Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok
|Introduction: I just needed something, not my wife, not a woman to make me feel sexual....|
ANY ANIMAL WILL DO
I went to sleep at 23.00; 2 hours later – which was actually a long time for me: I drank a lot of beer and generally one and a half hours was my normal time between needing to empty my bladder, so 2 hours was Bliss; but I couldn’t go back to sleep then – my head was filled with getting a fuck and it is quite hard to sleep through such thoughts!
My wife and I had slept apart since she confessed her infidelity some 4 years ago, and she had a boyfriend or girlfriend or several…I didn’t know for sure: but I knew.
Didn’t really bother me; I slept downstairs, she upstairs in a real bedroom, real bed, air conditioning – I was content with a mattress on the floor, sofa cushions for my legs and feet and a fan. Tonight, I knew she was home and asleep upstairs – her work shoes outside, her handbag on the table; they told me that.
My cock didn’t work so well these days – certainly my wife didn’t excite it; women in general didn’t arouse me; some specific women I admired as beautiful or sexy or having that ‘something’, but I thought more about, much more about: anything which could make me a bottom to their top: a man fucking me was an idea, but I was too shy to go and actually find one, so I waited for someone to – well, probably, take me and rape me and then I would know.
But, in my suburban village, houses in each soi (small side street) all attached, except for an odd narrow laneway between 2 sois, there were hardly any animals except dogs and cats – and it was dogs, rather naturally, which my cock, but more particularly my arse, had been concentrating thoughts and dreams and imaginary settings on recently, and more often.
Tonight, at 01.00, I logged on to my computer and searched for a site which might help me; I found ‘zoophilia’ and it opened a new world for me; I navigated around, set myself up as a user, activated my login and browsed, saved to my desktop 4 or 5 stories which started interesting me.
But my cock was telling me this wasn’t enough right now, so I saved the website into my Favourites and shut down.
Then I opened the screen front door and went out to our courtyard – just as I slept: naked.
I squatted at the front grilled gate, unlocked and pushed it out a little; but then I needed to urinate, so I had another idea, and I pissed on the gate post and let it run down the sloping outside pavement; I hoped some animal would smell and come seeking the source.
I heard and saw a cat across the street, licking its paw; but I doubted a cat’s cock would satisfy the lust I felt – virgin arse-hole as I was: I knew I wanted filling.
So, I waited; frustratingly, an hour passed. I thought of going into the street, and pissing on my own car’s wheel out towards the middle of the soi, hoping to attract something that way - anything would do! But I just pissed again on the gate post and waited a while longer…
But no animal came and, sleepy tired as I was, I went inside disconsolately and lay down on my bed, and I did in fact sleep for another one and a half hours: now 04.30 and I woke with a dream/an idea.
I went to my fridge, took 2 slices of ham I bought for my sandwiches, and went back outside, this time sending my urine to the street outside my gate; I squatted and waited.
I hoped some dogs would wake early and be allowed to roam the streets perhaps; and if they smelled my piss, came close enough for that to smell the ham, maybe – just maybe – I could entice them with my very willing and available man-cunt….
“Oh heavens” I almost cried out in delight when I saw a dog coming from further down my soi, seeming to sniff the air. The dog stopped sniffing closer to my urine, and lifted a leg, but I saw no sheath of a cock, and I didn’t want a female for my cock – well, not yet; maybe I would enjoy sucking her cunt but it wasn’t first on my list, and I was left sad again.
She finished adding to my wet patch in the soi and trotted away.
A few minutes later a brute of a dog came along; big and black I could tell, but what breed I didn’t know; I just knew he had to be male and he seemed imperious, so he would order me to let him fuck me – just as I wanted.
He didn’t cock his leg in the street; he came sniffing to my gate post, walking past me, brushing against my body even, to reach the post.
He sniffed there some more – and then he just stood there and waited.
I looked under his hind legs: oh yes, he was a male for sure!
An idea came to me; I stooped over to the gate and pissed on the post, claiming it as mine, my pissing spot.
