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Hi, Daniel -

Here is the email I promised you - finally. Sorry it took me so long to send it. This is the 4th or 5th email I've written - obviously, I didn't send the other ones. I didn't like them. Hopefully, I will actually send you this one! I know you're not really in a hurry, and you're still collecting stories, but I guess I feel bad that it's taken me so long to do this.

Anyway, -- oh! -- almost forgot. You're not using anyone's real name, so, call me -hmmmm - call me "Sean." (That's the first name that popped into my head.)

And you want background info and stuff, right? I'm a human. And gay. My one and (so far) only encounter with a feral dog happened just after I graduated high school. It wasn't my first time having sex. I had a friend, back then - an anthro German Shepherd - a friend with benefits, I guess you could say. We were just friends, but we did sleep together. A lot. He was always top, I was always bottom. Like I said, we did have sex quite a bit, so, after a while I really got used to having his thick dick penetrating me. I got to the point where the penetration was all about pleasure, with no pain or discomfort. My friend's dick wasn't that long, compared to some (I've since seen pics online of Shepherds with bigger equipment) but it was incredibly thick.

That anthro Shepherd was my first. The feral dog was my second.

This was the situation - when I was in high school: our neighbor's dog was a big, friendly Labrador. A yellow Lab. He looked like a typical yellow Lab, too - a big, strong, powerful dog. He had a muscular body, a pink nose, and some dark fur just under his nose. His ears were a much darker shade of yellow. He was - well - he was the most friendly dog, ever. Big statement, I know, but I stand by it. He was never mean to anyone, never bit anyone, never chased anyone up a tree or anything. And, he had the most beautiful hazel eyes, they were very kind and expressive.

So, yeah - familiar story, right? An eighteen year-old boy plus neighbor's dog. A friendly neighbor's friendly dog. Not a "feral" in the sense of "wild," like a wolf out in the woods, or anything. Still, you asked me to use the word feral to describe any non-anthro dog (and the word feral is kind of thrilling, isn't it? Or is that just me? Thrilling, like it maybe means something dangerous, or maybe something rebellious and shocking).

I played with that yellow Lab all through high school - not every day, no, but pretty often - and by played with, I mean stuff like playing fetch, or just running around the yard, you know, normal human-dog stuff. So, I've got four years of memories of that dog. We only had sex once, and the memory of that is my strongest memory of him, no surprise - it's a specific memory I bring out and think about, sometimes. Sometimes, I think about it when I'm jerking off.

Something else you should know - the dog - shit, I need to give him a name. You don't want me using his real name, so, let's call him "Rex." Rex traveled freely between my back yard and my neighbor's, because there was a gap in the fence. That's why I played with him so much - most days, he would just show up in my yard. It was just me and my aunt living in our house (she raised me), by the way. My aunt went on a lot of business trips, and some days when she wasn't home I'd bring the dog into the house.

So, I have memories of playing video games, or watching TV, with Rex on the couch (or floor) next to me, with his warm body, his short fur, pressed into me. When it was just the two of us, I would check him out - I couldn't help it. He was a beautiful, feral, yellow Lab - a big, dense, muscular male Lab, with big balls and a meaty sheath. Of course I checked him out. I was horny and gay, after all, and young - and I was sleeping with an anthro dog friend, too. And so sometimes I'd wonder . . . . if maybe Rex would let me jerk him off? I was curious. I was also a bit turned on, I admit, by him - he was such a beautiful dog, and so masculine. And sometimes I imagined him fucking me - but I only imagined it. I never tried to make it happen.

Here's the thing. I've always been into anthros - dogs, mostly. When I was six, I had my first crush (on a classmate, who wasn't a friend - he was an anthro Rottweiler). As I said, the first time I had sex, it was with my anthro Shepherd friend. I had my first boyfriend in college, and he was a human like me. After college, my first major relationship was with an anthro Bull Terrier. When I was a teenager, I did_ notice_ feral (non-anthro) dogs - it wasn't just Rex - and those dogs also - sometimes - turned me on. Not always, just sometimes. I'd see other ferals in the neighborhood, for example, or I'd see one on TV who was big and masculine, and I'd think wow, he's hot. But my main turn on has always been anthros.

