It All Started in a Museum.

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By Des Rathgit (M/b, b/dog, oral, anal)
This story tells of a man's seduction of a willing 8-year-old boy, and the
boy's
enjoyment of being penetrated by the man's dog.

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I was standing at the urinal in the gents' toilet on the top floor of a
large and well-
known museum in London. As I was performing the necessary action, a party of

schoolboys came in and relieved themselves. I noticed with interest, by the
badges on
their blazers, that they were from the school in my home town, less than a
mile from
where I lived. One young boy (about 8 years old, I guessed) seemed to be the
target of
the other boys' amusement; they were chanting phrases such as "Nathan's got
a tiny
willy", "matchstick knob" and a few other graceless comments. The boy looked

distressed and I glanced at him and smiled sympathetically. He stayed behind
after the
others had left, and he looked at me with tears in his eyes. I reminded him
that kids
have always behaved like that, it was just part of growing up.
"Do you think I've got a tiny willy?" he asked.
I looked at it. What I could see seemed to consist mostly of foreskin, but I
didn't want
to compound his troubles. "I can't really tell when it's mostly inside your
trousers," I
said. "Come into one of the stalls so that you can show me properly."
So we went into a stall and locked the door. I asked him to stand on the
seat so that
anyone looking underneath would see only one pair of feet. I also asked him
to keep
quiet if anyone came in and called his name.
I dropped his trousers and underpants, exposing a tiny but
beautifully-formed penis
with what looked like an empty scrotum underneath. I squeezed it gently
between
thumb and forefinger a few times; he announced that he was enjoying it and
proved it
by producing a lovely little erection. When I pulled back his foreskin a
shiny pink
helmet was revealed, and I couldn't resist wetting a finger and tracing
around its
periphery. He squeaked quietly with a beaming smile and said that it felt
good.
"Would you like me to suck it?" I asked.
"Yes please. Another boy did it once and it felt great."
I sucked the tiny little worm, including his scrotum. He shuddered and told
me how
wonderful it felt. I continued sucking, and very soon he said he wanted to
pee. I
stopped sucking and held him over the open pan. He looked somewhat concerned

when only a few drops of urine were produced.
Just at that moment we heard a group of boys enter the toilet. I heard one
of them say,
"This is where I last saw him. NATHAN! ARE YOU IN THERE?"
I quickly sat down with Nathan on my lap and covered him with my voluminous
anorak. I was just in time, as a head appeared over the top of the stall and
then quickly
disappeared. I heard him say as they all trooped out "There's only a big fat
man
sitting there. We'll have to look for him somewhere else."
After I had removed my anorak from Nathan, I sat him on the seat and said,
"The
reason you only produced a few drops of pee was because you were having
what's
called a dry orgasm, which happens to young boys at times like this. When I
have an
orgasm, white stuff shoots out of the end. Would you like to see my willy?"
He looked excited and nodded his head. I extracted it from its hiding place,
fully
erected of course. His eyes went wide, and he said "Gosh, isn't it big? I've
never seen
one that size before."
To be honest, it wasn't all that big - 6 inches and not too fat. But to a
little boy with a
very small dick it must have seemed enormous. "Can I hold it?" he asked.
"Sure," I answered. "Is that all you want to do with it?"
"I'd like to suck it like you did to mine."
I smiled at him and moved the helmet towards his mouth. "Be careful with
your
teeth," I warned him. "You could cause me a lot of pain otherwise. The main
thing is
to suck it in the same way as I did yours, and lick it while it's in your
mouth."
This he did, and it was a feeling like no other. I had received blow-jobs
before, but
always from adult women. They were very pleasant, to be sure, but this
little lad
trumped them all. Before very long, the old familiar feeling warned me that
I was
about to cum.
"Here it comes, Nathan," I told him. "Try to swallow it all. I've tasted it
and it's quite
nice. It's quite good for you, lots of people drink it."
So I produced several squirts of high-grade semen, which Nathan swallowed
without
a murmur. "I quite like the taste," he said with a smile.
"Time to rejoin your school-mates," I said when I had replaced the tiger in
its lair.
"When they ask where you were, tell them that you were so interested in
looking at
one of the exhibits that you forgot the time."