He didn’t hesitate; when I seemed to him to have finished, and had squatted down again – close to him now – he lifted his hind leg, closest to me, and began squirting the post: establishing his own rights to it. But he didn’t spray it all there – he turned his body and let the rest of his piss cascade over me, from face to toes it ran until he lowered his leg and came to my face.
His mouth was lolling open and I couldn’t help myself: I kissed him with my lips and my tongue ran around his mouth and into his mouth, and over and under his enormous tongue.
I hadn’t tongue kissed any person in so long that he was now the recipient of my pent-up longing for sexual contact; he shoved my face away and walked around me, poking his nose at my cock –hardened now, but I wasn’t interested in that, and when he put his mouth to it, to my balls and pushed under to my arse, I soothed him, moved myself back inside the gate and got on the straw mat I had waiting, on my hands and knees, facing him.
His little show of romantic kissing with his mouth and sniffing of me disappeared as he spied the cunt hole I was opening to his eyes and his body, so he just came up behind me and raped me!
He jumped on my back in one leap, his weight forcing me down somewhat, and whether by luck or experience, his cock just hit the hole and went straight into me, through me it seemed, and I had to reach one hand up to stifle the scream which built in my throat, at this first, not very romantic, not very pleasant, fucking by an animal.
He was brutal; I learned to love it soon enough, as I put my feelings into truly feeling him inside me: his length was far more than my cock ever reached, his pace and stamina also far more, his amount of pre-cum (as I assumed) dribbled out of me, but then I learned what a potent dog has to offer to beget a female, or me, pregnant.
He began ejaculating, his cock stretching inside me so far, so any puppies would have been conceived somewhere up along my intestines; and then, as I had expected, as I dreamed of and wanted, he thrust his knot at my arse and rammed it in, oblivious of the pain he was causing!
It was excruciatingly beautiful and I pushed back as he finally buried it inside and continued pumping his puppy-making sperm, now locked within my arse – he didn’t know, didn’t seem to care this wasn’t a bitch’s cunt he was filling, but a bitch I was to him, and happily so.
Finally, I felt his squirts easing and I was so full of him – in all aspects – I collapsed down to the mat as much as I could: until he turned his hips over my buttocks and began trying to wrench free, before his knot had shrunk enough.
Now, what I had read on dog-sex stories became true: he dragged me with him, backwards for me, forwards for him; but I stretched my hand back and began soothing his fur, and cooing to him and perhaps he understood as he stood still for 2-3 minutes and his knot and cock both shrank to the point he could ease away.
I just fell down on the mat, but I felt him now – romantically and beautifully – licking at his own cum drooling out of my arse, and I reached again to rub my hand along his head and mouth and ears and body, as far as I could reach.
He seemed to enjoy that and I whispered to him “We need to rest and sleep; I don’t know where you live, but, if you can, come back at 0730, after my wife has gone to work, and we can do this again – if you liked it this time, my beautiful dog.”
He licked a long slurp, didn’t seem to worry about licking his own cock clean as all the stories say, and he looked me in the eyes before padding out the gate and up the soi.
I couldn’t stay where I was, so I put the mat away (need to wash tomorrow a thought came), pulled the gate to, went inside and collapsed face down on my mattress.
(I have never written an animal sex story before, if this one pleases readers….)
ANY ANIMAL WILL DO – Chapter 2
I have no idea if my first dog: the big, black brutal dog with little romance about him, but a perfect fucker of my virgin arse, and, to be fair, Romantic in his own way, understood me telling him what time to come back to my house so he could fuck me again.
But he was sitting outside my courtyard gate when I finally looked, having been stirred at my wife’s noisy departure for her work; that woke me enough that a minute later I got up, put my cushions back on the sofa and my sofa-chair, stripped the white sheet from my mattress-bed to wash and put the mattress itself out to get some sun as it rose in the sky through the morning.
That was when I found him there, but he wasn’t alone; 2 brown, long-haired dogs – who I would have said were twins had they been human boys/men – were sitting with him, and they were all embarrassingly (to me) holding a rear leg up and cleaning/sucking/licking/masturbating their own cocks.
