	Just imagine the terror and apprehension that coursed through
me as I thought of the various things which might happen... such as
being discovered or just simply being stuck with his dick in me
forever. Argh...

	I relaxed my ass as best I could and tried to squeeze him out
like his dick was a really big turd... I felt this painful tearing
sensation as he yipped and came free... his cum and my blood ran down
my legs in a flood... the pain was incredible... but still, I liked
it. It was then that I first got a good look at what had been in me
just moments before... he was huge... I mean really big... at least
eight inches in length and almost as thick as my wrist, the knot being
almost as big as a tennis ball... My mouth opened in a big `o' as I
gaped at what I had just been assaulted by... damn.

	Doggy came over to me and started licking the mess off my ass
and legs. As his tongue scraped over my poor abused asshole I
shuddered in pleasure as it blotted out the lancings of pain and
replaced them with a warm relaxed feeling... I collapsed on the sand
and let him minister to me as he wished. His tongue titillated and
tortured me for nearly five minutes until he had me as clean as I was
likely to get, then he went back to attend to his own toilet. I pulled
on my clothes and split for home as it was getting rather late by then
and I did have a curfew. It took quite a while to get there, and yes I
was walking funny.

	When I got home, I immediately went into the bathroom to check
myself out. There was a bit more blood in my shorts (I seeped blood
for three more days) and my ass was incredibly tender (taking a dump
was excruciating for the next four or five days), but the physical
discomforts didn't bother me that much... I was so turned on by what
had happened to me. I replayed the whole thing in my mind as I
masturbated and came more powerfully than I had in quite some time.
Spraying myself in the face and even getting a bit in my hair and on
the wall behind me. I never did see that particular dog again and
several years passed before I again had an opportunity to experience
`ruff sex'. When the opportunity came though, I was more than ready.

	That opportunity didn't come until I was well into my twenties
and wasn't as satisfying as the first one (a very nice Old English
Sheep dog filled my ass with his cum and piss, but that's another
story) though it was still exciting in the extreme. There were several
other experiences over the years. All of them single encounters (in
each case I never had a second experience with any of the dogs in
question). I wanted more, but it just wasn't happening.

	Then I met Kato and things changed. Kato was a German Shepherd
who belonged to a friend of mine named Bob. Now I was in the habit of
going over to his house on a fairly regular basis and staying the
night (no we weren't having sex, he's just a friend). Bob liked to
party fairly heavily and usually by midnight or so, I was fairly
stoned and unfit to be on the roads so I would usually crash on his
couch.

	Bob had had Kato for a long time by this point and he and I
were fairly friendly (he'd jump up on me and lick my face whenever I
came over and wouldn't let me get away without petting him and rubbing
his ears and belly), but up until then I hadn't ever thought of him in
a sexual way. My last experience had been several years previous and
as much as I had liked it, right then I was going through a non-sexual
phase. One night however; while I was over at my friend's place, all
this changed.

	Bob had scored some tremendous hashish and we were all flying.
Kato was there as always, friendly and playful. Kept on grabbing my
wrist with his mouth, wanting to wrestle. Gently (always so gently),
but insistent. It was as I remember a very hot night (high 90's and
very humid) so when I crashed out on Bob's couch, I didn't bother with
a sheet or undergarments. I just flopped out in the altogether, to be
awakened in the middle of the night with Kato busily licking my dick
and balls.

	Waking that way with Kato's mouth on my crotch completely blew
me away and aroused all those old feelings. In an instant I had an
erection like a steel post... I had to have him.

	Kato started licking my face. I opened my mouth and let him
thrust his tongue inside, our salivas mingling. He was really horny
that night. He put his forepaws up on the couch in back of my head so
that he was standing over me, his heavy sheathed penis swaying just
inches from my lips. About an inch of his cock protruded. A few drops
of hot clear fluid jetted onto my face. His male scent hung strong in
the air. I closed my lips over the tip of his cock and he started
wildly thrusting into my mouth, sending spurt after spurt of hot pre-
cum cascading down my throat. His knot was battering against my lips
demanding entrance. Finding none, he withdrew and dismounted.

	A moment later, he again put his forepaws on the couch, this
time trying to pull me off the couch and down to his level on the
floor. I feigned reluctance and then allowed him to draw me down. Kato
seemed to like to feel he was dominating me almost as much as I liked
being dominated by him. It was a game we would come to play many
times; but tonight was the first. He was masterful and slightly scary,
but I wanted him to take me however he would. He growled playfully as
if to say, "Now I have you!!"

