Dog Tale

I was 12-years-old and as every normal young man, I had the run of the

neighborhood. Having many friends, myself with the higher IQ of most, I was

always doing odd jobs for all the neighbors. Having a lot of mechanical

abilities, I had a small engine repair shop in our backyard. My Step-Dad and I

built a large steel building where I worked on mowers (riding and push), chain

saws, go-carts, mini-bikes, tillers (garden), and all small engine-type

machinery. The building was solid steel with only one door and no windows. I

added a latch on the inside of the door where I could lock myself in for the

privacy to work without unnecessary interruptions. The setting was a great

work place. I had all the tools imaginable along with work benches and so on.

Once inside, I had every- thing to do the best job possible.

As most young men, I had a best friend that stayed by my side just about

everywhere I'd go. Whenever you'd see me, my friend and PROTECTOR was there.

My friend and protector was a large German Shepherd. He was large, weighing

approximately 100 lbs. Sarge, a male Shepherd, was there for me to listen and

watch over me when the (older) bullies would try to pick on me. Never did he

let me down.

When I'd go into my workshop, he would be there! He never did answer, but he

would never fail to listen.

On one hot summer night, I decided to go out and tinker around to get a head

start on the next day. I had on a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt which was

my normal apparel during the summer. Of course, my best friend was right by my

side. We went in, locked the door, and I sat on a stool beginning to work on a

push mower. The stool was real low to the ground where my knees were higher

than my butt.

I was putting points and condenser in, and out of the blue my best friend came

over and began humping on my leg. It was rather shocking at the time. Being a

larger dog than most, when he wrapped his front legs around mine, he meant

business. I tried to push him off, but the more I pushed the more he pulled on

and the harder he humped. Then I felt his dick slapping against my leg. For

some reason, that feeling excited me. I leaned over to see it, which made the

excitement increase even more. It was large, long, kind of pointed at the head

and super pink. My own dick began getting hard and I knew the feeling of

getting off.

He was humping even harder now and I saw him letting out some a pre-cum on my

leg. When I saw that, I knew he was needing to get off. I had some Vaseline

within my reach so I grabbed it and took a good amount in my hand. I then took

a hold of his dick, grasping it firmly, letting him fuck it as hard as he

wanted. He pulled even tighter to my leg and fucked my hand real fast. It

wasn't too long before he started shaking and shot cum all up and down my legs

and arms. Right when he got off, his dick swelled up 3 times larger and the

cum was in a great amount. That was real exciting and hot! The size of his

tool was fascinating; when he got off, it swelled like a balloon, the shots of

cum were long, thick and covered my entire leg.

When he backed off, it was as if he looked and smiled, saying, "Thanks." He

looked like he wanted to repay me. He started licking all the cum off my legs

and got up to my crotch. My dick was throbbing. My nuts were hanging out and

when his tongue hit them, WOW! I had to pull the rest out. I did and he

licked it as if he had done it before. He licked my balls, started at the base

of my dick and worked to the head. At one point, he took it all into his mouth

as if he were sucking it. He licked it and gnawed until I couldn't stand it

any longer. I stretched out both legs, held his head and shot my load. He

continued licking at the head and caught every drop. He ate it all with a

hungry look in his eyes. I had a gay dog and he really treated his owner with

pure pleasure. We became even better friends right then, 'cause we gave each

other a lot of pleasure. That was the beginning of a new type of relationship

between us.

Approximately two weeks went by without any happenings. We ran around as if

nothing ever happened, although in the back of my mind I was worried about him

jumping on my leg while out on an outing. It didn't ever happen, though!

After two weeks went by, he and I were in the workshop late in the evening. As

always, the door was locked on the inside. Since it was late, the rest of the

family was already in bed, so there wasn't a chance of anyone knocking at the

door.

I was hard at work with a riding mower and had nothing else on my mind. I was

leaning over the seat, working on the gear box that drives the rear wheels. It

was apparent that Sarge had other things on his mind, though. He walked over to

me and licked me on the back of my neck a couple of times. I reached up and

patted him on the top of the head and said, "That's a good boy!" He went over

and sat down while I continued to work. A few minutes later he came back over

to me. I was still leaning over the seat, then all of a sudden, he reared up,

locked his front feet under my arms and around my chest and started humping my

head. He was a powerful Shepherd and had me pinned over the seat. I was

off-balanced and had trouble trying to pull away. When I put my hands on the

ground and turned my head to push up, his long pink dick started slapping me on

the face. It was hard, slick, and he was determined to get off with me again.

He humped hard, pulling me harder against his dick. His dick slapped against

my lips and thoughts of him on my dick a couple of weeks earlier came to mind.

