Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 16:36:50 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Dirty Tommy Part Four The last two memories I have of first-time sexual experiences with Tommy occurred in the summer between seventh and eighth grade. We had both turned thirteen within the last two months and, along with the other guys in the neighborhood; we had nearly two years of mutual masturbation, circle jerks and dick sucking under our belt, so to speak. As I mentioned in the last chapter we all had had a few experiences involving jerking off a male dog and having the dog lick our penises. There was, however, one experience I had with Tommy alone – being humped by a male dog. This actually occurred twice during the last summer that Tommy and I had together, but I will confine myself to describing the first occurrence because they were both essentially the same. It was summer vacation and the never-ending days of late June and July were followed by the slowly encroaching dusk of warm nights. If we didn't go back to the pool which was open until 9 PM, we almost always played outside after dinner until well after dark. Now that we were older our parents allowed us to stay out until 10 PM or for some of us even 11 PM. With the darkness and the warmth of the nights, we boys often sought out various shadowy recesses around our garden apartment complex for group activities. It was exciting being on the playground joking around, unzipping and pulling our stuff out. Or standing in the dark in the small patches of widely spaced trees that grew between the buildings and, one at a time, masturbating from our open flies while our friends half watched and smiled at the risk of being discovered and our violation of the "normalness" of our neighborhood. Another area of risk chosen for our activities were the outside stairwells that led down into the basements of the apartment buildings; they were lit usually by a single overhead light and there was a greater risk of being seen. Well, one evening it was just Tommy and me that remained after the rest of our friends had gone inside. This was probably a little after 10 PM and, since we didn't have to be in until 11 PM, there was no way that we're going to waste the opportunity to wander around the neighborhood after dark, which we did. We decided to walk around the perimeter of our development and head down to Building 17 which you might remember from a previous story. Behind Building 17 was the darkest area of the apartment complex because it came up against an area of woods. When we were younger this was a "scary" area to walk through at night. There was also, at the far end of Building 17, an underutilized parking area next to which was an L-shaped, five foot decorative brick wall that formed a corner of the apartment complex's property. This had, on one side, the name of the development in white letters that at night was lit by a small spotlight that could be seen from a road about ten feet distant. On the other side of this wall, set back a few feet, were some bushes that were part of the common landscaping. The end result was that, in the dark, one could hide behind the wall in a prominent shadow created by the spotlight illuminating the street side and simultaneously be covered by a set of three foot tall laurel bushes between the little-used parking lot and the back of this wall. As Tommy and I walked down the sidewalk between Building 17 and the woods behind it, we had nothing in particular planned other than making sure we used every minute of the time we had until we had to report home. Of course, always in the back of our thirteen-year-old minds was taking any opportunity for engaging in our favorite adolescent activity. And, truth be told, with a whole hour at our disposal at this time of night, some sort of sexual activity was inevitable, but here is where Fate intervened. Coming the other way, meandering up the sidewalk, was a black Labrador Retriever. "Hey boy, come here," Tommy called to the dog. The dog seemed as aimless as we were; he came over to be petted. He was a friendly dog. Tommy and I both took a look - he was all male. Tommy and I were thinking the same thing. "He looks like he'll follow us, but it's too far and too dark to go back in the woods now," I observed, thinking of the patch of woods where we had fooled around with a dog before. "We could go down to the generator," Tommy suggested. There were several large electrical transformers spaced throughout the apartment complex. There was one large one a few buildings over that we called "the generator." It was set back enough that you could stand behind it and not be seen from the nearby buildings, but it was near one of the roads that lead throughout the apartment complex. "There are too many cars driving by to risk it," I pointed out. Tommy gave it some thought and then said, "I know where we can go. Follow me." We headed down the hill towards the very corner of the development. We both called after the dog and he followed along willingly. "Where are we going?" "Down to the wall with the `********** Apartments' sign on it. We can go behind the bushes. There'll be enough light to see, but the chance of somebody coming down there to park this late is pretty slim," explained Tommy. He was right. It seemed counterintuitive because the brick wall was ten feet from a public road where traffic went by every minute or so. But no one driving by could see behind that wall unless they stopped their car and walked over and climbed up five feet to look over; they would have no reason for doing so. On the other side was a parking lot that was barely used and the bushes were tall enough to cover us if we were crouching down. The prospect of some dog action on this warm night caused a stirring in my cotton briefs; my penis began to lengthen during the minute it took to walk down the hill. We looked both ways before crossing the parking lot to make sure there was no one around and then we coaxed our canine companion to follow along. We made our way between the bushes and the wall and gave a final look before ducking down to entertain our friend. Although it was dark in the shadows, there was enough light for us to see what we needed to see. I was fully boned up now. "Grab his collar," my friend directed, "I'll do him first." Tommy went to work rubbing the dog's sheath. The Lab was very amenable to the attention. He looked like he was smiling, but he was actually just opening his salivating mouth to pant with his tongue hanging out. After about a minute Tommy stopped and surprised me with his next statement. "Joey, I want to try something. I want to see if he'll hump me." "What?" "Hold on to his collar," Tommy ordered. My friend then stood up in a crouch and gave a quick look around. He quickly lowered his shorts and underwear down below his knees. "Are you crazy?" I really didn't think Tommy was crazy; it's just that I wouldn't have taken the risk. I found the idea of being humped by a dog to be pretty hot. "Turn him around and when I get down help him get up on