Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 15:22:09 -0700 (PDT) From: kiokomo2002@mailcity.com Subject: Getting Started I was probably 13 or 14 when I first really began to explore myself sexually. Like most kids my age, I was big into sports, exploring on our family ranch, and playing with our faithful family dogs. We had 2 golden retrievers, both males and neither was fixed. Shasta was the older one, with long flowing hair, and was a truly gorgeous animal. Buddy was the younger and more playful one, almost blonde, and truly a stud dog. He was however, submissive to Shasta, and unfortunately, dumb as a rock. When I'd come home from school, the dogs got very excited, and we'd romp and play and roll on the floor. Normally I had the house to my self for several hours before our folks got home, and it was the dogs who really first got me interested in sex. My room upstairs was the old master bedroom, so it was big, with plenty of space for things to develop. One day after getting home the dogs were particularly playful. After rolling around on the bedroom floor in play the dogs started jumping on each other - and I mean that they were mounting each other. While Buddy did his best to jump on Shasta, Shasta was the older and more dominant dog, and he would have none of it. Normally, it was Shasta who mounted Buddy, and being the more submissive and younger dog, he would let him hump away. Of course, this soon became very exciting for me as well, watching these 2 great dogs act as if they were having sex right in front of me. It didn't take long for me to strip down to my tightie whities and start pounding away on my young cock. Since they never actually "hit the mark" with each other, usually the humping stopped pretty quickly. To keep them in the mood, I started joining in the sessions, usually jacking off Shasta to get him to pumping in my hand. This was all very exciting to me. He would stand very still at first as I started massaging his sheath and rolling his balls in my hands. But once I started jacking on him, he started humping away, and would usually try to jump on Buddy right away. By then, I would sit back and pound away on myself until I came, and I was surprised both dogs would lick me all up. You can well imagine how things just started progressing from there. One or both dogs eagerly licking me all over my cock and balls, the inside of my thighs, and all over my lean young stomach and chest. Soon it became almost a game for them when I got home. We'd go upstairs and they'd practically jump on me till I took off all my clothes. I'd play with myself while they licked me into a frenzy, then they'd get a treat and clean me up. It was perfect. No coming in a sock or something, or jacking off in the shower. I tried on several occassions to see if they would actually suck my cock, trying to get them to take it in there mouth and kind of fucking them for a few short strokes, but it never really worked. So I concentrated on jacking them off. I actually discovered a neat trick while helping them to come completely that I still use to this day. I know I like to be all slicked up when I'm pounding myself, so I take a thin sandwich bag and put some baby oil in it. I can stay all lubed up while stroking myself and then catch all my come so there is nothing to clean up. While I can take eating a little of my own come, I've never (or rarely) drank the whole couple of teaspoons. Anyway, back to the dogs. What I did was start jacking them off till that slick red meat came sliding out and growing in size. I figured my ungreased hand is hard on me, so its probably hard on them as well. So I lubed up a bag and put it over their cranks and let them hump away. Thats when I discovered the infamous dog knot, so the dogs are actually tied together while breeding. It was amazing to me that their cocks could grow so big, and the knots were almost scary. Of course my cock triples in size to about 6+ inches, so it was just fascinating watching something elses do the same. I'd hold that bag on his cock and let him pump away until that knot had swelled to unbelievable proportions and he'd practically fill that bag up when he came. I always worried that I might get caught, so I was always real careful to listen to anybody coming home. As it took sometimes 10 minutes or more for Buddy or Shastas cock to go back down and retreat back into their sheaths, I never wanted someone to come home and have the normally overly friendly dogs more interested in licking their hard cocks than saying hello. That careful preparation has served me well into my 30's, now that I'm married and settled down. I suppose it didn't take long for me to be interested in seeing what it would be like to be mounted by Buddy or Shasta. As I mentioned, Buddy, god love him, was kindof like Jethro from the Beverly Hillbillies - built solid as a rock, but dumb as a bag of rocks, and always with this big goofy grin. The kind of dog it was easy to wrestle in the raw with. To this day, I love sex on some sort of furry rug. But