The big, important thing I want to tell you is this: before my "encounter" with Rex, feral dogs were kind of sometimes a turn on, and I'd wonder what it would be like to do some "sex stuff" with them, but I never actually did anything, I never formed a plan for doing it. After I let Rex fuck me, however, sex with feral dogs became a huge turn on. It became something I fantasized about. It's something I want to do again. I haven't had the chance - well - I haven't had the chance to do it discretely. Sure, I guess I could go online, arrange something that way. But I don't want to involve anyone else.

I'll admit, I've gone looking. I've gone for long walks - late at night - out in the woods, for example, or along a forest path. That's led to some really hot one night stands with various humans and anthros, but no ferals, Not yet, anyway.

But this explains why I spent four years playing with Rex and never doing anything more than just play - I never really wanted to. I just thought about it. After I let Rex fuck my ass, however, I felt like, Shit, I've been missing out - here's something I should've been doing all this time.

So, let me tell you what happened that day with Rex. I was in my private bathroom, sitting down (doing number 2, obviously). Right when I finished up, I thought I heard the back door open. It always creaked, that door. I'd been sure I closed it, but maybe I hadn't? I flushed the toilet, and debated what to do. Dash into my bedroom and grab my baseball bat? Had someone broken in? Or had I imagined the sound of the door creaking open?

And then I heard the sound of paws click-clacking along the old wooden floor. Was it Rex? I wondered. What other dog would just wander in?

It was indeed Rex. He'd pushed open the back door, gone into the house, and went looking for me. And there I was - on the toilet, shorts and underwear down around my knees. He hesitated in the doorway, unsure whether to come in to the bathroom or not. I called out his name, and he wagged his tail. He seemed nervous, but he walked all the way into the room, and sat down in front of me. I patted his head, stroked his muzzle, and called him a good boy.

And then the dog stood up, and began sniffing my exposed genitals. He'd sniffed me dozens of times before, of course - probably hundreds, during the last four years - but always through my clothes, and always briefly (and, if other guys were around, I'd laugh and push the dog away).

This time, he seemed more interested in the smell of what lay behind my balls - I soon realized he was trying to sniff my asshole. Was it because I'd just taken a dump? I wondered. I used my hand to cover up, sort of push aside, my dick and my balls - I wanted to give Rex more access. I also pushed my shorts and unders down to my ankles, so the dog could move in closer. He did so, and kept sniffing. The feel of his breath on my skin - the sound of his sniffing, the closeness of him - all of it started to turn me on. I'd pissed in front of him, before, but I'd never been naked in front of him - I certainly hadn't been this naked, on the toilet, with his body so close to me - and now that it was happening, I felt aroused.

Then he stepped back, and looked with me, his head cocked to one side. So I patted him some more, and his tail wagged, and his tongue slid out.

That might have been where it ended, but, Rex - clever dog that he was - went around to my side. He started sniffing my butt, no doubt trying to get to whatever smell he found so interesting. I was still sitting down, remember, and I suddenly had an unobstructed view of his side. I looked at his sheath, and I started to get ideas. Well, one idea, anyway. Leaning forward, I got as close as I could to his furry belly, and I started doing my own sniffing around. I got a hint of his musk.

I looked back, at Rex - still sniffing my butt.

"Do you want to see what's down there?" I asked him.

I stood up, pulled up my shorts, and went to the sink to wash my hands.

Then I led Rex into my bedroom.

"C'mon, boy," I said, and he followed.

Suddenly, I had a mental image of Rex on top of me. And it was so fucking hot.

My hands were shaking a little bit, from nervousness. My stomach fluttered, and I felt kind of dizzy. I slid off my shorts and my underwear. Then I took off my shirt. Naked, I knelt down in front of Rex and patted his muzzle. I stroked his ears and looked into his eyes. Was I really going to do this? I had to decide. Getting even more nervous, I turned around and got down on my hands and knees. I showed Rex my butt. I felt like I'd gone past the point of no return.

I hadn't.

The dog came up to me, and once again he started sniffing my asshole - then he started sniffing faster and deeper. I could hear the sound of the air being cut by his swiftly wagging tail. However, all he did was sniff - inhale - the scent of my hole. Maybe a minute or two went by - I think? Maybe less time than that. It felt like an hour. Rex kept sniffing. Was he - not interested? Not horny? He seemed to be enjoying the smell of my asshole, but that smell didn't seem to give him any ideas.

I turned around again, and sat down on the floor, cross-legged in front of the dog. He started licking my face. His tail kept wagging. I shifted over a bit, so I could see his sheath and his balls. Aha - a tiny portion of his penis was starting to come out. So, he was at least a little bit turned on. That, or it was just some kind of reflex.