my back." "Okay." Tommy got down on all fours; I could see his naked rear on display, including his hanging nut sack, as he crouched in the mulch. I turned the dog around by the collar and pulled him over near my friend's exposed buttocks. The dog didn't seem to get the idea. "He doesn't look too interested." "Pull his nose up and let him get a good sniff." I did just that. At first the dog turned away, but I pulled him back a couple of times. The Lab then took a few close sniffs. Then the dog gave a few tentative licks in between the cheeks of Tommy's ass. "Jerk him some so he doesn't lose interest," advised my pal. I grabbed the dog's still swollen member and began sliding my hand back and forth on the slimy tool. This definitely regenerated the dog's interest, within a minute he began hunching his hips. "Okay, I think he is ready now," I informed Tommy. "C'mon and help him up." I pulled the dog closer and tried lifting him with my left arm wrapped around his chest. The Lab didn't seem to get it, he was just 70 pounds of dead weight. I stood up, but still in the low crouch trying to stay behind the bushes, and lifted with both of my hands under each foreleg and succeeded in getting the dog on my friend's back. The Lab seemed to get the idea at this point and tried pulling himself forward with his front legs. As I knelt down I could see the dog poking around with the pointy tip of his red penis. When not just humping air, the tip was making glancing contact with the inside of my friend's hairless thighs and giving some sharp pokes to the underside of Tommy's hanging balls. "Try to put the tip at my hole." I shuffled closer to Tommy and the dog on my knees. I was right up next to my friend's naked ass. I reached down and grabbed the turgid member of the black Lab with my left hand and tried pointing it towards Tommy's exposed asshole. I noticed that, as usual, Tommy hadn't been too attentive when it came to wiping. The dog was getting more excited, probably just from being in the right position. He grabbed Tommy tighter around my friend's waist and put his head off to one side. I could feel him starting to get his knot as he thrust faster into my hand. "Drop down a little," I advised, "I can't get the right angle." Tommy lowered his hips and this allowed the dog to begin poking near Tommy's opening. The dog was beginning to squirt little watery spurts of come. I could smell it in the air. "Can you get it near my hole?" "I'm trying, but he's all over the place." The dog was thrusting, but his dick was pretty much sliding up and down between Tommy's cheeks. The animal tried to reposition himself to gain entry, but without success. After a couple of minutes, the Lab slowed down and slid off Tommy's back. My friend scooted around and stood up, still hard. He pulled his shorts up. "Let me try to get him up on your back." I hesitated for a few moments, not because I didn't want to try getting humped, but because I had doubts about something the size of that dog dick being shoved into my near-virgin rectum. Besides my fingers, I had tried candles and a few other things, but none were as big around as the dog's engorged knot. "I'll let him hump me, but that's it," I specified. "Okay, get in position," Tommy agreed. I wriggled my shorts down and took up a position on all fours behind the bushes in the moist mulch on that humid summer night. I could hear Tommy trying to coax the dog into position. The animal didn't seem any more cooperative for my friend than he was for me. Tommy lifted the dog and I felt the weight on my back. "I'm gonna jerk him a little to get him interested," Tommy stated. After half a minute I could feel the dog starting to hunch and he began to pull himself forward with his paws. I felt his claws scratch the side of my hips where my t-shirt had slid up. But my attention was quickly diverted when I felt sharp pokes on the backs of my thighs. "Squat down a little lower," Tommy directed. I adjusted my position and the dog adjusted his; he slid farther my back and grasped the more tightly around my waist. I could hear and feel his breath very near my neck. I could feel his wet, spongy shaft coming into repeated contact with my bottom. At first, he poked the back of my scrotum which was kind of uncomfortable, but then he began more of a sliding motion as he found my sweaty cleft. I moved my bottom back and forth a little; one, to get more into the experience and, two, to avoid any possible penetration. The dog found more of a rhythm and picked up the tempo of his thrusts. I could feel the wetness of his watery ejaculate. After about a minute the dog slowed and I guess, lacking a tie, dismounted. I scooted forward and stood up in a half crouch. I too, pulled up my shorts. I could feel the lab's sperm soak into my cotton undershorts. I was half hard. The actual experience of being under a dog wasn't as much of a turn on to me as was the idea of doing it. Tommy and I might've continued with a session of mutual masturbation, but we knew it was getting close to the time we were supposed to go in. "Geez, I smell like dog and dog jizz," I observed. "Yeah, I can smell it too," Tommy concurred. "I hope I can sneak in without my parents noticing," I thought out loud. "Maybe we can sneak into the pool," Tommy suggested. We both knew that this was almost impossible under any circumstances and we certainly didn't have enough time to even try before we had to go in for the night. "How about the creek?" Tommy forwarded. "At this time of night? Impossible," I countered. "Maybe if we just rub mulch all over us it'll cover up the smell?" I suggested. "Might work," Tommy agreed. And so that's what we both did. We ended up looking pretty dirty when we finally got home, but the distinct doggy smell was covered by the mulch's peaty aroma. I just avoided having to take a bath at my mother's orders because of the late hour, but I had to go in and clean myself up with a washcloth in the bathroom before I got in the bed that night. I noticed that I had some nice-sized, bloody scrape marks on my sides. I dabbed them with a wet washcloth. I had to be careful for the next week after this when I took a bath so my parents couldn't see the scrapes on the sides of my hips. The slight scars actually lasted a few years before fading totally. Every time I saw them I thought of that night behind the apartment sign. I did end up masturbating that night after I went to bed. I lay in the dark and smelled the dog come on the seat of my cotton briefs. I thought of the black Lab's red, pointy shaft sliding over Tommy's dirty asshole. I came hard and I slept soundly afterwards. Both times Tommy and I tried to get a dog to hump us it ended up being more of an exciting possibility rather than a climactic reality. But, exciting possibility was the essence of our youthful sexual explorations that, no matter how they turned out in end, make them memorable to this day. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2012. Please check out my other stories on Nifty: see "Five Hole Punch" under the Prolific Authors tab.