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The following Friday I was taking Jonny, my Golden Retriever, for a walk in
my local
park when I saw a young boy all alone on the swings; he looked familiar and
when I
came closer I realised it was Nathan. "Hi Nathan," I said, "Where did you
spring
from? What a coincidence, seeing you here!" I had suspected this meeting
might
occur, having noticed at the museum his blazer and his reluctance to join
other boys.
"I don't know your name," he said, "But I do know what your willy tastes
like!"
I laughed and said, "My name's Jack Woodman, what's your surname?"
"Jackson," he replied.
"Well, Nathan Jackson, how come you're all alone here on the swings? Don't
you
have any pals to play with?"
"I don't like any of the kids in my class, they're always calling me names."
"OK, seeing you don't have any other friends, can I be your pal?"
"Great!" he said. "I always wanted a friend with a dog. What's his name?"
"Jonny. He's a Golden Retriever, and very friendly." Jonny proved the
accolade by
sniffing Nathan's crotch and wagging his tail. Nathan returned the
compliment by
stroking and patting him. "Can I come with you when you take him for a
walk?"
"I'd like that, but don't your parents want to know where you are?"
"My Dad's working in Germany at the moment and my Mum's sitting at home,
probably drunk. She just told me to go out and play. She usually does that
and doesn't
bother what time I come home."
I reflected on his unfortunate situation, and thought that this was a
similar story to my
own childhood. It drew me emotionally closer to Nathan.
"All right then, tomorrow's Saturday and I usually take Jonny for a long
walk on the
heathland a few miles away. If your Mum agrees I could take you with me."
"Oh, she won't care. She'll probably be drunk anyway."
"I can't just take you away without asking her, Nathan. If she decided to
stay sober,
she might contact the police and accuse me of abducting you. I'd like to
take you
home and ask her permission."
So we went to Nathan's house, and sure enough his mother reeked of alcohol.
But
despite her drunken state, she was pleasant enough, and after we had
exchanged a few
words of small-talk, I asked her the important question.
"I'm glad Nathan has found a friend, Mr. Woodman. He's a bit of an
introvert, and he
gets very lonely. I know I'm not much of a mother to him. I miss my husband
terribly
when he is working away, so I drink to try and ease my own loneliness."
We exchanged phone numbers and I also told her my mobile number in case she
wanted to talk to Nathan while we were out. Then she agreed when I suggested
that I
take Nathan home with me. "Now I've met you, I know he's safe," she said.
"What time do you want him home?" I asked. "Any time you like," she replied.
"In
fact, I was intending to go to the pub this evening and get home very late.
You
couldn't keep him for the night, could you?"
Then I explained that I was intending to go for a long walk the next day,
and would
like to take Nathan with me. I said I had a spare bedroom where Nathan could
sleep.
She was very happy with that, and said she would see me on Saturday evening.
Nathan and I walked home to my flat, where I made a meal for both of us, and
I fed
Jonny. Then we retired to my den and looked at a few pages on my computer. I
made
a point of showing him some pages which included men enjoying each others'
sex
organs. He was very interested, and when one page showed two gays indulging
in
anal sex, he wanted to know why they did that.
"It gives pleasure to both of them, Nathan," I told him. "You can see that
their cocks
are huge - much bigger than mine, and yet the one in front can take it all
up his
bottom."
"Doesn't it hurt?" enquired Nathan. "I've tried putting things in my bottom,
but not as
big as those mens' willies. It's a bit uncomfortable but it's nice when I
get used to it.
But that man's willy is enormous, I couldn't get anything that big into me."
"I doubt if you'll ever see one that big, Nathan. These chaps are usually
paid lots of
money to perform in pictures like this, and the only reason they can do it
is because
they are blessed with huge cocks."
I changed the web-site to one where men and women were being fucked by large

