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Subject: {ASSM} Story - A Boya and His Dog [Different] [bestiality, gay]
Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 16:10:03 -0500
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  A Boy and His Dog
By unknown author

We used to play a lot of frisbee in our front yard; back and forth
across our slate sidewalk. Our mother complained about us killing the
grass with our running around but we pleaded with her that there was
too much poison ivy in our designated playfield. One day, I was around
eleven at the time and my two younger brothers 9 and 7 respectively,
we were happily tossing the frisbee back and forth across the front
lawn. We had to be sure not to let it land on the ground, for our dog
Mackie would tear up and snatch it from us then drag it to the
furthest corners of our property and chew it full of holes. On this
occasion we had stopped playing frisbee for a time and Mackie lay
contented some distance away.

The sun danced on his deep golden red coat as his tongue slipped in
and out of his mouth with each breath, trying to cool himself on such
a warm day. He seemed to be watching us to make sure we didn't get
into any trouble. Done with frisbee we started playing leap frog. That
didn't last long before the game became lets act like dogs and chase
Mackie around the yard barking and yapping as we went. We chased him
around for some time until we grew tired. Still on all fours Mackie
curiously sniffed my brother's rear end. We thought this was funny.
Then he leapt up on my brother's back. My brother quickly slipped out
from under him, starring up at the dog quizically. This soon became a
game and we would get on all fours, wait for Mackie to sniff us, then
stand on our back, then we would turn around and dance with the dog,
the dog then standing on only two feet. We did this on several
occasions.

It was not until later that I began to puzzle why Mackie did what he
did. Sure -ly Mackie did not want to dance, dogs aren't cut out for
that sort of thing. So, the next time it happened I watched more
closely. It wasn't long before we tired of frisbee and returned to
dance-with-the-dog. As this began I noticed ,perhaps the first time,
Mackie's sheath positioned in close proximity to my brother's rear
end. I soon lured Mackie on to my back and noticed something poking
around in my hind quarters. I reached back with my hand to feel a warm
wet protrusion poking at my fingers. The sensation startled me and I
quickly stood up. It didn't take me long before my childish curiousity
took over and concocted the idea to lead Mackie into the woods where I
could find out what he was after.

It was later that afternoon that I decided to seduce Mackie. My
brothers were contently playing indoors and my mother was inside
taking care of the house in some fashion. I decided it was the perfect
time. I ran up to Mackie outside and got him running around," Come on
Mackie, you want to go for a walk, huh?, come on, let's go." We ran
straight for the woods along a trail that my father cut to retrieve
lumber for our wood stove. I stopped to consider an isolated area. 

Mackie tore right past me and began exploring up by the steep hill
face behind our property. I walked down between the tall Red pines
just below a short dropoff in the hill. I looked twards the house, and
was content that I could not see it from where I was. I called to
Mackie. He quickly came down from where he was and ran up to me, tail
wagging happily and panting. I soon got on all fours with some
trepidation, but with a great deal of excitement. I unbuttoned and
unzipped my tight blue jeans and began walking away from him on my
hands and knees keeping my hind-end high in the air. He began to sniff
at my rear-end curiously and perhaps anxiously. I soon resolved to go
all the way and pull my pants down to the ground. I waited for what
seemed like minutes as I anxiously awaited whatever he had in mind for
my small white frame.

I wonder what was going through his head as he considered my standing
there. Almost as if he resolved to do it, suddenly the beast within
him rose to the occasion and he was upon me. I felt his hairy sheath
slip teasingly along the base of my ball sack. His claws dug
pleasantly into my boney back. I could feel his dogness grow and begin
to wet the area between my anus and my testicles. It became a poking.
as he slowly guided his thrusting up twards my anus, exploring for a
way in. 

I can not relate the feeling of his penis as it found my hole and
began fervently reaming it. His thrusting became more pronounced and
rigorous as it slipped deeper and deeper into my bowels. I was
entranced by his dancing until I heard my youngest brother call out to
me. In a panic I quickly stood up and ruined what might have been. I
do not recall Mackie's response but it must have been one of severe
disappointment. I quick- ly replaced my pants and began nervously
buttoning them afraid of what my brother might have seen. I cleverly
exclaimed, "wait a minute, I'm taking a pee". I saw him pause as I
finished fastening my pants. If I could relive that experience at
least I would have jerked him off. A simple pleasure it seems only
humans, monkeys and dolphins can enjoy.

 



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