I put the mattress on the clothes horse and opened the gate; they all trooped in without further invitation and sat themselves on the floor in the lounge area.
For some perverse reason, I wanted to shower and make myself fresh for them: just like a bitch woman meeting her lover(s) I guess, so I went to my bathroom off the kitchen, after getting a large bowl of water and motioning to ‘Black’ to show him what it was and where I was placing it on the kitchen floor.
I cleaned my teeth, took my shorts off and stepped under the shower water, a little cool this time of the day – my wife’s better-appointed bathroom upstairs had hot water, but I had only cold in my basic, downstairs one.
I washed my hair, my body thoroughly – thrusting a finger up my arse as far as I could to clean it as well as I could – put conditioner through my hair, and finished after rinsing. One of the brown dogs came for a drink as I wiped my eyes clear of the shampoo and was still sitting at my doorway when I wiped my eyes after the conditioner and reached for my towel.
He looked steadily at me and his long tongue lolled outside his mouth as he panted; but he just continued to stare at me as I dried my body, pulled a brush through my long hair and dried my feet on the bath mat outside the door so as not to fall over on the slippery tiles.
Assuming I knew what was coming, I didn’t bother putting my shorts back on; I went to the front screen door and closed it, having decided I would invite my new friends upstairs.
I called to ‘Black’ to follow me and all 3 came up the stairs behind my naked body; the master bedroom I used for my clothes in the wardrobe, but otherwise was only used when one or other of my sons came from Australia to visit; my wife slept in the other bedroom, me downstairs as I said.
The queen-size bed seemed to appeal to the dogs and they all jumped on it, side by side, waiting for me; not sure in which position they might want me, I just crawled in between them and rubbed my hands through 3 sets of fur, scratched 3 sets of ears, and rubbed along 3 bellies to 3 sheaths of cock; 3 dogs whined, so I guessed I was doing ok.
Black seemed something of the Boss, but when one of the others whined louder and grew agitated, nuzzling at my groin and balls and trying under for my arse, he seemed accepting this dog could go first, and he lifted one paw to my shoulder and motioned me to roll on to my hands and knees.
The 2 I thought were twins were certainly a double act: the one who got first go at fucking me quickly jumped up and held me with his paws – his nails were clipped and didn’t hurt me, and I wondered if their owner had trained them to do this – while his twin moved up to my head, turned his arse to me and lifted his tail to show the ball sac he had down there – impressive – and the cock sheath beyond; this meant I really had to support myself on one hand/arm so I could use the other for stimulation on the balls and, quite fascinatingly, maybe give a hand job for the first time to this dog, or even fuck his arse with my tongue!
It made no difference when my arse was thrust into by the brown dog’s cock behind: I fell down to the bed at the suddenness of it and didn’t need my arms to support me up – just my arse in the air for the cock to now pound.
Dog cocks were so beautiful, so long and so exciting – it meant the tremendous pain they could cause was well washed away by the feelings of being stuffed full of something which had only one thought at a time like this: speed fucking.
The thought which came to my mind was: why would I need a man when I can find a dog?
My cock was hard and throbbing – no, it didn’t need any comfort, it was just a bodily reaction to the sexual excitement happening, but then I felt a mouth, could only have been Black’s lying beside me and pushing under my groin to get at my cock; I raised myself to assist and he began to suck me, as gently as a mouth full of sharp canine teeth can, especially when the cock is being shoved around by a cock inside my man-cunt.
Actually, this was helpful to us all: the cock in me pushed forward, but now I braced myself and felt it hit inside me even harder, even more delectably; this slowed my pelvic movements somewhat for Black to keep my cock in his mouth and he was oh so sweet about sucking me and licking me with that great tongue of his; and I had, now, put my mouth to the twin in front and was able to use the shove from behind to poke inside his arse with my tongue: it was an orgy, a willing one by the 4 participants, on my big bed, in my house: how glorious could life get!
But it wasn’t all fun; my brown dog, fucking rapidly, began to release his cum and, with it a knot much larger than I remembered Blackie’s being, began shoving at my comparatively small rosebud.
