Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:24:33 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again 1: Chapters 1 and 2 All the standard declarations are in affect. I will assume you believe this is a work of fiction, even though there are many parts of the story that I will tell just as they really happened. If any sex other than missionary position heterosexuality bother, offend or strike you as reprehensible please close this page and move on to something more to your taste. I had not been to my parent's home in the country for more than a single evening since two weeks after graduating from high school. Now I'm in graduate school and visiting for the summer because my mother refuses to sign the financial eligibility papers unless I assist her in getting rid of the junk my father has accumulated in the years he has hobby farmed. With him lying in a hospital bed dying from cancer I really don't have a legitimate reason not to visit my mother. Due to a fight I had with my father the day I turned sixteen she was aware that even if she had asked I would not have been welcome in the house they shared when he was home. I don't what to dwell on that matter, let me simply say that the old reprobate should have been in jail for the things he did to me, even with him dying, I can't forgive him. There have been nights I've been here when the only thought in my head is visiting the hospital and turning off the morphine which is supposed to control his pain. There were other reasons I didn't care to return, the chief among them being that I barely survived high school after it was found out by my fellow students that I sucked cock and drank piss. If they had learned about my other even more bizarre habits they would have harassed me until I committed suicide or died from over use. I don't remember a time in my life when I wasn't sucking cock, the first time I am aware of doing it I was barely three. I probably wouldn't remember that except my mother's aunt found me with a dick sliding in and out of my mouth and when she yelled I bit the man in fright. The woman was terrifying, larger than most men, loud, strong and willing to strip a branch off the nearest tree and beat my ass. That day she didn't, she took me to her house and kept me there until my parents moved away. From then until I went to school I regularly had at least one, two or three dicks to suck. Shortly after school started my favorite partner died of a heart atteack and the second favorite lost the lease on the farm where we lived. Until I was in fourth grade I only had one constant cock, my father's. That year in school the teacher asked me to help a kid that wasn't doing well with his multiplication tables. He was able to ride the school bus home with me and later my mother would drop him off, no one in my family liked his family or him. He was filthy, loud, ugly and crude. But I learned a thing or two from him, the most important being that my ass enjoyed attention. At first the attention was verbal, he liked to talk about his ass. One day as we were in the outhouse, I wasn't allowed to take him in the house, he told me that at his house they were only allowed to use to squares of paper to wipe. I had never heard of anyone being so restricted, sitting beside him I tried it. Instead of just paper I got a feeling of my finger as it rode along the ridges. I was hooked on making my ass feel good. A few days later he told me about his dog having pups and how it felt to have them lick his ass. The idea was too good not to try. Living on a farm we always a few dogs. We tried to get the house dog to lick us, but she wouldn't. Later that day when my mother was taking him home I tried to get my sister's dog to lick me, she was a big old hound and seemed to enjoy licking everything. After one swipe of her tongue over by balls and ass she went and curled up in her house where I couldn't bother her. I was ready to call the kid (let me give him a new name, Fred) a liar. For some reason one day that week I went to his house instead of mine. While we were studying his sister that was supposed to be looking after us took off with her boyfriend. As soon as Fred heard the boyfriend's car pull onto the road he was pulling me onto the porch where the dog and her pups slept. He left the mother dog out to run and dropped his pants. I wasn't sure I wanted to do it, but seeing his little dick I dropped mine too. Fred took one of the pups out of the box they were using for a bed and set him between my legs, that dog didn't hesitate for a second, he was licking at my balls, dick and ass like they were the best tasting treat he ever had. After watching me for a few minutes Fred took another of the pups out and sat him between his own legs. Surprising us both the pup jumped over his leg and joined the one between my legs. The next one did the same thing, I had three pups licking and nipping at me like I was their mother. Fred got real mad and grabbed the pups and returned them to the box. If I had known how mad he was I would