Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 16:04:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Bryan M Subject: Getting Watched If you come from a farm, and that farm is in the South, and you have a Southern accent, you sometimes get teased about how you must have a lot of sexual experience because you had access to all those cows, or all those sheep, etc. Apparently statistics indicate that a lot of farm boys experiment with animals and fuck the hell out of the their dad's dairy cows, or mares, or something. Well, I never did. For me it was dogs and they were male. I never fucked a single animal, but several of the dogs we had after I was twelve but before I was 15 considered me a piece of enthusiastic snatch because they had fucked me. There was a kind of crisis when I discovered boys - and they discovered me. I was really hotted up about having sex with other boys. So much so that I kinda gave up on dogs but the dogs hadn't forgotten me. In the summer, if I appeared in shorts, it could get embarrassing, because they clearly had expectations of me. This took some explaining on a couple of occasions. In the odd emergency when I needed something hard and pumping up my ass, I still let one of our dogs knock off a piece, but mostly it was other guys on the baseball team, or a couple of guys in my class. To save face I would make guys get me drunk and I would end up without my pants, doing things that I liked to do -or getting them done to me. But one of my friends, Ned, actually put the zoo moves on me. He noticed how much I loved taking it up my ass, so then he started hinting around about other ways of getting your mansnatch banged that were a lot of fun, too. First it was cucumbers, then dildos. After my playing willing but innocent for a few weeks, he "introduced" me to putting out for dogs, which I pretended to be shocked by, but wasn't. Since I was a respected member of the team, and of our church, he was a bit nervous about suggesting it to me, and I was a jerk and pretended to be shocked and horrified. In the end, tho, I sucked off his dog while he watched and took a load to indicate we were still friends. This then happened quite a bit. Today I am home from college for Spring break. It is really warm, in the 70s, and it is raining lightly. I feel really sexed up. I am needing it badly. But none of my High School sex partner friends are home from college cuz their breaks are at different times than my college. So you know what I am thinkn about. I am feeln the need, pretty fierce, really. I try to resist, but every day it gets stronger. We have a really nice German Shephard, who I have been with a couple of times. We got him as a puppy about three years ago. He is massive, very furry and has dark black and dark brown fur. Sort of woolly. I am completely smooth, with long legs, dark blond hair and a flat stomach. So we are kinda contrasted. Which is nice. His name is Hooker, cuz Dad likes to name his dogs after Civil War generals, even Northern Generals. Dad just likes the Civil War. However, its me that's the hooker here. I strip and take a shower and get real clean. I put on a pair of boxer swim trunks, an old dress shirt which I leave unbuttoned, and some flip flops. I put on my high school's team baseball cap and head out of the house towards the barn. I doubt that what I am about to do would bring "honor and glory" to my team or my high school, but by damm I am so horny I could sit on a fire hydrant. Hooker will be a hell of a lot more fun, I think. As I get near the horse barn I start whistling for Hooker. Of course, all the other dogs come running up. Fortunately, I have this really pervy idea. I want to be watched while I am being taken by Hooker. Of course, not by anybody in my family, but I want to be watched. So I have decided on the horse barn. I sometimes have fantasies about being done by a horse, but thats way too scary. But an audience, that they would be good for. Fortunately everybody is away for the day, and won't be back until about 4:00 or later, which gives me a good 3 hours or more. I take Hooker into the horse barn and close the gate, leaving the other dogs outside. We have a little apartment out there, so I take Hooker in and wash him up, rubbing my legs and naked belly up against him, rippling my pack and just getting all sensual. I start kissing him. I blow dry him with an industrial strength hair dryer of my sister's. I will, of course drain him with an industrial strength blow job from me, or maybe a fuck, but certainly some cock/mouth action. I have read some hot stories on the Nifty archive. There is one guy in Kentucky who seems cool, and he pointed out that dogs don't care about sexy clothes. So I step out of my swim trunks as we exit the apartment. Gettn down to busines. Hooker and I are on a concrete pad surrounded by 5 horse stalls and one containing a donkey. I put some feed in each stall, so the horses start coming into the barn. Time for business. I lean over a railing, pull my shirt up, and inject some lube. A whole LOT of lube. Then I squat in front of Hooker. I bury my face in his muzzle and start licking. He pulls back and makes a kind of grunting noise. I stand up and put my hard-on right in front of him. He immediately starts licking it. He may remember how things went last summer and before. I get all groany and happy and start leaking. I am a massive pre-cummer, quarts and quarts, so he is lickn away with enthusiasm. I carefully start to lean back to spread my legs and let him have at me when I remember that I forgot to spread some horse blankets on the concrete pad. What a bitch. The pad is colder than fuck and not comfy at all. SHIT. I get up and walk stiff legged over to the tack area and pull down some blankets. Hooker is annoyed, and follows me over. He thrusts his muzzle between my cheeks and woofs. I thrust my cheeks right back and moan. I manage to get my blankets on the ground. I lie back and present my bat and balls. Hooker goes to town. I am moaning and writhing around, my legs kickn and my ass sliding all over. I get up and "take it up a notch". I lean under Hooker and start fondling him. When his cock appears I make a dive for it and start sucking like I hadn't had any in years. I tongue it, bob my head, and try to throat the thing. I pull off cuz I like the slurpy sounds, then dive back on. He is getting all excited. Time for the main event. I back off, turn around, and present my ass. I look over my shoulder and say "Up boy, Up". He seems to know what to do. He mounts me and starts pushing. I put it where it belongs and he is in me. Damm its a pound, and I keep trying to crawl forward. He has me clasped and I am goin nowhere. Suddenly I feel it swelling. I clamp my ass to keep it inside, if I can, and he keeps pushing. The pain is excruciating, but I am aware that the horses are all watching this event and I try to focus on how sexy that is. I think about performing for gay guys and get harder. Then he's finished pumping and we have to wait. I have cum so hard that when we kinda topple over it's sticky and gooy all over my lower body. When Hook pulls out of me, I put some fingers in and give myself a finger fuck. Sloppy. Still, I feel satiated. Damm fine. My ass will probably need a couple of day's recovery period, but if I can find another time before I leave, Hooker gets a blow job at least. I stand up, just wearing my shirt, cuz my cap had come off during the hump. I pick it up, put it on my head, retrieve my trunks. I decide not to put them on, but walk back to the house carrying them. Ned is due back next week. Maybe if I call he and I can overlap. He has some fine dogs, and we could get some action going, if possible.