So I've never been very social and always a bit introverted and, yes, depressed. Anytime something goes "wrong" whether it's my fault or not I blame myself. Heavily. Even at a young age though I always had a special connection with the family dog. Everyone else thought feeding the dog was a "chore" but I'd happily go out to the pantry and give them their daily allotment, took obedience training in 4H, and just generally had a happy childhood. No they didn't hump me, or anything sexual, this isn't that kind of story.
Later on into my late teens I discovered masturbation, yes I'm talking about my first ever orgasm somewhere around junior-senior year, and I didn't even know what it was. Completely freaked me out. Sheltered? Maybe. But honestly I had no interest in sex. That was for later, right now my priorities were school and getting into college. But once I figured out what sex was and that the Internet had porn, I quickly became your average teen fapping to it every night. During one of these late night click fests I stumbled across a bestiality site and it just clicked into place somewhere in my head that my lifelong love for dogs could be taken to the next level and I could express that love to them physically in ways I'd never even imagined before. But at that point we didn't have dogs anymore, and I shortly moved out with my best friend into an apartment that didn't allow pets and short version it was years before I found a lady on the Internet that was single, into beast, and looking for a relationship.
We moved in together, got an oopsie pup from her parents and were all set for our "happily ever after." Turns out life doesn't work that way as she wasn't as into dog sex in reality as much as she was the idea of it, and I wasn't really into women as much as I thought I would be, and the relationship ended amicably enough after a few years. With nowhere else to go I ended up back in my parents basement at almost 30, but this time with two boys that we had picked up as an oopsie from letting her dog stay a weekend at her parents... So after a few months or so of beating myself up, I got back in the saddle so to speak and met a wonderful person and we just hit it off so well I didn't care that she was a girl, or had a kid, if anything was true love, this was it. But things happen and after a pregnancy scare turned miscarriage, our relationship just wasn't meant to be. And when she found the beast sites in my Internet history, we officially ended. I was distraught. I was devastated. I was suicidal. I had screwed up the best thing in my life, the only chance I had of having a Loving happy life together with someone that I adored and got along with so well. I was going to kill myself. But as I sat on my bed in the basement, my dog came over, sat in my lap and gently, lovingly, licked away all the tears. I gave him the biggest hug and buried my face in his neck and promised him that I would always put him and his brother first. They were always there for me, and I would always be there for them. And for their love and compassion which is something I have seen very rarely in the human race, I will always be a Zoo first and return that love and try to be worthy of in any way I can.
Later on into my late teens I discovered masturbation, yes I'm talking about my first ever orgasm somewhere around junior-senior year, and I didn't even know what it was. Completely freaked me out. Sheltered? Maybe. But honestly I had no interest in sex. That was for later, right now my priorities were school and getting into college. But once I figured out what sex was and that the Internet had porn, I quickly became your average teen fapping to it every night. During one of these late night click fests I stumbled across a bestiality site and it just clicked into place somewhere in my head that my lifelong love for dogs could be taken to the next level and I could express that love to them physically in ways I'd never even imagined before. But at that point we didn't have dogs anymore, and I shortly moved out with my best friend into an apartment that didn't allow pets and short version it was years before I found a lady on the Internet that was single, into beast, and looking for a relationship.
We moved in together, got an oopsie pup from her parents and were all set for our "happily ever after." Turns out life doesn't work that way as she wasn't as into dog sex in reality as much as she was the idea of it, and I wasn't really into women as much as I thought I would be, and the relationship ended amicably enough after a few years. With nowhere else to go I ended up back in my parents basement at almost 30, but this time with two boys that we had picked up as an oopsie from letting her dog stay a weekend at her parents... So after a few months or so of beating myself up, I got back in the saddle so to speak and met a wonderful person and we just hit it off so well I didn't care that she was a girl, or had a kid, if anything was true love, this was it. But things happen and after a pregnancy scare turned miscarriage, our relationship just wasn't meant to be. And when she found the beast sites in my Internet history, we officially ended. I was distraught. I was devastated. I was suicidal. I had screwed up the best thing in my life, the only chance I had of having a Loving happy life together with someone that I adored and got along with so well. I was going to kill myself. But as I sat on my bed in the basement, my dog came over, sat in my lap and gently, lovingly, licked away all the tears. I gave him the biggest hug and buried my face in his neck and promised him that I would always put him and his brother first. They were always there for me, and I would always be there for them. And for their love and compassion which is something I have seen very rarely in the human race, I will always be a Zoo first and return that love and try to be worthy of in any way I can.
