Dog Boy

Seth was the Dog Boy. He was a quiet lad, quite unlike his mates. The other
two were noisy, Seth was quiet; the two lived across from one another in
houses that had not any real yard, Seth lived down at the end of a
cul-de-sac with a copse and a stream and a small marsh. I am not sure what
brought the three together. The two were like brothers; Seth was their
friend. All three appeared one day in answer to the Boy Wanted sign I had
placed in the front yard of my mother's house. Since I and my siblings had
moved away the place had fallen into a kind of benign neglect and now I was
back to visit and do some serious cleaning. My father was in the hospital
so I hung out the sign.

Seth was a thin mousy looking boy, clean enough in the usual late Summer
togs of a boy in his time and place; that is to say his singlet was
stained, his shorts may have fit him last year, his plimsolls wanted for
school to start so they could retire. But his hair was clean and his
countenance cheery in that quiet way.

Even as we discussed the nature of the cleanup I expected to accomplish and
the remuneration they might look forward to I noticed the way the three
boys interacted. Johnny and TJ stood to one side, as often as not Johnny
would have an elbow on TJ's head, his own head then resting on that hand.
Or he would stand close behind his younger friend, arms draped over the
smaller boy's shoulders, idly petting TJ's bare chest. TJ, for his part
would stand quietly, hips slouched, one foot turned out, hands behind his
back... Johnny would twist back and look embarrassed as TJ found a target
for his pinching. Seth stood apart, closer to me than they, where he could
look disdainfully at their antics as if to say I'm not with them but yet
his eyes longing for the same attention.

As we worked about the yard Seth either worked alone or close by me. He was
sensitive to my need for someone to hold a sack and seemed almost to read
my mind whenever I looked for a tool or a cold drink. We worked for five
days in the yard. Long mornings followed by shorter afternoons after a
respectable siesta. The boys went home for lunch and I paid them for their
time at the end of each day. On the fourth day Seth brought a small day
pack and at lunch, he hung back when the others hopped their bikes and
screamed away.

--Sometimes they behave just like little kids, he said shaking his head.

--I thought I'd have lunch with you today Ian, if that's ok. My Mum's gone
out.

--OK with me Seth, I would like to get to know you all better as well.
Let's go climb a tree.

One of my favourite climbing trees was in the east corner of the yard. A
tall, old oak, thick with dark green leaves at this time of year, and high
in it was a flet I had built years ago when I use to live here. It was a
great place for lunch and for sleeping out on warm summer nights. I went
first to my van and grabbed a sack of some lunch things I'd made ready
earlier and added a soda. Then I turned to Seth and asked him

--Would you rather a beer than a soda?

His eyes flashed for a second as he laughed at the obvious joke but I
popped one in anyhow and we made for the tree. On the flet I spread a tea
cloth and set out my cheese and bread, both beers, with the soda between,
and motioned Seth to sit across from me. The flet was in a large fork, well
in the middle of the tree so there was room for the two of us to sit,
leaning back against the boles, the tea cloth between us. Seth took off his
singlet and folded it to make a cushion.

--Is one of those beers really for me?

--Not really. But if you were to have a sip of mine then there mightn't be
enough left to satisfy me.

--I get it, he said as he took the soda.

We chatted about his school and my job, our homes and his friends. Had I
ever slept out on the flet, his tree house, would I like to visit it
someday. He lived with his mother, a pig, several rabbits and a neighbor's
dog. It came out as time went by how devoted he was to his mother and how
he struggled to make her happy and live with her rules. Not that he was
unhappy with her rules it was just that as he grew they became more
difficult. Seth was a very literal and rational lad and he found ways
around the most vexing of them. His mother was very literal too and it
never occurred to her that her son would exploit her loopholes. For
instance she insisted that he go barefoot in the house but that he put on
his shoes when he went out. But nothing was ever said about keeping them
on. She set up quite a fuss when he came in with his clothes muddied from
playing so Seth learned to keep a change of play clothes in his tree house
but as often as not he would simply wear nothing when exploring copse and
marsh or playing with the pig. Even Johnny and TJ had joined him in the pig
sty once. Seth would always shower under the garden hose and then dress
clean whenever his mother called him in.

