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. We were stuck
as two Shephards; me, on all fours; him, trying to pull out. His dick swollen
as a balloon in my ass where the air couldn't get out. At one point, he turned
from my back, trying to walk away and pull out. I had both my legs holding him
to me. I held him, lying on my stomach for what seemed to be hours. In about
20 minutes, the pressure of the cum finally pushed him out. Damn! What a
relief it was! We had both gotten off once again, but the pain was more than I
wanted. That was the end of our sexual relationship. It had been exciting and
new experiences for the time being. A couple of days after that, I sold him to
be a watch dog for a service station. and avoided going around there.
