Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 01:19:53 -0500 From: thomas jacobson Subject: getting started - chap. 3 This is the 3rd installment of my original story, which should by now be known as "Adventures of my Youth". I've been most pleased with the feedback I've gotten from these tales of my past, and they, in fact, actually give me more episodes to write about that I may have forgotten now that I'm a little older and out of college. I grew up in a nice middle class neighborhood down in the south. We were fortunate to have an old family farm that my grandparents grew up on that was close to us, so I got to spend many weekends out there. This, of course, only fueled my sexual explorations as I grew up. I could spend the entire day gone and no one would worry where I was. I didn't mind being alone on the farm, but I wasn't a loner. I was definitely painfully shy around the girls, but actually had a lot of confidence which was noted by everyone, including teachers and adults. I wasn't a jock by any stretch, but spent more time working and earning a lot of money while most of my friends played sports, thus ensuring my reputation. One of my best friends was actually the younger brother of a girl I dated in high school for a while. Both parents were in medicine, so they lived in a nice home with a pool, where we spent a great deal of time getting great tans after finishing work. Though I wasn't really dating Lisa any more, I was more than welcomed by their entire family, and even had a key to their home to come and go as I pleased. That has remained so even now that we've all gone on past college. Ricky was Lisa's nearest brother, a year younger than us. Though quiet and kind of shy around most people, he was a true athlete, and had excelled in baseball since he was a kid. He was also the kind of person that had such great all-star looks, you almost wondered how he could have gotten such good genes from such average parents. He was taller than me, at about 5'10", weighed in at a lean 165 lbs. to my 150 lbs., and was built like a rock. We did all sorts of hard labor jobs that paid well, and eventually got into remodeling houses, and pulled in great cash money when everyone else our age was flipping burgers for minimum wage. We bought nice trucks with the money, and we liked to take lots of weekend trips to go camping or go out to our family farm to fish and hunt. Of course, if we didn't take along one of my dogs, either Shasta or Buddy, we'd take along his, a big german shephard named Huff. Huff was definitely a guys dog. They got him when Rick was 12, so he was only about 3 or 4 (and intact) when we started running around. He liked the rough and tumble play, and Ricky's parents thought he would be good security for us when we went on camping trips for the weekend (sort of like the wolf from Dances with Wolves that always let Costner know somebody was coming). Unbeknownst to everyone in his family, I started playing with Huff a little after I started with my own dogs. I didn't have the guts to do anything drastic, but I would jack him off every once in a while when I had the opportunity. Little wonder that he liked me so much when I stopped by to visit. He'd come running right up to me and bury his head in my crotch, where I'd give him a real good scratching behind the ears. After a while, nobody thought anything of it. Ricky and I were truly great friends, and if we weren't in school or playing baseball, we were running together. Naturally, we started drinking together too when we'd head out of town on camping trips, which kind of always helps to loosen the inhibitions and get us to talking and laughing even more about the weeks events. The trip that I remember most was during one fall, and we ended up having an entire state park next to a lake to ourselves. After we finished fishing, we'd head back to camp and grill up some food and fry the fish. We had this bottle of rum we thought we'd try, and naturally we got pretty trashed on rum and Cokes. We were both shirtless and in jeans, and were sitting around laughing and telling all sorts of stories while Huff was just sitting and watching us. He was almost like one of those dog statues you see, sitting perfectly straight up, almost like he was on guard duty. After a particularly hysterical story, we were literally rolling on the ground. Maybe he was wondering what was going on, but Huff came trotting up to us (actually me), and buried his head in my crotch again so I would scratch him and play with him. Well Ricky thought this was great, and actually blurted out that he thought Huff wanted a piece of me. I can't tell you how my heart started racing. While I always admired Ricky for his athletic ability and physique (and he was hung too), this was not something I was planning on. I was trying to laugh it off and ignore his comment, and laid back on my back with my hands behind my head when Huff started licking my belly button. Well, this was actually very erotic, and I started to spring some wood, and I'm pretty sure Ricky noticed it. Then Huff kind of