But he wasn’t going to stop until it was in and sealing me off from the outside world for his seed to impregnate me, and the pain – it hurt so much being stretched far beyond what a man’s cock could do - and the thrill of it all combined, so I was ecstatic and I felt wonderfully, beautifully free, and I wanted him to start his puppies growing in me, and I thought: if that were even remotely possible, a litter of what might emerge from my body?
A ridiculous notion, but with him now pumping and fucking and knotted with me, what rational thoughts could I possibly have!
My tongue and mouth and hands were one, as Black seemed content to just lie at my side and lick my dick, while I owed the other twin with his arse and balls and cock in front of me a treat of some kind’
Revelling in the continued feeling of being filled with dog sperm at one end, I took hold now with 2 hands on the cock sheath and rubbed it outwards, away from me; the wet tip and then shaft of his cock slid through my hands and I redoubled my tongue’s efforts in his own dog-cunt.
Knowing the cock inside me was long was one thing – holding a lengthening dog cock in my hands was entirely something different: it kept growing until my 2 hands, one behind the other, couldn’t compete with its length; it must have been close to 25cms when it seemed to have reached its peak and his haunches began bunching as I continued massaging it and sticking my tongue in his cunt as well as I could.
Then he began fucking through my hands; I didn’t need to move them: he did all the work.
Then he began to blow huge jets of dog sperm – wasted, onto my bed!
I pulled my knotted twin with me, Black let me go and I crawled down and under, slithered until I could get the rest of this glorious seed-producing cock into my mouth, and I let it blow in there for another minute or 5, who cared, and I massaged now the knot which formed but which had nowhere to go – couldn’t possibly get into my mouth, so I used my hands to cup it and hope it felt like a dog cunt he was tied to.
A while later, after we had all collapsed to rest – well, the twins and I need a rest; Black hadn’t done much, but he seemed satisfied to lick all of us clean - and what a nice feeling that was for me as well, there was some form of ‘signal’ and the 3 dogs all moved together, down off the bed and down the stairs.
I wasn’t as confident as their rapid pace, so I followed In the careful way I always went down these stairs and found them standing patiently at the door for me to open it; once that was done, they pushed out, pushed the gate open and took off up the street.
I was alone, standing in my front doorway, naked, fucked, and tired – but surprisingly: still feeling extra horny.
2 small dogs I knew from a house down my own soi came yapping past: a show of bravado as Black and his 2 friends ran up the soi, as I knew them to be skittish and fearful of everyone and everything.
They must have smelled the sex lingering in the air because they paused outside my gate, looked in at me, still too stupid to get inside and put on some shorts; now I left the doorway, the door open as normal and went to lay down on my mattress for a rest.
As I was on all fours, fixing the pillow and grabbing the sofa cushions, I felt 2 small muzzles sniffing and sucking at my arse, licking at the cum juice there; they were arguing it seemed as to who got my arse to themselves, and one tried to mount me but they were both too short to fuck me on my hands and knees.
To avoid a fight, I turned on my back, placed one of the sofa cushions under my buttocks, raising myself to what I thought might be a suitable height for a small dog with a small prick, I assumed.
But they both still wanted the same spot at the same time, so I rubbed my hands in their fur and cooed to them, tickled their ears and felt under both bellies to their cock-sheaths: both tips were out, small as I had surmised, so i nudged them both up towards my arse’s rosebud and put my hands to the sides to pull it apart.
They both attacked it at the same time, and I had 2 small cocks inside me at the same time – how depraved can I get, I wondered.
It soon turned out my supposition as to their size was totally wrong, and I would never again underestimate a dog’s cock size from the size of the dog itself!
They both forced their pricks into me, and both began humping; growing, lengthening, widening and humping, much, much faster than either Black or the brown twin had done last night and a little while before; these 2 made up in speed what their size belied.
My arse was stretched wide, more than the other dogs had, and 2 cocks hit my insides in every conceivable place of my cunt, and I ejaculated from my own cock onto both dogs propped above me; both dived to lap up my juice and lick my cock – I was so popular: 2 dogs in my cunt and they were fighting over who got my semen!
