1. Those Crazy Humpy-Mouth Days


    Date: 10/25/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bestiality, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Cum Swallowing, Mature, Author: brynnboi, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    found it amazing how eager they were to do it and I found it crazy how their eyes hazed over when they did it like they were in a distant world. And--over all--it just was endlessly amusing to me. But, I didn't want to be labelled a weirdo or thought of as a not-normal person. I wanted to keep my friends and fit in with them and have things go back to the way they were before. So, I stopped doing it when they were around. Instead, I waited until I was alone and then I went to one of the few haunts the dogs tended to inhabit. I usually found them across the culvert behind the turn-of-the-century boot store on Old Cannon Road. I would sneak around the building and slip through holes in the wire fence and go down into the culvert, up the other side, and into the wooded brush. It wasn't the only place to find those humpy dogs, but it was the most common place. The area was concealed enough that I could do what I wanted without the fear of being seen. I could do it as often as I wanted and as much as I wanted. I was free to just be amused and not have others judge me. I could indulge and over-indulge and not feel like an outcast. I went there often, sometimes 4-5 times a week and I always came away so fascinated. Why did they do that humpy thing? Why were they so eager? Why did they do it like rabid animals? I had no idea what motivated them but in a small rural area with not much else to do, it had surely become my favorite thing. It was common for me to have four dogs at once ...
    and some often did it more than one time. I recall a time when I had seven which I think was the most ever at one time. I was especially fascinated when I tried two at a time, one on each leg, and my head shook and my face smiled big with how crazy it all seemed. Two of them humping my legs like satanic whirling dervishes. After those seven, I left feeling a little guilty but not because of letting them hump my leg because that was just fun and games. Rather, guilt came when I estimated how many times I had done it with those seven dogs, because some went more than one time. The number I came up with was eleven! But, it might have been 14. I just don't know for sure. Doing it that much in one session seemed excessive and I worried for myself and I felt guilty for that amount of excess. I had hoped that after doing it hundreds of times, I would somehow discover why they liked it so much, but that didn't happen. I just didn't have a clue. One thing I did notice was a growing sense of pride. It took me awhile to figure out why, but that pride came from the knowledge that I was giving them what they wanted so very much; something they weren't getting from others, and that made me feel very good. Not only would the others not do it often, but they never did it long enough. They only did it for a half-minute or so before they laughed and then shook the dog from their leg. But I was different. I was the dogs' friend. I did it a lot and I never pulled away until they were done. It was ...
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