Loving the dog
Imported from SF2 with no description.
There are some things that society says is forbidden: things that nobody in their right mind would admit to; things that you would think nobody would chose to do in the first place, for fear that someone else would ever find out. So why, for example, would someone ever decide to lust after their pet dog?
For me, it started off innocently enough. I first got Corbin (my German Shepherd) when I was eighteen, straight out of high school, straight into my own apartment, and secretly terrified about actually living alone. Immediately, Corbin and I clicked: I took the little pup out for walks every day, fed him scraps whenever I ate, and comforted him when he was scared by a thunderstorm happening outside. The little dog loved to snuggle, to the point where I couldn’t sit down at all without him hopping onto my lap. Far from bothered, I thought it was adorable how attached to me the little guy was: even as he grew and became less and less of a “little” guy, he continued to lay down on my lap whenever I sat. At night, there was no keeping him out of my bed. I grew to really appreciate his warmth snuggled up beside me at night. Especially after a hard day, it meant the world to me to be able to come home and be absolutely loved by my dog.
So far, I don’t think this is all that different to what the average dog owner goes through if they truly do care for their pet. But where it went that extra step for me was during a rainy day.
I had a girlfriend at the time named Jess. We had been on a couple of dates already, and this was her first time at my place. She and I were in my bedroom, lying together on the bed. As we kissed each other more and more, the rain outside got heavier and heavier. She had just reached down into my pants when the first crack of lightning sounded.
Outside my closed bedroom door, I heard Corbin whine to be let in. The only time I shut him out of my room was when I was masturbating or (admittedly less often) when I had a girl over, because the idea of having him in the room during those times seemed like it would be uncomfortable for both of us.
Jess and I continued to make out. Before long, she had taken off my pants.
Another crack of lightning went off outside, and I heard Corbin whine louder through the door.
I gave Jess one more kiss, and then started to get up.
“Where are you going?” she asked, holding onto my hand to keep me in bed.
“Corbin is scared of thunderstorms,” I explained.
“And your stupid dog is more important to you than me?” Jess asked.
And it was right then that I knew the two of weren’t going to work out. She wasn’t the first woman I’d dated who had gotten jealous over how close I was with my German Shepherd. As much as I wanted to find love, I was never going to do it at the cost of neglecting my best four legged friend.
Jess left, slamming the door behind her.
I sighed, and went back to the bedroom, where Corbin was curled up on the bed: he wagged his tail when he saw me come into the room, and it was at that moment that I knew I had made the right choice; Corbin was the world to me. Nothing made me happier than to make him happy.
I went to the bed and curled up beside him, petting him to comfort him from the escalating thunderstorm outside.
Very quickly, however, he shifted around on the bed, pointing his nose straight towards my exposed manhood. I hadn’t even realized that I was still pantsless after Jess had undressed me.
My first instinct was to stop him, and go put my pants on.
I was stopped in my tracks, however, by just how curious and interested he seemed to be at seeing my manhood for the first time. The German Shepherd sniffed cautiously at my balls, making me giggle.
“Come on dude, you have the same equipment: it’s not that weird,” I told him, and started to get out of bed to grab my pants.
As I moved to get up, however, he put a paw on my stomach, “pinning” me down; I could have very easily taken the paw off and continued to get up, but the dog had very clearly shown that he wanted me to stay.
I thought about it for a second, and then decided to stay. In my mind, I felt like it would give Corbin a bad association if I acted like my nudity was something to be hidden or scared of. I assumed that if I let him see what he wanted to see, he would be satisfied and quickly lose interest.
Corbin, holding me in place with his paw, sniffed closer and closer at my balls, until his cold wet nose was touching them. I was… surprised to find that I didn’t dislike the feeling at all.
Apparently, he was also liking it, because he gave me a lick.
“Okay, that’s enough bud,” I told him, and got up to put my pants back on.
Once clothed, I went back to lying down in bed with him, petting him as the thunderstorm went on outside. He seemed very glad that I was around to comfort him.
As I pet him during that storm, I kept wondering if I had just done something wrong. I knew that bestiality wasn’t exactly something you were supposed to do; in fact, it was supposed to be absolutely repulsive. But when he had licked me, it had felt… really nice. I figured that maybe that wasn’t bestiality though: maybe that was just my dog and I being a couple of doofs, and not realizing what we were doing. I chalked it up to a one off weird thing that had happened. When night came, Corbin and I fell asleep lying side by side as always.
