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My story

This is written for reasons of my own. Comment as you like, if you like, I
probably won't respond. No offense. People here have made up their minds on the
subject, I have nothing to add to the debate. I only have my story.

I was housesitting for my older brother-my eldest brother, all my brothers are
older as I am the baby-and regretting it already. It was too quiet and too
dark, and the TV and log fire only made the house seem bigger, emptier, and
spookier.

The Doberman slept closer to the fireplace than I would have thought
comfortable, and while offering protection, he was scary in his own right.
Dobermans, while handsome beasts, are not exactly cuddly and inviting. My
brother took great pride that his best buddy was a one-man dog, so when he
tried to sell the idea that D. (easier to call him an initial) had taken a
shine to me it rang false. Nevertheless, I actually *was* warming to him a bit,
that is, until the Akita incident. I heard this Godawful ruckus and ran outside
to find my brother trying to breakup a fierce dogfight by hosing the rioting
animals, and kicking the offending Akita, which had broken free, all the while
cursing the Akita's owner who had just arrived and was yanking madly on his
dog's leash. I can only imagine what would have happened had the other man's
wife not appeared when I did, or if my brother was not washing his SUV when the
attack occurred, and he had the hose handy. The women eventually calmed the men
who were still snarling after the dogs had long stopped, even after she offered
to pay the vet bill and the man reluctantly agreed. So, D. got a few stitches
in his cheek, walked with a limp, and now antibiotics and a phone relationship
with the vet and the Akita's owners were added to my doggy chores, and I was
more frightened than ever of my ferocious charge.

I was almost dozing, when, surprisingly, D. jumped on the couch and plopped
across my lap, which is what he does every night to my brother. I decided to
allow that, and got involved in a movie, which signaled to me that I was
finally relaxing. Maybe because he was injured, or because he snores, my fear
of him subsided, and I found myself absently patting his chest and stomach. At
some point I became aware of something odd, as my hand was nudged by a foreign
object, which, turned out to a nearly fully erect penis. D. didn't move except
for his eyes which blinked intermittently. I was startled and calm all at once.
The penis seemed very, very, naked, being so long and smooth and vulnerable
lying against his belly and didn't seem to even belong to him. Then, it was
gone. But not from my mind.

The next night D. slept by the fire, on his back, with his forepaws curled and
his legs flopped apart like a well-done Thanksgiving turkey. It didn't seem he
would be couch bound, probably due to the effects of the medication. I moved to
him and rubbed his chest and stomach. Everything became slow motion and unreal
as I touched the sheath. I pressed in little circles. The organ peeked out and
retreated. It seemed childish, innocent, natural, and thrilling-playing
peekaboo with this penis. At some point I decided that it was actually quite
attractive, sleek and pointed, and naked, and blatant. When a drop appeared, I
tried to keep it poised on the tip. When I lost it I made another. Lost that
one, and made still another. And then I lost myself. I went on automatic and
when I took it in my mouth it wasn't a game any more. And when I straddled him
and teased myself by rubbing against it, but not letting it in, like I did with
my poor first boyfriend, I was drunk on sensuality and came like a jerking
spastic. And when I finally took him in I thought I'd die.

My brother forgave D. for the soiled carpet (I could not get it in original
condition) blaming the antibiotics for his buddy's "accident". But now I had to
deal with crossing over a line I never expected to even approach. I know that
there will never be a repetition, as the circumstances can not ever be
repeated. But I will say that as far as my fantasy life goes, that episode
provides electricity like a nuclear reactor.

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