Archive-name: Bestial/teddy.dog
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Archive-title: Boy and his Dog, A - true account


   I want to thank Wolf for enabling me to post anonymously to the net.
I read the story posted recently about Teddy and simply had to reply to
the woman involved with him. Being as how I'm fairly well established and
work for a major university I do have to take some precautions.

   First, to the woman who owns Teddy, no, you are not alone. There are
many of us out there who enjoy the same activities. Were I not some years
older than you I'd suggest we get together, unfortunately I believe the
differences in years would make that rather awkward.

   All of this post is from real life and goes on fairly regularly. Living
alone in the country as I do makes it easy and convenient. My friends who
know of my activities can attest to that.

   For some background, I've been a 'zoo' most of my adult life. I've
enjoyed animals since I was 14, mostly horses at that time, but have found
dogs to be more suitable, better companions, and they don't hog as much
of the bed when they sleep with you. I enjoyed my first female dog over
20 years ago and have not stopped enjoying dogs since. I've started
enjoying males only recently and that's really what this posting is all about.

   I have a rather large puppy named Quinn. He currently tips the scales
at around 120# and is still growing. He's just over a year old and I'm told
he really won't reach full maturity until around his 3rd year. I'll take
folks word for that, but he's big enough already.

   Now, understand, I've played with male dogs before, and even had them
jump on me, but never had anything happen like it did to Teddys owner.
Until about a month ago.

   One evening I was quite horny. There was not much to do, all my friends
being busy living their own lives, and my lover out of town. I was sitting
in my living room listening to the stereo and looked over at Quinn laying
on the rug next to the couch. I thought, what the hell, and got up went
over to him. The big oaf looked at me, his tail wagging slightly, and rolled
over on his back, legs spread wide. This is his favorite position because
he simply loves having his belly scratched.

   I sat down next to him and obligingly scratched his stomach and was
rewarded with some warm velvet hand licks and vigorous tail wagging. After
a few minutes I started scratching a bit lower, rubbing his sheath.
As I rubbed him, he stopped wagging his tail and just lay still
to enjoy the sensation. The base of his shaft expanded just
a little also, forming a visible bulge within the sheath.

   For those of you unaware, a dog has a 'knot' towards the base of his
shaft which swells dramatically when he's fully aroused. Quinns knot
reaches almost the size of my fist. When a dog mounts the knot is only
slightly enlarged. Once he drives it in though it expands quickly and
prevents extraction until he has finished. Finishing can take up to
half an hour or more.

   Like I said, I was horny. I stood up and stripped off my clothes. I
had a jar of lubrication nearby (being bisexual I like being prepared)
and lubed myself well. While I was doing this Quinn stood up and watched
with interest. He wasn't at all sure what was going on but it seemed like
a fun game. He was about to find out just what fun it was, as was I!

   I kneeled next to him and started to stroke his sheath with my hand.
He definately liked that because he started panting and his knot started
swelling considerably. For what I had in mind, I didn't want his knot expanded
so I quite stroking him for a minute. Quinn butted the hand with his head
as if to say, "Why the hell did you stop? What are you, stupid?" I felt his
sheath again and when I found that his knot had once again subsided to its
normal size I began stroking his sheath back and forth quickly.

   The results were amazing. Quinn started humping and kinda looked at me
sheepishly. He KNEW what he wanted to do, he just wasn't sure I'd take kindly
to it. I got down on all fours next to him and as he put one large paw on
my back I said softly, "Good boy Quinn!" That was all the que he needed.

   Quinn grabbed my hips with both of his forepaws and started humping me
quickly. I reached back afetr he had made a few futile thrusts between my
legs and places the tip of his shaft against my quite slippery opening.
He thrust once and drove most of his cock deep inside, then started pounding
me seriously. He continued for about 10 seconds then simply rested on my back.
While he had been thrusting it had felt fantastic, simply indescribable.
Now, it was over and he was spent.

 I went to move out from under him and realized suddenly he wasn't done,
that indeed he had just started. He had thrust his knot into me and it
was just now beginning to reach full size. As it continued to grow I
could feel it putting pressure from within. I quickly got back down onto
my hands and knees and put my forehead against the ground because the
sensations he was putting through me were incredible.

   Quinn quit resting on my back and jumped off. I nearly screamed because
he was pulling on me from the inside! He seemed unaware of anything out
of the ordinary and nonchalantly lifted one back leg over his shaft, well
embedded in my backside, and turned around to face away from me, all four
legs once again on the floor. We were locked together, ass to ass so to speak.

   Once I got comfortable with this, then the real sensations started taking
place. You see, once tied in this position, a dog continues to cum for
almost the entire length of the tie. I began to feel Quinns cock pulse into
me about once a second. He was cuming constantly and my already oversensitive
nervous system nearly overloaded. All I could do was stay there and feel it.
I was totally helpless to do anything else!

   I can't begin to describe the sensations. There just aren't words. I
feel I was pretty much incoherent, because I suddenly realized he was starting
to pull away from me and much of the pressure was gone. I held him close
by putting my hands behind me and holding onto his legs until I felt most
of the pressure gone. When I let go he slid easily out and I simply slumped to
the ground. He walked over and laid down next to me, still panting. I glanced
at the clock in the living room and realized that a full 15 minutes had gone
by and I hadn't even been aware of it!

   Believe me, the sensations here are the most intense I have ever felt. This
story is about a single time, and almost every time since. It is always much
the same. I don't want anyone going out and trying this without realizing that
there is danger involved as well. Almost every time this happens to me I
panic. Teddys owner stated almost the same thing. Once you realize that you
can't go back, and that you're helpless, panic can set in. It did my first
time and I injured myself badly. Luckily nothing permanent, but that needent
have been the case. If you do this, I suggest for the first time you either
have made up your mind that you will see it through all the way no matter
what, or that you have someone there who can keep you calm until it is
over. Believe me, the sensations are so intense you will not be able to
guarantee your own behavior.

   To Teddys owner, I wish you the best and enjoyment with him. It is fun
and thoroughly enjoyable! And rest easy. There are many others out there
like you. Believe me.

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