have dressed and left. Rather than make me leave he pushed me outside about twenty feet from the back door and began pissing on me. Up until then I didn't even enjoy watching anyone piss. But he changed everything for me. I hadn't lost the hardon that the pups had given me when he pushed me outside, As he sprayed his piss up and down my body hitting everything between my shoulders and knees I experienced my first wet orgasm. The feeling was unexpected and indescribeable, what I had learned to call cum from the older men I sucked landed on Fred's chest. I suppose that was when I realized he was angry, the piss had felt so good that I hadn't connected it with anger; when he looked down and saw what was landing on his chest he grabbed my head and pulled me to him yelling at me to lick it up. I had drunk so much cum by that time that I didn't need him to yell. Whether it was the feel of my tongue on his chest or the act of humiliating me that caused it, Fred also had his first wet orgasm that day. I also licked up his cum. He learned quick, before I left for home he had me down on my knees drinking his piss and licking his ass. The next week Fred passed whatever test the teacher gave him and I didn't spend any more time with him unless he caught me headed to the restroom between classes. It wasn't hatred between us or love, but I seldom talked to him unless it was to ask about the pups. The week school was to be out for the summer he brought one of the boys over to my house, I didn't see Fred until school started the next fall. Griff was a mutt, a pure Heinz fifty-seven. He was a short-haired, part-hound, part something larger, by the end of the summer he weighed forty some pounds. There was no question he had a lot of growing to do, he had not grown into his feet at all. It was a good thing we lived in the country, for three months he had not been alone for more than a short time. When school started up and he had to stay by himself he would do nothing but howl all day, driving my mother crazy. Soon he was occupying a stall in the barn that did a fair job of keeping his noise to a bearable level. I found out it had other advantages the first weekend after school started. I got home Friday after school and could hear Griff before I ever got off the bus. I'd had a rough week and was happy to hear my dog, so happy that I threw a rod while waiting to exit the bus. Neither of my sisters had gone home on the bus that day so I was going to have time alone, my mother had started working and my father always away til after dark. I ran to the barn not even thinking about the fact that I had on school clothes and needed to change into "play clothes". I was in the barn before I remembered. Not caring what anyone might say, I stripped off my school clothes and tossed them with my books on an old wagon. I went to the far end of the barn and got Griff. All the way to where I had thrown my clothes and books he poked his wet nose in the seat of my underpants. From the day I first met him he had regularly been able to lick my ass and with me in school must have been missing his normal activity. I had to lean over the wagon to get my stuff. Griff took advantage of the moment. I had been training him to pull my underwear down, thinking that it was cute like that girl in the Coppertone ads. I hadn't expected him to do it without been told that it was time. As I was gathering my stuff together he ripped my briefs from my butt and plunged his tongue in my ass. Never before had he managed to get his soft tongue past the rim, I had enjoyed having him lap me, but the feeling of his tongue inside was perfect. I dropped my stuff and tried spreading my butt cheeks wider. Griff must have understood that I was enjoying what he did, he pushed at my ass harder and harder trying to get further in. With his tongue in me I knew there was something more exciting that I needed to try. I forced him away and dropped to the floor of the barn, we didn't have any farm animals so I didn't have to worry about manure. As Griff tried getting back at my ass I pulled him around and began trying to force his little dick out of the sheath. He was young, but it didn't matter. Within minutes he started showing the little pink dick I had seen on a few occassions. I crawled and lifted him and soon he was on top of me with the tip of his dick at my ass, I couldn't stand it. Not allowing him to push into me I shot a load in the dirt and collapsed on top of it. Griff whimpered and licked at me, but laying like I was there was nothing he could do about get his dick in me. The next few times I tried to get him in me ended up the same. I was too excited by the idea to allow it to happen. I gave up on the idea and let Griff lick me off for the rest of that school year and the next summer. He kept growing. By the time I was ready to enter the sixth grade Griff was forty pounds heavier than me, could stand with his feet on my shoulders and lay his head on top of mine. Although I had a few tricks that would allow me to win once in a