The Unspeakable Lust (Gay Zoo)

By dogupme. Part One I cast a glance around the cluttered room, wondering where to start. “I don’t want anything for it.” the landlady said. “I just want shut of it all, so if there’s anything of use to you, you’re welcome to it.” From what I could see, the items of value would barely cover the cost of disposing of the trash, but there was a little workaround, and she was paying me a few quid for a morning’s

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Knot Expected (Gay Zoo)

By ozona81. The following account is factual and a little erotic but was primarily shared to help other people with a curious nature like my own. A few years back, I owned a large breed K9 used to protect the ranch. After a few years, I couldn’t resist my curiosity and found myself stimulating him manually on several occasions. Eventually, I would entice him to mount me, but he was not very aggressive and would lose interest quickly after a

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The Kennel Slut (Gay Zoo)

By P. M. My name is Pat, and I just turned 22. I lived on a small farm in Oregon for the first sixteen years with my parents. We had the usual assortment of animals about, a couple of milk cows, several barn cats, and a couple of dogs. Buck was a male shepherd mix, and Princess was a collie mix bitch. They were perhaps the best and closest friends I had since I had no brothers or sisters, and

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Gringo (Gay Zoo)

By Nathan. I’d just graduated from Herald high, a little hick high school in Plymouth, Indiana. I was glad to be done with all that shit now, and now I could go into the world and find my destiny. The school board was even happier to get rid of me. They told me I’d been the most disruptive student they ever had in the history of their school. They didn’t say that the only reason they didn’t kick my ass

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Forbidden Desires (Gay Zoo)

By deranged. As a young gay man in college, I always found it hard to find ways and means of fulfilling my sexual desires. The bathroom stalls were a hit, and so were the parks. Cruising areas were a big hit because no one cared about who you were, your name, or even how old you were. Let me be clear this is not a story about a minor being taken advantage of. I was fully aware of who I

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The Stand (Gay Zoo)

By Fullspectrum. I bought a German Sheppard two years ago. A friend had some puppies and offered to sell me one. I had always wanted a dog, never had one, and decided why not? He was a great pet. We would go for walks, and he would keep me company on nights when I didn’t have my kids staying over. Plus, my kids loved him. He listened well and never gave me a hard time. Maybe some unwanted face-licking, usually

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Police Bitch (Gay Zoo)

By Nathan Harvey. As I drove along the old road passed Michigan City, I was sorry now I had taken highway twenty instead of the toll road. It was the thrill of going to the Edgar Degas exhibit at the Art Institute in Chicago. I walked the halls of the Institute, remembering all those years I spent there in art school. Deciding to drive the old route back home like old times and perhaps even stop at that delightful little

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The Amateur Dog Catcher (Gay Zoo)

By cum_munkey69@yahoo.com Summer is great in Vermont for a dog lover like myself. This might not seem like something you would think about, but it has worked out quite well for me in picking up strays. When I say, ‘picking up strays,’ I don’t mean the: ‘Do you come here often and what is your sign’ kind of strays. It’s more like the: ‘Come here, boy, who’s your owner?’ It’s a scam that I came up with about ten years

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Rottweiler Time (Gay Zoo)

By IGOTTAGO8. So, it was about 1:00 in the afternoon, and it was a hot day with a steady breeze. I was out in the yard cleaning up some landscaping when I saw our neighbor’s dog running in the vacant lot next door. I was concerned as he was never out of the fenced yard area, and I knew that my neighbor and her daughters were at work. My yard backs up to a canal, and my neighbor has a

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Pig in a Poke (Gay Zoo)

By Beee. When I was eighteen, I was, like many inner-city, single-parent kids, a high school dropout, and in some trouble with the law. I owe a debt of gratitude for turning my life around to my parole officer at the time, Tom. Tom told me of a couple in his hometown in Northern Ontario who had a really tough time. He urged, coaxed, and persuaded me into taking a job as a hired man on their farm, with room

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