Actaeon and the German Shepherd -- A series of true encounters Actaeon and the Stallion -- A true encounter First, I should summarize by saying I was inspired by another zoo's description of a BJ he'd gotten from a calf, and after some trepidation on my part, I decided to try it for myself, if possible: I went out one Friday night about midnight, wearing brown corduroy jeans, a navy turtleneck, and a black leather jacket. I looked like a biker version of Carl Sagan. :) A pair of dark brown boots and a woolen cap and I was in business. I also had thermal underwear and insulated gloves: it was barely above freezing. It took about twenty minutes to walk there, which was plenty of time for my eyes to get used to the dark. Even so, with a new moon, I was grateful for some of the yard lights illuminating my path. I never realized how difficult it is to follow a dark gravel road with only starlight to guide you. If it had been paved, I would have been able to follow the dotted white line. But a paved road would probably have meant a larger population and closer neighbors. :/ I _did_ have a flashlight with me, but it was only to warn oncoming cars, if any (I saw only two). A dark figure walking a country road late at night in this weather would have looked awfully suspicious. :) However, everyone seemed to be in bed: the only lights I ever saw were yard lights and Christmas displays. Anyway, when I got to the field, I waited a minute or so to see if there were any calves in the field. There weren't, and the only sounds I heard were coming from the wooden shed on the far side of the pasture. There were two gates into the field: one at the end near the house, and another at the opposite corner. I chose the latter, of course. :) I walked slowly and carefully through the field, trying to dodge the round brown spots which liberally dotted the area. At least I assume they were brown: I wasn't going to risk it. The ground was frozen, so I made crunching sounds as I walked. Fortunately, they were quiet crunches, and I reached the shed in a couple of minutes. The only entrance to the shed was on the side facing the road, but I was a good fifty yards from it and the road went straight by the farm with no curves: I was in little danger of stray headlights revealing my presence. The yard light from the house provided scant illumination; enough to let me see where I was walking, but not enough to give me away. I could hear the calves milling about inside the shed, and I saw in the darkness a brown nose peeking out to look at me. I approached the nose slowly and quietly, whispering to the calf that I didn't mean it any harm (which was true), and gradually felt the earth beneath my feet turn, shall we say, "soft." The entrance to the shed was almost totally mud and manure. I tried to find a way in that wasn't so slushy (these were fairly nice boots), but a solution escaped me for a long time. Finally I found myself hugging the side of the shed, where the ground was still hard, and I worked my way to the edge of the door frame. The sill was made of poured concrete (at least that's what it felt like), and was relatively free of muck. So I put one foot on it and slowly swung my head into the shed. Some light filtered in from a neighboring yard light, but not enough to help much. I could see (or hear) several calves inside, mostly brown (there was one black & white one), huddled around a feeding trough set against the far wall. At least I presume it was a trough, because they were all facing the wall and making munching noises: that's a pretty good sign. The calves were _not_ approaching me; in fact, the brown one that had greeted me had retreated deeper into the shed. In the dark I heard a few of them peeing every now and then, and I wished I could see that: a pair of night-vision glasses would have been a big help. I also heard the traditional "plop" of manure against manure, but since I was already stepping in tons of the stuff, that sound was less of a turn-on. :) I worked up the courage to actually enter the shed, slowly swinging my other foot around to the concrete and twisting myself inside. Once there, I braced myself against the wall, for it was still too dark to see the interior clearly. I used the overhead beams to steady myself as I walked around, still huddling the walls, the only place with relatively solid footing. Again I heard peeing, and sorely wished I could safely shine the flashlight and pinpoint the source. I found a section that had firmer footing, and inched my way a little deeper into the shed. I held out my hands to feel my way around, and within a few minutes I felt something soft and moist on the fingers of one hand. I looked down and saw that one of the calves was suckling my fingers. :) The zoo who told me about it was quite right: the sensation is one of power and strength, but also gentleness: the pressure was firm but not uncomfortable. I did feel his teeth against the base of my fingers, but since there were no teeth in the upper jaw, there was only the sense that they were there, not that they were "biting." The tongue and the roof of the mouth were what I felt most, and even as he was licking, I was working my fly open with the other hand. My heart was beating, and not just from the exhilaration of fence-hopping. I got my penis within an inch or two of his mouth, but at that moment he released my hand and started wandering away. Damn! :( Not all the cows were against the feed trough, and as I was crouching around trying to find that calf again, I bumped into another one. It moved away, startling the others a little. I suddenly realized I could get knocked over into the manure with virtually no warning, so I retreated to the wall. I kept sidling around the shed, looking for that calf, and holding out my hand to any calf that would sniff at it, but I only found that one calf one more time, and it only took a token nibble at my fingers before wandering off again. By this time, the calves were growing tired of my presence, and were starting to head out into the field. I followed slowly and quietly, but none of them would approach me; they all moved away as I got close to them. :/ So, after slowly chasing calves around the field for ten minutes or so, I gave up and walked home, not as stiff-legged