Southern Comfort by St. Bobo
Ah, man’s best friend. , Summer in the south was always unpleasant to me: hot, humid, and with very little to do. It wasn’t that I liked school; no fourteen year-old does. It was just that, without school, I was really the only kid my age living in my town. It was an old mining town, but the mine had moved on, leaving a small cluster of old houses and a few tired old stores on the main street. The highway no longer passed through, so there were seldom any visitors, and much more importantly to a boy my age, the girl in town closest to my age was four. At least when I went to school there were girls there, but I felt myself doomed to be a spectator, because they were all from the city to the west and I was nothing but a hick.
My mother, rest her soul, died when I was seven, so for half my life the only family I had was my daddy and the dogs. Daddy worked as a trash collector in the city, so most of the time it was just me and our four dogs: Fudd, the youngest, a droopy basset hound who seemed to be unable to do anything other than sniff things; Townes Van Zandt, named for the singer, whom everyone knew as TVZ because he was a common sight on anyone’s porch; the old hound Po, who had been my mother’s favorite and who was older than I, and the bitch, Jinni, a soft, likable dog, about knee-high, whose name was really Virginia Wolf, which I thought was pretty funny at the time, even though I didn’t know who Virginia Woolf was.
I mention them all because they really were like family to me, and they all thought I was a puppy because I had been running with them since I was old enough to know how. I used to run naked through the fields, laughing and tackling them, and they in turn would lick my face and jump on me and knock me over, and then Fudd would sniff my butt. A dumb dog, Fudd, but I loved him anyway.
But in the height of summer it was too hot to do anything other than sit in the house in my underwear with a fan blowing on me, and all four dogs would come and lie at my feet and pant. We couldn’t afford cable TV and being in a valley as we were, no one in our town could get much of anything on the rabbit ears, so usually I sat there and read.
Now it’s a myth that southern country folk are more conservative sexually; they may not show it off, but there’s just as much hanky-panky going on in a small town in the holler as there is in a big city up north. There were two boys other than me in our town, although to call them boys isn’t really accurate because they were more than old enough to shave, as people said. But they treated me like a kid brother, and it was from them that I learned everything I knew about women and carnality, as our preacher used to call it. They sometimes got nudie magazines from the city, and when they got tired of their old ones they would give them to me. I think my daddy knew about it but he never said anything; he even caught me once with my hand down my pants reading one behind another book, but he just grinned and left the room. I guess he figured that at least I wasn’t turning out queer from not having any women around. Truth was, I knew some “queers” and they seemed all right to me, no different from anybody else, but I had no desire to join them. I loved the female form too much.
So on those hot summer days when there was nothing else to do and my daddy was away in the city, I would sit in front of the fan and look at my copies of Playboy and Penthouse, worn from use and sometimes stained by unknown liquids, and I would imagine what it would be like to have a girl like the one in the pictures ready and willing. I loved their rear end shots especially, the ones where they were down on all fours and pointing their cute little backsides up into the air like they were waiting for me to come up behind them and stick my cock right in. Truth was, I was going crazy with no girls around and my balls were full to bursting.
The other thing I enjoyed watching, when it happened, was our bitch Jinni in heat. Whenever she was, that meant I would get to see some homemade porn, so I looked forward to it, even during the winter. Fudd and TVZ would go absolutely ape-shit over her while she would let them, and I got most of my biology lessons from seeing them mount her in turns, pumping away at her until they came and then a minute later popping out to let the other have a go. Watching that always made me harder than looking at pictures, truth be told, and I sometimes had to run for my room to grab something, anything, to cap over myself, otherwise I’d make a mess of the floor. Cumming brought momentary relief but it always left me longing for more, for a pussy to fuck.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out a plan of action. Actually, I never really planned it. It just started with an idea and then got out of control. One day I saw Jinni being fucked with great vigor by Fudd, and when his dick popped out, pale and huge compared to his size, Jinni turned and began licking it clean. I was so fascinated by this that I came without even thinking to get a rag, my spunk splashing onto my stomach and legs. I was a mess, and I was just about to go clean up, when I had the obvious thought. So before Fudd or TVZ could mount her again, I called Jinni over to me and stuck her head in my crotch.
This was obviously not the way to do it, because she shied away from me like she was spooked, or maybe just because she wanted to get back to her doggy debauchery. But I wouldn’t let her; I was hooked now and I had to know whether it would work or not. I let her head up from above my cock, which was surprisingly hard for having just cum, and I took a little of my jism on a finger and held it to Jinni’s nose. That worked better; she licked my finger and then licked it some more, and by slowly leading her back between my legs I transferred her attention from my finger to my crotch and stomach. She must have liked the taste because she started really going at it, licking me clean and then continuing to lick. My dick rose of its own accord and she licked that too. The rasp of her tongue on the sensitive tip made me shiver, but I didn’t want her to stop, it felt so good. I tried to stay as still as I could, and she licked down over my pubic fuzz and licked the dregs of my cum off my inner thighs and balls. I was quickly approaching orgasm again from all this attention, but I could feel it building in me much bigger than usual.
And then I was cumming again. I tried to keep my cock from splashing it all over the place, but Jinni just kept on licking me all over and so the jism went every which way. Some even splashed onto her nose, and she stopped and delicately ran her tongue up and cleaned herself, then went back to my now-flaccid cock and cleaned me. I was exhausted from cumming twice in such a short time, plus the second orgasm had been the biggest I’d ever had, so finally I pushed her away from my crotch and went to lie down. I could hear barking from the other room and then the telltale scrabble of Jinni being mounted again and the pant of dog coitus, but for once I was uninterested in watching. I was thinking about what had happened and how good it had felt, but I was still feeling unfinished and wanting more.