As he talked Seth would pause for a bite of sandwich and wash it down with
soda. Presently it was his turn to ask questions and his soda was empty.

--May I have a sip of your beer?

All during his monologue I watched his eyes occasionally look to my crotch.
I was not wearing any underwear but I felt I was not showing and so avoided
any movement that might. Nonetheless he had seen what he was looking for. I
handed him the near empty beer and opened the second. He took a long sip
and set the can aside.

--I hope you don't mind my asking but do you always not have underwear on?
That's cos its one of my games to try and guess if men are wearing any but
I never dared ask one before you. I don't got none on either. Wanna see?

Before I had time to reply he was moving to his feet. Seth's shorts were at
least last years they were so small, probly his favourite pair, worn thin
enough in several spots that an astute observer could well have guessed
he'd nothing on under them, and fairly bursting at the seams. I would have
ventured the guess that there was not room in them for him and underwear at
the same time. As he pulled his legs in to stand there came from behind him
the sound of tearing fabric followed by his own cry of pain. His shorts had
perhaps caught a nail head in one of their worn spots and ripped open from
crotch to waist. He felt back there and his hand came away with a bit of
blood on it.

--Looks like I'm gonna get to see whether I want to or not, eh Seth.

I think he was more scared than embarrassed. One of the things his mother
had drummed into him was that he was not to allow any of his teachers to
touch him, especially the men teachers. That he should never talk to
strangers or get in a car with a stranger. But, he assured me, I was not a
stranger anymore nor was I a teacher. He let down his shorts and turned
around. There was indeed a goodly scratch across the cheek of his ass but
is was not bleeding much. I put some beer on the corner of my bandanna and
wiped it clean.

--There now young man, nothing a new pair of shorts won't take care of, I
said patting his nate. Lets climb down and see what we can find in the swop
box.

In the storage box of the van was a collection of odd clothes that kids had
left behind on one trip or another. Mostly old sox and single mittens,
there were a few shorts and singlets. I pulled what once was a bright
yellow pair with an elastic waistband and handed them to him.

--These use to be mine once when I was a little smaller than I am now.
They'll be big on you but that's room to grow in.

I never did visit Seth's tree house but later in the fall I took this trio
on a couple of hikes and a camping trip. The camping weekend was in the
town forest, not too far from their homes really but it was enough to cook
over a fire and sleep in a tent. Johnny and TJ waited no time at all
getting into the same sleeping bag when we finally put the fire out after
an evening of ghost stories and walks in the dark woods. TJ was waiting on
Johnny's lead when his friend started to slide into the bag.

--Ain'tcha gonna take off your underwear like ya usually do? he asked in a
loud whisper.

Johnny flashed a look at me and then whispered something back to TJ. Once
in the bag there was enough moving around to make it clear they were both
nude before they settled down.

Seth on the other hand had an elaborate ritual of washing and dressing to
go through. Earlier he had insisted that his sleeping bag had to be on the
outside, against the side of the tent. It really didn't matter on which
side just so long as he could sleep with his back against the wall. It was
another of his mother's admonitions that whenever he went to bed he was to
sleep with his back against the wall. It was also her instruction that the
boy wash as best he could and dress in clean underwear and pyjamas. So I
was in the middle, lying on my back. The idle chatter had died, it sounded
like Johnny and TJ were asleep but in the dim shadows I could see the
rhythmic hip motion that told me volumes about Johnny's love for TJ. Then
Seth's hand touched my shoulder and he pulled himself close.

--I forgot my bear and I saw that you have one, can I borrow him.

--Sure Seth, I am sure he won't mind keeping you company but what will I
do.

--You can hug me if you want. I handed TravisBear over to him and then
rolled over to hug this boy who could play naked in his woods and
skinny-dip in the pond but had to dress to sleep.

