The Waiting Game
By SamsBestFriend.
My first sexual experiences began at the age of 13, my first lover being our family dog, Sam, a very big, handsome, uncut German Shepherd/Collie mix who weighed around 80 pounds. Sam was very solidly built, his coat the lighter brown of a Collie with a blaze of white fur on his chest and his head, tail, and paws taking on the darker colorings of a typical German Shepherd. I had been mating with Sam for over a year. The two of us had become very familiar with each other’s bodies and, all the while, finding new ways to bring each other pleasure.
In my room, I lay on my stomach on my bed with my homework and books splayed out in front of me. Most nights, I wore gray sweatpants, a t-shirt, sometimes socks, and rarely underwear. Concentrating on my schoolwork was never easy. Constantly checking the time on the clock radio next to my bed, my mind easily drifted to thoughts of being with Sam and feeling the growing excitement in my young cock.
Through my bedroom door, I could hear the familiar refrains of the late local news on the television in the living room, knowing that just another 30 minutes or so separated me from being with Sam. Those final minutes always felt like hours, but then muffled noises followed by the light from the living room spilling under my bedroom door went dark. Then, pairs of footsteps ascended the stairs to the second floor as my parents made their way to their bedroom for the evening.
A glance at my clock radio: 11:31 pm. Just a few more minutes left in The Waiting Game. More muffled shuffling from my parents upstairs as they settled into bed for the night.
At 11:32, with excitement growing in me, I close my school books and place them on the floor beside my bed. Then I reach for the lamp on my side table, turn it off, and plunge into my room in a soft darkness, lit by moonlight through my two windows.
At 11:33, I get up in the dark and open my closet door to retrieve an old woolen blanket at the bottom. I press my face to the blanket and inhale, taking in the heavy scent of dog paws and fur and sweat and sex, feeling my cock grow further within my cotton pants.
Now, at 11:34, I unfold the blanket, then turn and unfurl it on top of my bed, tugging at the corners to smooth it over the entirety of my mattress. I hear a quiet creaking of floorboards in the hallway just outside my room, Sam’s internal body clock directing him toward my closed door. I sit on the edge of my bed and remove one of my white tube socks and the other.
Now, at 11:35, nothing but silence throughout the house. I stand and untie the string on my sweatpants, hook my thumbs into the waistband, and slide them down my thighs, my nearly erect cock jumping out as I push the pants down my legs and over my feet, step out of them, and kick them to the side. Now, mostly naked but wearing only a thin t-shirt, I take a deep breath and reach for the handle of my bedroom door – the Waiting Game is now over.
I can see Sam’s silhouette against the ambient light from within the house with the door open. He sits upright. His ears perked forward, his broad tail brushing the carpet behind him with eager excitement, knowing he would soon lie with his mate. Sam, too, had come to anticipate this nightly ritual and would make his way to the hallway just outside my door while my parents were ascending the stairs for the night.
He waits attentively for my invitation, licking his lips and muzzling with anticipation. Could he sense the excitement in me? Could he smell my mostly naked body, and did he recognize the arousal I was feeling? I give Sam a quick nod and whisper, “Do you want to mate?”
At these words, Sam jumps up and bounds into my room, his tail and entire body wagging frantically. He circles me a few times, leaping up against me and pushing his big head against my legs. As it was my habit, I left my bedroom door open just to be sure I could hear clearly if one of my parents tried to make their way back downstairs, and I tried my best to quiet Sam. I bend to rub and kiss his head, shushing him and whispering, “OK, Sammy, calm down now, calm down, and we’ll have some fun.”
I run my hands down his flanks and reach beneath his stomach to grip his sheath, a move that always settles him. His cock and knot are full within his sheath, so I hold him there for a few moments and continue to whisper to him. I can feel the wet tip of his prick on my wrist, and after a short while, Sam has calmed enough so we can continue our ritual.
I sit again on the end of the bed and lower myself onto my back, raising my legs in the air and spreading them slightly. Sam takes his cue and pushes himself between my legs with his head. He sniffs at me there a few times, and then I feel his warm, wet tongue bathing the underside of my balls and lapping at my puckered hole, lubricating me with his saliva.
This alone brings me such pleasure, and my cock twitches in response to the dog’s rimming. Sam licks me a few more times, and then he pushes his body further into mine, climbing halfway onto the bed with me with his back paws on the ground and placing his front paws on either side of my stomach so that he can lick my face and mouth.
I wrap my legs around his back and open my mouth to him so I can suck on his wide tongue. Sam’s hips pressed against mine, and at that moment, the thought of something more than doggy style might be possible with this handsome dog.
Sam slides himself off of my body then, and I move with him, rolling myself onto my stomach and off the side of the bed. My knees have barely touched the carpet before Sam is upon me, mounting me quickly from behind. I rest my chest on the mattress and open my legs for the excited dog.
After so many times mating with Sam in the past, there is no longer any poking and humping and searching for my young hole. I expertly position myself to meet Sam’s sheath, and with his first thrust, he slides his cock easily inside of me. Sam arches his back, braces his front paws against my bare thighs, and he begins to wildly fuck me.
There is simply no way to describe that feeling of first penetration, despite having taken Sam inside of me literally hundreds of times in the past year or so. That raw, animal experience of having a big dog so desirous of you that it can’t help but want to fuck you is a feeling that simply never gets old. And this initial mount was only the beginning of our foreplay.
Sam knows that he’ll be penetrating me several more times before our full mating experience will occur, so after several more seconds of thrusting himself inside of me and feeling the wetness of his pre-cum on my ass and dripping down over my balls, he slips out of me, dismounts and instantly begins lapping at me, cleaning away his pre-cum.
