Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:08:58 -0500
From: tom jacobson <rowdster2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: "One with Nature" - chap. 3 (beastiality)

Fate.

How do you define that?  Something that was ultimately destined to happen?

Or was it serrendipity, a happy occurrence?

Perhaps it was some sort of inspired divine intervention.

Regardless, I was long since back from my incredible trip up to the north
country, where I had an almost spiritual animal encounter with a young male
wolf, I believe, who sensed ... no ...  KNEW ... that not only did I pose
no threat to him, but he was somehow predestined to find me.  It has long
been commented on my "gift" as it were, to intermingle with the animals,
birds, and other wildlife around me, without posing as any sort of threat
to them at all.

It IS a deep appreciation of nature and the outdoors and of my
surroundings, and my total respect for all those things as well, that has
christened me with this gift, as it were.  As they say, "Take only
pictures, and leave only footprints".  When vacationing in New Zealand, the
native aboriginal tribes, the Maori, fascinated me.  Strange that I had
long ignored the native American Indians of our own continent up until
them.

But no more.

I had a renewed awakening, a respect, for all that they were, who they
were, and what they represented and stood for.  Their long beliefs in that
every person had his own spirit animal, that inspired them in their own
ways, was of particular interest to me.  Countless quizzes and "personality
tests" put my own spirit animals at everything from the Hawk to a Bear, but
more near to my heart, as that of a wolf - one who was independent, and yet
fearcely loyal to the family unit.

I still don't know really what my true spirit animal is quite yet.  It will
truly come to me one day, I am sure.  But I know that up until now, my
affinity for all things canine surely has a great deal to do with this.

And where does this all lead us to now?  Well, I am comfortably back on my
own little slice of heaven, a gentlely rolling, and yet heavily treed patch
of 32 AC down here in the south, that overlooks a tremendous limestone
creek.  Long ago adorned with a rustic homestead, it has long since been
reclaimed by the land and the elements, and I am only now beginning to peel
back the layers to rediscover the true potential of this land.

I wander out here with abandon - truly in my element, IMMERSING myself in
all that surrounds me.  The deer, the turkey, the hawks, the geese, all go
about their business of life while scarely giving me a second thought, as I
ebb and flow in and out of their lives, reveling in just being on the front
row to one of the greatest orchestras in this living world.

The first time a songbird landed on me, I was amazed, but it has now
happened with such regularity, from landing on my hand, or arm, or
shoulder, or even head, that NOW it is just trying to figure out who was
brave enough to do it.  By far the bravest are the tufted titmice, followed
closely by some red-breasted nuthatches, and then the black-capped
chickadees.

To ever have a creature of the wild approach you with such curiosity and
interest is an event to be treasured, if you are fortunate enough.  But we
are all sexual beings as well, and as life goes on around me, I am
intoxicated, intrigued, and even arroused, by watching the courting and
mating rituals of all of these animals as well.

And, I can say with great confidence and truth, I have been fortunate
enough to have been able to share in as well.

Spring is here.  Everything is a bright bright green as the land breathes
in the elixir of our seasons.  While the rain is lighter than usual, it is
enough to give the nourishment so needed by the land.  The grass is growing
fast, and the wildflowers are starting to pop.

And as I walked in the midst of all of this one cool and recent morning,
there he was.  Standing stock still, yet almost patiently, for my arrival.
He wasn't a wolf or a coyote, though he reminded me of my young wolf on my
recent fly fishing trip.  A domestic dog - a clear cross between a Siberian
Husky and some sort of shepherd perhaps.  But his demeanor, his calmness,
and the gentle wagging of his tail as I called out to him and slowly
approached him, there was something so FAMILIAR about him.  Cautious, but
accepting, as if he had been warned to not be afraid of me in person.

Good God, it was his eyes more than anything.  Husky eyes.  Each one a pure
light blue in color.  Eyes that captivated you.

You knew he was looking at you.  Listening to you.  Studying you.  Feeling
you.

The same "mask" that all husky's have, but this guy was a bit taller, and
while he had a bushy tail, it didn't quite curl in the same way a husky's
does.  But what was he doing here?  How did he get here?  Does he actually
seem to know me already?

The strange familiarity that we both had for each other simply made me
wonder.  It was if I knew him already from somewhere before, but couldn't
make the connection.  For his part, he wasn't running and jumping into my
arms either, as if he had been one of my own dogs that I hadn't seen in a
week and was elated to see me.  But he did have a gentle nature, and dare I
say, almost a smile on him, when we greeted each other.