while, usually when we wrestled he was able to pin me to the ground. That year at school weas a preview of the last seven years. Fred had caught me between buildings going to my shop class and had bullied me behind the building and onto my knees. He was face fucking me when a dozen of my classmates ran out of the wood shop to see what was happening. I didn't make it to class the rest of the day, I have no idea how many dicks unloaded in my mouth, but there was always a line waiting. Even though I was twelve and should have been stronger (at least that's what we're taught) I cried the whole way home. Life was so bad I thought about running away. I didn't have any money and didn't know where I could get any. I went to the barn and laid down with Griff, he was as happy to see me as ever. Still I noticed something different about the way he greeted me, he spent more time trying to lick my face than normal. Somehow he ended up wrapped around me, I felt so secure with his legs over me I pressed against him. That is probably what started my final descent into perversity that afternoon. Whether I just pressed against Griff or I was actually rubbing between his legs and against his dick I don't know. What I am sure of is that he pulled down my underwear not me. I let him, I hoped for the comfort of his tongue and to make imyself more accessible got on my knees. Griff must have noticed the difference in position from our usual activity because he didn't attempt licking my dick first, he went directly for my ass. It felt so good afer my day that I was soon moaning and urging him on, after ten or fifteen minutes I knew that the time had come for me to allow Griff in. With one hand I raised his head and with the other pushed myself between his legs, I could see far enough to know that the tiny pink dick that I hadn't been able to take the previous year had grown. I guess I had been selfish that year and hadn't been paying any attention to Griff's needs. I'm sure he wasn't trying to make me pay for that neglect, but as soon as he realized that he was over me he started poking at my butt cheeks missing my hole with the sharp point that I feared would cut up my insides. His claws were digging into my sides and I was squirming to find a more comfortable position under him when I felt the first two inches of unswollen dick slide into me. As close as Griff and I had been for the previous year I was nothing but a cunt for his sperm. Whatever love he had for me disappeared as he thrust himself faster and faster, swelling more and more. What had been little more than a finger had grown large enough that I was beginning to think he was as large as some of the horses I'd seen. It wasn't at all what I thought getting fucked by a dog would be like, there was no way I could control his movement or the pain that he caused me. All that had been in my ass before that day had been the tip of my finger and Griff felt like he was pushing at me with a baseball bat. Under Griff's onslaught I broke into tears once more, the release change how I felt. What had felt like a fist pounding at my ass slid inside and Griff stopped the long hard strokes he had been making and began short piston-like motions accompanied by a whimper that I thought was me. I was used to the feel of cocks shooting in my mouth, but the feeling of a cock in my ass starting to flood me with dog cum was much more intense and satisfying. That first time with Griff I thought he kept shooting for ten minutes, with the first warm heat I had felt I grabbed the scruff of his neck and held him down on top of me. That may have been pure instinct, but it saved my ass. Griff stayed where he was without trying to pull the knot out of me. I lay under him for twenty minutes or more wondering how I would ever get him out before I felt him start to shrink and pop away. For the next seven years of school I was the class cocksucker, at least twice between every set of classes and more often during gym, shop and art classes I had a cock in my mouth. Over seven years I must have been put on my knees twenty-five thousand times. Seven years at thirty six weeks, five days each at an average of twenty times, try it and see if you're not warped by the experience. For those same seven years I was mounted at least once a day by Griff, the only good time of the day. None of my classmates ever knew about Griff, in fact they probably believed my ass was virgin since I had five fights to keep it that way during high school. Fred gave away the fact that I enjoyed piss when I was in seventh grade, but he never said anything about my enjoying a dog's tongue on my balls or ass. Home from graduate school I was thinking about the way I'd been treated in junior high and high school for the first time since I'd graduated. My years away at college had been good to me, I'd grown about five inches taller, thirty pounds heavier and had filled in some. I was no longer considered geeky, I was fairly attractive; at least the ment that tried picking me up in the gay bars and parks said