In the morning he was up first, stripped and washing again in front of the
tent when I crawled out followed by one bleary and still nude Johnny. We
wandered off to pee in the grass and came back. Johnny did not seem to mind
that he had nothing on now but went to the tent and proceeded to pull out
his bag complete with a still sleeping TJ. He motioned to Seth and me and
soon we had TJ slid out of the bag lying on his back on the ground. There
was some question if he was really asleep. Seth brought a small towel, wet
with his washing water and while Johnny held his catamite's hand Seth
applied the wet towel. Even though the water was cold it had the desired
effect and a golden arch of pee issued from TJ's morning erection to splash
gracefully onto his chest. TJ woke sputtering his vengeance as Johnny was
telling me that he really likes it that way and the two went off to roll in
the grass. Seth rolled his eyes.

--I don't know why I always help him with that. I guess maybe it is fun to
watch but I don't know as I would like it done to me.

Through the Winter and into the next Spring I saw little of these boys.
Once Johnny went on a ski trip with me but this is Seth's story so I will
stick to that. So it was a lazy August afternoon that I showed up next. The
van was away north waiting in a friend's yard, today I was riding my
motorcycle. I was not there long enough to take off my helmet it seems when
Seth's bike slid to a halt beside me. Through the dust I could see his
tanned legs, a little longer than I remembered, but still protruding from a
pair of yellow shorts.

--Have you had those off since I gave them to you Seth? I hugged him.

--Were you just happening by?

--I smelled you! I been watching for you. Its just a year since the first
time I met you so I thought maybe you would come around again.

--Where are the others?

--Johnny's away at some church camp and TJ is visiting his grandparents. So
I have you all to myself!

--Well as a matter of fact I was just looking for a boy to give me a hand.
I am going to visit friends and I was wondering if one of you would like to
come with me.

His eyes flickered a bit at the anonymity of my invitation but he
brightened again as he remembered that there was no competition, the trip
was his by default.

--Would you have called me first if I didn't be here?

--Ooh... Loaded question Seth. Do you really want to know the answer to
that?

He did and I told him I would have called him first cos I thought our two
bears would get along well together and besides I didn't think I could pry
Johnny apart from TJ. He was full of questions then but I held off the
answers until I was able to get a beer. I wanted to check out my flet and
invited him up. As we sat high in the tree I remarked how clean the flet
was, usually there were leaves and twigs about and maybe even a bird nest.
Then I told him about riding north and visiting for a few days with friends
at a hunting cabin in the far north woods. We passed the beer back and
forth a few times and he told me what a treat it was to have me visit him
cos it was the only time he got to sip a beer. Then he lowered his eyes and
sniffed as if he were about to cry.

--You won't be angry with me if I tell you something I been doing will you.

--I could never be angry with you Seth. What could you do that you even
think I could be angry over?

--Promise you'll still like me and take me with you?

--I promise. He hung his head again and whispered almost that he had been
sleeping on the flet. That he'd snuck up near dusk more than once and slept
there alone. Just him and his bear and a blanket. And no pyjamas, just the
yellow shorts.

We arrived at the camp after a long day of riding most of which seemed to
be just the last few miles on the dusty gravel road. My street machine does
not like gravel roads nor do I. Earlier in the day we stopped at a few
special places for short walks and scenic views and then in the last town
for a little grocery shopping.

There were two pickups in the front yard, Ken and Ken were here, father and
son, and one large black Lab. The boy and the dog hit it off well together
right from the start. Lab had his nose up under the yellow shorts and was
getting acquainted while Seth was busy getting his helmet off. Then he
reached down and scratched the dogs smooth black head and pulled himself
away. Ken came out with beers and introductions all round and we all stood
and talked for a few minutes until Seth spied the pond. He went off to
explore with Lab, Ken and I went into the cabin. At supper that evening Lab
laid at Seth's feet and occasionally the boy would slip him a bit of meat.
After dishes I introduced Seth to the outhouse and explained that we mostly
would pee just off at the edge of the clearing. Lab trotted around sniffing
at the boy whenever he had a chance and Seth wondered if he could smell the
female neighbor dog from home. Ken and I had lots to talk about and Seth
was more or less on his own for a while. He laid down with Lab in front of
the fire in a pose I could not have done better had I tried to stage it and
was soon asleep. I covered him and went back to my conversations.

