# Confessions of a Dog

Author: Vaille
Tags: Biographical, Canine, Dalmatian, Gay, M/, M/M, Sex, Wolf

I wish this were fiction. Some very small changes to a few of the events, but otherwise a true account.

"Confessions of a Dog"

I have a mate, a grey wolf, and I love him more than he can possibly ever know.&nbsp; We've been together since 2003.&nbsp; My friend.&nbsp;&nbsp;Lover.&nbsp;&nbsp;Partner.&nbsp; We've shared everything together -&nbsp;our bodies, hearts and souls.&nbsp; He's been my rock, there to&nbsp;comfort and carry&nbsp;me through some of the worst moments of my life.&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet I'm scared.

In 1999, I was a Chicago transplant&nbsp;living in Layton, Utah, a small suburban town between Ogden and Salt Lake City.&nbsp; It was Hell.&nbsp; My job with the military&nbsp;sucked.&nbsp; I had no friends.&nbsp; No social life.&nbsp; And SLC wasn't&nbsp;the most welcoming place for a gay Dalmatian like me.

By the time Utah had finished fucking with me, I'd had an emotional breakdown over&nbsp;the phone with my mother.&nbsp; Three days later, my father and brother had packed me up and moved me back to Chicago.&nbsp; I was borderline suicide.&nbsp;

I saw the doctors.&nbsp; Talked with therapists.&nbsp; Took the drugs.&nbsp; I was still in a dark place when&nbsp;met someone, on one of the MUCKs.&nbsp; We talked.&nbsp; Laughed.&nbsp; Hung out and had fun.&nbsp; I told him I draw; he asked to see.&nbsp; I sent the email, some drawings attached.&nbsp; "I didn't realize you're gay," he said.&nbsp; "I'm not," I replied.&nbsp; "I don't know about that."&nbsp; I assured him I was straight.&nbsp; I still have those drawings today.

Time passed.&nbsp; July became October.&nbsp; There was a small Sci-Fi con in Lancing, MI, that hosted&nbsp;furry content.&nbsp; Since he lived in Detroit and I was in Chicago, it was perfect.&nbsp; We'd use the con as an excuse to finally meet in person.&nbsp;

That Saturday morning, I walked through the parking lot of The Noname Hotel and wandered through the sliding glass door.&nbsp; Inside was Nerd&nbsp;Nirvana.&nbsp; Star Trek.&nbsp; Star Wars.&nbsp; Babylon 5.&nbsp;

And furries.

Making my way to the little&nbsp;dealer's den, I spotted a yellow pony.&nbsp; _Is that him?_ I remember thinking.&nbsp; I was shy, but with some&nbsp;effort, I approached and asked "Sammy?" &nbsp;The pony nodded.&nbsp; "Vaille?"&nbsp; Smiling, I offered my paw.&nbsp; He gave me a hug instead.

We hit it off.&nbsp; Ate at the local Steak n' Shake.&nbsp; Hung out with some of his friends. &nbsp;One of them, a fox, dragged&nbsp;us&nbsp;into the bathroom to show us something.&nbsp;He wouldn't say what.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; In shock, I stood watching as Sammy examined the piercing through the tip, touching and oogling it.&nbsp; That was the first time I'd ever seen another guy's dick outside of a locker room.&nbsp; I was 23.

That night, rather than get my own hotel room as originally planned, Sammy suggested I stay with him in his.&nbsp; "We can split the cost," he'd said.&nbsp; We drank vodka.&nbsp; He smoked weed.&nbsp; (I don't smoke.)&nbsp; It grew late and I decided it was time for sleep.&nbsp;

I pulled the blanket over myself and was wandering that haze between consciousness and sleep when I felt him&nbsp;climb under the blankets with me.&nbsp; "What are you doing?" I asked.&nbsp; "What do you want me to do?" Sammy&nbsp;replied.&nbsp; "I'm not gay," I insisted.&nbsp; His hand touched my crotch.&nbsp; I was hard.&nbsp; "No, you're in denial."&nbsp; I was attracted to him, that I knew.&nbsp; But I also knew that if I let him do what I wanted him to do, there'd be no going back;&nbsp;I'd be gay.&nbsp; As his hand snaked lower and lower between my belly and briefs, my thoughts grew&nbsp;frantic.&nbsp; _No going back.&nbsp; No going back.&nbsp; No going back._ Then it happened.&nbsp; His fingers wrapped around my dick, pumping it lightly.&nbsp; No one had ever touched me there, like that, before. &nbsp;The pony was the first.&nbsp; We stripped.&nbsp; He explored my body; I explored his.&nbsp; It was sensual.&nbsp; I jacked him off as he sucked me dry.

We became boyfriends.&nbsp; My folks grew suspicious at my frequent road trips.&nbsp; They eventually figured it out&nbsp;and I was out of the closet two months later.

We traveled, mostly to Scandinavia.&nbsp; We had fun.&nbsp; Did things.&nbsp; He gave me a blowjob as&nbsp;we stood in the middle of a street in a small, Norwegian town. &nbsp;I came in his muzzle.&nbsp; He poked his pony dick under my tail for the first time that night.&nbsp; We didn't use a rubber.

Then it happened.&nbsp; He told me he'd be doing some long-term traveling alone, mostly in Sweden.&nbsp; I was devastated, but was still hopeful for a long distance relationship.&nbsp; Sammy had been good for me.&nbsp; He pulled me out of my shell and helped me to heal.&nbsp; He was outgoing and attractive, especially where it mattered.&nbsp; While he was gone, I realized something was missing.&nbsp; Physical intimacy. &nbsp;Sex.&nbsp; My previously steady eyes began to wander.&nbsp; I started talking to other guys.&nbsp; A mink in Vincennes, IN, only&nbsp;6 hours away by car.&nbsp; 18 years old.&nbsp; I couldn't help myself.&nbsp; I drove down to see him.&nbsp; He was uncut and tasted very, very&nbsp;sweet.

My relationship with Sammy didn't survive; I'd told him what I'd done.&nbsp; A friend, Terry, told me that Sammy shouldn't have expected me to wait for him; that I was justified.&nbsp; Until one day I visited Terry with a mutual friend, James, he was crushing on.&nbsp; We stayed at Terry's place.&nbsp; I fucked James in the middle of Terry's living room while Terry lay in his bed, listening. Terry's no longer a friend.

And I fucked the next guy after the next guy after the next guy after the next. &nbsp;I'd become a Dog.

I drifted, horny as hell, getting fucked and sucked, looking for a relationship but not having any luck.&nbsp; Until I met my wolf.&nbsp; He was cute, sweet and cuddly.&nbsp; Overweight, but I didn't care.&nbsp; I still remember our first date.&nbsp; "Kill Bill" at the AMC Theater in Barrington, IL.&nbsp; The second followed the next day at my place.&nbsp; We were in bed within the hour.&nbsp;

It's 2015 and we're still together, that wolf and me.&nbsp; We've crossed the country and married.&nbsp; Own a couple of&nbsp;houses.&nbsp; Cars. &nbsp;Some&nbsp;cats.&nbsp; Hope to start a family.&nbsp; We share our hopes and dreams freely.&nbsp; Console away our frustrations and fears.&nbsp; Make love together.

But last month, he came back.&nbsp; The Dog.&nbsp; To fuck,&nbsp;fuck and fuck.&nbsp;The Dog&nbsp;wants out. &nbsp;He bites me, fights me. &nbsp;Tears and claws. &nbsp;&nbsp;I resist. &nbsp;But still, I know it's only a matter of time before&nbsp;I&nbsp;lose control.

And everything will end.

Because the Dog wants out to play.

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