so. I had never been one for an excess of exercise, but I had taken to riding a bike and running. After my freshman year in college when I was allowed to move off campus Griff had joined me, during the year without him I had learned to enjoy having more complete sex with men so when he moved in I was not ready to go back to having him fuck me everyday. Still, I appreciated all he had done for me and enjoyed his dick at least once or twice a week. If it hadn't been for Griff I would not have survived my teens. Back on the farm He started showing his age, often when I ran he stayed in his pen and he never followed me on the bike. But there were days when he showed me that he was not ready to retire. We might be running along one of the deserted roads and he would grab the shorts I was wearing and work them over my hips. If I thought we could get away with not being seen I would lead him into the wood and offer up my ass. I always made sure we were on our way home, or Griff would have been too tired to get home. We were out on our fourth run when I noticed that one of the houses where my grandfather's cousins had lived had a new occupant. I was nosy, but even running past the house three times I couldn't tell who lived there. My mother had written about the previous ownere dieing and their daughter selling the land, but I don't think she had told me who bought it. If I had known, I would probably have avoided the farm like a plague or AIDS. What I did see was a wolfhound, I'm not certain whether he is Russian or Irish. I had once gone to a birthday party in first or second grade and we rode the birthday girl's wolfhounds. This time the wolfhound had come out into the yard to bark at Griff. My dog is about three and a half feet tall including his head, this guy, he definitely was a guy, you could see his balls swaying as he ran along the fence,the wolfhound was taller at the shoulder than Griff's head. There had only been two other dogs for me other than Griff. The year I wasn't able to have him with me I had allowed myself to service the dean's Belgian Shepard and a stray boxer that could be said to have raped me when I was sun bathing in the park. The first time the boxer approached me I saw a couple that seemed to be hunting a dog so I wouldn't allow him to poke his head between my legs more than once, his tongue sent my cock heavenwards with one touch. It was another week before I saw that guy again, I was laying on my stomach reading a play by Christopher Marlowe when I heard the huffing of a dog coming over the rise where I lay. I was high enough that I was able to see the entire open space of the park. It was still early in the morning so there wasn't but a few people in the park. They were all closer to the pond and tennis courts, there was no one within a hundred yards and the only way anyone could have seen me was if they were on the top of administration building. When I recognized the boxer standing between my legs I must have smiled wide enough to send messages through fog. He dropped his head and licked at my leg, I couldn't help myself. I stood up and checked that there was no one coming up the hill before I lay back down and dropped my shorts. That boxer must have been deprived for months, he had his tongur in my hole and was reaming me out better than any man within moments of me hitting my stomach on the blanket. The stud had me raising my hips and spreading them quicker than any dog or man ever. I loved having him lapping and probing me with his tongue, when he stopped I turned to see why. I had scarcely decide to grope him when he pounced on my back and began thrusting his fully engorged cock between my cheeks. That dog sure knew what he was about, with two thrusts he located my hole and speared me. I didn't have ten seconds to adjust to the idea, any of you that have had a dog know you don't get to adjust once he enters, in this case I hadn't even expected to be his bitch. The boxer was wilder than Griff or the Belgian Shepard, he spent ten minutes pumping small amounts of cum into my ass and bouncing his knot off the rim. Finally he must have had enough foreplay and grabbing me tighter forced the fist sized knot in. Forgeting where I was I yelled with the pain. I don't believe a dog really thinks about humiliating a human, but that boxer took what I really think was pleasure in hearing me yell. After the first scream he pulled that knot out and bounced it against me for a few more minutes before he forced it in and made me yell again. I truly was afraid that someone would hear me and come running. I tried not to, but my yells must have reminded the boxer of the howls of a true bitch and he continued working his know through the rim of my ass to elicit more and more noise. The entire time his knot was going in and out I was feeling him spray my insides with his sperm. When he slowed to allow the knot to settle in my ass I opened my eyes for the first time in a half hour, standing on top of the administrative building I saw a man with his hand wrapped