Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2017 14:55:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Fourteen Again - Dog Days Fourteen again by badboi666 =============================================================================== This story is - guess what! - fantasy. If sex with boys and dogs isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with a Labrador, a 14-year-old and a 13-year-old then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Remember the three things: 1 Cum 2 Wipe 3 Donate =============================================================================== Dog Days New readers will need something by way of introduction. Fourteen Again is a long series of Chapters filed under Adult/Youth. It might be helpful if an edited version of the first paragraphs of Chapter 1 are reprinted here. ****** When I woke on the morning of my 70th birthday there was a tiny fairy perched at the end of my bed. "Happy birthday," she said, "I have a wish for you." "Anything I want?" I asked, "even if it's impossible?" "Of course, that's how 70th birthday wishes work. Tell me what you want." I was born during the War, and when I was 14 and growing up in London the whole world seemed exciting, and out of reach. I had been introduced to masturbation at the age of 7 by an older boy (who was all of 8) and spent much of the time by the time I reached 14 in a state of heightened sexual desire - wholly unfulfilled apart from rare (very rare) mutual jerk-offs with one or two other boys who lived nearby. "What I'd like is to be 14 again but to know everything I know now. Can you fix that?" "Of course." She waved her wand and suddenly I was a 14-year-old standing at Kings Cross in London. ****** One of the boys I met was 13-year-old Barry who lived in Croydon. He confessed one day to me that he wanted "to wank Rex, next door's Labrador". He asked the elderly people next door if he could walk their dog for them, and they willingly agreed to pay him a shilling a day to do so. The first such walk was to be tomorrow, and he agreed that we should meet at 10 the next morning. Now read on. ****** 18 August 1957 I presented myself at Barry's at 10 on the dot. Like him, I had always been curious about sex with dogs, although as an old man I knew far more about what happened than he did. All he had said was that he wanted to wank the dog. I was hoping that matters would go far beyond that. "Hi," I said, "are you ready?" "Yes," he replied, "I've been excited about this for days." "Have you thought about where you're going to do this, always assuming Rex is co-operative?" "Well, I've got to walk him for an hour, but they said it was fine if I walked him for longer. I thought it would be best if we did naughty things first, then walked him. That way if there was evidence - I've no idea whether there will be - it wouldn't be obvious an hour later." "Good thinking," I said, as I had no idea either whether a dog's cock would go on leaking like ours did after cumming. "I thought we'd do it behind our shed," he said. "You can't see any other house from there, so no-one'll see us." "You seem to have it all thought out," I said, "you go and get Rex and I'll wait in the shed." Barry's mum would be out at work until late afternoon, so we had the house and garden to ourselves. Neither of us had a clue what we were in for. Barry was soon back with Rex, who was lively and friendly, and greeted us both enthusiastically. We patted him and made a fuss of him until he calmed down. Neither of us wanted to make the first move. After a few minutes I said, "Go on then, it's your idea." Rex was standing still and I held his head. Barry knelt down and softly stroked Rex's furry cock sheath from his balls towards the tip. Rex twitched but stood still while this was going on. "He seems to like that," I said, "go on. Do it as though you're wanking him, not just stroking." Barry was a bit more vigorous and gradually Rex's cock started to emerge from its sheath. As Barry had seen when Rex was a puppy and tried to hump his leg, the dog's cock was red and pointed. Now that Rex was full-grown his cock was bright red, pointed and much longer than either of us had expected. It was like a six inch carrot, only really red. "Blimey," breathed Barry, "it's a fucking sight bigger than I'd expected." "A bit like ours then," I said, "it gets bigger when he's horny. Go on, wank it properly." Barry wasn't sure whether Rex would tolerate his cock being touched, rather than the furry sheath, but when he gingerly tried to grasp it and wank it the dog was keen and started to fuck Barry's hand vigorously. "He likes it!" said Barry. Rex's cock got bigger, and was now all of seven inches. He was pumping Barry's fist and getting more and more excited. It wasn't Barry wanking Rex any more: Rex was fucking Barry's fist. I knew what would happen next, but it came as a shock to Barry. Rex's knot started to swell. "What's that?" asked Barry, "is he all right?" I explained about the knot and how it held a dog's cock tight inside a bitch while he filled her with spunk. "You can hold it gently," I said. As soon as Rex felt Barry's other hand hold his knot he went berserk, fucking as though his life depended on it which, at least for the next few minutes, in his doggy mind it did. Soon he started to cum. Barry was expecting a series of squirts like we did when we came, but this was something else. "Hold tight," I said, "he's going to turn. Keep your wanking hand tight on his cock." Sure enough Rex turned, knowing that his cock was now tied with his bitch and that nothing on earth could now stop the process of his balls draining their load into her. Except that there was only Barry's hand. Barry held on tight and was amazed that Rex's cock was able to bend, remaining in his fist while Rex had