My shivering body stood still for a couple minutes, catching my breath, my semi-stiffie now dangling out of my shorts, shrinking but still dripping boyish goo. I guess he liked what he saw, cause he got up and sniffed my puddles of white goo on the ground, then came up close and sniffed my wee-wee. Right then, I wasn’t about to stop him. His rough wet tongue lingeringly licked its tip, making it jump and start to swell again. That tongue more forcefully licked it again and again. He’d tasted me and liked it. I so wanted to taste him but couldn’t.
His million of lovable licks made my wee-wee stiff again. This time, I went into the woods and behind some trees where he could still see me. My hand frantically tugged down my shorts, then my moist underpants, and finally pulled up my tee-shirt. My lower body was now naked just like his, though totally hairless. He silently watched me having laid back down, and again began licking his doggy-dick. I thought I saw a doggy smile on his face.
“Go on with the show,” it looked like he was telling me.
I turned directly towards him and wiggled my short stiffy at him. I so wanted him to lick my stiffie again and now my exposed almost-flat ball-sack, but he remained lying. He looked interested, but after his glorious squirt, not interested enough to get up and come over.
“I guess this will be without him, ” I thought as I started stroking my stiffie, bending my back backwards and pushing it straight out. If he wanted a show, I’d give him one.
My right hand continued stroking, first slowly, teasingly, then faster and faster. It was only a couple minutes before my breathing again quickened and I could feel my body shivering and shaking. Guttural grunts escaped my lips as my stiffie again exploded and squirted little boy juices all over that tree trunk.
I reached out to steady my shaking body against that cum-coated tree. I didn’t squirt nearly as much as the first time, but my erotic eruption felt nearly as good. I shook the last dangling drops of evidence off my shrinking stiffie onto the ground. After catching my breath for a minute, my still trembling hands pulled up my underpants, then my shorts. When i came out from behind that tree, he was there still looking and licking.
He looked up at me, gave me a kind of doggy smile, then hobbled away, his bloated member still swinging and swaying. It was some sight to see and one that I’ll always remember.
That evening when I undressed, I sniffed the sock from that leg, still smelling a little of his doggy scent. I was still too afraid to lick or taste it, like he had of mine.
I abruptly decided to go to bed naked, looking like that dog had, instead of wearing my usual cartoon-patterned jammies. The real difference between us was that he was hairy but my entire boyish body was totally hairless. Sleeping naked just felt like something I needed to do. My white body slipped between my crisp white sheets and almost immediately fell asleep.
I fitfully turned all night long, dreaming of that pooch. In my dream, we were both naked, lying together side-by-side on a blanket under a warm sunny sky, well, he was always naked. At first, we were both pointing in the same direction, his eyes again peering into mine and mine into his.
Then abruptly the dream shifted and we were both fully aroused. My stiffie was now in front of his snout and my head was in front of his again-bloated doggy-dick.
His rough tongue reached out and began licking my stiffie, making it jump a little. My head moved closer to his doggy-dick and he rested his lifted hind leg on top of my head. My nose smelled his doggy scent, and for some odd reason, I liked it. His frequent tonguing was making me hornier and hornier, and eliminating any inhibitions I might have had.
Both my eyes focused on the glistening fluid seeping from its tip, always oozing, then dripping down on the blanket. I just couldn’t contain myself any longer. My tongue stuck way out and licked the tip, catching one of his liquid pearls.
“Mmmmmmm, he tasted good, tangy but good,” my mind murmured as my tongue licked again catching another clear pearl.
Finally, I licked a third time, this time not pulling back but continuing to lick him just like he was continuously licking me. Stopping, my mouth even strongly sucked on his torrid tip, my tongue swirling all around it. That made him lick me a little faster. I guess this was becoming some kind of contest about who was going to explode first.
We both furiously licked each other, both our bodies tensing up almost at the same time, then shaking, almost ready to explode. Suddenly, I heard this buzzing sound and I woke up. That buzzing had been my alarm clock waking me up foir school. It seemed to always buzz at the best parts of my dreams.
Both eyes peered under the covers. My naked wee-wee was now a full-fledged stiffie, pointing straight up, my boy juices dripping out its pee slit. They looked further down, seeing a puddle of my goo on the now-wrinkled sheet. I jumped up, got a face cloth, and quickly wiped up that creamy puddle, hoping that the sheet would dry before Mommy came in to make my bed. I then quickly hopped into the shower to take care of my stiff little problem, more globs of creamy boy-juice squirted onto the shower stall wall.
My mind thought about that pooch a lot that summer. I even went back to that area a couple times looking for him, but he was never around. Since that fateful day, I’ve always looked at dogs in a very different way, kind of like a girl checks out a guy’s bulge. I wondered how big they would get when they were excited, how far their doggie-dicks would stick out, what shape they’d be, and how big a knot they’d have. I’ve never really done any hands-on research to find out, but still, always wondered.
I asked my parents whether I could get a dog, a large size one, but they always said “no”. Both worked and they’d be afraid about how to keep the dog when they were at work. Somewhere in my mind I knew what that dog and I would be doing between the time I got home from school and they got home from work. We’d become bosom buddies, well maybe not bosom, but something a lot lower down, but that was something never to be.
More recently, I’ve thought about getting a doggie fur suit, then acting out, or role playing, a fantasy with a male alpha fur. I’d even wear a doggy collar with jingling tags. We might wrestle first as two pooches might play.
I’m sure that very quickly I would be so horny in a fur suit fooling around with another fur like that. I’d be turned on even more as I sucked that “doggie-dick” sticking out of my companion’s fur suit, kissing, licking, and suckling, envisioning it to be a real doggy-dick. I suspect that I’d be so aroused that my stiffie might strongly squirt without even touching myself.
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