A while later boy and dog awoke together with the same thing in mind. Ken
let them out with a word of admonition: Don't stray too far, there's bear
in the woods. The dog may take off, let him go and come back. Seems to me
the dog liked Seth better than bear. They were out of hearing around the
first corner of the drive when Lab stopped to mark a tree. Seth did
likewise, just like Lab. A little here a little there. Then the dog was
sniffing at Seth's crotch again and the boy did not mind that. Sniffing,
licking. Soon with the pee so close Seth let it go in Lab's face and the
dog snuffed and sneezed and began to dance about. Boy and dog dancing in
the dark and presently the dog had his teeth in the yellow shorts. Seth
went down as the shorts tangled his legs and the dog mounted him. He could
feel the hot hardness of the dog poking at his bum and then the spray of
dog cum. Lab quieted and licked at himself and soon Seth was lying with the
dog in the dirt slowly edging his face closer to the object of his intense
interest. Dog licked at boy and boy licked at dog. Then a bellowing voice
called from the cabin and Seth found his shorts and put them on to go in.

His bedtime ritual was the same as when we went camping and soon he was
happily back against the wall on a lower bunk with Lab stretched out in
front of him. After the lights were out I watched Seth from my top bunk as
he quietly petted the dog until he fell asleep.

In the morning Ken and Ken were off to elsewhere and Seth and I would have
the cabin to ourselves for a few days. The dog was busy getting in a few
last licks when Ken whistled and he bounded into the pickup's cab. After
they left Seth turned to me and announced that he wanted to be a dog for a
while. My dog. He wanted to be like Lab and see what it was like. He took
off his yellow shorts and singlet and got down on hands and knees and
sniffed the ground. Then he dog-walked over to where I was and sniffed my
crotch. I could feel his tongue make a tentative flicker of exploration as
he pushed his face under my shorts. I scratched behind his ears and patted
his head. In the cabin I found one of Lab's old collars and fitted it
around the boy's neck and I found him some knee pads so he could run around
better. For a while he stayed out, ambling about the yard sniffing at
things and trying to pee like a dog to mark his space. I worked on cleaning
up breakfast and then sat for a second cup of coffee. The boy-dog came to
the door and woofed to come in. He attempted to drink some water from a
bowl and then went to curl up by the fire.

But then he turned back into a boy and sat up cross-legged and tried to
assure himself that I did not think he was crazy or weird. He told me about
last night and how he knew what Johnny and TJ did to each other. But he had
been warned off all those things by his mother and took her at her word.
Now he thought that by being a dog, not just playing at being a dog but
really being a dog as much as he could he would be able to try some of
these things. Without waiting for comment or reply from me he turned back
into a dog and came over to lay down under my feet. I let my feet touch
him, my toes stroke him, as I had watched him do to Lab. When I stopped he
would nuzzle and lick until I stroked and petted again.

After lunch, which he only just managed to consume from a bowl on the
floor, we went for a walk. When I took off my shorts he wanted to know if I
was going to be a dog too.

--No Seth, I'm gonna be a boy.

I always try to walk in my skysuit on nice days like this; I know some
other boys who like to walk this way too. The trail out back went a mile or
so through open wood to a small lake where we swam for a bit before walking
back over a small blueberry covered hill. At the lake he dog-paddled. Along
the way he tried like Lab to mark his territory with a little squirt
whenever the time seemed right. But mostly he walked like a boy and
occasionally even talked like one.

When we returned from the walk he was excited and went sniffing about,
rolling on the ground, nuzzling and licking my crotch, and then lying in
the sun for a few minutes before cavorting through the cycle again. I idled
away some time wiping off the motorcycle and for a few minutes the dog
became a boy to ask questions about how it worked and how fast it could go.
Then he turned back to dog when I walked away toward the edge of the yard
and the peeing place. I knew he wanted to be on the receiving end of what
he'd given Lab last night. He had been watching for his chance all
afternoon, keeping himself in a state of excitement and arousal and dogging
my steps as it were. Now he was lapping and snapping at my crotch, pawing
at my legs. Finally I let him have what he wanted. I pee'd in his face, on
his chest, in his hair; he sneezed and woofed and I patted his head but as
I turned to go back towards the camp he jumped at me from behind and pulled
me to the ground. His mounting was a frenzy of pent up boyish sex, his
thrusts were wild with no thought of entry although he did make a few fair
hits. Mostly his cum was spent on my legs and back and then he sniffed at
it and spread it around with a boy's fingers. When he was through I
wrestled and ran him to the small fire pond by the drive and we played in
the water.

