Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 21:19:57 -0500 From: thomas jacobson Subject: The Power of the Penis This is going to be my first attempt at fiction here on Nifty. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Its all the great feedback that we get that just seems to get those creative (and otherwise) juices flowing, and makes us want to write more, so it is much appreciated. I've been fortunate to have some very positive and almost humbling comments on my writing. Who would have thought I got my start writing about animal sex on Nifty? Mostly I just write very conversationally, pretty much from a personal perspective (first person, I think they call it). I hope that comes through as well as I craft a story around a personal fantasy. Love is a wonderful thing, isn't it? But lust can be an awesome thing, as well. Love is the gentle caress, the caring that is shared between whoever the two of you are. But LUST ... lust is that awesome hard banging you get when somebody is pretty much in it for THEIR pleasure first, and the rest is up to you. Animal sex is a lot like lust. I like lust. Maybe its just a guy thing. Of course, we're so different from the gals out there, who want to connect on an emotional level. That has its place, to be sure. But guys are just so visual. Hell, I remember that when I was really young growing up, even the sight of a couple of birds going at it ever so briefly got my attention, so much that I would stop and turn around and see if they were still there. Seeing a couple of dogs go at it was especially hot for me, and still is. Pure animal sex, to me, is just sex at its purest form. Total lust. Its the power of the penis, I like to think. There a very few guys out there who don't want to know where they compare in the equipment department with all the other guys out there. It may insecurity. It may be vanity. But there are plenty of straight guys out there, who just because, will still steal a glance when they're at a urinal at a ballgame somewhere. I've had some very interesting, and intellectual, conversations with many people who have commented about my stories. I may be writing, very visually, about very graphic GAY dog sex, but I'm writing it only because it happened to me as a sexual exploration of my youth. While many would contest it, I don't really consider myself as gay, as I still really love women, and do want kids one day. But to me, the power of the penis is transfixing, and I don't know why. Its probably because thats the one who is in control, and seeing an animal take another, just banging away until he is satiated, just grabs me. Maybe its because of my upbringing on our family farm in the South, that I had a chance to see all those farm animals as a developing young boy. Damn, I knew how I compared with friends and such (pretty well, by the way, as everyone seems to want to know), but getting to go up to one of the horses on our farm and take that gargantuan meat loaf in my hand, that was pure pleasure. I'd never have anything like that, but I was right there massaging that monster meat of theirs, trying to get them hard, or to cum, or anything in between. The power of the penis. That horses was so much like our own, but SO MUCH BIGGER. I'll guarantee you anyone of you would have tried to do the same as I did. Only the donkeys weren't gelded, and to see their huge cocks, when they were half the size of a horse, was mesmerizing. Especially so when I was lucky enough to be around when they were in a breeding mood. I wanted to just be right there to feel that cum pulsing out of that monster rod. And the thing is, to see the head of their cock after they've cum ... hell, it can almost be the size of a grapefruit, and that ain't lyin'. Goats weren't that much to envy, because they stank so much, and their rods were pencil thin. But I still remember seeing a goat start to sprout some action, and then turn around and start sucking their own cocks! Damn, a man is lying if he says he wouldn't suck his own cock if he could (and evidently, there are a few that are limber enough and lucky enough sizewise to pull that trick off). Pigs are definitely screwy, to be sure, and that pun is intended. Their cocks are literally like corkscrews, but their balls are huge. They just pump gallons and gallons of cum into little Miss Piggy. I still remember seeing my first animal sex video of this monster boar pig that had to have been 250 to 300 pounds at a minimum, who screwed this farm chick. She just wiggled under all that weight and he just kept screwing and screwing, drowning her in the stuff. Afterwards, she stood up and pee'd out that cum from her pussy like she was a guy pissin'. I couldn't believe it. I jacked off to that over and over again. A girl getting fucked by an animal. My brother is the gay one. I'm the one who ended up with the zoo gene. Call THAT normal. But dogs are something else - something special. A dog fucks its bitch at a dizzying frantic pace. There ain't no caring loving touch to that, I can tell you. Nature in its purest animal lust. Just going crazy screwing, thinking that your bitch is trying to get away from you - and you ain't about to let that happen. And thats the knot. Thats what ties them together to make sure all that dog cum does its job. I can get just as hot watching two dogs go at it as a dog taking a chick or a guy. But it was this early exposure to animals and their cocks (not that that was anyone's intention), that drove me to my lifelong fetish of animals and