They weren’t as long as my first 2 fuckers, but they, together, gave me an incredible fucking; but I did have to hold them off when 2 knots tried to fit inside me together, but they still humped and fucked and let themselves drown my insides with their puppy love-making cum, and that filled me with the most intense pleasure of all: that I was a bitch to them, as to the others and they did what they do to all bitches: fuck them silly and bury their dog-sperm inside their cunts.
When they were spent, they pulled out – twins in their actions, if not in their breeds or looks – and cleaned themselves; the white one, perhaps to to show his friend one-upmanship, came to my mouth and licked me all around my face; I gently reached for his head and pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him. When he opened his mouth, I stuck my tongue in there and licked all around; it was so horny, smooth, smelly, juicy, slimy and erotic: and forbidden by the norms of my society – but he and I both seemed to enjoy it.
I wondered if I should wash my cum from their fur and faces, but thought, evilly, I would leave it for their owner to notice and wonder how it came there, from whom and when.
They left, trotting out the door on their short legs, their lovely cocks hiding the wonders of them back in their little sheaths, and I again just lay there to sleep.
(End of Chapter 2; this is fun for me to write – wish it could be a True story for me to experience....)
ANY ANIMAL WILL DO – Chapter 3
I only had a short nap; it wasn’t sleep-tired I felt, after all it was only a few hours since I woke from my night’s sleep; not even was it fucked-out tired, though that would be understandable as 4 dogs had now been my first 4 fuckers in just one night and morning.
No, it was a tiredness of fulfillment, of fullness, of having partaken of of the most delicious meal imaginable and now sitting back, bloated with the pleasure of it: that’s what it was: I was sated – for this moment at least.
I rose and showered, washed my hair yet again, soaped my body and heard a low growl; didn’t I lock the front door, I wondered, as I wiped the water from my face and looked in my open bathroom doorway: it was the twin I had jerked off, I was sure, not the one who had fucked me; how incredible he had come back, alone it seemed, and he now entered the bathroom, ignoring the spray of the shower, but I reached behind me and at least turned it down.
He didn’t sniff me, suck me, move to my arse, not even force me down to the ground, which I would willingly have done for him; no, he came close and jumped his forepaws up on to my chest, on to my shoulders and hopped his rear to me, and now I felt his cock out, and his mouth was licking and nibbling at my nipples and my chest; oh my, I felt faint and had to sink to my knees.
He adjusted himself then and sat his haunches on my bent knees, his cock battling against my own erect one, his front paws now over my shoulders, hugging me in an embrace of lovers – and I hugged him back and took some of his weight into my arms and felt it right to do as I had a short while earlier with the little white dog: I kissed his mouth.
Our 2 cocks were jostling below, his now so much longer than mine, but perhaps mine slightly fatter at this stage; it was so – what was it: bestial and primeval in our nakedness and uncaring time there in our own private world.
I wanted him to fuck me, but I sensed strongly that is not what he came for, not what he wanted; he wanted a lover’s arms around him, he wanted to make love, not have the sex dogs usually have, or humans usually have.
He opened his mouth to me and my tongue went in, sliding along his own; of course, mine was so small by comparison but I did what I could to fuck his mouth with it, until he seemed to copy me and his tongue stretched my mouth, fucked my mouth remorselessly for long minutes as the tension built in both our bodies.
Seated as he was his balls were in the crease of my bent legs on the floor; I felt them swelling and I spread my legs a little wider to give them room, noting his cock was also growing, throbbing against mine, against my body which it was hitting repeatedly as it jumped around, and clearly we were approaching his time for release as his paws tightened, dug into my back over my shoulders and his mouth began drooling into mine, so much I had to start swallowing to avoid being drowned by it all.
When his haunches clenched in my lap, he rose again to stand on his own 2 back legs, took his mouth from mine and his cock reared up, so long now he hit my own ball sack as his began sending his dog semen and sperm the long distance to the tip of his wonderfully full prick and he began spasms which jetted his ejaculate far, far more in one spurt than mine did in a whole fuck!
