Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 17:57:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Bobbie Subject: warren and the woodie part 7 Confession Time: The accounts starting with Warren and the Woodie are essentially true accounts. Some deviation has been made in sequence to enhance the story line. A few other events are not exactly the way the happened. Part 1 would be recognized by the participants as it is except for changing names a true account. In part 2, I was not forced by "Little Richard" in fact I was the aggressor, I initiated the activity and encouraged his participation. When we reach part 3, another deviation happens. The story is essentially true however, I did not demonstrate the dry hump masturbation technique I had been using since age five or six. The fact is that I carefully concealed that technique thinking that it was some how deviate. It was years later before I acknowledged the technique although I used it frequently then and still do. So much was my desire to keep the practice a secret that I was often interrupted and had a good climax cut short. Part 4 was essentially accurate Part 5 was true except mom didn't hide the douche bulb after the incident, although I am sure she kept a careful eye on it for quite some time. Part 6 is also basically true except the way it really happened was Carla used one of those hard plastic vibrators on me, not a strapon. That brings us up to date so to speak and although I was going to continue with some incidents in the bathroom stalls and my introduction to women's underwear, I may not get there during the next installment. I want to keep this as factual as possible and as such I think it is only fair that I reveal a little more about myself, particularly in view of the next incident I will probably relate. I have a long history of contact with males involving sexual activity. I have a long history of anal activity. Although the appears in a gay archive and has continued past the point of young friends, I feel it is only fair to point out that I am probably most properly someone who should be described as analsexual rather than homosexual or hetrosexual. For the most part my sexual activities with other males have been anal sex with me as the recipient. Yes, I have on occasion had a blow job or two and on a few occasions I have given them. It has generally been in association with my attempt to obtain anal sex. I fully realize that a great many guys enjoy kissing or being kissed by other guys, but it has just never "been my thing". I have not really had a love life as it relates to homosexual activity, but rather I have had a sex life. For the most part it has been straightforward sex, no questions asked. On occasion I have had a sexual relationship such as Warren and John that spanned a few months or more, but the length of the relationship has been determined by events rather than the relationship determining the length of the experience. This leaves us at the point where John had moved out and I had a new apartment mate. The truth of the matter is that was the beginning of a long dry spell so to speak. I continued to go to school part time and I continued to work. It was a cold winter and it wasn't until spring came around that things started to pick up. My job involved construction work and I drove an old pickup to work. It was what we called out that way "an old beater," and It was a beat up old pickup. Kind of a dirty brown thing with a seat that was so worn out the seat covers didn't hide the fact they were worn out. Mud on the side of the pickup actually improved its looks. But it did have a topper or camper on back and that gave me room to haul a few tools and various other junk. Sometimes I went fishing and threw a sleeping bag in the back and it was my overnight lodging. It wasn't all that bad unless it rained and then there was some dodging of the raindrops inside as well as outside. I kept a coil or rope putty handy to plug the leaks. There were cute little curtains over the side windows on the pickup and they were never opened because there was so much dirt on the curtains it would have created a cloud had they been touched. Anyway that was my "wheels." One morning in the early spring I was on my way to work out in the country and I stopped and picked up a stray collie dog that seemed to be pretty lost. He jumped right in the front seat and parked himself by the window. We shared lunch and he seemed grateful for something to eat. He was a bit shaggy and thin. That night after work I dropped him off at the local vet. He really needed a good bath, a flea dip and all that good stuff. I picked him up two days later and the bill was for $70. Now this was a long time ago and that was a pretty stiff bill. I'd figured maybe $30. I'd talked to the landlord and he said that I could keep the dog for a week, but after that he would have to have a dog house outside. I assured the landlord that the dog would spend his days with me at work so he relented and said the dog could stay in the basement apartment as long as I cleaned up after him and there were no