Remember earlier in this rambling email when I talked about my German Shepherd friend - and how thick his dick was? Well, here's the reason why I mentioned all that - my eighteen year-old self didn't know anything about the cocks of feral dogs. He hadn't seen any yet. So when he imagined Rex fucking him, he thought about his Shepherd friend's dick. He didn't know just how different a feral's cock was.

In other words, young idiot that I was - I thought, well, if I can handle my friend fucking me, I can handle this dog's dick, too.

Hah! Funny, how naive we can be sometimes. Or, how sometimes someone can be so turned on by his neighbor's dog that he doesn't even wonder if that dog's penis would be bigger, thicker, longer.

Anyway, I began stroking Rex's belly, getting my hands closer and closer to his sheath. As I did that, my own dick started to get hard. I could feel Rex's body heat, I could smell his musk, I was getting turned on just by having this big dog so close to me. And I guess my getting aroused got Rex excited, too. More of his doggy penis slid out of the sheath - I couldn't believe how thick it was, how red, how pulsing. The shape of it fascinated me. How big was it going to get? I wondered. Rex started humping the air, slowly, obviously feeling a need to fuck something - or someone. He noticed that my dick was now fully erect, and he started sniffing it.

Then . . . oh man, and then - he give my dick one long, wet pass with his tongue. Just one pass, but he covered the whole of it with his dog slobber, and - holy shit - I almost came just from that. Pre started oozing out of my dick.

Most of his cock was out by then. I was even more nervous, and I was no longer sure I could handle his meaty, thick dog penis - I stared at it, so red and so long, and it made my mouth water. I wanted to at least try to handle it - I did want that unbelievable, red beast inside me.

Unfamiliar as I was with dog anatomy, back then, I did, however, know that there was a knot. I hadn't seen it yet, and couldn't even imagine it. Did it expand? Get bigger? I was fairly sure I'd read that somewhere. Naive as I was, I told myself that I didn't have to let Rex's knot inside. I could prevent it from going in - use my hand, or clench up, or something. Did the knot even go in? Maybe it would just slam up against my ass? There was a lot of stuff I didn't know at eighteen. I laugh about it now.

I wanted to present my ass to Rex again, I wanted to see what he'd do - but I was worried about the unexpected size of his canine penis, I was worried about the mysterious knot. I hadn't been worried about those things ten minutes ago, but . . . .

I ran a hand over the shaft of Rex's cock. I was so amazed at how thick, and long, and moist it was. It felt unreal. Everything about this felt unreal - that there I was, with Rex, that I'd tried to get Rex to fuck me, that I had this beautiful dog, with his unexpected and amazing dog meat, right up against my body . . . . that I _still _wanted Rex to fuck me.

Lube. I need lube - I thought, realizing that if Rex jammed his dog dick into me without it - man. I hoped the smell or feel of lube wouldn't turn the dog off, but I had to take a chance. I went to my bedside table, and with shaky hands (and a shaky stomach) I squirted some lube into my hole.

I got back down on my hands and knees.

I was barely in position when Rex mounted me. The time of sniffing and licking was over, I guess - Rex was on a mission.

His front paws on my back, the yellow Lab started jabbing my ass with his engorged member. After a few jabs, the tapered head of his dog cock found my lubed-up and waiting asshole . . . . and slid in. Rex was, I realized, going to try to get his dick in me as fast as possible. Again - you know - it's all the stuff you don't think about when you're young. I hadn't really thought about how this was going to go - this wasn't going to be sex, as my eighteen year-old self defined it -- it wasn't going to be someone taking his time, sliding into me slowly, gently, going slow at first and then speeding up, penetrating me slow and easy and then going faster and faster -- no. This was going to be fucking, just pure animal fucking. Rex, I realized, was going to ram every inch of his dog dick into me, and he wasn't going to worry about my comfort at all . . . . and he was going to thrust until he came - he wanted his dog seed surging into me, and he wanted it now.

I tried to brace myself.

My ass was tighter than Rex expected. On the one hand, my asshole wasn't virgin, it'd been somewhat loosened up by my anthro friend fucking me - and (at first) I had the advantages of muscle memory and experience -- with only a couple inches of Rex's penis in me, I was able to open up, unclench, my asshole, plus I was able to thrust backwards a bit, help Rex get more of himself into me. I didn't think about doing those things, of course, I just did them by instinct.

