{"sf1_id":847887,"sf2_id":"Rnogbppn","title":"Confessions of a Dog","author":"Vaille","words":1074,"posted_at":"2015-04-15T03:52:00.000Z","tags":["Biographical","Canine","Dalmatian","Gay","M/","M/M","Sex","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/847887-confessions-of-a-dog","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rnogbppn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=847887\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"I wish this were fiction. Some very small changes to a few of the events, but otherwise a true account.","content":"\"Confessions of a Dog\"\n\nI have a mate, a grey wolf, and I love him more than he can possibly ever know.\u0026nbsp; We've been together since 2003.\u0026nbsp; My friend.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Lover.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Partner.\u0026nbsp; We've shared everything together -\u0026nbsp;our bodies, hearts and souls.\u0026nbsp; He's been my rock, there to\u0026nbsp;comfort and carry\u0026nbsp;me through some of the worst moments of my life.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;And yet I'm scared.\n\nIn 1999, I was a Chicago transplant\u0026nbsp;living in Layton, Utah, a small suburban town between Ogden and Salt Lake City.\u0026nbsp; It was Hell.\u0026nbsp; My job with the military\u0026nbsp;sucked.\u0026nbsp; I had no friends.\u0026nbsp; No social life.\u0026nbsp; And SLC wasn't\u0026nbsp;the most welcoming place for a gay Dalmatian like me.\n\nBy the time Utah had finished fucking with me, I'd had an emotional breakdown over\u0026nbsp;the phone with my mother.\u0026nbsp; Three days later, my father and brother had packed me up and moved me back to Chicago.\u0026nbsp; I was borderline suicide.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI saw the doctors.\u0026nbsp; Talked with therapists.\u0026nbsp; Took the drugs.\u0026nbsp; I was still in a dark place when\u0026nbsp;met someone, on one of the MUCKs.\u0026nbsp; We talked.\u0026nbsp; Laughed.\u0026nbsp; Hung out and had fun.\u0026nbsp; I told him I draw; he asked to see.\u0026nbsp; I sent the email, some drawings attached.\u0026nbsp; \"I didn't realize you're gay,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know about that.\"\u0026nbsp; I assured him I was straight.\u0026nbsp; I still have those drawings today.\n\nTime passed.\u0026nbsp; July became October.\u0026nbsp; There was a small Sci-Fi con in Lancing, MI, that hosted\u0026nbsp;furry content.\u0026nbsp; Since he lived in Detroit and I was in Chicago, it was perfect.\u0026nbsp; We'd use the con as an excuse to finally meet in person.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat Saturday morning, I walked through the parking lot of The Noname Hotel and wandered through the sliding glass door.\u0026nbsp; Inside was Nerd\u0026nbsp;Nirvana.\u0026nbsp; Star Trek.\u0026nbsp; Star Wars.\u0026nbsp; Babylon 5.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd furries.\n\nMaking my way to the little\u0026nbsp;dealer's den, I spotted a yellow pony.\u0026nbsp; _Is that him?_ I remember thinking.\u0026nbsp; I was shy, but with some\u0026nbsp;effort, I approached and asked \"Sammy?\" \u0026nbsp;The pony nodded.\u0026nbsp; \"Vaille?\"\u0026nbsp; Smiling, I offered my paw.\u0026nbsp; He gave me a hug instead.\n\nWe hit it off.\u0026nbsp; Ate at the local Steak n' Shake.\u0026nbsp; Hung out with some of his friends. \u0026nbsp;One of them, a fox, dragged\u0026nbsp;us\u0026nbsp;into the bathroom to show us something.\u0026nbsp;He wouldn't say what.\u0026nbsp; No sooner had the bathroom door closed than he undid his shorts and pulled out his cock to stroke it hard in front of us.\u0026nbsp; In shock, I stood watching as Sammy examined the piercing through the tip, touching and oogling it.\u0026nbsp; That was the first time I'd ever seen another guy's dick outside of a locker room.\u0026nbsp; I was 23.\n\nThat night, rather than get my own hotel room as originally planned, Sammy suggested I stay with him in his.\u0026nbsp; \"We can split the cost,\" he'd said.\u0026nbsp; We drank vodka.\u0026nbsp; He smoked weed.\u0026nbsp; (I don't smoke.)\u0026nbsp; It grew late and I decided it was time for sleep.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pulled the blanket over myself and was wandering that haze between consciousness and sleep when I felt him\u0026nbsp;climb under the blankets with me.