dogs; in one video clip, the dog was a golden retriever, looking remarkably
like
Jonny. "Why are they letting the dog put his willy in their bottoms, Jack?"
he asked. It
seemed strange to him that they should use dogs rather than humans.
"It's just something different, Nathan. A dog pumps much faster than a man,
although
his willy is usually smaller. What he lacks in size he makes up for in
energy."
While we were watching this display, Jonny came in and plonked himself down
on
the floor by my feet. He lay down, then decided to lick his doggy-penis.
Nathan
noticed and looked interested. "Why is he doing that, Jack?" he asked. "I
expect he's
just cleaning it," I replied.
"Ugh, it must be horrible to have to lick your willy to clean it!" was
Nathan's
comment.
"Well, I didn't mind licking yours at the museum," I said with a laugh. "It
tasted
lovely."
"So does yours," he remarked, "especially what came out of it."
"Incidentally," I said, "there's nothing wrong with the size of your willy.
It looks
pretty much the same as those on other boys your age. I used to teach PE at
a school,
and when I supervised the boys in the showers I saw cocks of all shapes and
sizes.
Yours is no different."
He beamed happily at that statement, and I thought that I might have eased
his
personal nightmare at the comments of other boys. In fact, my statement was
a total
lie, but I consoled myself that it was a white lie in a good cause.
Soon it was time for bed. I suggested to Nathan that he might like to take a
bath. He
said that he didn't often bath at home because their boiler was always going
wrong,
and there was usually no hot water. But he was very happy to use mine, so I
filled the
bath for him while he undressed, then I lifted him in. He obviously wasn't
at all shy of
my seeing him in his birthday suit, as we both knew what each other's
conjugation
equipment looked like.
I helped to wash him, standing him up and paying particular attention to his
penis and
his anus. "Ooh, that feels nice," he said when I treated his little tool to
a slight
squeeze, resulting in a beautiful little erection. I drew back the foreskin
and licked the
helmet; he quivered in ecstasy. When I sucked the whole penis, he quivered
again,
this time more strongly. Finally, I gently inserted one finger in his anus
up to the first
knuckle. I washed the little brown ring carefully, then bent him over and
licked it. He
squealed with another jolt of pleasure, so I decided to advance by working
the whole
of my index finger inside his rectum. I drew it out, noting that it was
covered in
brown ordure.
"When did you last have a poo, Nathan?" I asked. "Yesterday," he replied.
"Well how about trying to do one now? I was thinking of putting my cock into
you,
but I don't want it covered in poo."
Nathan looked excited. "Will you really put it in me?" he asked. "I've
wanted to
know what it feels like for a long time. I'll go and poo now."
While he suited the action to the word, I decided to bath myself since there
was
unlikely to be any activity anywhere but in the bed that evening. Soon I
heard the
toilet flush; I put Nathan back into the bath with me, specifically to wash
his anus and
to clean out the lower part of his bowel. Then it was time to dry both of us
and
continue to the next part of this sequence of almost total depravity.
"Although I told your Mum that you could sleep in my spare bed," I said,
"I'd much
rather you slept in my bed with me." He looked as though he couldn't believe
his
luck.
I collected a towel and a tube of KY lubricant from the bathroom cabinet.
The KY
hadn't been used for some time, but it appeared to be still in good
condition. We
walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom, and I placed the KY within easy reach.
I lay down on my back and lifted him, 69-fashion, on to my stomach, with his
head
next to my crotch. He immediately took hold of my cock and started to
masturbate it.
Then his lips closed over the helmet and his tongue described little circles
around the
end of it. My pleasure was almost overwhelming, and twice I had to stop him
lest I
have an orgasm before I was ready to bugger him. In the meantime, I had
lubricated
my finger and was diddling his anus with it. Then to prevent any further
temptation to
ejaculate, I pulled his little body away from my penis, towards my head and
proceeded to lick his anus, pausing only to insert my tongue into the little
brown hole.
He wriggled a little and said how much he was enjoying the sensation.
I decided that the time was now right to proceed to the insertion of my
manhood. I
lifted Nathan off me, spread the towel over the bed and told him to kneel
over it on
his hands and knees. "Are you really sure you want this, Nathan?" I asked
him,
making sure that he was a willing participant. "It may hurt a bit until
you're used to it,
but after that you'll love it."