On the other hand, Rex did encounter some resistance - his canine cock was thicker than anything that'd been in my ass before. He kept going, however, fighting, pushing his way inside.

Soon, his front paws were around my stomach, as the dog pushed - forced - his dick almost all the way in - and that was when the pain became too intense - I had to stop thrusting backward - I just couldn't, even though I really wanted to milk that beautiful dog cock with my ass - the pain was too much.

It was just too much canine dick, shoved in all at once, that's all. I decided to try and relax, not clench my ass, even though the pain was telling me to not relax. I decided to try and remain still, hold steady, let Rex do what he needed - wanted - to do.

I figured the pain would pass, eventually, and I tried to focus on other sensations. For example, the feel of Rex's paws as he clutched my stomach, his claws digging in. What else . . . . his breath on my skin - I could hear his rapid panting. I could also feel drops of drool hitting my back. I could feel his fur rubbing on my skin, I could feel his body heat warming me . . . . what else . . . . the weight of him - I had to support his weight, of course - and, oh man, the sensation of having him on top of me. All of those things were fucking hot, I discovered. Each one alone was fucking hot, but all of them together was intense. As I felt - and focused on - those things, waves of pleasure washed over me. My cock sprang back up, fully hard - I hadn't even noticed losing my erection, but I was hard again, my dick pulsing, my balls tight.

Just __relax, I told myself. Just relax and let Rex fuck you - *enjoy *_ Rex fucking you. _And it was something to enjoy, too, in spite of the pain. The feel of Rex's dog dick inside me, the sensation of him fucking me - yes - it felt really good.

Rex, by that point, was thrusting - humping, fucking me - at a steady pace, now that he'd gotten all of his meat into my ass. With each thrust in, I could feel his knot slapping my ass. The pain I'd been feeling - well - the pain I'd been overwhelmed by - was pretty much all gone . . . . when . . . . suddenly . . . . Rex stopped thrusting . . . . and he forced his knot into my ass, hard and fast. My asshole expanded even further - it felt like my hole was torn open, expanded a million billion times larger. Fresh pain exploded inside of me.

Rex clutched me, so so tight - his front paws, front legs, gripped me hard and tight - like he wanted to get me as close to his body as he could, like he didn't want even a tiny fraction of space between us - his dog cock was all the way in, and I felt his balls pressed up against my own swollen testicles.

I know I yelled something - a word, or a grunt, I don't know what - and I remember feeling an equal measure of pleasure and pain - and I came, suddenly. Just this . . . . wave of spunk shooting out of me, like bullets. All my muscles clenched, and Rex went on holding me in that fierce hug . . . . as he came. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me, as his doggy semen flowed out. It filled me up, went deep inside of me, so warm and wonderful.

And he kept coming, too, wave after wave of warm spunk jizzing out of his quivering penis. I could feel his knot swelling and pulsing inside me.

I was slathered in dog drool, there was blood on my back from Rex's claws raking my flesh, and what felt like an ocean of canine semen was shooting into me. I was also incredibly happy, and incredibly turned on - I'd just had my orgasm, but I was still so turned on by what was happening. Rex had fucked me hard, he'd bred me, I'd become his bitch, and he was determined I'd take everything he had to give me.

The scent of Rex's musk was heavy in the thick air, it seeped into my nose, my pores, my skin.

When the flood tide of Rex's orgasm finally ended, we were both exhausted, spent, drooling, panting.

I don't know how long we were tied - I wasn't able to tell how much time passed by. I remained on all fours, Rex remained on top of me, still clutching me (he didn't do that thing dogs do - turn around and go ass to ass) . . . . my asshole throbbed, ached, but I didn't care . . . . I was in no hurry for the big dog to slide his way out of me. Eventually, of course, he did, and I flopped down to the floor, sore, tired, and happy.

I was so well-fucked, I started falling asleep. Next to me, Rex was licking clean his red shaft - damn, the sight of it got me horny all over again. I should've grabbed it, done something with it, but it was already retracting into that beautiful sheath, and I was so tired I could barely move. So, instead, with Rex's warm semen slipping out of my ass, I curled up for a nap. I had sweet, sweet dreams about Rex, his doggy breath on my shoulders, his heat warming me, his dog dick fucking me.

I, um, don't know how to wrap up this email. Hope you find it useful. I made an effort to be honest about stuff - stuff like, the level of pain, my reaction to it. All in all, it was a great experience - and like I said, I'll do it again, someday, if I get the chance.