When I was fourteen, I had a job dog sitting for a neighbor. I was at their house, watching tv, when their dog, a Chihuahua, walked in, laid down on the carpet and started licking himself. There must’ve been a female in heat nearby, because he had an erection. And one of his parents must’ve been part horse, because I have no idea how that tiny little body supported such an enormous hardon without passing out from blood loss.
I was fascinated, being barely aware of s** at the time, let alone b*********; this was pre-internet, where only the truly perverse had any clue how to get a hold of truly fucked up p***. I know, the mind boggles, but there WAS such a time period. At any rate, my own s***** curiosity proceeded to bombard my mind with excuses why exploring his raging c*** was an absolutely fantastic idea, and he certainly didn’t seem likely to mind if I helped him, so I tried touching his c***. He was possibly the friendliest Chihuahua I’d ever met, before or since, which doesn’t say much if you’ve met a Chihuahua but regardless he was cool enough that he let me jack him off, and when I started sucking and licking, the noises he made all sounded like he was saying “keep going”. So yeah, long story short(or a bit shorter, anyway), that was the first of many dogs I’ve ever had s** with, even if it was strictly oral because trying to get him to mount me would’ve been a comedy show, and it was also the death of the already flickering flame that was my s***** interest in humans.