His cum burst upwards to my chest, under my chin, and I wanted it to eat; leaving his paws on my shoulders for support, I un-embraced him and held my hands to catch, to scoop, his next offerings up to my mouth and stuff it in so I could get more; as he slowed a little, his knot below was pressing against the calves of my legs and I locked it in there, trying to give him the feeling of locking his cum inside me somehow, and indeed it was now making its way down my stomach – inside and outside my body, until I could scoop up all that remained outside and eat the offering of him also.
It was a better meal than any sandwich lunch I might have made for myself.
He was spent and needed to drop down to all fours; I helped him and he lay on the wet floor as I sat down with him also and pulled the shower nozzle down from the wall.
I used the water to gently, gingerly wash his balls and his cock for him; he seemed genuinely appreciative and his mouth moved up to mine and he kissed me, surely it was his form of kiss, sweet and gentle and I kissed him all over his nose and face and eyes and head as I washed him.
He stood a minute later and as he sprayed me with water from his shaking body, I rinsed myself one last time, turned off the shower and took my towel down from the rack. As a sign of my devotion, I rubbed and dried him a little first, then my own body, as he didn’t seem to want more; instead he seemed in a need to go, so I wiped my feet dry and went out of my bathroom with him to the door.
He stopped and looked up at me as I opened it - no, I hadn’t locked it, he had just pushed it open from outside – and we smiled at each other. He loped out through the gate, turned up the soi and disappeared; I wondered what his human owners would make of him coming home wet from a wash!
That night, after my wife had showered and gone to sleep, I squatted outside, inside my gate; it was relatively early, so I had to be slightly careful as people came and went: it wasn’t people I wanted looking at my nakedness, it was any of my friends or any new friends I might make in the animal world.
A cat meowed across the road, and my prick pricked up – but what could I do with a cat, I wondered?
I didn’t have to wonder for long as the cat made its way over, slinking under my car, through the wide-enough bars of my gate and coming to purr against my legs, tail up, back and forth, side to side against my skin, head turned towards my squatting groin and hanging, bobbing actually, half-erect cock.
Well, if eroticism is what I wanted: this was an example, but I was wary of a cat’s claws, teeth and raspy tongue – my cock might be shredded in seconds if I upset her/him: how to tell the difference?
I stroked the cat’s fur gently; it purred in its throat and lifted its head when I stroked the ears, under the chin, down between the front legs and along the midriff and belly – to the underside at the rear.
Not being a vet, never having even inspected a cat’s sexual organs in my memory, still I assumed a male would have some sort of dog-like cock-sheath, albeit much, much smaller: if this cat was a male.
I found such an item and very, extremely, tenderly slid my fingers along it; the cat purred and stood still while I so lightly rubbed back and forth on it, even venturing to go further back and up to the curve of his arse-hole, gently, so gently, rubbing there and back to the cock hiding spot: a tip was poking out, tiny size, but a penis nonetheless.
I had an idea and I lay down on my back, gently lifting the cat up to my chest; in line with my fetish of 2 days, I kissed his mouth and he licked my face, arousing me irrationally and rousing my cock below to greater heights as well.
I was lying there naked in my courtyard, just inside my slightly open gate, in shadowed darkness, but not darkness, from the streetlamp above the tree above my car.
I picked the cat from my chest and brought him up to my head, letting his front paws settle to the ground beside my head, his belly on my forehead, his little penis at my mouth level; I poked my tongue out and licked his sheath, licked that tip of penis.
He didn’t move, but he purred and, since it sounded contented, I licked again and I was rewarded to feel a slight surge in his sheath and a further protrusion of his cock as my tongue reached that on its next delicious swipe.
He tucked his head down and licked at my hair and head and forehead, raspy it was, but there was no pain or discomfort and he kept his teeth away, and my tongue licked him with a similar speed and laving motion; his haunches bunched a little and his cock came out, perhaps 3-4cms.
Now I needed it in my mouth and I gently, slowly, put my lips around it, around his whole sheath in fact, and very lightly began to suck; he purred, way down deep in his throat and his hips began to rock into my mouth, then faster and faster as I sucked now only on his little, beautiful, wonderful, glorious, pussy cock.