here I was in my youthful, experimental days, rolling around and getting hard playing with my dogs. But Buddy never quite got the same interest in mounting me as I found out Shasta did. Maybe it was just his youthful inexperience as well. When he started getting more in the way as our sessions progressed, I had to just put him out in the hall while I stayed with Shasta. I'll admit one time I tried seeing what those great dog cocks tasted like. After rolling around and playing, jacking everybody off, I rolled Buddy over on his back before his cock retreated. I was very hesitant in actually licking his cock and then taking it into my mouth. Though slick and kind of salty, it was like taking in some sort of rubber dong in my mouth. Sorry to let you down, but I never got into that. With 2 dogs in the room, Shasta was the older, more experienced one, and far more interested in trying to mount me when I got on my hands and knees. Of course Buddy thought it was just a big wrestling match and kept on getting in our way. It did sort of add to the excitement when you think you're about to be mounted and then everyone is knocked over into a pile again. It built the anticipation like you can't imagine. But I finally had to toss Buddy out of the room. Before I could even turn around and drop back on my hands and knees Shasta was jumping on me and trying to mount me. I can't describe why but this is like a feeling of no other. The raw sexual power and nature of a dog, or any animal, trying to mate - totally fixated on just one thing - making that connection and pumping away until they've bred whatever they're trying to breed. Immediately upon dropping to the ground Shasta was on my back, not hesitating one bit. He wrapped those front paws tight around my waist, his claws digging into my inner thighs as he pulled himself closer. His head and panting breath were breathing hard on one side of my head or the other, almost into my ear, further adding to my sexual excitement and the sensation. In truth, I was glad the angle of my ass was different from that of breeding a bitch. I was coming right there all over the place as his hot red poker stabbed at me over and over again, as he desperately tried to find his mark. He was aiming a bit too low, and his cock was jabbing at me over and over again against my swinging balls. This was just too much as I came all over the floor, with this muscular furry dog feverishly pumping to find my ass, his hips were just a nonstop piston. Unfortunately for Shasta, after I came I didn't want to get poked in the ass. But we kind of did it over and over again, with him mounting me as I crawled around the room. I finally rolled over and gave him the best jacking he had ever had. Coming kind of changes everything, and we both lost interest soon after. At least until the next day. Again, I just let Shasta in the room after we had all got worked up and played together. I even mounted both Buddy and Shasta as if I were trying to screw them, rubbing the base of my swollen shaft along the tops of their tales. But today I was going to see if I could actually take it. I put Buddy out of the room after I gave him a good jacking. Shasta wasn't as interested in me today, as far as just jumping on me and trying to screw me. I had to really pump away at his sheath to let him know what was in store, and once he started humping the air I'd start crawling away from him on my hands and knees. There's something special to the sensation of raw animal sex. Acting like you're trying to almost get away from them, and then they catch you and mount you. I know for a fact my cock had to have been almost a inch longer - it was as hard as a steel rod. This time as I crawled across the room he mounted me just as I was kindof crawling up a bean bag chair, so my ass was lower than the rest of my body. Now this was the angle Shasta needed, and as he pulled me in closer to him tight with his front paws, his cock hit my ass. I'll tell you my eyes nearly bugged out of my head as he jammed in his slick red pole into my virgin ass. Once he hit that mark, he was like a dog possessed, as he started ramming me faster and faster, like I was trying to get away. I was almost dizzy from this ass pounding, my own cock spewing like a fountain from coming. Fortunately, I knew enough to put my hand back there, and I kept Shasta from burying himself so deeply in me that his knot would form and tie us together. This thing was the size of a racquet ball when swollen, and I knew I couldn't take it. I caught him on an outstroke just as I felt it growing and growing, and I collapsed on the bean bag. Shasta was humping air like no tomorrow, and I let him fuck my hand till he came like I'd never seen him before. I was sure this was something we would do over and over again, and we did. If you liked my story, true by the way, then write me and tell me how it compares to some of your own. I'm sure, as I have the time and my wife's away on vacation, I'll write to tell you more of my growing love of dogs. kiokomo2002@yahoo.com