Just a sense.  Of knowing, ... or perhaps something else, but I wasn't
sure.

Nonetheless, I stopped, greeted, and started petting and talking to him in
soft but upbeat tones, and those ears perked up like he was listening to
the radio and not knowing what was making that sound.  I asked him if he
wanted to come with me, and he followed almost as if it were his duty.
That HE was here for me.  As we sat down on my deck overlooking the creek,
he sat next to me as if on guard duty, but then looked over at me and
started pawing at me, as if to shake his hand.

When I looked at him, his slick red cock was sticking out of its sheath
ever so much, just like he wanted me to see it, and he started pawing me
even more.  Two ample black and slightly hairy balls, hanging loose and
relaxed in their sack, backed up his package.  And he knew it.

I'm as drawn to it, and the invitation, as anyone could be.  As I talked
soothingly to him, he stood up and came right by my side, almost inviting
me to see and feel what he was offering me.  My own cock was rock hard in
my grey boxer briefs, anticipating some sort of interaction.

While he was a young dog, he was definitely fully mature, and he had a
sheath that surely held a nice package.  As I stroked his back with my left
hand, I let my right hand stray under his belly, tracing the outline and
feeling the size of his sheath, and his cock within, as well as to gently
roll his testicles in my palm.

All he did was take a bit of a wider stance on his back hindquarters, just
to give me more room to massage him.  I wasn't sure where or how far this
would go, but only knew where I wanted it to, so I stood and effortlessly
slipped free of all my clothes, as he watched with feigned disinterest.  As
I stood in front of him with my rock hard cock, he did give it only a
glancing lick after sniffing it with interest, but even better DID sniff in
deep around the orbs hanging heavy below it.

God, what was going on?  He's interested, but he's making ME do all the
work to take it to the next level.  I'm oozing precum as I get back on my
knees and concentrate on working his sheath, testing him to the
receptiveness of him being jacked on.  Oh, he's responsive all right, but
its not an uncontrollable humping that many male dogs do when you start
pumping on them.  Its like, "feel" how big I am first.  It was a slow and
rythmic pumping response, almost in slow motion.

By now, MY frustration was beginning to build.  Its like I WAS getting
clear signals, but he's just not responding.  I guess I'm misreading what
seemed like obvious signs to me.  Now I'm on my hand and knees, just
begging him to put 2 and 2 together.  Not manhandling him, but letting him
know there is a purpose and a "destination" for him, should he figure it
out.  And to my luck, he does come around my back, and starts a slow and
deliberate licking into my ass, giving me a toe curling rimming that
finally makes most people realize what they've been missing.

In my mind, I'm practically spanking my own ass saying "MOUNT me, you
bastard!" , only hoping he'll take it the next step.  As I reach around to
his sheath one more time, he finally puts a paw up on my back, as I'm
gritting my teeth and holding my breathe.

Its not supposed to be this hard.

I mean, my own cock was, simply from the anticipation of being mounted by a
big and strong dog.  But THIS guy ... HE was driving me insane with lust.
But with dogs, or most animals, you just can't always force a performance.
THEY have to want you, and I was just praying that I would do my damnest to
get him to just DRILL ME.

He is nothing but cautious and tentative as he almost hops up on my back in
slow motion.  I've got a fairly slim waist that most confident dogs grab
onto with gusto as they lock down and start trying to find their target,
but not this guy.  He hasn't even put the weight of his chest on my back as
he starts probing away at my ass, almost wondering if there is something
there for him.

First he's too low, as he's stabbing around my ball sack.  As I adjust a
bit to help his aim, he then slides too high up into the upper crack of my
ass, as he finally takes a hold of me with those lean and long legs.  Hell,
you might as well be jacking off by sliding your cock across my back, and
as I try to reach around and take his cock to help him find the entrance,
he dismounts and jumps off of me.

Damn, this is gonna be tough.  I could blow a wad 5 feet in front of me if
I only TOUCHED my own dick, as it was still cocked and ready to go.

Patience.  Patience will be rewarded.  As he pads around me in feigned
disintest, he always ends up by my head, almost presenting to me and
goading me on to fondle his package again, just to rev up that motor again.
Give it a minute or two, and when he circles me again, I reach for him once
more time and start jacking on that sheath of his, going straight for the
button that is his knot.

Thankfully, this next reaction is a bit more deliberate.  As his cock
starts out with his instinctual humping kicking in, I stop, but HE doesn't,
and knows that it is HIS job now to continue on.  As he comes around my
back once again, this time he's a bit more confident, and grabs me by the
insides of my thighs a bit more forcibly, digging and probing for paydirt.
And he's tantalizingly close, but he doesn't go for it.

