A Dog and I by Jack1e

Keywords: bDog, best

Rev 0, January 2018One hot summer day many, many years ago, shortly after I had turned eighteen, I was out hiking in the woods near some residential properties. I had stopped to admire the view and relax for a couple minutes. The sun was warm, the wild flowers were blooming, and the butterflies were flitting all around. It was close to the perfect day.

Suddenly from out of the woods, a medium-large sized dog with brown and black scragly hair approached me, the jingling of his dog tags announcing his arrival. He looked friendly enough and his tail was wagging a mile-a-minute, but I was still leery since I’d never seen him before so I stood perfectly still.

His snout sniffed towards me, then he moved much closer and his rough tongue licked my bare leg since I was wearing very short shorts. That made my young body shiver. Finally his nose forcefully shoved into my pant’s crotch and took some long lingering sniffs, then whining a bit like he enjoyed it. I had jerked my wee-wee off earlier that morning so maybe his strong sense of smell had detected that. Again, he pressed his snout into my crotch, this time keeping it there for a minute or two.

Just that snout pressure against my crotch made my wee-wee tingle. I’d never been touched quite like that before and it felt oh so naughty. Back then, it didn’t take much to get my wee-wee aroused. When ever I was naked, it seemed to enjoy sticking straight out, bobbing all around, throbbing, its foreskin retracting, especially when I was taking a shower. Almost every time, I had to wrap my soapy hand around that horny mini hot dog, vigorously stroking until my little lips greatly gasped and that stiffie strongly squirted, globs of my warm wet cum dotting the shower stall wall. Luckily, Mommy never caught me, or knew, that I was doing that.

Without warning, that pooch reared up, his paws on my now-shaking shoulders, his snout right in front of my face, his tongue lolling out, drooling. I could feel his hot dog-food breath on my face and smell his distinctly doggy scent. His eyes looked red, looking deep into me, almost burning into my soul. He wanted something and I didn’t know what.

All of a sudden, his lower body began gyrating, hornily humping my naked leg, the coarse hairs on his doggy-dick pouch rubbing both sides of my little leg, first on the left side, then on the right, a different side with each and every stroke. It tickled, but also felt so good. I could clearly hear his tags jingling as he thrust. To this day, I have no idea why he had picked me, but I was later glad he did.

My eyes widened as his doggy-dick started peeking out of that hairy sheath, looking so bright pink against his black and brown fur. It didn’t look anything like my much smaller white wee-wee. It swiftly slithered out even farther, so much longer and thicker, and as I quickly learned, it was just beginning to grow. My muddled mind was both fascinated and afraid, never having seen anything like it before, not even another boy’s stiff wee-wee.

I’d seen a male dog pee a few times, just lifting their leg and letting its hairy sheath squirt, but nothing had ever swollen out of their sheaths. I guess that it’s the same for me as usually when I peed, my little white wee-wee didn’t get stiff, just strongly squirted a yellow stream through its puffy and wrinkled foreskin. At the end, it only dribbled and my hand had to be quickly shake it to get the last drops out. If I shook it too much at the non-private trough at school, it started getting hard and the older boys standing along side me would tease me, calling me a “homo.” They would watch mine but I would get harassed if I looked at their bigger ones.

Hey, it wasn’t my fault that my wee-wee was always getting hard. It was like it had a mind of its own and it wasn’t telling me what it was thinking.

My eyes had only seen my Daddy’s uncut cock a half-dozen times, twice when we’d showered together to conserve water during a water ban, and a couple times when we’d peed together at urinals without those dividers. He was uncut too, though his foreskin seemed to be peeled back most of the time exposing a fat pink head. Even his much larger dangling meat looked nothing like this pooch’s thingie.

Just seeing my Daddy’s naked cock had made my wee-wee grow and become super-stiff. It never cooperated. I knew that Daddy had noticed, especially when we were naked in the shower together, it was hard not to, but other than his dangling cock swelling a little, nothing was ever done or said. Although he did smile a little. Those times, I couldn’t do anything about my stiff problem and had to dry off then slip into my white underpants sporting an obvious bulge. It always took a long time for it to deflate back down. Luckily, Mommy never saw me with that boyish bulge. I would have been so embarrassed and I don’t know if she would understand.