He wasn’t as fast as a dog actually (well, in my limited experience) but somehow that made it a degree more romantic, more like making love than raw sex, and my eyes smiled as my mouth continued, and the cat continued.
I had no idea how long cats took to fuck, if they had a knot, do they turn violent….but those questions were of no import as, for now, he just pumped into my sucking mouth – and a sucking mouth came down on my own cock!
“If you are sucking off my cat, it is only fair I suck you off too” and that was all the man said as he swallowed my cock and went to work; I didn’t complain, his mouth felt wonderful, and I was so horny it could have been anything swallowing my cock just then and I would have been still happy with ‘my’ cat’s cock in my mouth.
The cat began to pump more urgently and I guess this was the build up to ejaculation, so I sucked a little harder, mindful of claws and teeth still, and then let my tongue lie there to receive his offering when he began spurting his cum; it was a surprisingly long number of squirts I felt on my tongue, and amount of it, but it flowed smoothly down my throat as I swallowed.
Now I was extremely gentle as I ‘washed’ his penis as it began to shrink, and he began to relax and move his stiffened body and legs; it seemed a cat’s natural disinterest in things was returning and he wanted to be off roaming; I didn’t stop him.
Only then did I remember; did I even feel, the mouth around my still-hard cock, but I wasn’t going to cum: I knew that, so I ruffled lightly the hair on the head of the man as the cat stepped off, shook his body and fur in a shiver, and left, brushing past the man, his owner/master – lover? - As he went past.
The man’s head came up with a slurp; “I guess you were more interested in my cat’s satisfaction than your own, Khun Steve; that’s thoughtful of you, but I am sorry if I wasn’t exciting enough for you, but your cock is beautiful, let me tell you.” I grew red-faced, I knew, as he smiled at me.
“No, no, please don’t think that; your mouth felt beautiful – I was just concentrating and feeling everything elsewhere….and, to be honest, my cock isn’t as important so much as….”
“Your arse perhaps -Well, if you are going to lie out here every night naked, perhaps I can come back again, with or without my cat, and see if I can get your mind to other things….”
“See you tomorrow….?” He chuckled and stood: the man from the house opposite, now I knew.
No other dogs or cats came past as I smoked a final cigarette, so I went inside, cleaned my teeth, urinated and washed my prick, and went to sleep, satisfied yet again with another new experience.
What might tomorrow bring?
ANY ANIMAL WILL DO – Chapter 4
In fact, the morning brought a trip upcountry; a friend from my Village phoned me early and asked if I wanted a drive; he knew I loved the countryside, but rarely got there from this Metropolis of Bangkok. He had a half-day’s survey work to do; he would pay me the car allowance his contractor gave him, plus cost of food etc, so it was just an enjoyable drive and day out for me.
We left about 09.00, should be a 2 hour drive, 4 hours for his work, lunch or food at some time, should be heading back late afternoon: all fine with me.
My friend soon went to sleep, telling me to wake him when we got to the outskirts of the city we were going to and he would direct me. That was fine, I enjoy just driving, my CD’s playing softly (though my heavy rock is much better played loud of course) and I had my beers for the trip; I only stopped once, for a roadside piss and a cigarette, but he slept on regardless; must be tired.
At the sign which said 5kms, I woke him; he drank some water from a bottle he had brought, shook himself and said “The neighbor opposite you, you know him?”
I flushed at my most recent memory of him: mouth on my cock last night, while I had been more interested in his cat’s cock; “Not well, actually, just to smile and nod ‘hello’, but he seems nice.”
“He is my good friend and was going to bring me today; but he phoned me this morning and suggested you might like the drive. We have a mutual friend lives up here; he is expecting you, and I promise you will be comfortable there while I go and do my work.”
I was a little perplexed “Are you sure; I thought I would just wander around, eat, drink some beer, have a sleep in the car somewhere under a tree and enjoy being out of the city.”
