A Dog is a Young Man’s Best Friend

I was in the ninth grade when my family relocated to small town Kansas from St. Louis. I was pretty upset about it. We had moved from an area with big league sports and all kinds of activity to a rural area where apparently nothing ever happened. But my father had gotten a job with a company there, and it was a good chance to live in “a safe, friendly, small-town community”, so away we went. Naturally, being the new kid in high school when everyone already had well-established friends meant that I was shunned by the other kids. As a result, my parents got me a dog – a Malamute / Australian shepherd mix that somehow ended up with the name Joanne, or Jo for short. Since I felt my parents were just trying to buy me happiness with a dog, I had very little to do with her. Sure, I took care of her, walked her, and occasionally tossed her a ball, but it was always done with very little enthusiasm. I figured life would get better and that I would have friends at some point.

Unfortunately, what I failed to realize was that in a small town, kids had no room in their social circles for an outsider when they had known each other all their lives. This treatment went on for a few more years, and in that time I made only one very casual friend – a boy in my class named Jacob. He lived fairly close to me, but even then we only got together once a month or so. Through all of that isolation, my only real friend was Jo. And I have to admit that I didn’t exactly appreciate her the way I should have. But that would soon change over one amazing weekend.

Because I was a teenage boy, I was naturally really obsessed with girls. They still paid no attention to me, of course, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about them when I was in bed at night. I had really started to fill out, and my increase in height was matched by growth spurts in other areas as well. I was pleased to see that my cock, which I was very familiar with at this point, was almost 7 inches long and nicely thick. And when I was alone in my room, my favorite pastime was to take it out and stroke myself. What had initially just felt good eventually became a full-time obsession, and what had initially been dry spasms as a pre-teen soon became arcs of cum shooting around the room as a teenager. I went from being a kid who never wanted to take out the trash to being a young man who always took out his own trash, mostly to get rid of all the evidence balled up in toilet paper!

Now, I was an all-around good guy and made good grades, so my parents were never strict with me and never bothered me about things like curfews. Plus, they still had an active sex life (or so it seemed when I occasionally listened at their door at night), so they had been going to bed earlier than me for years. It was after they went to bed one night that things really changed for me.

I had been sitting on the floor leaning against the couch and watching a crappy horror movie with really awful special effects when Jo came in and laid down next to me. I began idly scratching and petting her, paying her no real attention. She enjoyed the attention though, and rolled over so I could scratch her belly. I continued to scratch her while zoning out on the movie, and she would occasionally squirm around for me to get a particularly itchy spot. After several minutes of Jo not moving as I scratched, I became aware that I was scratching her in long strokes that started around her lower chest and ended up at her vulva. No wonder she hadn’t moved! I squeaked out an “Ugh!” and pulled my hand away. Jo, however, just looked at me from her upside-down position on her back.

I don’t know why, but I became intrigued by her doggy sex parts. Since she hadn’t moved, I put my hand back on her and scratched down toward her vulva again. When my hand got there, I started running my fingers over the furry entrance to her vagina. Jo didn’t move, so I stuck a finger just inside. Her legs gave a little jerk, and I yanked my hand away. But she stayed where she was, so I started rubbing the area again.