Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 16:38:10 -0500
From: Noishkel SnowPup <noishkel_snowpup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Learning and Accepting

Learning and Accepting
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	I don't know when exactly I started to become fascinated by male dogs; but
I remember being a young teen when I first brought myself to caress the male
boxer we used to have.  Sadly though my mother, who had been working at a
vet at that time, had already rounded up all of our pets to have them
'fixed'.  Even worse was he was really young he had no interest in sex.
Althought later in his life he did enjoy a lil' bit of play, but that's
another story for another time.  Those first years I had a great many
personal problems with these feelings, mostly since at the time I was a
member of a southern baptist church (although no willingly).  At this point
I had no idea anyone else had such feelings; so I just thought I was some
sort of twisted freak.  What can I say; there were no ISPs so no 'net
access.  Even after I lost some of that 'good old time religion' I still
worried over the ethics of practicing zoosexualality.  But a few special
moments with a kind canine helped to show me that animals enjoy sex as much
if not more than people.

	Years after my first little steps into 'zoo', and about a year after I
managed to get a PC and internet access,  I found myself over at my
grandparents home one afternoon; helping them out with a bit of yard work.
It was a rather warm summer day, and being rather heavily built, I had
worked up quiet a sweat.  After a while, as I was working on the rather
steep embankment, one of the neighbor's dogs wandered through  She was a
mutt, mostly chow I think, and quiet friendly.  I'd seen her before but I've
never been to interested in bitches so I just gave her a quick pet.  But a
moment later another dog came down the hill behind her.  He however really
caught my eye.  He was a mutt as well, looking kind of like a cross between
a rottweiler, a black lab, with a curly husky like tail.  Of course being a
bit of a teenage horn dog my eyes immediately were drawn to the thick tube
hanging heavyily below his belly.

	Well since I was tired anyway I took a break and walked down to the back
patio to sit down in the shade.  Even without any coaxing both dogs followed
me right down.  Once settled down I gave them both a bit of attention
between the ears; as I usually did.  Eventually though the bitch wandered
off where as the male stayed close by.  Given that my grandparents had left
for the day anyway as well as the seclusion provided by the back yard area I
tenitavly let my hands start to wander over his soft black coat.  Just
petting and scratching him all over for a while so he didn't get nervous.
Although it seems that that was a bit unnecessary since he was very friendly
to begin with.  Finally though my hand wandered down between his rear legs,
giving a stroke to where his testicles should be; sine I hadn't managed to
see him from the rear.  Happily I found a tight, but plump, sac at the root
of his sheath.

	For a time I just caressed between his legs; being nice and gentle still so
as not to spook him.  For a while thought he seemed to fidget nervously, but
soon though I felt his sheath loosen as he started to get into it.  Soon
after that I had a finger of pink sticking out of his black and tan sheath;
the tip spurting clear pre a lil.  Even though the back patio was secluded
(the grandparents home was rather in a rural area.) I decided to move onto
the back porch; my new friend in tow.  Of course the porch didn't offer than
much privacy; but it made me feel better than just being out in the open.
After he sniffed around for a bit I settled down on the corner and patted my
lap; bring him over to me so I could touch him some more.

	Again I started off by just petted and scritched him lightly.  But soon my
hand returned to touching his genitals, which had returned to it's unaroused
state.  For a while he fidgeted around nervously.  But my lustfullness kept
me pushing onward with my caresses.  It didn't take long until I had a hand
full of impressively sized doggy flesh; throbbing as it squirted pre all
over the place.  This time I merely stroked him as he pounded away at my
fist; even thought what I really wanted to do was take him into my mouth;
but at that time I just wasn't comfortable enough to do so.  With in seconds
I had a rock hard 7" (or so) dog cock in my hand that was sprayed my new
freinds seed all over arm.  As he slowed his thrust I began to massage his
knot as I helped him to 'turn'; letting him feel kind of what it's like to
be properly tied up with a bitch

	Eventually he shrank enough to slip out of my hand; after which he moved
away close by to lick himself enough to return to his member to it's sheath.
  As he did this I unziped the fly of my jeans and stroked my own member
furiously.  It took only about six or seven strokes before I pumped out my
own seed out all over my already messy hand.  For a moment I just sat there
breathing hard until my new friend walked over and lick at my sticky semen
covered hand.  Afte I managed to compose myself a bit I started just petting
and scratching him again for a while before he started to act like he wanted
outside.  Looking to make sure no one was looking I opened the door and he
ran outside, up the hill, and away.

	It wasn't long after the fog of lust cleared out of my mind that I started
to feel really shit about what I had done.  I started thinking that I had
forced myself upon the animal.  And I suppose that I did a bit.  And I full
well never expected to see the dog ever again.  But to my suprise the very
next week he ran down the hill, to greet me as soon as I had parked my pick
up in the drive way.  Most of the time sporting a nice fat erection; most of
the time which I made sure to give at least a little caress.  Unfourtunatly
the oppertunity to share pleasure with him again did not come for a little
over a momth.

	Eventually though a perfect oppertunity did became avaible to me.  My
grandparents were heading to the beach for a week.  And as usualy I was
supposed to do the yard as well as stop by every day or two to check up on
the place.  But as luck would have it the factory job I held at tht time had
me working a ton of extra hours.  So it was halfway through their vacation
before I was able to make it over there.  Even worse was that for some
reason my canine freind was nowhere to be found until late in the evening.
But he did, eventually, show up.  And once again I settled down next to him
and started lavishing the handsome dog with affention; scritching at his
ears and along his back as he fidgeted about.  He was just as eager to see
me as I was to see him, if the long finger of pink below his belly was any
indication.

