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Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2025 17:38:25 +0000
From: SamsBestFriend <sam_i_am_2025@proton.me>
Subject: The Waiting Game - Bestiality category

These stories depict sexual activities between a young male and man's best
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THE WAITING GAME

I have retired to my bedroom for the night to begin that period of time
that I had come to call "The Waiting Game."  The Waiting Game took place in
the hours between the end of dinner - when the kitchen had been cleaned, my
parents had settled in front of the television to watch their usual line-up
of shows and then eventually headed upstairs to their bedroom following the
late-night news - and the moment I would open the door to my bedroom in the
dark to find my dog Sam so that we could mate.

My first sexual experiences began at the age of 13, my first lover being
our family dog, Sam, a very big, handsome, uncut German Shepherd/Collie mix
who weighed around 80 pounds. Sam was very solidly built, his coat the
lighter brown of a Collie with a blaze of white fur on his chest, and his
head, tail and paws taking on the darker colorings of a typical German
Shepherd. I had been mating with Sam for over a year, the two of us having
become very familiar with each other's bodies and all the while finding new
ways to bring each other pleasure.

In my room, I lay on my stomach on my bed with my homework and books
splayed out in front of me. Most nights I wore some gray sweatpants and a
t-shirt, sometimes socks, rarely underwear. Concentrating on my school work
was never easy, constantly checking the time on the clock-radio next to my
bed, my mind easily drifting to thoughts of being with Sam and feeling the
growing excitement in my young cock. Through my bedroom door, I could hear
the familiar refrains of the late local news from the television in the
living room, knowing that just another 30 minutes or so separated me from
being with Sam. Those final minutes always felt like hours, but then,
muffled noises followed by the light from the living room spilling under my
bedroom door going dark. Then, pairs of footsteps ascending the stairs to
the second floor as my parents made their way to their bedroom for the
evening.

A quick glance at my clock-radio, 11:31pm. Just a few more minutes left in
The Waiting Game. More muffled shuffling from my parents upstairs as they
settled into bed for the night. Now 11:32, excitement growing in me, I
close my school books and place them on the floor next to my bed. Then I
reach for the lamp on my side table, turning it off and plunge my room in a
soft darkness, lit by moonlight coming through my two windows. Now 11:33, I
get up in the dark and open my closet door to retrieve an old woolen
blanket at the bottom of my closet. I press my face to the blanket and
inhale, taking in the heavy scent of dog paws and fur and sweat and sex,
feeling my cock grow further within my cotton pants. Now, 11:34, I unfold
the blanket, then turn and unfurl it on top of my bed, tugging at the
corners to smooth it over the entirety of my mattress. I hear a quiet
creaking of floor boards in the hallway just outside my room, Sam's own
internal body clock directing him toward my closed door. I sit on the edge
of my bed and remove one my white tube socks and then the other.  Now,
11:35, nothing but silence throughout the house, I stand and untie the
string on my sweatpants, hook my thumbs into the waist band and slide them
down my thighs, my nearly erect cock jumping out as I push the pants down
my legs and over my feet, step out of them and kick them to the side. Now,
mostly naked, but wearing only a thin t-shirt, I take a deep breath and I
reach for the handle of my bedroom door - the Waiting Game is now over.

With the door open, I can see Sam's silhouette against the ambient light
from within the house. He is sitting upright, his ears perked forward, his
broad tail brushing the carpet behind him with eager excitement knowing he
will soon be laying with his mate. Sam, too, had come to anticipate this
nightly ritual and would make his way to the hallway just outside of my
door while my parents were ascending the stairs for the night. He waits
attentively for my invitation, licking his lips and muzzle with
anticipation. Could he sense the excitement in me? Could he smell my mostly
naked body and did he recognize the arousal I was feeling? I give Sam a
quick nod and whisper, "Do you want to mate?"

