Dog Tale by Bestial

A literotic sexstories: Dog Tale by Bestial

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.