around his dick. Seeing him I couldn't help but think I was going to be tossed from school. The stud couldn't have cared, he turned and tied with me. I wasn't prepared for him to turn me in the direction of the man watching me, nor for it to be the dean of students. I was staring directly at him and he was returning the look. It was ten days or more before the boxer found me again. I was out running first thing on a Sunday morning, there were few cars and no pedestrians. I saw him in the back yard of a fine victorian house with a chain link fence. He raced along the fence, disappeared behind the house and then reappeared on the other side. I knew that a dog as powerful as the stud couldn't be held in by a fence that short. If he wanted out the boxer would be loose with one jump. I had gone around the corner and was entering an alleyway for a strip center when I heard the boxer's nails clicking on the road behind me. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that what I heard was that boxer, I wasn't the only one that had been fully satisfied that morning in the park. He grabbed me by the old gym shorts I was wearing, they were loose cotton shorts that ripped from my waist in his mouth. That morning he took me rougher than he had the day in the park. Laying over the hood of an old car in the alley I was made to know that I was his bitch whenever he wanted me. I had to sneak into the dorm that morning without clothes and with dog cum running down my leg. Fortunately it was still early and only a few die hard exercisers were out of bed. I made it to the shower on my floor before I was seen, I spent a long time in the shower. Some of the guys on my floor began to get the impression that I was in there to watch them, I couldn't tell them what I was doing. My ass slowly returned to its normal shape under the warm water and I was able to make it to my bed and rest. Chap 2. Griff isn't that old, but for a large dog he is getting up there, I've had him for fourteen years, times seven that makes him ninety eight? If I make it to that age and can still run four miles and get it up to fuck once a week I'll be a happy old man. With Griff as my only companion around the area I wasn't getting enough, once a week isn't enough when you';re twenty-four and used to sucking and fucking a lot. I wouldn't have believed it, but I was thinking about cheating on Griff with a neighborhood dog. We went home that afternoon running at half-speed, both Griff and I were showing an abnormal amount of dick. I didn't think about the wolfhound for the next few days, I was too busy arranging an auction that would be held on the farm to get rid of most of what my father had accumulated. I woke up Saturday morning as my mother was leaving for the hospital, I needed exercise but Griff wasn't up to running with me. After feeding the dog and strapping on a water bottle I took off. The weather was warming up, normally at this time of the summer it would be in the sixties at nine in the morning but it was closer to eighty that day. I would have normally been wearing at least a shirt, shorts and socks, but the heat made me forego the shirts and socks. Living as far out in the country as my parents do I didn't think I would cause a sensation or a problem. I had been running for more than an hour when I saw the wolfhound that had attracted my interest earlier in the week. He wasn't trapped behind the fence that morning, he was running free across a field that ran along the border of our farm. I wanted to take off over the fields with him, running wild with a stud is foreplay; Griff always was ready to mount me when we had a good run. The wolfhound was at least a mile from home and I decided that I shouldn't take advantage of him, whistling and call to him I drew him towards the house where I knew he lived. We were running alongside each other when the house came into sight. The dog wanted to follow me not go home. The only way I could get him to go home was to take him there. As I ran up to the yard I noticed that there was a car there that hadn't been present the other day I was there. We were greeted by another dog barking, the noise caused a man clad in tennis shoes and Levi's to push out from under the car I'd noticed. Even with his face smeared with grease and his chest covered with rust I recognized the man as having been two years ahead of me in school. Jesus had not been one of the worst of my persecutors, but he had used my mouth for cum and piss often enough that I could have picked him out without seeing his face, just his dick. "Well, if it isn't the town cocksucker. You here to get you mouth filled faggot?" I was more surprised than I should have been, it had been six years since I had been treated that way but I couldn't expect much from those that had stayed behind. "I was just bringing your dog back. He was in the field by our farm. You should keep him closer to home unless you want to lose him." "Faggot, don't try telling me what to do. Ivan can take care of himself." I tried walking away. I