"Oh yes, I've been looking forward to this all day," said Nathan. "I thought
you
wanted to do it when we were talking at the swings."
Without any further ado I put some more lubricant on Nathan's anus and a lot
more
on my glans. Then I offered the glans to the little puckered circle and
began pushing
very slowly. "Ow, it hurts", cried Nathan, as his sphincter muscle
continually
attempted to close the hole to my invading member.
"Try to push it out, as though you're having a big poo when you're
constipated," I
told him. "That will relax the muscle and my willy will be able to go in.
You've just
done a poo, so nothing will come out."
I saw him straining, and I felt the anal sphincter ease a little. "That's
right," I said,
"It's going in nicely. Keep pushing."
His anus opened up a little more, I pushed in a little further and soon I
felt the flange
of my helmet pass into his tunnel of love. I rested a little there, to let
him get used to
the over-full feeling. Very soon, I felt his hand reach behind my buttock
and try to
pull me in further. Without much effort, the whole length slid into his
rectum. "That
feels funny," he exclaimed, "but very nice. I could get used to this."
As I started to withdraw to commence pumping, he said in alarm, "Please
don't take it
out. It feels lovely where it is." I assured him that I wouldn't remove it
until I had
anointed the inner walls of his rectum with my semen. Then I started to pump
in and
out, small strokes at first, but increasing in amplitude until the strokes
were of
maximum length. He was sighing and making sounds like a contented cat as his
8-
year-old rectum was being invaded by an adult penis.
I kept this rhythm going as long as I could but all good things must come to
an end. It
was time for the culmination of this dastardly but wonderful act of buggery
on a
willing and contented young boy. I felt the semen boiling up in my groin,
then it
exploded out of the end of my penis and coated his rectum with microscopic
tadpole-
like creatures, swimming in the secretions of my prostate gland. Nathan
wriggled and
expressed his enjoyment at that feeling. His squeals of delight brought
Jonny trotting
up the stairs to see what all the noise was about. He sat on the floor next
to the bed,
then he jumped on to the bed and started licking Nathan's erect penis and
the join
between my penis and Nathan's anus, bringing a few more squeaks from Nathan.
After a short rest, I withdrew the invading weapon, which was rapidly
diminishing in
size, giving Jonny total access to Nathan's dripping anus. "Try to push it
all out,
Nathan. Jonny will take care of it." By this time, Nathan was past caring
about
Jonny's apparently depraved taste-buds, and he complied. Jonny continued to
lick, to
the boy's further enjoyment. Then Jonny turned towards me and started to
clean my
chopper, much to my own pleasure.
When Jonny had completed that job, he wasn't satisfied and tried to mount
Nathan,
but I stopped him immediately. "He's a bit forceful, Nathan, and I think
you've had
enough for now."
With that I pushed Jonny down off the bed, and he sat on the floor, licking
his fully-
exposed doggy-tool. Then he grunted and headed off downstairs to his basket.
Nathan
just lay on his side with a blissful smile on his face. I went to the
bathroom to clean
my penis completely, despite the very efficient tongue of man's best friend,
and when
I returned, Nathan appeared to be fast asleep. I got into bed with him,
kissed him and
switched off the light. Nathan murmured something incoherent, then we both
slept.
     *
The next morning was dry and bright, so after we had some breakfast I put
Jonny in
the rear of my estate car and Nathan in the passenger seat, climbed into the
driver's
seat and drove off to the heathland area, which Jonny knew like the back of
his
forepaw. We must have walked miles, because after four hours we returned to
the car,
Jonny panting and Nathan and I exhausted. On the way home, we stopped at a
Little
Chef and had some lunch, then continued our journey.
After arriving home, Jonny made straight for his basket and we sat down to
watch
TV. Nathan had no hesitation in sitting on my lap, and after a while he
decided to sit
on one of my thighs with his legs apart. This gave him an immediate erection
which I
soon noticed. I unzipped the front of his jeans and took hold of the stiff
little worm. A
smile crossed his face and he turned round and kissed me. He enjoyed my
attentions
while watching a cartoon, then he decided that there were much more
interesting
things to do than watch TV. He knelt on the floor between my legs, unzipped
my fly
and took hold of a stiffening sausage, immediately following that action
with a
delightful blow-job. Swallowing my semen, he told me it rounded off our meal
nicely.
Then his little face grew serious. "You remember what we saw on the internet