At these words, Sam jumps up and bounds into my room, his tail and entire
body wagging frantically.  He circles me a few times leaping up against me
and pushing his big head against my legs. As was my usual habit, I leave my
bedroom door open just to be sure I can hear clearly if one of my parents
tries to make their way back downstairs, and I try my best to quiet Sam. I
bend to rub and kiss the top of his head, shushing him and whispering "OK
Sammy, calm down now, calm down and we'll have some fun." I run my hands
down his flanks and reach beneath his stomach to grip his sheath, a move
that always settles him. His cock and knot are full within his sheath, so I
hold him there for a few moments and continue to whisper to him. I can feel
the wet tip of his prick on my wrist and after a short while Sam has calmed
enough so we can continue our ritual.

I sit again on the end of the bed and lower myself onto my back, raising my
legs in the air and spreading them slightly. Sam takes his cue and pushes
himself between my legs with his head. He sniffs at me there a few times
and then I feel his warm wet tongue bathing the underside of my balls and
lapping at my puckered hole, lubricating me with his saliva. This alone
brings me such pleasure and my cock twitches in response to the dog's
rimming. Sam licks me a few more times and then he pushes his body further
into mine, climbing half way onto the bed with me with his back paws on the
ground and placing his front paws on either side of my stomach so that he
can lick my face and mouth. I wrap my legs around his back and open my
mouth to him so I can suck on his wide tongue. Sam's hips press against
mine and it is in that moment that the thought of something more than
"doggy-style" might be a possibility with this handsome dog.

Sam slides himself off of my body then and I move with him, rolling myself
onto my stomach and off the side of the bed. My knees have barely touched
the carpet before Sam is upon me, mounting me quickly from behind. I rest
my chest on the mattress and open my legs for the excited dog. After so
many times mating with Sam in the past, there is no longer any poking and
humping and searching for my young hole. I expertly position myself to meet
Sam's sheath and with his first thrust he slides his cock easily inside of
me. Sam archs his back, braces his front paws against my bare thighs and he
begins to wildly fuck me.

There is simply no way to describe that feeling of first penetration,
despite having taken Sam inside of me literally hundreds of times in the
past year or so. That raw, animal experience of having a big dog so
desirous of you that it can't help but want to fuck you is a feeling that
simply never gets old. And this initial mount was only the beginning of our
foreplay. Sam knows that he'll be penetrating me several more times before
our full mating experience will occur, so after several more seconds of
thrusting himself inside of me and feeling the wetness of his pre-cum on my
ass and dripping down over my balls, he slips out of me, dismounts and
instantly begins lapping at me, cleaning away his pre-cum. His cock slips
back inside of his sheath and I slide off of the bed and sit on the carpet
in front of Sam. He moves toward me and I open my mouth to his once again,
our tongues entwining and I can taste a hint of his sex on my tongue. I
grip at my turgid cock and stroke myself a few times, spreading Sam's
wetness along the length of my shaft.

Sam then nudges his head against my thigh and paws at me, beckoning me to
roll back onto my knees for him for his second mount. I comply and the big
dog crawls his way onto my back, once again quickly finding his mark and
slipping his slick cock inside of me. He fucks me hard again, thrusting
into me over and over. I can hear the wet sucking sound of his cock rapidly
slipping in and out of me and after a few more moments, he dismounts and
again laps at my ass, balls and thighs. I turn again, sitting on the carpet
with my legs spread as Sam continues cleaning the underside of my balls,
then laps my swollen shaft a few times before licking my mouth and tongue
once again. I stand then and turn to climb onto my bed, but Sam eagerly
beats me to it, quickly jumping past me up onto the woolen blanket covering
my mattress. He knows what follows being on the bed together...

Without hesitation, I slink onto my bed on all fours and present myself to
Sam. He deftly mounts me once again, slips inside me and fucks at my wet
waiting hole. I spread myself further for him, allowing him deeper access
and can feel the bulb of his growing knot slipping in and out of me. I
lower my chest onto the mattress, leaving my ass high in the air for him to
fuck mercilessly. Sam grips me tight, hoping to keep inside of me as his
knot grows and I give him a few more moments of bliss before sliding myself
away from him and collapsing my hips onto the blanket. Sam's cock pulls out
of me with a wet gush of thin pre-cum, which he eagerly cleans. I turn on
my side, propping my head on my hand and watch Sam take a few turns on my
bed before lying down next to me to lick his cock back into his sheath. I
move myself closer to him and rub his side, whispering "Good boy,
Sam. You're such a good boy," which starts his tail wagging. I rub his
stomach and move my face to nuzzle the wetness around his sheath, rubbing
his damp fur over my lips and nose, breathing in the animal smells of him
and pushing my own excitement to the next level.