hadn't gone five steps when the wolfhound knocked me to the ground. The bottle of water strapped over my shoulder knocked the air out of me when I landed on it. Unable to breath I was helpless as Ivan tore my shorts to shreds. Before I regained my breath the dog was working his tongue around and up and down over my asshole, sending quivers of excitement through my body. Why did dogs think they needed to rip up my clothes? If they had been a bit patient I would have taken them off myself. The big dog did nothing more than work his tongue in me while Jesus stood there laughing and calling me names. When I could breath again I tried to get to my feet, but Ivan stepped over top of me. I was hoping that he was had been trained to hold a victim that way, but before the hope had fully formed in my head I felt him trying to find the hole between my legs. I tried yelling at Jesus to get his dog off me, but he laughed louder. I could see him walking towards us but my mind was more focused on the long thin dick that had found its way out of Ivan's sheath. "Bitch you wouldn't let me fuck you when we were on school, you're going to pay for that." What he said didn't register, but his hand grabbing my hair and lifting my head did. I tried to scream, but my mouth was filling with a stream of his piss. At the same moment that I felt it start down my throat I felt Ivan hit home and slide three or more inches into me. I couldn't have been more humiliated or happier. "Well, Fred you said your friend liked dogs in his ass, I didn't believe you." That Jesus was talking to someone other than me took some time to sink in. I hadn't seen anyone else around the house, but I soon knew that Jesus wasn't alone when I felt a second stream of piss landing in my mouth. There was no way I could have swallowed all the piss they gave me even if Ivan wasn't pushing me around by the ass. "This little faggot loves anything you do to him. Remember the first day he sucked us off at school? I followed him home to see what would happen. He went straight to that dog I gave him. I was afraid he was going to tell his mother, but no. This little faggot went to the dog's pen and cried. Within half an hour that big guy was standing over him filling his ass with more cock than any of us had at that time. I sat on his father's tractor watching him take that dick and shot two loads while jacking my dick." I ignored the rest of what Fred was saying and concentrated on the dick in my ass, Ivan had started to knot and pound really hard. I didn't want to be stuck with his knot right there in the middle of the front yard where anyone could see us, but the idea of putting on a show for Jesus and Fred kept me trying to relax so the stud could get in. I had no idea how much dick Ivan had slid up my ass, but it felt like more than I had ever had and I truly was enjoying it. When the piss stopped Jesus turned around and stuck his asshole on my nose, I'd been treated rudely and crudely before, but as I tried getting my nose out he ordered me to start cleaning out his ass with my tongue. I had only touched my tongue to one ass before that morning and wasn't about to follow his orders without a fight. First I tried to turn my closed mouth away and then I tried biting and hitting the back of his legs, both of them thought my attempts at self-preservation were humorous. Jesus nearly pulled out my hair shoving my face back in his ass, at the same time I felt a hand around my balls. "Suck his ass, faggot, or you're going to lose these. Fred was doing more than stretching them down and away from my body, he had clicked open a lighter and was waving the flame around them. I could smell burning hair. I didn't know if he would really burn my balls, but I gave in before I had to find out. Having my tongue up an ass while getting fucked was too exciting and I began cumming. It was strange, I really began to enjoy what was happening, as my tongue found its way deeper into Jesus I felt Ivan twist and tie me. As I gasped from the pain of the twist I noticed that I was getting cum from the other end too. Not only was Ivan squirting and squirting, but cum that had been depositied in Jesus's ass was reaching the tip of my tongue. Before Ivan slipped out I lick and sucked on both of their asses, only Jesus gave me a taste of cum. The guys were back under the car when Ivan pulled away and went to clean off his dick on the porch. Used and abused I should have left, but I wanted to know what the relationship was between Jesus and Fred. It was possible that I had found a solution to the horniness that I'd been experiencing since arriving on the farm. Neither of the guys had much to say to me, when I pressed they threatened me with another dog they had locked up in the house. I turned to see the head of an Akita looking out through the living room blinds. What I could see of him was massive. Just the thought of being mounted by a full grown Akita stud sent me on my way home. "Hey faggot, be here Sunday after the seventh inning of the ball game is finished."