Those Crazy Humpy-Mouth Days - Sex Stories

Those Crazy Humpy-Mouth Days

... do with it and he said, "Because they got off." I asked what "got off" meant and he replied, "You know. Sex." I shrugged. "I don't get it. What does 'sex' mean?" "You don't know about sex?" I shook my head. The three of them laughed. "Then why do you do that with the dogs?" "Because . . . I don't know . . . it's funny and it's crazy and because they go after it so hard and so fast and they cling so tight and because they like doing it so much and no one else will let them do it like I will so I feel special." The scruffy one looked at me for a few seconds before speaking. "But, you have NO idea why males like doing it?" I shook my head. "You just do it because they like it." I nodded. "Yeah. But I don't know why they like it." He looked at his friends and then back to me. "Well, we're males too and ... uhhh .... there's something very much like that that we LOVE. Maybe you would feel good about helping us like you do those dogs. We would think you're very special." His statement confused me but I responded, "You mean you doing humpy-leg?" I laughed. "Now that would be funny. I've never seen or heard of that before." My laughter came from finding his statement very odd but also as an attempt to lighten a situation that seemed to have become a bit heavier. "No. Not exactly." He looked again at his friends. His hand lightly rubbed a bulge in the front of his jeans. "I . . . I don't get it then," I replied. He stepped forward and his hands went to my head and he pushed his bulge ...

... to the side of my face. "Like this. It's almost the same; just a little bit different. You like making those dogs happy. Be even better for you if you know you're making us happy, don't you think? This would make us all very happy." I was stymied. Frozen. I had no idea how to react. I had never imagined doing anything of the kind with any one. I thought it only mattered to dogs. Yet, it wasn't altogether off-setting. In fact, his flattery and eagerness and the fact that I could make him happy like the humpy-leg dogs made me realize that it might be a new window opening to do even more of what I had always loved to do, only I would do it with guys as well as dogs. I could at least try it, couldn't I? If I didn't like it or didn't see it the way he did, then I just would stop and not do it again. "Yeah, just like that," he gruffed. Another of the boys leaned down and spoke into my face. "Don't worry, no one will know. Long as we're getting what we like, we're not going to tell no one. Hell no! No way! No one else is going to horn in on it. Only ones who will know is us and a couple other buddies." Then the sruffy one stopped. He held my face tight to his groin but he was no longer moving. "You know, them dogs don't wear pants. It's better without pants. They do it bare so I wana do it bare. Be better for you too. You'll see." Almost instantly his warm cock was against my face and he was doing the humpy thing, not as fast and furious as the dogs but with the same kind of desire. ...