His cock slips back inside of his sheath, and I slide off of the bed and sit on the carpet in front of Sam. He moves toward me, and I again open my mouth to his. Our tongues are entwining, and I can taste a hint of his sex on my tongue. I grip at my turgid cock and stroke myself a few times, spreading Sam’s wetness along the length of my shaft.
Sam then nudges his head against my thigh and paws at me, beckoning me to roll back onto my knees for him for his second mount. I comply, and the big dog crawls his way onto my back, once again quickly finding his mark and slipping his slick cock inside of me. He fucks me hard again, thrusting into me over and over. I can hear the wet sucking sound of his cock rapidly slipping in and out of me, and after a few more moments, he dismounts and again laps at my ass, balls, and thighs.
I turn again, sitting on the carpet with my legs spread as Sam continues cleaning the underside of my balls, then laps my swollen shaft a few times before licking my mouth and tongue once again. I stand then and turn to climb onto my bed, but Sam eagerly beats me to it, quickly jumping past me onto the woolen blanket covering my mattress. He knows what follows being on the bed together…
Without hesitation, I slink onto my bed on all fours and present myself to Sam. He deftly mounts me once again, slips inside me, and fucks at my wet waiting hole. I spread myself further for him, allowing him deeper access, and I could feel the bulb of his growing knot slipping in and out of me. I lower my chest onto the mattress, leaving my ass high in the air for him to fuck mercilessly.
Sam grips me tight, hoping to keep inside of me as his knot grows, and I give him a few more moments of bliss before sliding myself away from him and collapsing my hips onto the blanket. Sam’s cock pulls out of me with a wet gush of thin pre-cum, which he eagerly cleans.
I turn on my side, propping my head on my hand, and watch Sam take a few turns on my bed before lying down next to me to lick his cock back into his sheath. I move closer to him and rub his side, whispering, “Good boy, Sam. You’re such a good boy,” which starts his tail wagging.
I rub his stomach and move my face to nuzzle the wetness around his sheath, rubbing his damp fur over my lips and nose, breathing in the animal smells of him, and pushing my excitement to the next level.
As I roll back onto my hands and knees, Sam stands behind me, lapping a few times at my anus, and then he slowly climbs onto my back once again. This time, as his hips meet my ass and I arch my back to accept his cock, I ready myself to mate with him fully. His cock deftly slides inside of me.
I move my feet out sideways, opening my legs further and fully presenting myself to the big dog, who once again starts to fuck me wildly. Sam grips me harder than before, intent on keeping his cock and knot inside of me to fill me with his cum. His growing knot pistons are in and out of my anus, and I can feel it growing bigger with each of the animal’s thrusts.
I know there is a point of no return, having painfully discovered what the knot was all about in my early explorations with Sam and knowing now that my young body could not possibly handle the enormity of taking this dog’s knot and tying with him. I let Sam’s knot slip outside of me and simultaneously reach back to grip him as he continues to thrust into my ass with his prick. The knot in my hand grows quickly, and that, too, pounds against my anus, seeking entry.
Sam’s thrusting begins to slow, and I feel his cock growing quickly inside of me. He shifts on my back, lifting one hind leg and then another in a somewhat ecstatic dance as he positions himself to rest his full weight on my back. I can feel the spasms of Sam’s orgasm pulsing through his knot as it rhythmically throbs in my grip with each spurt of his cum inside of me.
Sam’s cock remains to this day the largest I have ever taken. Being just 14, I was still growing, and his cock, which was 7 inches from the tip to the knot, felt very full and fat inside of my young body. My anus spasms and quivers around the thickness of his cock, and I can feel Sam begin to relax as his pleasure from mating with me courses through him.
Whenever we mated, Sam was always content to stay mounted on my back, as was I, though I had not yet discovered “the turn” and the idea of mating ass-to-ass with him. His cock is now fully engorged and locked inside of me by the grip of my hand on his knot. He lets out a few quiet moans and groans as his seed spills into me. The amount of Sam’s cum is always prolific, again more than with any other dog I have mated with, and I relish in the thought of him spraying rhythmically and deeply inside of me.
Sam’s tail bobs against my ass with each of his spasms. After a few moments, I slowly release my grip on his knot, and I tuck my bare feet around the back of his legs to hold him in place. I lower myself slightly onto my elbows to help better support the dog’s weight as he breeds me. I settle in for what I know will be about 15 minutes of having my handsome dog on top of me and his thick cock buried deep within me.
Each time we mate, I can sense the moment that Sam would begin to get restless, his orgasm starting to wind down. At that moment, I reach behind me to grip his knot once again to keep his cock swell as I slowly lower my body down to the mattress and let his prick slide out of me with a wet gush that drips down over my balls and onto my cock. With Sam’s knot in my hand, I turn onto my back, positioning myself so that my head is under his stomach and with his cock pointed at my mouth. With my empty hand, I start to stroke my cum-lubed cock as my tongue darts out to lick the dripping tip of Sam’s prick gently.
My lips part further as I raise my head to put Sam into my mouth, and I slide his cock into my throat as far as I can take it, breathing deeply through my nose. Sam continues to spasm and awards me with a few more spurts of his salty thin cum, which I eagerly swallow as my tongue plays along his shaft. I can’t last very long with Sam in my mouth, and soon, my stroking evokes an orgasm that wells up throughout my eighteen-year-old body.
My back arches as the first lines of my cum spray onto my stomach, and I take Sam even deeper into my mouth. As I continue to come, Sam laps at the ropes of cum on my stomach and licks at the head of my cock, swallowing all of my sex just as I swallow his.
The End.
