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14

My fourteenth year was surreal. After a few awkward encounters having sex with my dad when he was sober we’d fallen into a more comfortable pattern. I was initiating with my dad more often than he was within months. Soon, as often as I wanted it- and at that age it was sometimes more than daily, I’d have him bent over the counter in the kitchen or on his knees in the den. Every couple days I’d get the urge to return the favor. We’d be watching TV and I’d grope him briefly till he got hard, then lean over and suck his cock.

There was something about blowing him I didn’t get from Brian. He was big, he wasn’t as clean as Brian, he was almost pathetically grateful for getting head. Whether it was the way his cock filled my mouth, the taste of his dirty dick, or getting to be close with my dad and cuddle after- I found myself wanting to have sex with him more and more.

My life split into three parts. At school I was a normal teenage guy. I’d always done well in school and continued to do so. My disinterest seemed to spur the girls on and I steadily had a girlfriend- but never for too long. Once they realized I was “too good a guy” to put out, they’d move on. I wasn’t much of an athlete but played practice with our JV football team.

At home with my dad I was (although I didn’t know the term yet) a total dominate top. I probably jerked off less when I was fourteen than the rest of my life. If I had a boner it was in my dad or Brian. My dad was crazy for my dick, it didn’t take any prodding for me to get him to get me off. For his part he seemed to just be in a state of constant disbelief that his long held fantasy was come true. When I was jerking it at home there we were side by side on the couch watching TV, occasionally reaching over to feel one another pieces.

With Brian I was going through my first relationship. We fought sometimes but it was never significant. Holding him was entirely unlike holding my dad. We held onto one another like we were shipwrecked, clinging onto some piece of flotsam. Knowing that we needed to hold on in order to survive.

I loved him more than I’d ever realized I could love someone and told him constantly. We softened around each other and hardened one another to the world. He obsessed my every thought and I was given an indescribable security knowing he felt the same way. If you’ve been in love like this than you already know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t I could never describe it to you.

I had two first this year that bear mentioning. The rest was to me just business as usual. If anyone could ever believe me that fucking my dad and best friend almost every day was usual.

“I want to try getting fucked by Mac” I said.

“Seriously?” Brian said. He grinned like I had offered to him to fuck me.

I shrugged and nodded.

Mac was already with us in Brian’s room. We’d had one of our rare days alone at his place and Brian never passed up the chance to have Mac join in with us when we were alone.

Brian had me leave my shirt on. Mac took almost no convincing, Brian had to hold him off to suck his red rocket and lube him up.  Mac’s paws were on my back as soon as Brian told him to come up on the bed.

I already had misgivings about doing this and his claws on my back had me snapped to reality, the sharp painful jabs of his dog cock on my ass missing it’s target made me decide to stop- if it hurt this much out of me how could it feel good in me?

But before I could say anything, maybe after four quick jabs, he found home. He rammed all the way in me. The feeling was somehow almost good compared to the stabbing on my ass before he found my hole.

It still hurt enough for me to cry out in pain though. Brian told me to relax, that the pain would pass in a second.

Mac fucked me like a machine gun. Every thrust came quicker than I’d ever pounded into Brian or my dad. His fur on me, his hot breath in my ear, and his paws left no room for me to think it was anything but an animal in me. The primalness of giving myself up to a beast was exciting. It gave me something I’d never gotten with my dad or Brian.

He mounted me for around seven minutes before I wanted to stop. When I tried to move away though the pain was unbearable.

“Fuck man he must of knotted you.” Brian said, “Shit. I’m sorry I should have warned you this could happen. He’s never done it with me. Guess he doesn’t get anything tight enough for that from me.”

He laughed at his last words and affectionately caressed my ass.

“It’ll pass soon man. Once he cums he’ll start going down.”

Over the next few minutes Mac’s already aggressive pace reached a fever pitch. Feeling him so large in me had me rock hard and I started to reach an orgasm. I moved my right hand to my cock but Brian wordlessly pulled it away, I soon came anyways though. Spurt after spurt of my load sprayed on Brian’s bed as my body was wracked my an orgasm unlike anything I’d had in my life. It felt like it went from my ankles to my neck and I briefly blacked out from it.

I came to moments later with the dog still inside of me, cock twitching, filling me up. Brian was stroking like a madman and I motioned for him to come by me, he kneeled in front of me on the bed and I sucked him off while his dog was still in me. Fifteen minutes later he slipped out.

Me in Brian laid in his bed for awhile in silence before I spoke up.

“I can see why you do that.” I said.

Over the next week I’d been fucked by Mac three times. I had immediately become a fiend for it. Brian would suck me off while his dog fucked me or I’d suck him off while I was being mounted.

We’d been bringing Mac over to my house, where we could play with him without worrying about his mom being there.

“I wanna trying coming without touching myself again.” I told Brian as we got on my bed.

“Hell yeah dude.” Brian said as I got on all fours and Mac began licking my hole.