	Now that I was on the floor he paused for a moment before
continuing. He stood there for a moment with his tail wagging slowly,
grinning his canine grin. He licked my face a couple of times and then
again mounted me, this time with my head towards his genitalia. Almost
before his forepaws were clasped about me he was frantically fucking
my eager mouth sending more hot salty-sweet jets down my throat. I
swallowed them eagerly trying to take as much of that potent tool into
my mouth as I dared. His balls slapped against my chin from the force
of his fucking. We continued on this way for many moments before he
slowed and again dismounted.

	There was a long pause. Kato lay down for a moment and licked
his cock and balls. Then he arose and again approached me, this time
from the rear. He stood by my side and licked me just behind the ear
as male dogs will often do to test if a bitch is willing to accept
further advances. The touch of his tongue drove me wild; I was so
eager, every nerve ending quivering with anticipation. My lover was
going to take me now and make me his.

	He stood behind me and licked my ass. I shuddered with
pleasure as that warm wide tongue scraped my asshole. He seemed to
know what I liked and what I so desperately needed. As my rectal
opening relaxed he licked more deeply and insistently. Then he mounted
me, his forepaws locking about my waist in a grip like iron sheathed
in hot fur. I could feel his cock; first stabbing against one
asscheek, then the other. Then he found my asshole and entered with a
single thrust. His licking had done its work well, there was no pain.
As he sank his incredibly warm tool into me he uttered a soft growl as
if to dare anyone to dispute his right to take this bitch.

	I was in ecstasy. My doggie daddy had me now and I was truly
his. His grip about my waist tightened as he started fucking me. He
was so excited, I knew he would cum soon. I could feel his balls
slapping against my ass. I could feel his cock starting to swell. I
felt a brief moment of anxiety as I felt his knot slip past my anal
sphincter. There was no turning back now. His thrusting became more
powerful as his cock swelled in my ass. He was shoving me about on the
floor so strong were his movements. His rasping breath deepened to a
hoarse grunting as he neared his climax. His cock continued to swell.
Suddenly he clutched me to him with grip that forced the air from my
lungs with a soft whoosh and made red flashes dance before my eyes. I
could feel his cock throb and jerk as he pumped his seed into me. I
reeled, nearly falling over from the force of his orgasm. He hung
there for a long moment quivering before he slipped off me to finally
stand there panting as we stood there tush to tush.

	Many moments passed. I could feel spurt after spurt of
tremendously warm doggy cum flood my ass. There was so much of it that
some of it trickled out past the tie and dripped audibly on the floor.
After what seemed to be an endless time, his dick slipped out of my
ass with a squelching plop. Cum ran down my legs in a flood as I
collapsed to the floor completely spent. Kato retired a couple of
paces to clean himself as I lay on the floor drawing one shuddering
breath after another.

	After a few moments, Kato came over to me and started licking
my well-fucked ass. It felt even better than before. After he had
cleaned me thoroughly he tried to roll me over on my back with his
paws. I eagerly complied. As I lay there on my back (me being ever the
submissive bitch) he started avidly licking my cock and balls. I
reached down to jerk myself off but he gently but firmly took my hand
in his mouth as if to say, "No, we're going to do it MY way." I
relaxed and let him do as he wished.

	His licking was excruciatingly delicious. I could feel my
balls starting to tighten as orgasm roared upon me with freight train
speed and unstoppability. Suddenly I came, shooting spurt after spurt
on my chest and into my face. Kato was all over me; licking it off,
paying special attention to my face and mouth. I opened my lips to
allow his eagerly licking tongue entrance. I could taste both of our
seminal fluids as I gratefully French kissed him. Then he lay down
beside me and laid his muzzle on my chest. I rubbed his ears for a
moment then slowly drifted off to sleep...

	Thus began an affair that lasted nearly two years, during
which time I came to know and love Kato's many moods and faces. There
were nights when he'd practically rape me before I could get my
clothes off. Other times he'd be coy wanting to be cajoled and coaxed,
making me beg for it. On still other occasions when he wasn't feeling
sexual, he would snuggle with me and and we would wind up sleeping on
the rug together, using each other as a pillow. Always he was sweet
and loving, seeming never to tire of being near me. I could have gone
on like that forever, but time passes and changes all.

	Bob found a really nice piece of property in Florida and moved
there, taking Kato with him. That was almost three years ago. Just
recently I visited them there. Kato was glad to see me (as always),
but he wasn't the same happy go lucky stud puppy that I had come to
know and love here in New York.

	Father time had come to sit with him and had rested his bony
hand on his shoulder. Kato was now nearly nine years old, not
fantastically old for a dog but getting up there for a Shepherd. Still
friendly and loving as ever, but moving a lot more slowly. He would
happily lick me for hours, but mounting me was beyond him. His back
was starting to go. Spending time with him was a joy tempered with
frustration; but it was with a sigh of sorrow as I said farewell to
Bob and Kato to return to NYC, for I still loved the dog even though
what we once had would never be again.