got over me and started to do some air humping like he had mounted me, or sure wanted to. Well this really got Ricky to laughing. Then he actually said that maybe I ought to let him have some since he wanted it so bad. Call it timing. Call it fate. Call it whatever you want to. Thank god we were drunk so I could explain it away. But I said he have to come and get it, and (how I ever did this I don't know) I stripped out of my jeans. Well, man, I've got to tell you, he did come and get it, and he found it too. He jumped right on up on my back and wrapped those legs around my waist like I was about to get away from him. I couldn't believe I had done this, and obviously neither had Ricky. But when I looked up again at him after getting mounted from behind, he had stripped out of his jeans and was pounding away on his 7"+ cock. He was breathing harder than I was, and barely stammered out this was the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He just kept saying "Oh shit, that is so hot. Oh shit, that is so hot"! Wow! I couldn't believe what was happening and what I was doing. Huff had hit his mark, and was starting to seriously pound away on me. My eyes were starting to bug out and I said I couldn't believe I had done this. Fortunately I was leaning forward so much, that Huff hadn't been able to bury his cock in me to the hilt yet, though God knows he was trying to practically climb in me. All this was driving Ricky insane, and he did something I couldn't believe he would do. He jumped up and came over to us. He wanted to get the ultimate close up of the action on my ass, seeing Huff pound away on me like he had never seen before, our balls slapping together. But then he kneeled down in front of me and stuffed his cock in my face and grabbed me around the head. Huff didn't give a damn as he was gettin' some, and he was panting and drooling on the side of my head. And Ricky took that great big cock of his, which I had never seen hard (never seen anyone's hard besides mine), and said I just had to suck him off. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever think this would come about. I had admired and envied Ricky's sculpted body for some time, always stealing glances at that long soft cock after we'd get out of the pool and change. I was in good shape, but he is the stuff dreams are made of. Here was my friend asking me to do the unthinkable (to me anyway). Well, I was leaning forward and Huff was driving into me like mad, and I took that hard rod into my mouth, almost pistoning up and down on his shaft to the same pace as I was getting rammed. Ricky just started moaning and running his fingers through my hair with one hand, with his other hand on Huffs back, just taking it all in, in the sex filled craze that came together by pure chance. It didn't take long for us to pretty much erupt in come. Rick told me before he came, and I just pulled away from Huff, who hadn't yet tied with me (though he was trying hard to). I dropped completely to the ground and pushed him back on his arms and started licking on his shaft and balls. He was in ecstacy as he shot all over his perfect chest. Huff, while disappointed for sure, was still humping air while I rolled over on my back and started hammering away again on my own cock (I actually think I came 2 or 3 times worth I was shooting so much). Ricky was in a haze, but to his credit and my luck, reached over and started massaging my shaft and balls until I was also completely spent. And as I had been so fortunate to have happen in the past, Huff came over to both of us and started licking us clean. I think Rick was most amazed by the way all this had happened so fast, and he was actually getting hard again from Huffs attention. We were both breathless from all this, and started to laugh all over again at getting hard again from having a dog lick on us. This was so spontaneous it was unbelievable. Rick admitted as we cooled off that he had let Huff lick on his cock before, but he had never come. I didn't want him to think that this was a regular thing for me either (though it was), so I pretty much told him the same thing had happened with my 2 dogs, but it had always been in the back of my mind what it would really feel like. You know, it was strange that an event like that didn't take our friendship to any new levels. It was just sort of a one night only thing. Ricky and I were still great friends, and we were sure as hell a lot more comfortable in the nude around each other. We'd still share a bed while we were on the road, and every once in a while I'd almost sort of end up in his arms, and I could feel that nightly wood that most of us sleep with next to me. I can't tell you why that I didn't dare take it there again, unless Ricky made the move first, and he never did. As a matter of fact, we hardly ever talked about it again. He found a new girlfriend almost immediately, as did I, maybe to deny to ourselves that we had ever been together. But what a night that was. So, if you liked this adventure, write and let me know. There are more stories to share.