WolfBoy
Tourist
For years now, I’ve always wanted to be sexual with canines.
It started when I’d found out about an author-artist called Ebon Lupus, who was quite infamous and hated in the community for being publicly zoo. He had a really unique perspective and would share his stories online for others to read. They would bring me to tears and sometimes to orgasm as I explored the concept of being attracted to canines and being one.
Seeing the hate he got, I wasn’t open about my opinions at all.
I struggled with the morals and ethics of everything the entire time, and sometimes I’d go through phases of just hating myself for even thinking of anything sexual with the doggos.
It took a friend, who was so taken aback by it, explaining to me why it was seen as wrong in order for me to understand.
Over time, I’ve made friends in the community who have reminded me how it can be a different way to love our canine companions and communicate with them.
Of course, not everyone has had the same effect. Some have left me wishing I had kept to myself, mostly due to finding out they were abusive to their canine partners, leaving a bad impression and affecting my outlook on the community as a whole.
But there’s more good than bad out there, and it shows. Just spending a bit of time on here will get just about anyone to feel way less insecure about their attractions. I still wouldn’t be public about it, but it’s something that a relatively safe space exists for.
With all these things running through my mind, I had my doubts that I would ever initiate anything with a canine again.
I was desperate for more experiences, but not enough to put myself into a bad situation in the hopes of getting an experience out of it.
Between the trolls, and the people who just wanted to use my dog, and the others who were way too emotionally distant to have any sort of connection with, I was quickly running out of motivation or willpower to give myself the experience I wanted.
My dog isn’t the best humper. He’s… rough to say the least. And he’s not committed, he will jump off at the first sign of movement or if something spooks him from behind. He’s shy and doesn’t like his sheath or his nether regions touched. Which, I respect, because it keeps him safe from anyone wanting to take advantage of him. But it also makes playtime difficult.
Even when he’s fully aroused, he’ll run off if I just try to pet his head or any part of his body for that matter.
I’d almost given up on him.
Today, though, something very interesting happened. He started trying to get my attention by doing half howls that sound like groans around the house, which is usually a sign he needs to go out. But he’d gone out just 15 minutes before, and he wasn’t going to the door like he usually does.
Then I saw his food, and noticed it was half eaten, so he wasn’t hungry either. Saw his water dish, still full. What’s got you so noisy?
I look at him and I think: he could be horny… right? I decided to pull down my shorts and hopped on the bed and covered myself in a blanket and he instantly mounted the blanket with me in it. Something I kind of expected him to do since he sometimes tries to hump big lumps of blanket if they’re bigger than him.
Feeling his thrusts, I had a thought…
Why don’t I try taking him?
I’ve always wanted to, he’s so handsome and sweet, and he needs this release.
So I pulled my shorts to where they kind of exposed my butt, but not my hole.
I let him mount me, and he ground his sheath against my back, using my butt to rub his knot through the sheath.
As he thrusted, I could feel his balls slapping against me, and his hot breath against my ear. I couldn’t resist. I wanted him in me. All of him.
So I gave in.
I walked over to my toys and pulled something about his size out, and got to work loosening myself up and getting properly lubed up.
I was determined at this point to try and take him. It took me about an hour to get the toy in me and get myself loosened up. But once I’d taken the entire toy (about 6.5 inches) I decided it was time.
I wrapped a blanket around my torso so he wouldn’t scratch me, and I assumed the position. He instantly came over and mounted me, shoving the blanket with his snout so he could get his paws onto my sides. He quickly found his mark as I scrambled to grab his paws to prevent him from scratching me. I moaned out loud feeling him enter me. He shoved into me so fast, I barely had time to react. He was in me. I did it. He was breeding me. I gave up on grabbing his paws and just let him breed me. He thrusted for about a minute before he stopped and got off, hiding under the table to go lick himself.
I couldn’t believe it.
My best friend and canine companion was inside me, and breeding me, like I was his bitch, and it felt SO good.
It didn’t even hurt!
It felt WAY better than any human I’ve ever been with.
This happened a few hours ago.
I tried to get him to mount a few more times but he tired himself out and didn’t wanna try again. I tried different positions, on the floor, on the bed, and he wouldn’t mount. He’d just stand by my butt and stare into nothingness.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do now that I’ve had him in me.
Maybe I’ll start playing with my toys more often to keep myself ready for him.
I have no regrets except that he pulled off.
I wish I’d taken video or pictures, but I’m also kind of glad I didn’t because I’d have been too distracted by the camera.
I love him.
I’m glad he finally claimed me as his.
I’m still in a daze about it.
Thoughts? Questions?