“Our friend lives on a big parcel of land; he has, ah, a few animals, fresh air, trees – the countryside you like, right?”
At the mention of ‘animals’ my prick pricked up, but I said “It would be nice to be in the open air, no traffic or people every second….can you give me directions after I take you to your work?”
“No need; I will take you to his place and he will drive me to work, as he and I are doing this job together today, so, if you are ok, he is happy to let you stay in his home until we finish the job and come back, ok?”
I nodded “Tell me where to go. A few minutes later he directed me to turn left, straight along a narrow road and then right to a property, the house some hundred metres from the road, up a simple driveway.
He must be a good friend of yours if he is willing to let me just stay there while he is out – what did you tell him?”
“I vouched for you as my friend, and told him you are like us….”
I glanced across at him – what does that mean, I wondered?
He chuckled; “don’t worry, Steve; he and I have been fucking for a long time; he trusts me, I trust you, so he trusts you.”
This was a man I had drunk beer with almost every afternoon for maybe 5 years – and I didn’t know he was gay or bi? Gosh!
I was indignant: “You let me wait all these years I knew you, but didn’t know you? Wasting my time with a wife when I could have been probably much happier knowing a little more about you and your friends? Including my neighbor whose mouth could have been around my cock years ago?”
“You had to start a new life, a new direction on your own, Steve; it seems now you have, so now you are welcome in my ‘real’ life also. Calm down, all things will be better now.”
“Park over in the barn; your car will be in the shade there.”
We were here; a man and a large Labrador came out to greet us from the house; the dog had a red cock hanging down as he ran to the car, to my door, waiting for me, the man a distinct erection in his shorts; I forgave my friend 2 moments later, when a goat came trotting from the corner of the barn.
“Hi Khun Steve, I am happy to meet you, happy you are here”; he went around to the other side of the car and the 2 men kissed, long and passionately; the dog stayed at my side, licking my hand as it hung down at my side; the goat came over, sniffed at the dog, which ran away with a yelp and the goat put his muzzle into my crotch, horns out of the way thankfully – I almost swooned, as I had seen his ball sack swinging as he came running up: as big as a hanging set of tennis balls encased in a bag, perhaps bigger.
10 minutes later, the 2 men left; I had been shown the fridge, stocked with beer, food prepared – for both me and the animals – a room I could use if I needed a sleep, bathroom similarly, fresh towels, and told I had the freedom of the house and beyond.
“All the animals are house-trained, so don’t mind if they follow you and come inside – as I expect they will” he said chuckling, both of them chuckling “and none of my animals will hurt you, so ‘be not afraid’ of them.”
With those words, they were gone, but a minute later my phone rang; my friend said “You know, if you don’t have to go home today, we could stay the night, have a good rest, and drive home when we want tomorrow…think about it; bye.”
I didn’t have to go home today: what would my wife care?
What I wanted was a beer, so I took a cold bottle from the fridge, ice and a glass and went out to the porch, shady but hot; perhaps the barn would be cooler with its big open doors at either end to catch any breeze.
I walked over there; the goat came out of the barn first – must be cooler I surmised – but he was followed by a massive pig, trotting to keep up with the goat’s longer legs and keep his snout in the goat’s arse, it looked like!
The goat came to my groin, made sure, perhaps, I was the same as he had checked before, and then went to my rear and butted me gently forward to the barn. I said “Hey, careful, I have a beer here!”
The beer was forgotten when in the barn: there was also a young heifer (cow), and a huge swimming pool! When I looked in the pool there was a dolphin!
My mind was reeling, but only for a second as the goat butted me into the shady, actually dark interior, away from the door; ok, I thought, I know I am here for animals, and the animals seem to know I am here for them: so, gi with the flow of this Life I have started.
We reached a point somewhere in the middle and there was a table, so I put my beer bottle and glass on there and, by way of non-verbal invitation, I took off my shirt, shorts and briefs and got down on my hands and knees; the goat stepped up behind me, certain he had cowed me into submission: he had....
(A quick break to end of Chapter 4, as I am sure Ch. 5 in my head will be long…. Like the goat’s cock)
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