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

    like I was their special friend because I did what they liked and they knew they could do it with me and that just made me feel so good and special. I suppose that it might have been that I lived in a backwards area or perhaps because I was a bit of a late bloomer that I had no awareness of sexual things. I had never heard anything about the subject. I'm not sure if the others knew or when they might have found out but I certainly knew nothing about it. The word "sex' might just as well have seemed like a misspelling of the word "six" to me. So, the humpy-leg thing was just good time fun and games and amusement. It did lead to other things though. I was down by the creek with a boy who lived down the road. We weren't the kind of friends who hung out together, but we knew each other and, with little else to do, we decided to walk along the creek and see if there was anything interesting. After some time, he brought up the humpy-leg dogs and asked why I stopped doing that. After some conversation, I admitted that I still did it but never with others around because I had been teased too much. He shrugged and seemed to accept it and not really think it was very important. About a half-hour later, three of his friends were coming up the creek side toward us and we sat on logs and rocks and talked. They were a few years older and they talked a bit dirtier than I was accustomed so I didn't say much. Then, one of them asked the same question as my friend had before--was I still ...
    letting dogs do the humpy-leg thing. I suppose since I am naturally quite passive and also because I had not spoken, my friend felt he needed to speak for me. He related very well to his friends what I had told him. Then, one of his friends said, "Hey, we got nothing else to do. Why don't we go find some dogs and watch Brynn do his thing." The idea caught fire and I suppose because I am passive, I found myself being led behind McCurdy's dilapidated barn by the three newcomers. My friend had left the group. I could not see any dogs but a few whistles and calls by the others brought one into sight and then another and then another. I was prodded and encouraged and they said they had never been critical of me in times before when I had done it in front of others and they flattered me by saying I was the best and they wanted to laugh and enjoy the weirdness of it. Their flattery got to me more than anything and I naively believed that they thought of me as some kind of star. I don't remember if any of the dogs did it more than one time but I do know that it took less than 10 minutes from start to finish. It never took very long. The boys hooted and encouraged and laughed and patted my back and made me feel like it was something special. I wasn't fully convinced of their sincerity but their flattery kept me going for the full time. Then, things changed. The scruffiest of the three said that the goo on my leg proved I had made those dogs very happy. I asked why that goo had anything to ...
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