nightengalezeta
Tourist
Well, I've known for quite a long time that I'm probably into animals more than (if not instead of) humans, but the chance to experiment in real life has never presented itself until about a month or two ago.
A friend of mine invited me to a metal concert, which was incredibly fun, though it was my first time at a concert, period, so I'm sure I got a few funny looks because I didn't have the stereotypical metal outfit with the chains and ripped jeans and band t-shirts that are so common. But that's not what y'all are here to hear about, so I'll cut to the chase: said friend and their girlfriend have an intact six year old male shi tzu, who happened to be in the car when their girlfriend picked us up after the concert.
He hopped into the cluttered backseat with me almost the second I sat down, a move that I didn't think much of at first because hey. Dogs like attention in general, and I was hardly gonna assume right off the bat that this little guy was interested before getting to know him. The way said friend introduces him includes the line, "he adores whoever's giving him attention in the moment", after all. A few ear scratches and belly rubs later, though, something warm and wet poked against my hand. Rather insistently. So that and his fixation on gripping/biting at my hoodie sleeve definitely made it pretty clear that he wanted a certain something and wanted it pretty bad — who was I to deny him?
Even the little guys can have a strong grip, it turns out. Was kind of hard to get a decent grip around his unswelled knot for a couple minutes because he grabbed too hard and tried to jump the gun on the humping part of things, then turned away when I tried to adjust. We both figured it out in the end, though, and that night became the first time I had sexual contact with a dog. He humped until his sheath rolled back enough to let his knot swell, and I learned what it felt like to hold a dog's penis in my hand and let him jerk himself off. Though it was kind of a surprise how big he really got in the end. I'm hoping to get the chance to dogsit if they ever need it, I might see if the little guy's receptive to mounting me in missionary position so he can reach my crotch area and see how he feels inside me.
He certainly remembers who's willing to give him what he needs and who isn't, that's for sure. We met again today when I hung out with his owners to watch a movie. He couldn't stop trying to hump me the whole time, which I brushed off as casually as I could, using it as a learning experience to test whether he'd learned to associate humans in general with, ah, help or whether it was just me, and the answer seems to be just me.
Poor dude. When my friend gave me a ride to the party I was headed to later, I gave him the assisted masturbation chance he'd been so desperate for in the backseat again, since they were finally distracted enough not to notice. At least this time it seemed to go more smoothly — no fumbling around on either of our parts, just me pushing back his sheath with those gentle strokes he seems to like and letting him bury his knot in a nice, firm grip until he came and settled down for the first time that day. So score two for us, I guess. Maybe if we get some better alone time in a more secure location, I can try something a little more clothes-off. But still, it's an awesome feeling to know that I'm able to fulfill a need his owners don't even seem willing to let themselves acknowledge that he has. Feels a bit cruel to let him be so incredibly horny all the time and yet unable to do anything about it.
Thanks for listening to this short tell-all, I guess. Don't know what I'm hoping to accomplish, per se, just that I've been eager to share how things have unfolded so perfectly without any particular pushing on my part. If this isn't the right section for this, please let me know, by the way! I've just seen others sharing their zoo stories here and thought it might be a good place to get the excitement off my chest.
A friend of mine invited me to a metal concert, which was incredibly fun, though it was my first time at a concert, period, so I'm sure I got a few funny looks because I didn't have the stereotypical metal outfit with the chains and ripped jeans and band t-shirts that are so common. But that's not what y'all are here to hear about, so I'll cut to the chase: said friend and their girlfriend have an intact six year old male shi tzu, who happened to be in the car when their girlfriend picked us up after the concert.
He hopped into the cluttered backseat with me almost the second I sat down, a move that I didn't think much of at first because hey. Dogs like attention in general, and I was hardly gonna assume right off the bat that this little guy was interested before getting to know him. The way said friend introduces him includes the line, "he adores whoever's giving him attention in the moment", after all. A few ear scratches and belly rubs later, though, something warm and wet poked against my hand. Rather insistently. So that and his fixation on gripping/biting at my hoodie sleeve definitely made it pretty clear that he wanted a certain something and wanted it pretty bad — who was I to deny him?
Even the little guys can have a strong grip, it turns out. Was kind of hard to get a decent grip around his unswelled knot for a couple minutes because he grabbed too hard and tried to jump the gun on the humping part of things, then turned away when I tried to adjust. We both figured it out in the end, though, and that night became the first time I had sexual contact with a dog. He humped until his sheath rolled back enough to let his knot swell, and I learned what it felt like to hold a dog's penis in my hand and let him jerk himself off. Though it was kind of a surprise how big he really got in the end. I'm hoping to get the chance to dogsit if they ever need it, I might see if the little guy's receptive to mounting me in missionary position so he can reach my crotch area and see how he feels inside me.
He certainly remembers who's willing to give him what he needs and who isn't, that's for sure. We met again today when I hung out with his owners to watch a movie. He couldn't stop trying to hump me the whole time, which I brushed off as casually as I could, using it as a learning experience to test whether he'd learned to associate humans in general with, ah, help or whether it was just me, and the answer seems to be just me.
Poor dude. When my friend gave me a ride to the party I was headed to later, I gave him the assisted masturbation chance he'd been so desperate for in the backseat again, since they were finally distracted enough not to notice. At least this time it seemed to go more smoothly — no fumbling around on either of our parts, just me pushing back his sheath with those gentle strokes he seems to like and letting him bury his knot in a nice, firm grip until he came and settled down for the first time that day. So score two for us, I guess. Maybe if we get some better alone time in a more secure location, I can try something a little more clothes-off. But still, it's an awesome feeling to know that I'm able to fulfill a need his owners don't even seem willing to let themselves acknowledge that he has. Feels a bit cruel to let him be so incredibly horny all the time and yet unable to do anything about it.
Thanks for listening to this short tell-all, I guess. Don't know what I'm hoping to accomplish, per se, just that I've been eager to share how things have unfolded so perfectly without any particular pushing on my part. If this isn't the right section for this, please let me know, by the way! I've just seen others sharing their zoo stories here and thought it might be a good place to get the excitement off my chest.