He’s a 2.5 year old unaltered husky.
It started when I’d found out about an author-artist called Ebon Lupus, who was quite infamous and hated in the community for being publicly zoo. He had a really unique perspective and would share his stories online for others to read. They would bring me to tears and sometimes to orgasm as I explored the concept of being attracted to canines and being one.
Seeing the hate he got, I wasn’t open about my opinions at all.
I struggled with the morals and ethics of everything the entire time, and sometimes I’d go through phases of just hating myself for even thinking of anything sexual with the doggos.
It took a friend, who was so taken aback by it, explaining to me why it was seen as wrong in order for me to understand.
Over time, I’ve made friends in the community who have reminded me how it can be a different way to love our canine companions and communicate with them.
Of course, not everyone has had the same effect. Some have left me wishing I had kept to myself, mostly due to finding out they were abusive to their canine partners, leaving a bad impression and affecting my outlook on the community as a whole.
But there’s more good than bad out there, and it shows. Just spending a bit of time on here will get just about anyone to feel way less insecure about their attractions. I still wouldn’t be public about it, but it’s something that a relatively safe space exists for.
With all these things running through my mind, I had my doubts that I would ever initiate anything with a canine again.
I was desperate for more experiences, but not enough to put myself into a bad situation in the hopes of getting an experience out of it.
Between the trolls, and the people who just wanted to use my dog, and the others who were way too emotionally distant to have any sort of connection with, I was quickly running out of motivation or willpower to give myself the experience I wanted.
My dog isn’t the best humper. He’s… rough to say the least. And he’s not committed, he will jump off at the first sign of movement or if something spooks him from behind. He’s shy and doesn’t like his sheath or his nether regions touched. Which, I respect, because it keeps him safe from anyone wanting to take advantage of him. But it also makes playtime difficult.
Even when he’s fully aroused, he’ll run off if I just try to pet his head or any part of his body for that matter.
I’d almost given up on him.
Today, though, something very interesting happened. He started trying to get my attention by doing half howls that sound like groans around the house, which is usually a sign he needs to go out. But he’d gone out just 15 minutes before, and he wasn’t going to the door like he usually does.
Then I saw his food, and noticed it was half eaten, so he wasn’t hungry either. Saw his water dish, still full. What’s got you so noisy?
I look at him and I think: he could be horny… right? I decided to pull down my shorts and hopped on the bed and covered myself in a blanket and he instantly mounted the blanket with me in it. Something I kind of expected him to do since he sometimes tries to hump big lumps of blanket if they’re bigger than him.
Feeling his thrusts, I had a thought…
Why don’t I try taking him?
I’ve always wanted to, he’s so handsome and sweet, and he needs this release.
So I pulled my shorts to where they kind of exposed my butt, but not my hole.
I let him mount me, and he ground his sheath against my back, using my butt to rub his knot through the sheath.
As he thrusted, I could feel his balls slapping against me, and his hot breath against my ear. I couldn’t resist. I wanted him in me. All of him.
So I gave in.
I walked over to my toys and pulled something about his size out, and got to work loosening myself up and getting properly lubed up.
I was determined at this point to try and take him. It took me about an hour to get the toy in me and get myself loosened up. But once I’d taken the entire toy (about 6.5 inches) I decided it was time.
I wrapped a blanket around my torso so he wouldn’t scratch me, and I assumed the position. He instantly came over and mounted me, shoving the blanket with his snout so he could get his paws onto my sides. He quickly found his mark as I scrambled to grab his paws to prevent him from scratching me. I moaned out loud feeling him enter me. He shoved into me so fast, I barely had time to react. He was in me. I did it. He was breeding me. I gave up on grabbing his paws and just let him breed me. He thrusted for about a minute before he stopped and got off, hiding under the table to go lick himself.
I couldn’t believe it.
My best friend and canine companion was inside me, and breeding me, like I was his bitch, and it felt SO good.
It didn’t even hurt!
It felt WAY better than any human I’ve ever been with.
This happened a few hours ago.
I tried to get him to mount a few more times but he tired himself out and didn’t wanna try again. I tried different positions, on the floor, on the bed, and he wouldn’t mount. He’d just stand by my butt and stare into nothingness.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do now that I’ve had him in me.
Maybe I’ll start playing with my toys more often to keep myself ready for him.
I have no regrets except that he pulled off.
I wish I’d taken video or pictures, but I’m also kind of glad I didn’t because I’d have been too distracted by the camera.
I love him.
I’m glad he finally claimed me as his.
I’m still in a daze about it.
Thoughts? Questions?
He’s a 2.5 year old unaltered husky.
