My First Gay Dog Experience

By Bellerophon69.
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I am a Bisexual Male, and all of my beast-related sexual experiences have been with male dogs. I have also had experiences with straight and Gay sex, as well as Lesbians and Male Dogs, but I should warn the reader up front that if Homosexuality or Male Dog only experiences are not to your taste, these blogs would not be very interesting to you. I have many other tales to tell, not all of them Bestial or Gay, however, if those themes DO interest you, I hope you enjoy this. I’m writing this in my late 50’s, but it’s kind of fun to share these true incidents and stories, and even though my last sexual experience with a Stud has been about 4 years these memories from even 40 years ago remain burned into my mind. Enjoy!

My Father raised and bred Dobermans on the side, and during the summer, my kid Brother ‘Gene’ (2 1/2 years younger) would stay with him, as my parents were separated at that time. My Brother and I had been having gay sex for several years beforehand, usually we would blow each other but he liked finishing up in my ass, as did I. When Dad would put one of the two Studs (King and Max) in with one of the Bitches and we both watched with raging hard-ons. Then when they finished, we’d go do some chores or go back to one of our bedrooms to play, and Gene would breed me quickly. Because after watching the dog show, it didn’t take either of us long.

Sometimes TJ or another one of my teenage friends would come out for the weekend from the suburbs, and they’d end up in my ass later after watching the dogs screw too. Too bad whenever they would be out to visit and the dogs allowed to breed, my father would be home, or else I’d have let them take me right there.

My intrigue with Doggy Cocks was when my best friend TJ had a small dog named Bipper, that loved to try and hump my leg, or my arm whenever I was bent down. When his little pecker came out of its sheath, I’d get an instant hard-on, that’s when I knew that I was horny for gay dog sex. Of course, nothing happened although later that year I would open my mouth and we’d French each other while I would beat off, it was so hot for a young teen like me to make out with a dog. Unfortunately, Bipper was dead by the time TJ started screwing me in the ass, or I’d have made out with his dog while he fucked me. Heaven was so close yet soon to cum and a few years later.

Dad went to town to his regular job 5 days a week, and he’d be gone from 6am to 7pm, so of course, I got the bright idea of letting the Studs have a fun time on me. I tried by myself, but they’d be all excited and just jump on my back, jab in, then jump off again, or worse, get half-way knotted in me then pull out with a VERY painful pop. One hot and wild afternoon, I finally got used as a teenage Fuck-Bitch orally and anally by our Stud Dog King with the help of my kid brother.

The bonus was that Gene would be so horny watching the dogs fuck me he’d fuck my mouth until he came. He’d either reach around and beat me off while I was firmly knotted or he’d suck my flowing with precum cock dry. Alternatively, better still he’d add his thick sperm to my sopping wet with dog cum asshole. That went on for several years, and certainly was not the end of my adventures with dogs or my brother. My first experience with women and dogs also awaits telling another time.

My first hardcore doggy sex experiences began in the wonderful summer of 1977. It was like a dream. By the way, a Dobermans cock-and-knot combination is aesthetically one of my favorites, and not just because they were the first dog breed to have their way with me. Dad bought Maximilian (aka Max) and King, and they slept in the kennel but had free rein of the farm during the day. I knew with certainty that I wanted to have sex with a Stud one day when My Dad, my Brother, and several of my Dad’s lesbian friends were there. (I think it was their bitch, as they owned several registered dogs). Max was tied to a bitch, and we all started laughing because he was very clumsy and seemed like he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

Finally, he deflated enough to pull out of the Bitches loosened pussy, and he backed off her, and his dong pulled out with a slurp and a gush of fluids. His boner was 7-8 inches long, fat, round, and thick from the knot to the tip, pink covered with deep red veins and capillaries, as was his knot; as big around as a large orange with a dip underneath between the two lobes, almost like cleavage between two breasts. It bobbed up and down, but no jizz was dripping because he was spent, and I petted him trying to reassure him it was OK since he had a miserable look on his face, but inwardly wanting to help him in a much more handy fashion!

Soon the dogs had separated, and eventually, Max’s cock diminished and was swallowed by its sheath, hair covered, but you could still see his skin beneath it. We all had a laugh at his expense that night, but I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my mind. It was summer, so when Dad left for work in the city (he was usually gone or 12-14 hours). That Monday, I took Max out to the barn and stroked him, but without the sight and smell of other dogs fucking, he just didn’t seem interested. Besides, he was not too bright compared to King and somewhat inexperienced, so he barely knew that his beautiful penis was for fucking anyway.

With no luck on that front, I coerced my brother to fuck me later in the day, but I was so horny I blew my load in three strokes. I laid there for what seemed to be an hour as he worked himself off inside my butthole while I wished he was Max. I loved being fucked by my sibling, but I NEEDED to belong to a dog.

King was our main stud dog, he knew what he was doing and once mated, he was very calm and stood grasping his bitch from behind with his paws wrapped around her firmly but gently as he flooded her. He made my Dad a few bucks doing this. He had been a show dog, and he placed well, but one of his pups won a bunch of local and regional shows, so he was in demand for stud service. Max was supposed to be a show dog, but his temperament and not his physical qualifications were why he never placed well; he was a little antsy and easily distracted, which was unfortunate.