turned half-way round. "Can you feel him pumping?" I asked. Barry nodded, "it's hot feeling his cock pulse like that." "Look at what's happening," I said, and we both looked astonished at the volume of spunk Rex was shooting, and the force with which it was shooting out of his cock. When this had been going on for several minutes the flow stopped and Rex pulled away, sitting down and licking his cock clean. "God, mine's far too tender to want to be licked when I've cum," said Barry. "I know, I've tried," I grinned, "what did you think of that? Was it worth waiting for?" "Oh yes," he said, "it certainly was. I'm as hard as hell now," and he showed me the tent in his trousers. "Me too," I said, "why don't we take care of these while Rex is taking care of his? I don't suppose he'll mind if his walk's delayed." In a flash we were both naked. It was a hot August morning and no-one could see two naked teenagers with rampant cocks. Barry and I had done most things to each other in the last week or two, and each of us was keen to suck and fuck the other. Barry had greatly enjoyed being fisted and although I would have liked to fist him then, the surroundings weren't right. Fisting needed comfort, not the space behind a garden shed. "69 me," he said. "OK," I agreed and we got down to it. Barry was on his back and I was on top. Soon the sensuous sounds of two boys slurping greedily at each other's cocks could be heard. Each of us was by now sufficiently skilled at cock-sucking that we could keep the other on a high for several minutes, and we were both sufficiently engrossed in the sensations we were giving and receiving that neither of us noticed that Rex was showing an interest. Presumably the smell of sex was exciting him. Whatever the reason he decided that licking my arse crack was the only thing he wanted to do. If you've ever been enjoying a nice 69 with a 13-year-old, as I was, then having your arse crack licked as expertly as mine was being licked is not something you're going to turn away. "Oh fuck! he's licking my arse," I said. I think I heard a mumbled "lucky you" from the mouth engaged in tonguing my cock, but I couldn't be certain. A small portion of my mind allowed itself to wander from the delightful pleasure of Barry's cock, and the knowledge that quite soon he, like Rex, would be emptying his balls, and considered the possibility that Rex might be made to fuck one of us. I lifted my arse up a bit and sure enough Rex's sense of interesting smells led his tongue to my balls. Three strokes of his tongue there and ... "Oh Christ, Barry, he's licking my balls ... ooooh! ... here it is, yesyesyes and my spunk started to shoot into Barry's greedily sucking mouth. Three, four spurts, all swallowed by Barry. "Mmmm!" from underneath me. I swirled my tongue round his cock, licking his frenulum and round his glans. I wanted to get a couple of fingers up his arse, but the ground was too hard - a bed would have been better. "Aah! here it comes," he cried, and started to unload his hot creamy spunk into me. It tasted as good as it always did. I fell off him and we were lying side by side on the ground, our cocks wet with cum and wilting in the warm air. You will not be surprised, as we were, to know that the smell of our boy-cocks drew Rex immediately and he ministered to our cocks in the same way as he had ministered to his own. "It's not as tender as I thought it would be," said Barry. I agreed; it was a strange sensation having you cock licked so thoroughly by a dog. Strange and very erotic. "We should do this again," I said. "Yes," agreed Barry, "but maybe more so next time." We got up and got back into our clothes. Rex got a good walk that morning. When Barry went next door to return Rex he told the old couple that he'd really enjoyed having Rex, that he'd always wanted a dog but his mum wouldn't let him have one, and could he keep Rex for the afternoon (all in one breath probably). The old couple were happy with that, provided Rex was walked again before he was returned. "Have him back by 5 please, Barry." Thus it was that we could have another session with horny Rex. The fairy had granted me the knowledge of what I knew as a man of 70, and that included knowledge of many stories I had read here, on this Nifty site, about sex with dogs. Although I had never had sex with a dog I was intensely curious about how it would feel to be fucked by a dog, and the vivid descriptions of being tied and having one's arse pumped full of doggy cum for minutes on end were very erotic. Being tied sounded great, although it wasn't without its drawbacks if the dog's knot was large. All things to be dreamed about until the fairy appeared. Now I could at last feel these feelings for myself. The descriptions of how one could easily be badly scratched while being fucked were a stark warning, and I had bought myself a thick jersey on my way this morning. It could stay here for future use, perhaps by Barry - who knows? "What d'you want to do with him now?" I asked. "I've thought about it a lot," he said, "and while I'd like to try being fucked by him I'm not sure. I know it sounds wet, but I'd rather he fucked you first." This was fine by me, and I told Barry I didn't think it was wet at all. "I'm happy" (actually I was bursting with eagerness) "if he fucks me first. How are we going to do it?" "Doing it in the shed would be best." "Fine," I said, "let's go and look." The shed looked ideal to me although, as I've said, I'm no expert. There was something soft for me to kneel on and it was hard to see what else was needed. If there was cum splattering about it would dry soon enough on the wooden floor. Rex seemed friendly towards me, which was probably a good thing. I stripped off completely and put on the thick jersey which was deliberately far too big and