As I roll back onto my hands and knees, Sam stands behind me, lapping a few
times at my anus and then he slowly climbs onto my back once again.  This
time, as his hips meet my ass and I arch my back to accept his cock, I
ready myself to fully mate with him. His cock deftly slides inside of me, I
move my feet out sideways, opening my legs further and fully presenting
myself to the big dog who once again starts to fuck me wildly. Sam grips me
harder than before, intent on keeping his cock and knot inside of me to
fill me with his cum. His growing knot pistons in and out of my anus and I
can feel it growing bigger with each of the animal's thrusts. I know there
is a point of no return, having painfully discovered what the knot was all
about in my very early explorations with Sam and knowing now that my young
body could not possibly handle the enormity of taking this dog's knot and
tying with him.  I let Sam's knot slip outside of me and simultaneously
reach back to grip him as he continues to thrust into my ass with his
prick. The knot in my hand grows quickly and that, too, pounds against my
anus, seeking entry.

Sam's thrusting begins to slow and I feel his cock growing quickly inside
of me. He shifts on my back, lifting one hind leg and then another in
somewhat of an ecstatic dance as he positions himself to rest his full
weight on my back. I can feel the spasms of Sam's orgasm pulsing through
his knot as it rhythmically throbs in my grip with each spurt of his cum
inside of me. Sam's cock remains to this day the largest I have ever
taken. Being just 14, I was still growing and his cock, which was 7 inches
from the tip to the knot, felt very full and fat inside of my young
body. My anus spasms and quivers around the thickness of his cock and I can
feel Sam begin to relax as his pleasure from mating with me courses through
him.

Whenever we mated, Sam was always content to stay mounted on my back, as
was I, though I had not yet discovered "the turn" and the idea of mating
ass-to-ass with him. His cock is now fully engorged and locked inside of me
by the grip of my hand on his knot. He lets out a few quiet moans and
groans as his seed spills into me. The amount of Sam's cum is always
prolific, again more than with any other dog I have mated with, and I
relish in the thought of him spraying rhythmically and deeply inside of
me. Sam's tail bobs against my ass with each of his spasms. After a few
moments, I slowly release my grip on his knot and I tuck my bare feet
around the back of his legs to hold him in place. I lower myself slightly
onto my elbows to help better support the weight of the dog as he breeds me
and I settle in for what I know will be about 15 minutes of having my
handsome dog on top of me and his thick cock buried deep within me.

Each time we mate, I am able to sense the moment that Sam would begin to
get restless, his orgasm starting to wind down. In that moment, I reach
behind me to grip his knot once again to keep his cock swollen as I slowly
lower my body down to the mattress and let his prick slide out of me with a
wet gush that drips down over my balls and onto my cock. With Sam's knot in
my hand, I turn onto my back, positioning myself so that my head is under
his stomach and with his cock pointed at my mouth. With my empty hand, I
start to stroke my cum-lubed cock as my tongue darts out to gently lick the
dripping tip of Sam's prick. My lips part further as I raise my head to put
Sam into my mouth and I slide his cock into my throat as far as I can take
it, breathing deeply through my nose. Sam continues to spasm and awards me
with a few more spurts of his salty thin cum, which I eagerly swallow as my
tongue plays along his shaft. It is impossible for me to last very long
with Sam in my mouth and soon my stroking evokes an orgasm that wells-up
throughout my young body. My back arches as the first lines of my cum spray
onto my stomach and I take Sam even deeper into my mouth. As I continue to
come, Sam laps at the ropes of cum on my stomach and licks at the head of
my cock, swallowing all of my sex just as I swallow his.

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