Supper he again ate from a bowl on the floor. I thought this game would be
over by now but figured he wanted to make it a Day in the Life of a Dog.
There was also something quieter about him now, as if he were embarrassed.
He turned into a boy at my insistence long enough to help with the dishes
and then went to lay by the wood stove while I read and wrote in my
journal. After I went to bed he crawled over and leapt onto the bed and
curled up at my feet. I reached to pet him and say goodnight and he
responded by stretching out along side me. --I want to be a boy again now
OK?

--OK with me Seth, remember this was all your idea.

--Well I wanted to do some things my mother told be I could not do. Was I a
good dog today?

--You were a very good dog but I would much rather do all those things with
a boy than a dog.

--Why does my mother tell me I shouldn't? Do you want to do that to me now?

--I would not unless you asked me to. Remember the dog did not ask you, nor
me; that is one of the things that makes boys different from dogs. Your
mother is probly afraid you might meet some person who behaves more like a
dog.

--I've been wanting Johnny to do me. I know that's what him and TJ do every
night but I always wear my underwear and PJs and I guess he thinks I don't
want him to. But if he told me to take them off I would.

--Yes and then you could blame him.

--But now I am a dog so you can do me.

--No I don't do that to dogs, only boys and only if they ask me and help
me.

He thought about that for some long minutes. It was time for him to
consider if his mother really was always right and if he judged her wrong
in this matter his whole innocent childhood would fall apart. He turned
over and backed in closer. I put my growing erection between my legs and
let him nest in. For a while I petted him and stroked him like he had been
doing to Lab the night before. Then I dozed off. It must have been an hour
or so, I had turned away on my back, when I woke to him tickling and
thumping my chest.

--Ian, I've decided that maybe my mother is afraid for me and is trying to
protect me but I'm twelve now so I got to learn to be my own judge. Johnny
and TJ are OK so I guess me and you got to be OK too. Maybe it should make
a difference that your a man and I'm just a boy but I don't see why as long
as you don't behave like a dog.

--Wait a minute Seth, before you go too far, don't say just a boy like
that, it denigrates your Self. It makes you less than what you really are.
You are a boy, a real boy, a human child about to discover your sex and
take your first steps along the Way of becoming a man.

--Well, I want you to do me like Johnny does TJ.

--Do what?

--You know...

--Do you know the words and what they mean?

--Make love to me? Fuck me? Have intercourse? When men and women do it its
to make babies. Why do boys do it and why do men and boys do it? Can girls
do it?

--Whoa... slow down. Men and women don't always do it to make babies. In
fact if they did there would be a lot more starving children around, or a
lot less sex. Men and women have intercourse mostly cos there is some
instinctive need for it and since it turns out to be pleasurable they often
have to work at not making a baby. Boys do it together cos it is like
sharing and playing with new toys. Some men do it with boys cos it is
easier and safer than with women if they don't have a woman friend or if
they don't want the responsibility of raising their own kids. A wise Arab
once said: For children a woman, for love a boy. And yes girls can do it,
they use their fingers and sometimes they don't even need that. Sometimes a
girl can bring herself to orgasm just by sitting a certain way and rocking
back and forth.

--I seen Johnny's sister do that. When she watches the telly and I'm
sleeping over I seen her sit there like this and rock and twist and then
after a few minutes she will sort of shiver and relax. Sometimes she will
look over at me and smile. What does orgasm mean? Is that like come off.

--She may be dreaming about you being in between her legs. That is
something you have to be more careful about than men attacking you whilst
you sleep or hitch rides. If a girl is old enough to find pleasure in
masturbation and to look at you and smile then she is old enough to become
pregnant. If you are old enough to come then you can make her pregnant. But
neither of you is old enough, in this society, to raise children and make a
family. And yes, orgasm is when you come off, masturbation is when you do
it to your self.

--Well, I want you to fuck me. And I want to do it to you to, like Johnny
does.