fur. I love it. I can't get enough of it. I could lie on my back jacking off on a fur sheepskin rug, and just be lost (and I did repeatedly, by the way). I especially got off rubbing that fur across my balls, whether they were hanging loose and low in my ballsack, or tight up in me when I was about to cum. Fortunately my ex wife never made the connection. Its not exactly something you just share with anyone. If you're lucky enough, you have to carefully test the waters to find someone else that might get off on it as well. I can tell you that dogs to this day still get me hotter than anything else out there. Watching them fuck and buck that red rod (which can be about the size of a good guys crank, depending on the breed) into you or whomever, can make me cream faster than anything. Dogs think you're about to get away from them for some reason. They're stabbing away at you to make sure they stick their cock so far up your pussy or ass, that there ain't no way you're gonna get away from them. The weight of the dog is only one dimension to this whole picture. The FUR is another, and once you've had it once or twice, its hard to get out of your mind. The fact that you're NOT a bitch dog is another. Hey, one way or another that you think about it, your ass is NOT in the same position as a bitch's pussy. They're usually slicing away trying to score into you a bit too low, and it'll drive you mad with lust to feel that slick red carrot stick poking you and stabbing at the back of your balls. And YOU just think he's trying to tease you, but he wants your ass more than you want his dick (OK, maybe not, but once he finds you, it'll be WORTH it). He may jump off you and remount you over and over again, and you're getting blue balls from the frustration. But there's a trick to it, and eventually you'll adjust to the right position for whatever size dog you are with, and he will spear you with all the intensity of someone who hasn't had a good piece of ass in years. Your eyes will bug out and he will just start cramming it in you more and more, if not further and further. This ain't nothing like you've ever taken before I can assure you. As I live out in the country (for obvious reasons), I'm lucky to have good relationships with all of my neighbors. As we're on the outskirts of a major city, there are a lot of weekend folks who have bought places out here and come out only sporadically. One such couple bought a 30 AC tract a mile or so down the road from my place, and I met them at a local store stocking up their little cabin. Well, over some time we struck up a nice little friendship, and they recognized the value of having a trusted neighbor help to keep an eye on their place. Not that I needed more to do, but when I had gone over there to visit one weekend with them, I noticed very quickly that a not-so-responsible neighbor had a lot of dogs that ran loose out on the road. Two of the brothers from one such litter had taken to visiting my friends whenever they saw somebody come on the property, and like a bunch of stray cats, pretty much lived there. To my interest and great fortune, they were good sized dogs - mostly a Heinz 57 mix, but looked a lot like bloodhounds. Big and ganglely with long floppy ears, short fur, and long muscular legs. These guys were inseparable, and you could tell they were just adolescent dogs of just a year of so old. Happy and friendly, they were always around and relishing the attention that the visitor friends brought, that they probably weren't getting at their own home. I'd be drinking beer, and the husband would have one with me while the wife always had her wine. I could sense a situation setting itself up that I would be hopeful to take advantage of. These big old goofballs were just all around us, being loved on and scratched, and rolling on the ground and constantly licking those bulbous cocks of theirs. The bottom line is that we became fast friends, and they ultimately entrusted me with a key to the place to keep an eye on things. I knew that "band of brothers" would show up just as well to see me as they did anyone, and I didn't wait long before "I just had to go check on things". Beautiful spring day, and fortunately we hadn't had the torrential rains that normally swamp us many days here in GA. That spring grass was coming up everywhere, and it made for soft walking (and other such pleasures as were to take place). I made it over there pretty much early on the day I had off. Moose and Vinny, as we had taken to calling the big goofballs, found me shortly after I came on the property, and were friendly as usual when they trotted up to the cabin. For the first time I was alone out here with these dogs, and I was excited to be sure. I was already hard with the anticipation, but knew that getting some dogs interested was far more difficult than it seemed. This reminded me a lot of my first golden retrievers, where one was a little older and experienced (I guess he just had the instinct). The other one, while drop dead gorgeous, was dumber than a bag of hammers, and it took a lot on my part to finally "teach" him what I wanted - where he didn't think we were playing. Fortunately for me, most dogs are like most guys. Start jacking on their cocks, and you get their immediate attention. But that doesn't mean they know what to do next. If these guys haven't ever fucked a bitch before, they'll never figure out that my ass was inviting them as much. I go through all the motions, cause I've been here before. Sometimes you're just too