I am MAD with desire by now, and reach around and grab his thrusting cock,
and to the best of my ability, as he's pulling away from me, plant him
RIGHT at the entrance.  Thankfully, he had one more bullet in that cocked
gun of his, and once he made entry he was just unleashed.  I truly don't
know if my ass has ever been savaged that much, but he turned into a wild
bucking machine.

That slick red rod, thin at first and dripping with all sorts of precum to
smooth its way, starts to grow and lengthen VERY quickly once in.  Nature
is taking over, as he finally seeks to truly plow my ass.  But maybe its
inexperience too.  His own wild bucking is working against him as well.  As
he jabs and thrusts in and out of me for all he is worth, he is rocking and
pistoning up and down on each hind leg, and at some point he pulls out,
then stabbing back again and again trying to find the sweet massaging hole
his cock has just left.

Its no good, for him anyway.  He wants back in but has to take a breather,
but it also gives me a chance to take a breather as well.  I LOVE when a
big dog mounts me repeatedly and just skewers me, but doesn't tie with me.
The ACT, the ANTICIPATION, the pure lust and desire that build from being
repeatedly mounted, is not hard to describe, but simply hard to understand.
Call it foreplay if you will, but its almost like teasing somebody with
your cock before you finally plow them in earnest for all you're worth,
going for the gold.

I've never been on the receiving end for a guy, and doubt that I ever
could.  But a dog?  I can't explain it.  All day long.  There's just
something about the pure animal lust and desire that can build.  But when
they're fucking you, they're fucking you to BREED you.  Its all business to
them.  Forget being gentle with you, at least while they're drilling you.

I'm dizzy, but smiling now.  Almost wagging my ass at him to come give it
another try.  And five or so minutes later, he circles me again, and once I
even grab at his cock and sheath, he's around me again, hopping up with a
bit more confidence each time.  Once again, though, he settles in too high
into my ass crack and starts to hump away.  Once again, I have to grab
around and take hold of his cock and practically plant it at the entrance,
but by now, just the act of my taking hold of his cock unleashes a painful
barrage of almost frantic and wildly aimed jabs into me, with none hitting
the mark for more than one or two deep thrusts.

He hops off again, almost frustrated this time.  I'm seeing stars at the
relentless but almost unsuccessful pounding he just gave me.  Its all I can
do to just shake my head to catch my breath, and wince in pain at just how
powerful that bone that is within a dogs plunging cock can manhandle you.

As I heave in and out, I look down at my own cock, still pointing rock hard
6" out, but now dripping a long stream of cum drool from the thick head all
the way to the floor of the deck.  Its begging for release, and as I reach
down to pump on it a few times, my friend is back for round three, and this
time mounts me with no help or coaxing from me.  I can barely stand on just
one arm but my cock needs me now, and this wild blue eyed bandit finally
thinks he has figured it out, and I'm OK with it.

He is just savaging my ass trying to find his sweet spot, and the second he
makes hard entry into me, he plunges so deep in this drive that I start
spewing like a proverbial fountain, gritting my teeth and clenching my eyes
as my own balls erupt in pleasure, spewing one rope after another in unison
as this bucking, fucking machine literally pounds our balls till they are
slapping together, like he is driving a nail into a rock!  It is wildly
intense, as his slim cock quickly grows to enormous proportions, both in
length and girth, and I can tell I can feel that knot as it also is quickly
growing as it passes in and out with each thrust.  But his inexperience
betrays him once again, and those dancing and bucking hips allow him to
pull out and miss his re-entry, this time stabbing me low again next to my
now tight balls, as he so desperately wants to tie with me.

But exhaustion has set in this time for both of us.  He's working hard
trying to figure it all out, and I've just been pummelled repeatedly,
thankfully and literally getting the cum pounded out of me on the last
attempt.  As I'm almost slumping to the deck floor, I look around at a
simply gorgeous animal, with a monster cock on him that had swollen to
immense proportions, just pulsing its cum load out onto the floor, as if he
was still locked and loaded and in position, and even HE had to stop and
catch his breath and lay down.

Where had this young male come from?  Was he connected somehow,
spirit-wise, to the beautiful wolf I had been with up in the northwoods?
Was he sent here, somehow, to learn from me, or to TEACH me?

As always, if you liked this story, write to me and tell me so.  All of us
authors here on Nifty really dig the feedback.  It keeps us writing.

Tom
rowdster2006@hotmail.com