as I'd hoped. But at least I tried, and I can now imagine a little better what that huge soft mouth would have felt like. :) One of my neighbors has a very attractive male German Shepherd. He followed me home one day, which I didn't mind one bit. He's still young, and he can be a bit rambunctious, so I didn't bring him in the house (that's the beauty of living in a forested area :). I lay on my back in some tall grass, on a slight incline so my head and back were elevated, and he was all over me. Like I said, he's very energetic; not in an aggressive way, just in youthful exhuberance. So here I was, lying on my back in a meadow, with a German Shepherd pretty much walking all over me, rolling around, lying on top of me, licking, pawing, and making playful bites. Hey, it's a heck of a job, but someone has to do it. :) I gave up all hope of getting out of there with clean clothes, and even had to take off my watch, because he was nibbling at it. He licked my face on numerous occasions, and I got my first taste of dog tongue. Up until now, when a dog had licked me in the face, I'd kept my mouth closed, but I'd read so much on ASB about zoos who French-kiss their dogs, I decided to try it. It's actually quite nice. I didn't manage to get my tongue very far into his mouth (_his_ tongue was always in the way), but I held out my tongue for him to lick, and pressed my tongue against his as he licked it. At the time I wasn't worried about "doggie breath," but in his case there was nothing to fear: his owners take very good care of him; his teeth are very clean, and there was very little smell or taste to his tongue or breath. It was more of a physical sensation, warm and rubbery, and although he seemed surprised the first time I licked back, he apparently enjoyed it, for he spent a lot of time licking my face after that, especially my mouth. I think we did it at least a dozen times. :) It was difficult to get him to stand (or sit) still long enough to get my hand down to his sheath, and I figure we were lying there French-kissing and being generally rambunctious for a good half-hour or forty-five minutes before he'd calmed down enough. Those few times where I managed to reach his sheath and give him a gentle caress, he responded by becoming even more exhuberant, and when he sat facing me (or on me), he showed a lot of pink: I wasn't the only one having fun. :) He's registered, so he still has functional equipment, and probably always will. And even for a young dog (six months?) he's _big_, in more ways than one: he has an impressive pair of cojones. :) He's also heavy: like I said, he spent a lot of time walking on me. When he gets older, he should be quite a handful. At any rate, while I was still lying on my back, he stood briefly, and I moved back to hold his sheath in the palm of my hand. He moved around a bit, but let me rub behind the knot and stroke back and forth. He was diagonal to me, so I had a perfect view as he got an erection. In previous attempts to do this on other dogs, I never saw the knot (it was always inside the sheath), and it wasn't until I found ASB and the Forest that I learned the knot is generally supposed to emerge with the penis. In the past, I'd just let the knot stay behind, so to speak, because I feared making it come out of the sheath would damage either the knot or the sheath. However, I learned on the Forest that if I gently slid the sheath back beyond the knot, _before_ he became fully erect, this would not be a problem. So that's what I did here: after I stroked a few times and his penis began to emerge, I slid the sheath back until the knot emerged. Bingo! :) Then I resumed the stroking. By this time, he was helping me out: his tail was raised, his back arched, and he humped against my hand repeatedly until he was fully erect (5"-6", knot included). I didn't see it from beneath, but from the top, the knot actually appeared to be like a second pair of testicles: instead of one large swollen section, it was like two almond-shaped masses side by side. It may have been joined underneath; however, I wasn't going to touch it directly, because a dog's penis is very sensitive to direct contact. Unfortunately, though he was obviously old enough to know what he was doing, he wasn't old enough to ejaculate, so all I got out of him were a few drops of precum. However, we both had a good time. :) I unzipped my pants in the hope that I could get him to do his tongue magic on something else, and surprisingly, I was soft. I must have built and released when he did. I was soon ready again, though, and offered myself to him. He made a few cursory licks, but seemed disinterested, so I had to take care of myself. So far, I haven't found a dog that likes licking a human penis, although I know from reading ASB that they do exist. Most will lick away semen, as this one did (getting it on his cheeks in the process :), but by this time he was getting a little too rambunctious, and was beginning to bite in earnest. SoI exposed only the very tip to him, and once I was clean, I promptly re-zipped. After that, I just lay back next to him in the grass, or tried to: he was still running around and over me, lying down on me, and biting & nibbling. I figured, what the heck: let him nibble. :) We kissed a few more times, and after another half-hour or so we parted company. Chapter 2: He came over to my house, and we went out in the yard (I didn't want to invite him in because he had muddy feet). He was so rambunctious that it was almost impossible to keep him still, especially when I touched his sheath. But just as before, I masturbated him (three or four times, actually) and was rewarded with enthusiastic humping and a brief jet of precum. He's still too young to ejaculate fully, and the erection subsided within a minute, but he's getting there. I also was able to bend down and take the first inch or two of him into my mouth. He was moving around too much for me to take him any deeper, but I enjoyed the taste. It's been too long since I've had a dog that way... :/ Those of you familiar with dog sex know that after the male has tied with the female, he usually bends a hind leg over the female and turns around, so they're facing in opposite directions, connected only by his penis. I'd always figured that