yesterday, when some men were taking a dog's willy in their bottoms? Well,
could I
try that? It looked interesting."
I considered that request, and then reminded him that dogs are very
energetic in their
pumping. I also told him about the knot that forms at the base of a dog's
penis when
he really gets into his stride; this knot can be huge and if we weren't
careful it would
probably stretch Nathan's anus beyond the point where he could stand the
pain. But
Nathan wanted to try it, so I took his lower garments off completely. Then I
called
Jonny, turned him over on to his back and told Nathan to start playing with
the
sheathed doggy-cock to bring it into the open.
Jonny soon got the idea, got up and began sniffing Nathan's cock and anus.
The anal
aroma must have stimulated the dog, because his pink schlong grew to full
length. I
fetched a towel and told Nathan to kneel over it as he had for me the
previous night,
and Jonny became more animated. His licking of Nathan's anus intensified,
bringing
sighs of delight from the boy.
Jonny finally got the message about his duties, and climbed aboard his new
human
bitch. I helped him insert his pointed penis into Nathan's anus, told Nathan
to push
outwards as before, and then the humping and pumping began. I knew that if
Jonny
could insert his knot it would almost certainly cause serious damage to
Nathan, so
when the knot grew to something approaching full size I held it firmly to
ensure that it
couldn't enter Nathan's bottom. By this time, Jonny's pumping was growing
heavier,
resulting in grunts from Nathan.
"Is he hurting you?" I asked Nathan. "No, it feels lovely," was the reply.
"I can feel
his willy squirting into my bottom. It feels nearly as good as when you do
it, but it
seems to go on for ever."
 "Maybe that's why some people are so attracted to their dog's cocks," I
suggested.
Eventually Jonny slowed down, his knot feeling like an orange in my hand. He
slid
his penis out slowly, and the semen started to gush out, heavily stained
brown. He
immediately turned and started licking Nathan's anus, from which the semen
continued to drip. Nathan beamed a contented smile, but said, "His tongue
feels nice,
but not as nice as yours." I declined the implied offer; I didn't fancy the
taste of dog-
semen mixed with the remains of a boy's previous evening meal.
Jonny decided that there was no more cleaning to do to Nathan's rear end,
and he
retired to his basket to perform similar ablutions on his own penis. Nathan
remained
dreamily in the same position, as though he wanted to wind the tape back and
enjoy it
all over again. After several minutes (it seemed like hours) he rose to his
feet and
went into the toilet to expel the remains of Jonny's offering. "Now I
understand why
those people were doing it with their dogs," he said.
I warned him not to try it by himself, because a dog's knot could cause his
anus
permanent damage. He agreed that he would never try it anywhere else but
with me,
and that although this weekend had been wonderful, he could never tell
anyone about
it. He knew that if he did he would probably be placed in a foster home, and
a place in
a prison cell would await me.
After cleaning him up completely, the three of us walked to his home. There
we saw
with surprise that his Dad had returned unexpectedly, his Mum was almost
sober, and
life was beginning to take on a new and happy meaning. I knew that for the
moment
there was no place in Nathan's life for me, and quietly returned home,
reflecting that
there would almost certainly be similar delights for the next couple of
years.

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That concludes my story. Anyone who was disgusted by reading it should have
noted
the warning in the introduction.
As always, constructive criticism is welcome, be it positive or negative.
And as usual,
any flames will be treated to the actions of an extinguisher.