Thought it was time to share something only a few people know about.
True story of the first time I got to experience sexual pleasure from an animal. The summer before my senior year of high school, we got our first dog. Previously only had cats growing up, but my older brother convinced our mom to get a dog. He was a boxer lab mix, black fur with a patch of white on his chest that looked like a bowtie. We named him Sneakers, and it wasn’t long until he fit into the family. Fast forward to after I graduated high school, which is where the story takes place.
A little bit of info about me. At this point in my life, I was very sexually inexperienced. Never dated anyone in high school and didn’t really have the opportunity to hook up with anyone either. I’m a very average person in terms of looks, and men and women were beating down the door to get together with me. So at this point, I was limited in what I’d done. I jerked off more times than I can count, and would stand in front of the jets in our pool to get that extra feeling on my cock. I’ve had Sharpies up my ass, and the only “sex” I had was when I cut a hole in the crotch of an old teddy bear and went to town fucking it. All this to say I was at the point where I was ready to jump at the chance to get off with something that wasn’t my right hand. Now back to the story.
This happened the summer after high school when I was set to go to college in the fall. At this point in time, the only people living at the house were my parents and myself. Both my older brothers were in apartments, as they were already in college and were staying at their places during the summer before the new school year started. I had worked earlier in the summer at a camp, but once that was done, I had a lot of free time on my hands. My parents were fine with me not working during this period because it was my last “hurrah” before real life kicked in.
My parents were leaving for a long weekend out of town. They were going to a concert on Saturday night, but decided to make more of a trip out of it, leaving Friday morning and staying until Sunday night. They had cleared with me to make sure I would be fine during this time. Not really concerned about me specifically, but with Sneakers. He was pretty good at sleeping through the night, but it was usually around 6:30 AM that he’d get up and need to go to the bathroom. They knew I would most likely want to sleep in. I told them I would be fine, especially since after he did his business, I could just go back to sleep on the couch because he would most likely go back to bed as well. They agreed it would make sense, and on the day of, went off on their trip, leaving just me and Sneakers. With my parents around, I would jerk off in my bedroom at night so as to not get caught. But now with them being gone, I could do it wherever and whenever I felt like. Hell, I realized I didn’t even need to wear clothes that weekend. That first day I jerked off in the living room and also in my parents’ bed because I was feeling pretty dirty. In between sessions, I was just hanging out, watching TV and playing with Sneakers. The thoughts didn’t start until the next day.
I got up early and let Sneakers out to do his business, then went to lay down on the couch while he laid on the floor. I dozed off for about another thirty minutes before waking up once more. At that point I knew I wouldn’t be falling back asleep so decided to just be up for the day. I fed Sneakers, and went to take a shower. After I showered, I didn’t bother getting dressed because why should I with no one around. I went back to the living room to watch TV. It didn’t take too long for my teenage hormones to kick into gear and the familiar stir of “I need to get off” started. I decided to take my time with it and lightly played with myself, getting hard but then letting it go soft again. This continued for a while until I noticed that Sneakers woke up and he was looking at me, almost like he was watching. By this point I had hit the stage of horniness where I was up for nearly anything. My mind started racing, especially whenever I saw him licking at his paw. I’d of course heard of people being sexual with dogs. Clearly a taboo thing, I thought. But then my thoughts turned to “I wonder how they get the dog to do something”. Almost as if it was fated, the answer came straight to my mind, and it was in the pantry.
I slowly got up and went to the kitchen. I opened up the cupboard and pulled out a jar of peanut butter. Sneakers loved peanut butter. He’d lick it off of anything. I’d seen him lick at the carpet to get some that had smeared out of one of his toys. I was willing to bet that it didn’t matter what it was on, he would lick it until he got every last bit of it. At this point my cock was rock hard. Probably the hardest it had ever been at that point. I made my way back to the living room and sat on the edge of the couch. Almost as soon as I opened the jar, Sneakers came to investigate it. He could smell peanut butter from a mile away. I scooped some onto my finger and held it out to him to give him the taste and whet his appetite. He quickly devoured it and looked at me like “is that all?”. At this point I still wasn’t sure if he would actually lick it off other parts of me. I was freshly showered so I wouldn’t smell, but it was still a question. The only way to find out was by trying. I decided to not go big right away so instead I smeared some on my balls. I spread my legs and got his attention. He got close and sniffed around. I wasn’t sure if he would go for it or not at this point. But he figured out where it was, and started to lap up his treat.
I’m surprised I didn’t scare him with how loudly I moaned. I was in heaven. He had a large tongue and was lapping like crazy to get the peanut butter, not knowing the pure pleasure it was bringing me. My body shivered with each pass of the tongue. It was clear now that he would do anything to eat some peanut butter, and I knew what I had to do. I scooped up some more and smeared it all over my raging hard cock. It didn’t take long until he started licking that. If I thought him licking my balls was good, this was another level. His strong tongue moved over all of my six inches of cock. It wasn’t long before my cock was absolutely soaked with dog spit. It got to the point where I knew there wasn’t any peanut butter left on me, but Sneakers must have still been able to smell it because he didn’t stop. And I didn’t want him to.
I wish I could say that we did this for a long time, teasing and edging me on. But 1) this was my first proper sexual experience, 2) I was a horny teenager, and 3) I was wildly turned on by how forbidden this was. It was only a few minutes of enjoying the pleasure. This wasn’t one of those orgasms that you can feel building and getting close. It hit me hard and fast, and in no time I was blasting a huge load all over myself. I’m not usually a shooter, so I was really turned on to be shooting like that. And Sneakers kept licking at my cock which was probably helping. Soon I was spent, but got an extra treat. I started to ooze cum out of my cock, and Sneakers licked the head. He got some cum on his tongue and he swallowed it all. I got up to take another shower and wash all the cum, dog spit, and peanut butter off of me. We didn’t do it again that weekend, but this was the start of our long relationship of Sneakers giving me head. Most were the same sort of situation here. I never was able to get him to lick without having peanut butter on first. The only variation is one time I tried to get him to rim my ass, but he wasn’t interested for some reason. If this story is well-liked, I can tell about the time I did something similar with a friend’s dog.