\u0026nbsp; \"What are you doing?\" I asked.\u0026nbsp; \"What do you want me to do?\" Sammy\u0026nbsp;replied.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not gay,\" I insisted.\u0026nbsp; His hand touched my crotch.\u0026nbsp; I was hard.\u0026nbsp; \"No, you're in denial.\"\u0026nbsp; I was attracted to him, that I knew.\u0026nbsp; But I also knew that if I let him do what I wanted him to do, there'd be no going back;\u0026nbsp;I'd be gay.\u0026nbsp; As his hand snaked lower and lower between my belly and briefs, my thoughts grew\u0026nbsp;frantic.\u0026nbsp; _No going back.\u0026nbsp; No going back.\u0026nbsp; No going back._ Then it happened.\u0026nbsp; His fingers wrapped around my dick, pumping it lightly.\u0026nbsp; No one had ever touched me there, like that, before. \u0026nbsp;The pony was the first.\u0026nbsp; We stripped.\u0026nbsp; He explored my body; I explored his.\u0026nbsp; It was sensual.\u0026nbsp; I jacked him off as he sucked me dry.\n\nWe became boyfriends.\u0026nbsp; My folks grew suspicious at my frequent road trips.\u0026nbsp; They eventually figured it out\u0026nbsp;and I was out of the closet two months later.\n\nWe traveled, mostly to Scandinavia.\u0026nbsp; We had fun.\u0026nbsp; Did things.\u0026nbsp; He gave me a blowjob as\u0026nbsp;we stood in the middle of a street in a small, Norwegian town. \u0026nbsp;I came in his muzzle.\u0026nbsp; He poked his pony dick under my tail for the first time that night.\u0026nbsp; We didn't use a rubber.\n\nThen it happened.\u0026nbsp; He told me he'd be doing some long-term traveling alone, mostly in Sweden.\u0026nbsp; I was devastated, but was still hopeful for a long distance relationship.\u0026nbsp; Sammy had been good for me.\u0026nbsp; He pulled me out of my shell and helped me to heal.\u0026nbsp; He was outgoing and attractive, especially where it mattered.\u0026nbsp; While he was gone, I realized something was missing.\u0026nbsp; Physical intimacy. \u0026nbsp;Sex.\u0026nbsp; My previously steady eyes began to wander.\u0026nbsp; I started talking to other guys.\u0026nbsp; A mink in Vincennes, IN, only\u0026nbsp;6 hours away by car.\u0026nbsp; 18 years old.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't help myself.\u0026nbsp; I drove down to see him.\u0026nbsp; He was uncut and tasted very, very\u0026nbsp;sweet.\n\nMy relationship with Sammy didn't survive; I'd told him what I'd done.\u0026nbsp; A friend, Terry, told me that Sammy shouldn't have expected me to wait for him; that I was justified.\u0026nbsp; Until one day I visited Terry with a mutual friend, James, he was crushing on.\u0026nbsp; We stayed at Terry's place.\u0026nbsp; I fucked James in the middle of Terry's living room while Terry lay in his bed, listening. Terry's no longer a friend.\n\nAnd I fucked the next guy after the next guy after the next guy after the next. \u0026nbsp;I'd become a Dog.\n\nI drifted, horny as hell, getting fucked and sucked, looking for a relationship but not having any luck.\u0026nbsp; Until I met my wolf.\u0026nbsp; He was cute, sweet and cuddly.\u0026nbsp; Overweight, but I didn't care.\u0026nbsp; I still remember our first date.\u0026nbsp; \"Kill Bill\" at the AMC Theater in Barrington, IL.\u0026nbsp; The second followed the next day at my place.\u0026nbsp; We were in bed within the hour.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's 2015 and we're still together, that wolf and me.\u0026nbsp; We've crossed the country and married.\u0026nbsp; Own a couple of\u0026nbsp;houses.\u0026nbsp; Cars. \u0026nbsp;Some\u0026nbsp;cats.\u0026nbsp; Hope to start a family.\u0026nbsp; We share our hopes and dreams freely.\u0026nbsp; Console away our frustrations and fears.\u0026nbsp; Make love together.\n\nBut last month, he came back.\u0026nbsp; The Dog.\u0026nbsp; To fuck,\u0026nbsp;fuck and fuck.\u0026nbsp;The Dog\u0026nbsp;wants out. \u0026nbsp;He bites me, fights me. \u0026nbsp;Tears and claws. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I resist. \u0026nbsp;But still, I know it's only a matter of time before\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;lose control.\n\nAnd everything will end.\n\nBecause the Dog wants out to play.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}