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Send to FriendI'll never know what Frank Calist truly saw in me. Everyone else always viewed me as nothing more than a geek, a freak, and a Satanist and avoided my presence whenever possible. I made everyone uncomfortable, and perhaps that is why I was so appealing to Calist.
Frank Calist was the meanist motherfucker on earth. Everyone was scared to death of him. Even I was scared to death of him. But I loved the guy all the same, because eh treated everyone else like the dogshit he'd just scraped off the hell of his boots.
Calist once had a job at Burger King, and as he prepared the food for the customers, he would always make it a point to spit in everyone's burgers. It didn't matter who you were; if you went to Burger King and he was the one to prepare your food, your burger was coming with a huge wad of spit and mucous between the buns and the meat. He had even done that to his own mother's food at one time. It didn't make a damn bit of difference to him. We're all scum in his eyes; amazing how much the two of us had in common. Needless to say, he didn't last too long at Burger King. But that's another story entirely.
Some of Calist's school activities had been: Dunking some of the kids heads in the toilet and flushing. Forcing other kids to drink a cup full of his piss. Defacating in one of the drawers of the assistant principle's desk. Lit a kid's pants on fire. Lit a kid's head and face on fire, for which he was expelled from school, but I still had kept in touch with him...for a little while, anyway.
Oh, we had some great times together!
One time there was this fourteen-year old dorky freshman with thick glasses and braces named Harvey (I don't remember what his last name was anymore). Calist and I got this dork big time one day when Harvey was walking home from school. Poor bastard was traumatized big time, and I wish desperately that I could catch just a glimpse of the pussy's heavy therapy bills. I swear, I'd die laughing!
Its amazing what you can convince someone to do if they truly believe that their life is in jeopardy. We weren't going to really kill the prick. It was just a prank, a bluff. But it was a very convincing bluff. Harvy no doubt believed that Calist was going to snuff the worthless crybaby out as Calist held the blade of the switchblade to his throat and Harvy had pissed his pants thoroughly, stuttering and sweating profusely.
Calist would have made Harvey fuck a Rotteweiler if he could. But you know how Rotteweilers are, and that just wasn't feasible. So he got a small beagle instead, because the beagle was much more docile. Calist stole it from the neighbor's backyard. He gave Harvey his instructions, and Harvey immediately got down to business.
Calist and I couldn't believe our eyes. Harvey was really going to do it, was really going to commit this heinous act of beastiality for our simple amusement. We couldn't help but laugh our asses off as we watched Harvey pull his urine-soaked pants and briefs off and then proceeded to instert his penis into the dog's vagina. His member remained completely limp and he was crying shamefully, his face blushing brightly. He couldn't even keep his eyes open. I could tell that this was a very degrading, humiliating experience for him, and that made it even more enjoyable for me. The dog moaned miserably, and the kid continued crying as he forced himself to go through with this horrible act, knowing that he would die if he didn't. And as I continued to watch this pathetic display, gradually, it was my penis that began to harden, and I began to have lustful thoughts not for the dorky freshman, but for the moaning bitch he was fucking, and not very well, either. It was as though the kid were completely impotent. As I watched, I slid my hand deep into my pants, closing my fingers around my fully erect member and began to jerk off in deep reverie. Calist shot me a peculiar glance, but said nothing. Finally, I could take it no more; the lust had taken full control of me, and I had to take a stand!
"Outta my way, wuss, and let me show you how a man does it!"
Words can't explain how horny I had been at that moment. I readily threw off my pants and underwear, shoving Harvey aside. I grabbed the smelly beagle and forced my fully erect cock deep into her vagina, hearing the bitch now yelp, bark, and shriek, as though it were in great agony, which I had probably put her in, as I pumped my penis in and out of her pussy lips, her cries of pain growing louder and louder.
"Jesus Christ, Johnny, what the fuck?!" I heard Calist yell from a distance, but my passions and natrual urges had taken control of me fully, and it was too late to stop, too late to turn back now. I had to go all the way! "You're not supposed to be doin' that, you fucked up son of a bitch!"
It was when I finally orgasmed, moaning pleasurably as the beagle howled shrilly, and I sprayed my semen all over her stomach, that her owner finally burst out of the her house, hearing the commotion outside. She had been an old hag, nearly bald on top, with thick glasses, and had these huge hearing aids over her ears because she was going deaf. I'm almost surprised she had heard anything at all.
For a second longer, Harvey stared at me in disbelief for what he had just witnessed. Then he turned around and ran straight home as fast as he could, covering his face in great shame, and completely forgetting his pants before high-tailing it out of here as fast as his scrawny legs could take him.
Calist was completely dumbfounded by what I had just done. He never spoke to me again after that day.
And as for the old lady, she was completely horrified upon realizing that I had just raped her precious dog. Her eyes were raised in shock and her mouth hung open, but she could utter not a sound except for a few incoherencies. I can't even begin to imagine what must have been going through her mind right then and there. Was she considering making a phone call to my parents? A call to the police, perhaps? She just couldn't possibly fathom what had just happened, or how anybody could have done such a heinous sexual act on an animal like that. Finally, the old woman could take no more; she fainted, fell forward, cascading down the stairs of her porch. The loud crack of her breaking neck as she hit the bottom of the stairs was the final highlight of that erotic experience, perhaps one of the most wonderful days of my entire life.
And that, my friends, is how I lost my virginity.
March 20, 2002