His determination of hanging on so tightly finally paid off. I slowly started

to part my lips and his dick was right on target. The heat, slickness, and

length was turning me on more and more.

I finally opened and let him in, holding my lips firmly over him.

That is what he was after! When it penetrated my hot lips, even more came out

of him length-wise. He was humping harder now and I could feel and taste

little spurts of pre-cum hitting the back of my throat. The taste was rather

strong, but sweet. He fucked my mouth for about two to three minutes, maybe

longer? Then he swelled hugely and filled my mouth with what seemed to be a

pint of cum. The size of him was so big inside my mouth I couldn't pull off

him. I had no real choice of doing nothing but swallow as fast as possible to

keep from drowning. When he finally relaxed, it was still swollen behind my

teeth. I took him by the rear and pulled off. He yelped fairly loud when my

teeth scraped across his tender dick. After he sat down, he began licking

himself, still entirely out from the swelling. As he licked more, the swelling

started to go down and returned back in. While the sight of that was

happening, I sat on the seat pulling my hard dick out, taking my shorts all the

way off. I began stroking my own and Sarge looked at me. He seemed to smile

at me then got up and came over. He stuck his nose to my asshole, sniffing

then started licking. He tongued my asshole, then moved to my balls and on to

my hard shaft. I moved my hand and he went to work in an experienced manner.

For some reason, this time he spent a lot of time licking and nosing my

asshole. This was beginning to feel great, then he moved back to the balls and

shaft. I lasted approximately five minutes, then I shot my load. The first

hit him on the nose, then he moved directly to the head. Um, just as if he knew

where the best feeling was. He lapped at my dick's head ferociously while I

milked every drop out for my total pleasure and for his returned pleasure.

After that experience, I really began to wonder if he was a reincarnated gay

male. This Shepherd knew the right was of giving pleasure and was even more

determined on the right ways to get it, too! The more I thought about it, the

more convinced I was that he was a gay male in another life.

A few nights later we had our last and final experience. I went to the shop

becauseit needed to really be cleaned badly after months of neglect. The

workbench and shelves were a total wreck. I cleaned the top bench off and the

top shelf and only the the bottom shelf needed to be finished. It was a super

hot evening and I was sweating more than usual because of it. I didn't have a

shirt on and was wearing a loose (baggy) pair of gym shorts. I sweated so bad

that my shorts were totally soaked.

Not thinking of anything except cleaning, I knelt down on all fours and started

straightening the bottom shelf. That is where I kept motor oil, gear lube,

hard grease (for what needed heavy grease) and Vaseline for the things needing

a lighter type of lube.

I spent a few minutes cleaning. Sarge came up behind me and started smelling

and nosing my asshole through the shorts. The first thing I thought about was

him jumping on me, trying to fuck me. We had been through a couple of

experiences, which he kept a secret, so I thought, "Why not?" At least try,

anyway.

I reached for the Vaseline and greased my asshole up, loosening it up by

forcing two fingers inside. I took Sarge and got him riled up, taking a hold

of his dick. It wasn't long before he reared up on my back and his dick was

slapping against my asshole. I reached between my legs, stroking him to a hard

hard-on, then squeezed him inside me. He was getting real excited now. He

humped so hard that at times his back feet were coming off the ground. He was

fucking me long and hard! His dick felt like a brass furnace inside me. Going

deeper and deeper with every hump. While he was wrapped around me with his

front legs, it was as if he was giving me a reach-around (like a true gay

male). The excitement of him fucking my ass and stroking my dick was great.

Not thinking of anything except the feeling at the time, it wasn't long before

I shot all over my stomach; long, thick streams; one hitting my chin. Right

when that excitement was finished for me, he began to get off as well.

Forgetting about the massive swelling when he got off, my asshole began to

hurt. He was cumming deep in my ass and the swelling was stretching me out. I

was filling fast with both cum and swelling. The pain was getting worse and I

wasn't sure if it was from the amount of cum or the

swelling. I finally felt the cum subsiding, but the swelling stayed. I felt as

if I had been given a gallon of fluid in an enema. He had gotten off inside

me; I had gotten off as well, but the swelling was still there. We were stuck

as two Shephards; me, on all fours; him, trying to pull out. His dick swollen

as a balloon in my ass where the air couldn't get out. At one point, he turned

from my back, trying to walk away and pull out. I had both my legs holding him

to me. I held him, lying on my stomach for what seemed to be hours. In about

20 minutes, the pressure of the cum finally pushed him out. Damn! What a

relief it was! We had both gotten off once again, but the pain was more than I

wanted. That was the end of our sexual relationship. It had been exciting and

new experiences for the time being. A couple of days after that, I sold him to

be a watch dog for a service station. and avoided going around there.