complaints--for an extra $10 a month. (I was paying $30 a month so that amounted to a pretty steep increase.) I paid it and I had a companion. I named him Squire. It sounded a little classy I thought and anyway I liked the name. Squire somehow had managed to escape the humane society edict to fix animals and in spite of the vet's recommendation, I kept him as a fully functioning male. He was my constant companion. Except when I was in class, he was about one step behind me everywhere I went. One Friday evening when I was having my weekly enema. (My new oriental roomie wasn't as regular with his schedule as John had been but this particular night he had gone out to some meeting so I felt safe in going ahead with my enema. Anyway, I was on all fours and about to insert the tube when I felt a cold nose up against my ass and then a tongue licking me. I shooed Squire away and proceeded with my enema, but not before I noticed that he was beginning to hang out just a little if you know what I mean. The smell of my musky ass had turned him on. This was several years ago and information wasn't as readily available as it is today on the internet and I did quite a bit of looking around and found only vague references to bestiality. And none of those were exactly "how to books" And it wasn't exactly the kind of topic that one asks about. Growing up I had seen enough dogs going at it to get an idea of what might be involved but as kids except for one or two times we got bored and left before the tie up happened and the couple of times we saw it, we really didn't realize that it happened everytime that the act went to completion. Finally a few weeks later it had just been too long since my ass had been reamed. Squire and I went for a ride on a Saturday morning and after driving several miles we found a field with an empty farmhouse quite a ways back from the road. I pulled the old truck off the road and parked it like we were going fishing. We followed the creek quite a ways down stream until we were about across from the farmhouse and then we walked over. It was a spooky place, lots of trash on the floor and the walls had plaster crumbling. It has been quite a while since anyone had been there. I picked a room facing the road so that I could see if anything was happening around the pickup and threw down my small tarp. Squire and I set down on the tarp and I smoked a cigarette with one hand and played with his cock with the other, moving the sheath back and forth on that boner of his. Before too long he was pretty well out of the sheath, all but the bulb. I decided that it was probably time to give it a shot and I dropped my pants and stepped out of them and my underpants. I bent over on my hands and knees and pulled Squire over to me and let him sniff my ass. He seemed to be excited a bit but when I pulled him up on top of me he seemed mostly confused. I dropped to my shoulders and with one hand guided the head of his penis up against my asshole. I've never seen a collie used in the stag films and most of those dogs seem to have pretty blunt looking penises. This dog, I don't know if it was squire or the breed, but he had a penis that tapered gradually until it reached its maximum diameter and then got a bit smaller before it reached the bulb. Anyway, he had plenty of natural lubricant from the inside of his sheath and he slid into me just like nothing at all. As he entered I could feel the size increase as the taper moved towards the larger girth. I wasn't positioned quite right at the start and every jab hurt as he stabbed against my insides but after a bit of shifting it was smooth as silk. One thing to be said for a dog, they don't tire as fast as a guy, they have a better sense of movement and the move much quicker. Squire didn't have the girth of a full male penis, but he made up for any lack of thickness with his ability and agility. He pumped away rapid fire for maybe four or five mintes (who was counting) and I came several times or at least several distinct waves of climax and numerous squirts all the time I was getting wetter and wetter back where it counts. Squire was dumping a massive load of fluid. Then I could feel him pushing harder and it felt like he was trying to shove a foot in my ass. A moment of pain and my ass opened and his knot was inside. He almost immediately stopped and tried to turn on me, but I managed to hold him over me and grab his penis behind the knot and hold him against me. He humped every so often and It felt like I was getting an enema as he squirted several times. Finally, after maybe 5-10 minutes I could feel the lump in my ass begin to recede and Squire pulled away and I let him. He cleaned up my ass as best he could and I was full of doggy sperm. I went outside the old house and squatted in the weeds and got rid of a bunch of his deposit, but it seeped through my underwear all the way home. Dear reader, I am not encouraging this kind of behavior, but damn I liked it. Squire just sat at his window in the pickup and had a very pleased look on his face. I smiled too. Spring was certainly looking up. More later.