came down well past my arse. I knelt down and Barry took off Rex's lead and pushed him to my arse. "Go for it, boy, fuck his brains out." Rex sniffed my arse and started to lick my crack. My cock started to harden, which Barry noticed at once. "That was quick," he said. "Are you going to stand there watching," I said, "or are you going to help? Take off your clothes so Rex can sniff your bits too if he wants." A naked Barry was soon on parade with a fine erection. Rex's cock was emerging too, so he had worked out that these smells equated to getting his rocks off. But Rex didn't do anything to advance matters: he was still a virgin - it was going to be up to Barry and me. "Lift his front end so that his paws are round me and his cock is in the right place," I suggested, "see if that works." It didn't. My arse was too low down when Rex was up on his hind legs. I looked around and saw a work bench that I could lean over. I said to Barry, "Get some of those dust sheets and spread them on the work bench so I can lie on them. Then my arse'll be the right height." Luckily Rex was being patient while his needs were being explored, and two minutes later I was lying spread-eagled over the work bench. This had the beneficial effect that with my legs apart my arse was now much more accessible. Barry led Rex back to where his duties lay, and the dog instantly resumed rimming duties. "Give his cock a stroke," I said, "and try and get it right up at my arsehole. With any luck he'll get the message then." Barry reached under Rex and took hold of his sheath. His red cock was well extended, about 7 inches according to Barry, and 'really dripping wet' as he put it. It sounded most appetising - perhaps not quite the right word though. Barry got behind Rex and lifted his paws over me again. Immediately Rex clasped me and I was glad of the thick jumper. "Is his cock in the right place?" I asked. "Almost .. hang on .. yes, it's there now." I could feel the tip of Rex's engorged cock poking around, never quite hitting the right spot until suddenly he found his target and plunged all the way in. I had had bigger cocks up my arse, both longer ones and thicker ones, but I had never had a cock up me with a piston engine attached to it. This was fucking of a more intense order than I'd experienced before. After a moment or two I began to enjoy the sheer energy of it, and the total domination the dog had over me. A couple of minutes into this Barry cried out that Rex's knot was, in his inimitable words, 'fucking enormous' and that it was his considered opinion that it would 'rip me apart'. Well, this would be fun, I thought. Rex speeded up as his knot swelled and then with an almighty push he rammed it in. The pain as he did so was intense, but only for about three seconds. After that the animal pleasure of having what was effectively a tennis-ball sized butt plug only just inside me was amazing. Once he was well and truly in Rex turned, as I knew he would. Barry was amazed. "He's turned right round and he's facing away from you but his cock's still up you." "I know, and guess what - he's just started to pump spunk into me." "But he's not fucking you any more." "No, he doesn't need to. The fucking he did was to get his knot in to stop his spunk running out of a bitch. Now he's in all that happens is that he keeps still while his balls pump buckets of cum into me. God, it feels fantastic - you've no idea." My literary researches on this site had led me to believe that the dog would stay tied and pumping cum for several minutes, and indeed several delightful minutes passed while my arse (and my colon and my stomach, as far as I could tell) were filled with hot juice. Suddenly he stopped and his knot shrank and popped out. Rex went across the shed to lick his cock and I was left with my arse suddenly empty. Barry peered at my arse. "It's wide open and very red," he said, "does it hurt?" "No, but it feels empty in a sad sort of way." Barry then said, "Wow! there's gallons of cum coming out of your arse." I could feel it (I gave a little push, largely for Barry's benefit), and it quickly started to pour down my legs. "It's very watery," said Barry, who was giving the sticky mess a close inspection. "I'm not surprised," I said. "If you think what a decent cum from you looks like then spin it out for 5 minutes you'd need to add a lot of watery stuff. Several minutes passed while Barry and I did things to each other which belong properly elsewhere - this is a bestiality site after all. Rex got his second walk. Barry returned him to his owners and we spent a happy hour enjoying each other in the way that 13- and 14-year-olds do. In the post-coital glow Barry turned to me - we were in his bed by this time - and whispered that he'd like to be the one Rex fucked next time. I said, "I'm glad: you'll love it, and it'll be something you can do with him on your own after I've gone." "Do you have to go?" he said. "Yes," I said, "I don't suppose I'll be back. But Jack'll be here and I expect he'll introduce you to some of his other friends." Barry seemed doubtful. "What other friends?" I told him about Bob and Steve, and that I thought there was every chance that a filthy foursome was likely to develop. "You never know, Rex might join in too," I said. Twenty minutes later we got up and I showered Rex's stink off me. Barry helped, of course. I dressed and was away a good quarter of an hour before Barry's mum was home. ============================================================================== For those of you who wish to learn more about my non-doggy doings with Barry and a host of other boys and men, turn over to the Adult/Youth section and look at "Fourteen Again" there. Enjoy! Make sure you drop something Nifty's way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html