would be extremely uncomfortable for the male, but now that I had this dog fully erect and hard, with the knot exposed, I tried bending his penis backwards between his hind legs. Surprisingly, just behind the knot (behind the os penis, or penis bone), the shaft is extremely flexible: I was able to point his penis straight backwards with almost no effort. I started to bend down and take him into my mouth again, to see if I could "tie" with him in this way, but he jumped around at the last moment and I had to let go. Out of curiosity, I bent down on all fours and tried to get him to mount me. But every time I did, he'd just rush around to my face and start licking or nibbling my ears. Even when I nudged him around to my backside, he still concentrated on my front end. It was too cold and windy to take off my clothes, so perhaps the clothing confused him. Had he not been dirty, I'd have taken him inside and stripped for him. I wouldn't have let him enter just yet, probably direct his penis into my hands and let him hump dry air, but still, I've had another dog (also a GS, BTW) hump my arm while I masturbated him, and it was one of my favorite moments. Now, _that_ dog ejaculated like crazy...perhaps I should write about him, too. :) Someday I'd like to see what it feels like to have a dog actually on top of me, whether he enters me or not. I gave up on trying to get him to mount me, so I tried the reverse. I got behind him on hands and knees, put my hands in front of his hips, and pulled him into me. Then I bent over and started to hump _him_ (again, still clothed). He didn't seem to get the idea; he just bent around and nibbled at my hands--playfully, though, not aggressively. And that's all he did: just bite at my wrists, first one, then the other. So I gave up on that, too. He was still rambunctious, and even when I tried to French-kiss him, I could feel his teeth nibbling at my tongue. I don't mind the feel of his tongue, but I have to admit to a certain anxiety when I feel his teeth around my sensitive areas. :) Chapter 3: A few days later, I was outside after twilight when he approached me. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and there was just enough light for me to see who it was. I turned off the flashlight so as not to draw undue attention to us. By now, he was quite used to me, and every time he sat he showed pink (well, gray, at this time of night :). Often he'd stick out an inch or two. I was very flattered. :) I'm sure he regards me as a sexual partner...possibly as a sex _toy_, judging from the way he gets so excited. Even more rambunctious than ever, it was tough to keep him in one place. But I was determined to move to the next level. Having held him and kissed him, I wanted a little taste; more than just the first inch or two. While he lay on his back, I bent down with my mouth to the end of his sheath and began kissing and licking him there. With my hand, I stroked his sheath behind the knot in order to get an erection. I've found that dogs are unlikely to get erections while on their backs: they have to be on all fours or at least on their hind legs: sitting and lying down don't work nearly as well. But I was keen to try. :) His knot did swell under my fingers, but I never saw or felt more than just the tip of his penis. When he got up, it took several attempts before I was able to get a good hold of his sheath, and a few more tries were required before he stood still long enough for me to start stroking him at length. Soon, however, he became erect, and when I slid his sheath back to expose the knot, he started humping in earnest. I placed my free hand in front of the end of his penis in order to catch the ejaculate (if any), and was pleased to feel three short bursts strike my palm. The first time I'd met him, all I'd gotten was a drop of precum, and at most one squirt the next time (Chapter 2). While he was still erect, I bent down and, holding the base of his sheath with one hand just behind the knot, slid him into my mouth until my lips reached the frontmost part of the knot (if I'd taken him deeper, my teeth might have scratched it). I moved him in and out of my mouth with gentle pulls on his sheath, and tasted his penis with my tongue. It was divine. :) It had been about a year since I'd last tasted a dog's penis; I'd forgotten how much I'd missed it. He started to move around a lot, and I was worried I might injure him, so I released him and stood up: my legs were sore. :) Understandably, I was quite turned on by this point, and un-zipped. Judging from my previous encounters, if I'd offered myself to him, he'd probably nibble at me, and it was the same this time: I quickly felt his teeth on my glans. I had no desire to become Bobbitized by a German Shepherd (very difficult to explain to doctors: "He must have thought I was peeing on his turf, and so he defended himself. Yeah, that's the ticket! Just ask my wife...um...Morgan Marechild!" :), so I took care of myself. The dog was seated right in front of me, so with my free hand, I scratched his ears and cheeks, and felt his tongue on my hand. When I came, he was nibbling my fingers. :) I zipped up again, gave him another scritch on the head, and started to walk him home. When I shone my flashlight at him, I noticed some...um...little white globs on top of his head. :) At first I decided they looked kinda cute up there, and started to leave them alone. However, I figured he'd have a hard time licking the top of his head (and probably wouldn't have the incentive to do so anyway), so they'd linger until the next time his master petted him. His master would wonder (for about two seconds) what the globs were, and would figure the dog couldn't have come on its own head. He'd put two and two together and come up with foreplay. :) So I petted him on the head again, cleaning him off in the process. :) So now I can identify with the old joke: "What do you do when you come across an elephant?" "Wipe him off." :) Made my hand smell nice, too. Human cum and doggie cum combine to make a _very_ nice perfume. Perhaps I could market it: "Kennel No. 5." The supply would be limited, but collection would be fun. And I'm sure I could farm out the manufacturing to a number of you to cover additional demand. Heck, we'd do it for free. :)