In the morning was when everything really changed. I woke up to find Corbin lying down beside my lap: his head was resting on my crotch, and I had a massive case of morning wood.
When Corbin saw that I was awake, he wagged his tail and then put a paw on my pants, indicating that he wanted me to take them off so that he could see when this hard thing underneath was.
Partially remembering how nice his lick yesterday had felt, and partially just eager to get out of my pants and free my erection in general, I decided to go for it: I unzipped my pants, pulled them down, and let my canine friend see what he wanted to see.
Immediately his nose was on my hard cock, sniffing it up and down as my toes curled in pleasure: this time, there was no denying that I was enjoying this a lot. He seemed to be too, based on his eager tail wagging. Before long, he had gone from just sniffing to licking as well, running his tongue eagerly along my shaft. I tried to suppress a moan of pleasure, but I couldn’t help it: his big long eager licks were better than any blowjob I had ever gotten.
As I felt my climax approaching, I knew that I had to make a choice: stop him now, or forever be a person who had sex with his dog.
In the heat of the moment, I decided that I loved my dog so much anyways that I was happy to bring it to the next level: as he licked and licked at my cock, I soon came hot jets of semen, which went flying everywhere as Corbin continued to lick and lick.
When the German Shepherd learned that he could get “treats” from licking my manhood, there was no going back: every single day (often many times per day), he would beg for me to take my pants off, and I would happily do as he wanted, and both of us got exactly what we needed.
Before long, I began to wonder if he and I could take in any farther. I had never been attracted to dogs before, but now that the door was open, I found myself lusting to do even more with him. Specifically, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his ass. Everything about the shape of the German Shepherd’s rear was aesthetically perfect: the way his ass swayed from side to side when his tail wagged; the seductive tufts of fur coming off of the backs of his legs; just the idea of penetrating him sent me into spirals of horniness.
One day, when the two of us were lying in bed, I shifted around and began to scratch his butt. Very happy to be scratched, it wasn’t long before Corbin rolled onto his back, giving me a complete view of absolutely everything: his sheath, his balls, and right there under his tail was his hole, being shown to me completely unashamedly.
Carefully, I reached out and touched the surface of it.
Corbin looked at me, wondering what I was doing.
I gave him a pat, and went back to giving him normal rubs.
Over the next week, I found myself reaching under his tail to touch his hole more and more. He became accustomed to it very quickly, especially after realizing that touching him there turned me on, and made me ready to give him “treats.”
One day, I decided to see if he would be okay with being fingered. We were on the floor of my bedroom: he stood, and I was on my knees at his side. After lubing just my pinky finger, I reached under his tail and placed the small finger against his hole, causing him to wag his tail. Carefully, I pushed the finger in.
If felt amazing to know that I was inside of him as his warmth enveloped my little finger. And to my surprise, he took to it right away: he leaned back against my hand pushing the finger in until he had taken it to the hilt.
Taking this as a good sign, I lubed up the rest of my fingers. The two of us played there for quite a long time, seeing what he liked and how much he could take.
I knew that he was ready.
Already incredibly hard by this point, I put some lube on my cock, and knelt behind my German Shepherd dog. Carefully, I placed the head of my cock under his tail, and then pushed myself inside of him. The feeling of his hot ass taking me in was absolute bliss, and the fact that he was wagging his tail showed me that he liked it too, much just made it all the better. I began to pump in and out of him carefully, not wanting to hurt him, but very eager to go all the way with my canine lover.
He leaned back into thrusts, happy to take in even more of me, encouraging me to continue as hard as I could.
Mounting him as though I was another dog, I humped and humped for all I was worth, loving the sensation of my cock moving back and forth inside the inner walls of my pet dog’s ass.
Feeling that I was close, I started humping even faster, moving in and out of him quicker and quicker until I came, shooting hot cum deep inside my German Shepherd bud.
When I pulled out, he spun around and got to licking my cock as well as his ass, cleaning the both of us up. The two of us laid there on the floor for a long time afterwards, petting and licking each other with all the tenderness and care in the world.
So why would someone ever decide to lust after their pet dog? Well, in my case: it was love.