	Given that I had plenty of time with no danger of an 'interuption' I opened
the front door and coaxed him in gently.  It seemed he was an outside only
dog; and as such it did take a little bit of  effort to get him to come
inside.  But once through the door he was more than happy to walk around,
sniffing around, checking things out.  And I gladly let him get nice and
comfortable with being inside before I led him deeper into the house.  I had
decided to bring him into the bathroom to play with him.  I figured that if
there was any mess it would be much easier to clean up on the linolium
flooring than the carpeting in the rest of the house.  Again, he sniffed
around the room a bit before walking over to  where I had settled down on
the floor.  Already he was sporting a nice firm erection; so I rubbed his
belly for just a moment before taking a hold of his penis.

	This time I leaned down underneath the male, guiding the angry red tip past
my lips and into my mouth.  For a moment he wiggled nervously before I began
to suckle and lick over his flesh.  Immedialty he began to hammer his hips
against my face; filling my mouth with the slightly unpleasant taste of his
precum and prostetic fluids and soon after his fertile seed.   The taste of
him wasn't really to much to my liking (as with every dog I've pleasured
like this.) but the erotic thrill of giving my canine freind pleasure like
this kept my own shaft hard as a rock.  Sadly too soon, thought, his knot
grew to full size as he slowed his thrusts.  Once he stopped completly I
helped him turn while I kept  his still rock hard member between my lips as
it kept spurting away..

	For long pleasant minutes I nursed at the hard cock in my mouth.  Suckling
at it wantonly while he just panted away in his own world of pleasure.  The
feeling of his seed flowing into my mouth and down my throat was literally
the most erotic thing I had ever felt.. Even though my own cock was hard as
steel I didn't touch myself at that time.  I just focused on drawing out my
freinds orgasm for as long as I could.  And for at least ten more minutes he
stood their panting, his cock still nice and hard.  Even after his flow
ebbed and his member just throbbed dryly.  But as it is said 'all things
must come to an end' as did this.  His penis softend and sliped from my
mouth.

	As he settled down to groom his member as it retreated into his sheath I
reached into my pants to extract my painfully hard cock.  And as before it
only took a few pumps one my own cock before I erupted all over myself.  And
again, as if to say thank you, he came right over and cleaned my flesh as
well as my shirt and shorts off.

	Again, later that night, I found myself kind of regretting 'taking
advantage' of a 'lesser' creature for my own pleasure.  Even thought it
would seem pretty obvious that, if anything, he was taking advantage of me.

	Sadly, though, that was the only time that week I was able to enjoy a
little play with my doggy freind.  Even worse was that was also the last
time for about four months before I was able to spend any kind of 'quality
time' with him again at all.  Although I was over at my grandparents often,
I never had enough time or enough privacy to do much more than pet him.  Or
occasionally give his genitals a nice caress.  This of course lead to a bit
of embaressment during a family get together where my canine freind came
down the hill.  Apparently eager for another BJ given his almost constant
raging hard on when I was present.  He ended up trying to hump half my
family before an uncle chased him away with a broom.

	Finally though, on a rather cool autumn day, I finally gave into my lust
and snuck him undernearth the house.  Even thought my grandparents were home
at the time.  Knowing that I only had minutes to spare I quickly guided his
erection into my mouth and started to suck him off.  It seemed pretty
obviously to me that he was just as eager.  He immediatly started to slam
his swollen cock in and out of my mouth.  Even before I was able to get my
lips all the way around the hard doggy flesh.  For several enjoyable minutes
he ahmmered away at my mouth; quickly reaching orgasm as his fat knot grew
rock hard.

	But just as I started to REALLY get into it I heard my name shouted from
just out side the door way!  I damn near bit my freinds cock in half from
the shock..  Luckily thought my grandfather walked right past the door to
the basement, still shouting for me without thinking to look down.  If he
had he would have seen quite a disturbing (to him anyway) sight.  Immediatly
I had to sneak back outside, leaving my freind to lick himself soft as I was
forced to return to finishing up the yard work.

	Once again my forced chasity with my favorite doggy lasted far too long.
In fact that incident was one of the last times I ever even saw him.  One
day he just stopped showing up.  Given how sexual he had become I really
worried that his owners simply had him taken away.  If I had known they were
planing to do such a thing I would have sneaked him into my truck and taken
him to my own home.  Once again my regrets for having sex with him returned
in full force.  I spent several night very upset with the thought I might be
responsable for his castration or even death, if he were taken to the pound
and not adopted.

	Eventually though i found out he really didn't belong to my nearest
neighbohs, but instead their neighborhs and they had simply moved away.  But
sadly for me I never saw him again.  And even so he may still have been
'fixed' or taken to the pound becasue of me.  I  find myself wondering about
that every so often.

	But as time passed I started to realize that no matter what happend to him
I gave him pleasure on several occasions, and this helped me to accept my
feelings and my desires.  Perhaps I still in the wrong in this situation,
though.  But all I can say is that my canine freind gave me something far
more special to me than just a few moments of pleasure.



Noey the Malamute.

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