Dog Tale

I was 12-years-old and as every normal young man, I had the run of the
neighborhood. Having many friends, myself with the higher IQ of most, I was
always doing odd jobs for all the neighbors. Having a lot of mechanical
abilities, I had a small engine repair shop in our backyard. My Step-Dad and I
built a large steel building where I worked on mowers (riding and push), chain
saws, go-carts, mini-bikes, tillers (garden), and all small engine-type
machinery. The building was solid steel with only one door and no windows. I
added a latch on the inside of the door where I could lock myself in for the
privacy to work without unnecessary interruptions. The setting was a great
work place. I had all the tools imaginable along with work benches and so on.
Once inside, I had every- thing to do the best job possible.

As most young men, I had a best friend that stayed by my side just about
everywhere I’d go. Whenever you’d see me, my friend and PROTECTOR was there.
My friend and protector was a large German Shepherd. He was large, weighing
approximately 100 lbs. Sarge, a male Shepherd, was there for me to listen and
watch over me when the (older) bullies would try to pick on me. Never did he
let me down.

When I’d go into my workshop, he would be there! He never did answer, but he
would never fail to listen.

On one hot summer night, I decided to go out and tinker around to get a head
start on the next day. I had on a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt which was
my normal apparel during the summer. Of course, my best friend was right by my
side. We went in, locked the door, and I sat on a stool beginning to work on a
push mower. The stool was real low to the ground where my knees were higher
than my butt.

I was putting points and condenser in, and out of the blue my best friend came
over and began humping on my leg. It was rather shocking at the time. Being a
larger dog than most, when he wrapped his front legs around mine, he meant
business. I tried to push him off, but the more I pushed the more he pulled on
and the harder he humped. Then I felt his dick slapping against my leg. For
some reason, that feeling excited me. I leaned over to see it, which made the
excitement increase even more. It was large, long, kind of pointed at the head
and super pink. My own dick began getting hard and I knew the feeling of
getting off.

He was humping even harder now and I saw him letting out some a pre-cum on my
leg. When I saw that, I knew he was needing to get off. I had some Vaseline
within my reach so I grabbed it and took a good amount in my hand. I then took
a hold of his dick, grasping it firmly, letting him fuck it as hard as he
wanted. He pulled even tighter to my leg and fucked my hand real fast. It
wasn’t too long before he started shaking and shot cum all up and down my legs
and arms.