Unspoken Boundaries; Chapter One
Warning! This story pertrays several very graphic instances of Zoophilia between a teenage boy and a male dog. Zoophilia is the sexual and emotional attachment of a human being to an animal. The bond the person feels with the animal is more than just simply physical though- it is also very deeply emotional. Those who have these feeling care for the animal the same way two conscenting human lovers would, be they heterosexual or homosexual. I ask that this be kept in mind if you are to read this story. Please realize at anytime the reader can simply stop; it is your decision. I cannot stress this fact and the next enough. Wiether you have these types of feelings or not, urges and curiosities must be sastified and no one deserves to go through life afraid to be in love.
"Sit Artiemus, sit down." Nicco told his pet labrador as he pointed to the ground. Artiemus was a well trained dog and always did as told. He sat and Nicco ran his fingers through his silky black fur and over his muscular body. The sun glistened in Artiemus's amber eyes as he sat in anticipation. He watched Nicco's every movement, waiting for the teenager's command. "Good boy. Ready?" The young boy drew his strong arms back and gave the football a powerful throw.
"Go get it!" Nicco shouted. The ball soared over the open field and Artiemus sprung from his seat to race after it. As the lab bounded off, the teenager felt rain-drops start to land in his blonde hair and slide down his face. "This figures, rain on the weekend, my only break from school ruined." Soon his shirt had become soaked and Artiemus returned with the ball. Brushing his rain-soaked fur he told his pet "Well, looks like today's shot." Artiemus gave a saddend look and dropped the football at his owner's feet. "Don't give me those puppy-dog eyes, Artie, it's pouring down. Now come on let's get going." Nicco took his friend by the leash as he started to walk. Artiemus paused long enough to grab the ball in his muzzle agin and followed him.
It seemed to be a long walk back to his home, espically because of the weather. And by the time Nicco arrived at his appartment, he was chilled to the bone. His dad must have already left for work but the door was unlocked. Walking inside Nicco locked the door, took off his shirt and slicked his hair back. Drops of water streamed from his hair and down his chizzled chest and onto his jeans. Nicco flicked the over-head lights on and Artiemus shook himself dry as well.
"Artie, cut it out... you're gonna get me dirty." Nicco laughed, trying to shield himself with his arms. It was too little too late though. He patted Artiemus on the head again and walked into his bedroom, Artiemus followed after. "I gotta' take a shower now thanks to you," he told him smiling and turning on the desk lamp. Nicco unzipped his blue-jeans and sat down on the bed to take them off. As he did Artiemus hopped up beside him. The labrador eagerly watched his owner undress, his tail starting to wag. Anticpating the playful dog's next move, Nicco pointed his finger at the bathroom. "Wait by the door like you always do when it's Bath-time." With a leap Artiemus was there and waiting.
After he had finished undressing, Nicco made his way over to the bathroom as well. "Back in fifthteen, Artie." He said as he pulled the door most of the way closed, leaving it cracked slightly. He always did this because it helped clear some of the steam from the room. It also let Artiemus move freely about. Once inside the bathroom he slid the shower open and stepped inside. He didn't bother to turn off the light; enough light shown through from his bedroom. The tile was fridgid and steam rolled off of it as Nicco turned the nob. A wave of warm pleasure pulsed in his sholders.
As Nicco stood there, his body glistening from hot shower, he let his mind wonder. It had been a lonley couple of weeks lately. His high-school crush had just recently moved away and left him alone. Not that there was any real chance of a hook-up. Nicco was, as he put it, 'different.' Finding out he liked boys was only the start. If he could only find somebody who was his perfect match. Someone who wild and outgoing but was also willing to do exactly what Nicco wanted to. Taking the soap into his hand, Nicco began to let more than his thoughts wonder. He latherd his chest up and then went lower. Soon he had become all worked up and given up on being clean. Loud gasps and heavy pants came behind the sliding door as he propped hismself up against it. His other hand too busy to help hold him up, he began to lean against the door, giving up to his own pleasure.
As he came it shot up against his chest and his hand. Nicco then turned off the water and stepped out and reached for a towl. Touching a soft body of fur instead, Nicco drew his hand back in surprise and wiped his eyes with the other. There in the dim light stood Artiemus, staring back up ay him. "Hiya there, Artie. Did I take too long?" He asked. Reaching out again Nicco wrapped a towl around himself. The lab looked at his master, wagged his tail and seemed to grin. Taking a step forward he licked at Nicco's right hand.
He drew back and shouted "Whoa! Down boy!" and Artiemus blinked, being startled. He took another step and tried to lick Nicco again. Smacking the dog on his nose Nicco wiped his hand off on the towl. There was a moment of ackward stillness and then Artiemus seemed to settle down. "What's gotten into you Artie?" he asked, walking into the next room. The dog followed him out again, this time a lot closer. "You've been acting so strangly lately" he remarked taking his towl off.
With a lick of his muzzle, Artiemus pressed his cold nose up between Nicco legs. "Get out of here!" Nicco spun around and shouted. The black lab looked at him in surprise. "Go!" Nicco demanded and pointed towards the door. "I DON'T know what you you were thinking but that's..." Nicco paused, "that's just not natural." He lowerd his arm and looked at the dissapointed dog's eyes. Kneeling down Nicco stared deeply into his eyes. "Dogs don't act like that..." Nicco pecked a kiss on Artiemus and then tried to explain. "Yeah, I like that type of thing, but with other people." Nicco rested his hand on the side of his face and thought about it for a moment. Truth be told, it was a little 'exciting' but he didn't want to admit it. Was it really okay to do that... with a dog?
As Nicco pounderd the moral downfall of his own homosexuallity, his pet did something unexpected. Artiemus pressed his face against his owner's and pushed his tounge inside Nicco's mouth. He slid it around, caressing his owner's teeth and then moved his muzzle back slightly. Nicco sat there bewilderd, a thin line of silivia still between them. His eyes grew large when he finally was able to comprehend what had just taken place. He had basically just been deep-throat kissed... by his pet dog!
His gaze fell to the floor and his mind raced. The strangest thing- he was hard again. Nicco slunck agaist the bed behind him and looked back up at Artiemus; trying to make sense of the situation. The labrador simply returned the look of confusial with a grin as if nothing had just happened. that's what it appeared until he took another step closer to his owner. In between Artiemus's hind legs Nicco spoted a red tip at the end of the dog's sheath. No logic could explain why, but Nicco put his hand in between his own legs and gave a few sharp pulls upward. Artiemus approched his owner and sat down beside him. Nicco couldn't help but to look.
An unfamiliar feeling filled his head and he couldn't hold hiself back anymore. Nicco reached out his free hand, wrapped it around the dog's sheath and stroked slowly downward. Soon the red tip slid out of the sheath and Nicco's left hand was holding his dog's bare penis. Watching his pet give a couple thrusts with his lower half made him even more riled up, until reality set in. Quickly letting go of both the dog and his ownself, Nicco rushed to his feet. "No, this is not good..." He said, barely audible, his mind blurry with uncertainty. Artiemus lcked at himself and it went back inside the sheath, but Nicco still didn't lose his arousal.
He dove under the covers and tried to forget it had ever happened. Tried to forget how good it felt, how good it felt even just to have kissed him.