--What does a girl have three of that a boy only has two?

--I d'know... not balls, girls don't have any... not boobs, unless they got
one hidden someplace... I give up. What?

--Places to put a boy's pecker. Perhaps I can show you some things that
Johnny has not thought of.

Ian sent the lad off to get a jar of Vaseline and lay back to think about
the last time he had initiated a virgin boy, and another time when the boy
had taken him for a tumble he welcomed but had not expected. Seth returned
to say the stars were really beautiful out and they went out to stand and
pee in the dark. It was a cool night and Seth held Ian's hand as they
watched for a shooting star.

--Is this like love Ian, what we're doing?

--Love is a complicated subject Seth. I love you but not special, or only.
I love you cos you are a boy, a boy looking to be loved and that makes it
easy; but you will find others to love and move from one to another until
you find your Way and your mate. We will remember each other. Like Blood
Brothers, we will be Cum Brothers and always carry a little of the other
within us.

They went back inside and Ian directed Seth to apply the Vaseline to his
cock and at the same time he placed some on his finger and loosened up the
boy's bung hole.

--OK Seth now turn around and squat back slowly, I'll help guide it in but
you do the work. Try to relax, take it easy, if it hurts then relax some
more.

Seth winced a bit at first entry but soon he was sitting on Ian's crotch
with the whole thing inside himself. Ian told him to get off and lay beside
him and then the man went into the boy again and they both were satisfied.
Then it was Seth's turn and so they reversed rolls. The youth was excited
at his first fuck and came quickly. His orgasm was a rush of colours and
tingling that he had only dreamed of before and he wanted to do it again
right away. Ian told him he probly could after a few minutes, boys are like
that, but men take a little longer to recharge, one of the penalties of
growing older. They slept curled up together.

In the morning they played and tickled a while before going out to pee and
roll in the dew wet grass. Then Ian led the stripling round to the outside
shower and they washed each other. He explained this was a part of the
ritual, this washing, like raccoons wash everything they are going to eat.

--Are you going to eat me?

--In a manner of speaking, yes.

--Am I gonna eat you?

--If you want to.

After washing they went to roll in the warm morning sun in a pile of chips
and sawdust from the wood pile. Presently they were covered with the stuff
and laughed at the sight of one another running about with wood chips
trailing behind. Ian lay'd the boy down again and lay beside him and
proceeded to pick and wipe the sawdust from the boy's pudenda. Seth
followed the example, raising a hard cock in front of his face as he could
feel his own arousal at the hands of his mentor. He knew in his heart what
would happen next. Epithets like cock sucker from school flashed across his
memory and he remembered once seeing a boy's feet sticking out from under
the stall door in a posture he thought meant someone was puking in the
toilet. He went to see if the boy was OK but was rebuffed and he could see
another boy in there through the crack in the door but could not tell what
they were doing. Now it was clear. He felt Ian's lips on his erection, a
soft raspy thing explored the slit in the end of his hardon. He felt
fingers on his balls and poking at his ass, stroking his thighs and nates
and he tried to follow those movements whilst enjoying the exquisite
feeling welling up in his body. He felt his hips begin to thrust as if on
their own and he knew he was fucking Ian's face just as he had fucked his
ass last night. His pleasure mounted and he wanted to be sure it felt as
good for Ian, that what he gave back was as good as what he was receiving.
He felt Ian's cock in his mouth and he explored it and caressed it with his
tongue. He felt it pushing in deeper and he balanced his breathing with the
thrusting and willed his self to relax. His hands were busy of their own
accord sliding over the hairy legs and through the nest surrounding this
thing in his mouth. His eyes opened and closed; he tried to see what was
happening at his other end and tried to imagine what it would look like to
someone else. Then in a great rush like that of last night he came into
Ian's mouth and almost before the last waves washed over him Ian came and
the boy tasted man cum for the first time and found it satisfying.

Ian let the boy out and continued to stimulate him with his fingers but the
boy just lay back and let it happen. Seth was trying to let the moment sink
in, to record every nuance of feeling both physical and emotional.
Presently he felt Ian suck him again and his second orgasm rolled him in
the surf of the sea of knowledge and he was not ever to be the same.