friendly to a dog, and all the invitations in the world won't convince them that you want them to MOUNT you and FUCK you. You are a play companion to them, not a sexual object. Well, Moose and Vinny were definitely interested, but also inexperienced as it turned out to me. This was nothing but a game to them, albeit a very fun game where this great person is jacking my dick and making me feel really good. I have stripped out of my jeans and boxers, and am crawling around between these very two interested, but stupid, dogs. Frustrating to say the least. I'm hard, and I'm doing everything I know how to entice these dogs to jump me. They lick on my cock and balls a little bit, but it ain't a pussy to them. I've got one, or both, of them walking all around me and licking the crack of my ass, and I'm jacking them thinking the thrusting movements they start will kick on the pilot light upstairs. I even jump up on their hips and ass like I've mounted them, and they just let me go right ahead. I'm reaching around jacking on them and trying to get them in a humping mood and it just ain't clickin'. This is too much. It was the perfect setup. Nobody around. Perfect day. Young, hung dogs. But they just don't know what to do. Finally, in desperation, I'm crawling around trying to get them to chase me down and mount me. The play is there, but they just don't know what mounting is. So when one of them has got his nose and tongue lapping away at my ass and balls, driving me nuts, I just kind of back into him, and he kind of hops up on my back. Of course, he's not gripping me and doesn't know what he is supposed to be doing or what will happen next. He's just kind of laying up there. Fortunately I'm able to reach around and grip that big ole crank of his and start jacking on him some. Thank GOD nature has put a bit of instinct into these dogs, because he finally starts bucking a bit. I make sure that he's in the right place at the right time and he finally hits it home. You don't know true frustration unless you've been here before. And the more it builds the more lust begins to build up. Finally, you're just just yelling at them to just FUCK you, eagerly coaxing them on until nature takes over. I don't even know which one I got to do this and I don't care. The other goofball is watching with interest, but little else. But like I said, I stopped caring the minute it all came together. For him, it was just "plug the cock into the ass, and it feels good" And when it feels good, he did it, thank god. He started pumping it in me further and further and faster and faster. That grip, those long muscular legs, have gripped around my waist hard and are almost drawing blood out of my thighs, they're locked onto me so tight. That long thin cock is now becoming a long thick cock, and he is bucking into me like he's never done before (and he never has before, but to him and me, its just that good). The one thing I don't know I can take is the knot, especially on these guys. He is thrusting madly into me, pistoning like a well oiled machine for the first time in his life. Its as unforgettable to him as it is to me. There can be pain from a big dog, more so from him tying you with his knot. But there is 8" and more of pure dog pounding me like no man could ever pound someone, and no lube was needed. That slick red poker would as soon skewer a virgin ass as a professional pussy. Once he's in, its only a matter of time, but tighter is always better. I am being just savaged by this guy. The hilt would be that 8" plus those 2 golf balls on either side that make up his knot. But I've reached around and am gripping that plunging tool, and keeping it from going all the way in. Once the knot starts growing, there's no getting in anyway (at least on me), but he doesn't know any better or worse, and just keeps pounding away on me. Finally, I can feel that knot pound against my ass cheeks at its full engorgement, and there ain't gettin' in any further. But he doesn't know this and just keeps thrusting away. I was so tired I could let go and hold myself up on my two front arms as he kept up his ramrod attack in me. What is more like minutes can seem like hours when you are caught up in something like this. He finally just sort of slows down and stops, still way up on my back and ass, and holding himself firmly in place, like he's still about to lose me. And while he's up there I can still feel that now monster cock in me just pulsating and jerking, as he's not finished yet dumping his cum in me. Its not enough to feel this full, but it ain't no man cummin' in you. He's got a lot more, and for the first time in his life, he's not letting go of me until he knows he's done. Without that know, though, this isn't a 15 minute cum session like it could be. When he starts to jump off me to turn around butt to butt, that big ole cock pops out of me like a cork, and you probably could've shined a light up there I had been reamed out so much. And all that dog juice came pouring out. You can't know true exhaustion until you've been fucked by a dog. Its like nothing else you'll ever experience. Good god, all I could do was wilt to the ground in the soft grass. I must have passed out from the dizziness and all the cum I shot as well, without even having to touch my barrel. Animal lust is like nothing else. Animal attraction, as they say, is the purest form of sex you can experience with someone. Now you know why. Let me know what you think. I've got to reread this and take care of business myself right now.