I should have pushed that pooch down off me and away, but didn’t for some reason, and let his horny doggy-dick have its way with my bare leg. Definitely an alpha dog, taking what he needed. It continued to swell so much bigger and fatter, now looking almost bright red. It was so hugely swollen that I wondered if he was in pain and became afraid to interrupt him. Suddenly, and maybe magically, there appeared this big red ball ballooning at its base. Another unknown for me.

My boyish body felt him shiver and sway against me as he hornily humped. At one point, I even wrapped my short arms around his furry midsection, both to steady him, and also me, as that doggy-dick humped harder and pumped faster. His hot breath almost scalded my neck as he rested his snout on my shoulder, panting deeper and quicker.

I even closed my eyes a little as my own breathing increased, my wee-wee tingling, then throbbing, and my shorts beginning to obviously tent. The good-boy part of me couldn’t believe that I was allowing this gross action, and that in response, it was exciting me so down there.

His doggy-dick continued to ferociously hump and pump, spearing into my little leg, then slickly rubbing up and down both sides, coating them with his puppy-making juices. I could so acutely feel his warm wetness oozing onto my leg as I could feel his hot drool soaking the shoulder of my tee-shirt, those two feelings both naughty and oh so very nice. I guess he liked our coupling as he almost continuously half-barked and hotly panted.

I would never admit this to anyone, but I loved how his doggy-dick felt humping me. There was just something so arousing about it and my wee-wee was definitely being aroused. After only a couple minutes, we were both hard and hot, needing to explode.

My horny hand so wanted to take my little stiffie out, unwrap it from my tighty whities, and rub its horny head against his hard hairy belly. Maybe even against his swollen doggy-dick, two stiff swords dueling, then pulling back my wrinkled foreskin and letting our swollen tips commingle but I was too afraid.

Anyway, before I even make up my mind, I felt his body tense, then strongly shiver. Hot wet juices squirted from that bloated doggy-disk all over my bare leg, some running down into my sock and shoe. I too shivered a little. I didn’t know what to do so stood perfectly still, his still-drooling gooey doggy-dick almost stuck against my leg.

Finally, his shivering body dropped down, back onto all fours. Looking tired, he sat on his side on the ground. I could still intensely feel his hot doggy-juices running down my leg. Both my wide-open eyes vividly saw his still-bloated red member with this big swollen ball at the base. I never knew what that ball, a knot, was for until years later.

My small hand reached down and roughly rubbed my stiffness through my shorts. Mine needed attention and needed it NOW. For some reason, what that dog had done had made me very, very horny. He was satisfied, but I wasn’t.

Still dripping, his dick remained oh so bloated. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It so fascinated me as I constantly rubbed my stiffness. I rubbed even harder as my now half-closed eyes watched him lick his doggy-dick with his long tongue, seemly enjoying both the feelings from his tongue’s rough licks and the taste of his own puppy-making juices. I had once tried to lick my wee-wee but even with it stiff, my young body was too chubby to bend around and reach. I couldn’t even squirt my own creamy juices in my mouth so I could taste them.

My horny mind suddenly wondered what his swollen doggy-dick tasted like. Also whether it would be OK to touch and maybe taste it like his mouth had, but I was too afraid of how he would react. I had never seen that dog before.

While he alternately licked and looked up at me, licked and looked up, I pulled down my zipper then wriggled my stiffie out though my white underpants opening. It felt so good just releasing it from its moist confines, setting it free, feeling the warm breeze rush over it. I so wished that I was totally naked but not here in the open.

He seemed to know what I needed and looked up at me saying “Go ahead” and I did.

Pulling my foreskin all the way back, my now swollen stiffie’s head looked pearly pink and bloated like his. A drop of my juice glistened from its pee-hole.

As he continued to lick and look, my right hand slowly stroked my short stiffie, loving how my stroking felt. Hot horny feelings grew stronger and stronger in my body. Soon, I began jerking my stiffie faster and faster, my breath coming in gasps, while my mind vividly remembered his humping actions. In only a couple minutes, my stiffie squirted, like his had, onto the ground next to him, one of my much-bigger boyish cums. I sighed, then smiled. Years later, my mind would wonder if this would be considered as my first encounter with mutual masturbation.