I took care of them both, and I think they both loved me because I would always treat them nice. I’d brush the dogs, feed them snacks and let them run without a leash as long as they came back as we lived on the flat prairie in the middle of nowhere, so there was no place for them to run off to. I hoped King would be interested in fucking me, but he only got horny if there was a bitch in heat present and when I tried to jack him off outdoors he looked at me with a mixture of ‘what the hell,’ and, ‘you’ve got to be kidding!’

No go, at least the first time, later once he figured out I was a steady piece he became my go-to for getting a long tie. However, to start with, Max had to be my first try.

It was hot, but I really didn’t want my knees to be on concrete, so I took Max out to the open pole barn where there was a lot of hay. Also, I knew it was a great place to get fucked because it was oriented to where it was hard to see inside. Whenever my best friend TJ or my brother Gene fucked me, it was where we went for just that reason, and it was cool but well lit by the sun inside. I pulled off my pants and sat on a burlap bag covered hay bale, Max came over to me when I called and sat there happily panting as I petted him then reached down and grasped his cock-sheath.

I was starting to pant myself as he stood to give me better access to his organ as it quickly started to poke out and then grow in my warm hand, his still unswollen knot popped out of its sheath, pushing it behind. I was on my knees in the hay quickly as I dropped down and put my mouth over the tip of his dick and started licking the puckered hole and the little pointed knob that stuck out like a hood over the opening swirling the little drops of precum and my saliva over the first inch or so.

As I did Max shoved several inches of quickly swelling dog meat in and out of my mouth as he started to involuntarily drop his pelvis and hump forward, I had to grab his hind legs and push back to keep from having it forced down my throat. Humping fast now his knot started to grow, I grabbed his cock in front of it to control the action of my mouth working on his fattened shaft, which grew to be about 5 inches past the knot, so soon I could take the entire thing in as I sucked and licked my tongue all around it. My mouth was filling with his thin musky jizz that was spurting in pulses, making me gulp and swallow my saliva and the warm watery liquid because it was drooling out of my mouth and soon my nose as well. My eyes watering as I gagged and choked it down until his cock, my face, and the hay beneath us was a soggy mess.

Max’s knot was huge, almost the size of a softball but hard as a rock, and as he stopped thrusting so much and pushed slowly forward, and back I grasped it and the hill behind to slide my slime covered hands all around it. I could feel it throbbing deep inside, but the surface remained hard to the touch, it was light pink to almost white on the underside, and besides being covered with red capillaries it also had a huge vein on either side, snaking its way over and around the knot.

The veins pulsed visibly as his dong throbbed between my bubbly lips, his squirts of juice now becoming larger and larger, making me choke with each blast from the tip, but I was NOT going to take my mouth off it even if it was now coming out of my nose and my working lips in streams. Finally I couldn’t breathe and I fell back as his beast dong separated from my face in a gush of foam, Max standing there in one place breathing fast with his butt hunched forward, looking at me with a smile (he was a very happy dog!) and his long tongue lolling from the side of his mouth.

I got back onto my knees and kneeled beside him to hold his cock and knot in my hands, it was throbbing and showing no indication of lessening, my hands and his member were still wet, so I stroked his shaft and held his steaming knot and masturbated him slowly. I had forgotten myself, so I took my right hand off his knot, wrapped it around my own stiff cock, and greased my boner up with the mix of our juices, and then I rose up and put our cocks together, tip to tip. Max giant squirts were very hot on my pubes and soon my cock and crotch coated with the nasty smelling liquid. I was stroking it all over me when I pushed my cock underneath him and rubbed our slippery cocks together, mine under his than mine under his. It felt so hot as I pushed my hand around us, frotting our spasming organs, human skin against dog skin. Being young, my cock was flowing juice out and onto us both, mixing with his with a slopping sound which grew faster as I approached my orgasm.

I shot load after load all over the two of us, soaking Max’s belly and sheath, as well as his cock as my hand, flew and splattered our cum over the both of us. I must have spurted 7-8 times, the first four loads so hard my asshole, taint, my balls hurt with electric pleasure squeezing them out, and semen hung from the tip of my cock in streamers. Again, I fell, this time under Max deliberately and as he stood there, both of us trembling, I licked and sucked his cock and knot clean of both of us, then I pulled him down to lie beside me.

Max licked both of us clean as his hardness diminished, and he was a very affectionate dog to me then and on afterward, and I petted and praised him as we laid there on that hot summer afternoon, both of us have enjoyed each other. Max became my ‘Blowjob Dog,’ he was surprisingly calm when he knew he was going to receive some head, but later on, once he had taken me getting fucked by him required supervision. I didn’t mind though, because I LOVED going down on him and he was eager from it ever time. I have had many experiences in sex, with men and women, and I consider myself Bisexual, but my Canine experiences have been most memorable, and this was my first. Nevertheless, it wasn’t my last!

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot has remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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