This story contains gay oral sex between a cub and a feral dog, deepthroating, gagging, first time sex, masturbation, dry orgasm, hands free orgasm, oral knotting, cum swallowing, anxiety, thoughts guilt and shame, and the risk of getting caught. If you don't like or can't handle these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle here.
Curiosity
Dexter looked up from his computer as he heard a knock at his door, the young squirrel briefly jolting in shock and almost falling out of his chair from the unexpected sound. “It's open,” he shouted, quickly closing the browser tab he had open for fear of someone seeing what was on his screen. He knew it was something he shouldn't be looking at, but with all the confusing feelings the 10 year old was dealing with lately, he just couldn't help it. 
His door creaked open and his mother poked her head in, spotting the boy in his chair. She couldn't help but suspect something was up, her son's natural honesty making it hard for him to hide things without looking nervous. “You okay, sweetie? You look anxious,” she asked as she walked into the room, seeing the boy's desktop with nothing open.
Dexter's eyes briefly went wide, guilt welling up in his chest as he nodded and tried to play it cool. “Y-yeah, I'm fine. I w-was about to call Charlie to play something,” he lied, trying not to start visibly sweating. He always hated lying, it made him feel awful inside every time. He always came clean about whatever he did wrong eventually, but this was something he knew he could never talk to her about. “What's up?”
“Your father and I are heading out to dinner now. Are you sure you'll be ok on your own for a few hours?” she asked, reaching down to gently stroke her son's long, dark gray hair as he looked up at her. She knew he would be fine, he was growing up fast, and she knew he was a responsible kid, but it always made her nervous to leave him home alone. 
“Y-yeah, I'll be fine, promise!” Dexter smiled up at his mother, leaning his head into her hand as she stroked his hair. “You guys go have fun.”
“Alright, sweetie. Did you want us to bring you something back, or do you want to make one of the pizzas in the freezer?”
Dexter sat and thought for a moment. He wasn't hungry at all right now, but he knew he would be starving by the time they got home. “Uhm, can you bring me back a chicken alfredo please?” he asked with a big smile. 
The woman smiled back, leaning down to give the boy a kiss on his forehead. “Of course, Dexter. We should be home around 7 or 8,” she said, giving him a quick pat on the head. “Try not to burn the place down this time, okay?” she added, jokingly.
Dexter briefly cringed, blushing in embarrassment through his light gray fur as he remembered the smell permeating the house from accidentally setting his toast on fire last time he was left alone. He'd learned his lesson, and he knew now not to leave the toaster unattended, but the shame of the moment never went away even months later. “No toast this time, got it,” he replied with an awkward laugh. “You guys go have fun, happy anniversary!”
“Thank you, sweetheart. Behave,” she said, leaning down to give Dexter a quick hug before pulling away and leaving the room, making sure to close the door behind her. She loved her son, and she trusted him, but it always made her sad when she knew he was hiding things from her. She was open minded, and she tried her best not to get too upset with the boy when he did something wrong. It helped that he always came to her eventually, but something felt different about today. She hoped he'd talk to her about it eventually, but he looked like a deer caught in the headlights when she opened the door. “He was probably just looking at tits or something,” she thought to herself. “I guess he is at that age. Maybe it's time for the talk...”
Dexter got up from his chair and crawled onto his bed, sneakily looking out the window as he watched his parents walk down the driveway and get into the car. He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath until they drove off down the street and he finally exhaled. He took a second to breathe before quickly getting up off the bed and running out his room, checking to make sure the front door was locked and he was really alone.
He felt a stirring in his pants as he checked the last room of the house, finally in the clear to get back to what he was doing before his mother induced heart attack a few minutes before. He ran back into his room and closed the door, quickly sitting back down at his computer as his heart started racing. He opened his browser and went to his history, clicking the last link he'd panic closed when his mom knocked. 
He knew this was wrong, he knew it was bad to be watching this and having these thoughts, but he couldn't help it. Ever since a few days ago when he heard someone make a joke about a feral dog's 'lipstick' he got curious and had to look up what it meant. The first picture he saw made his mouth go dry, a chill of excitement running through his whole body as he saw a large dog's knotted length on full display. He didn't know what it was about it, but the way it looked fascinated him, and made him harder than he'd ever been before in his young life. 
He'd spent the last few days looking at more pictures, and even finding videos of dogs mating, and it excited him to no end. The thought of his mom walking in and seeing videos of dog sex on his screen terrified him more than anything else, but he couldn't stop. He was hooked, and nothing else he watched had anywhere near the same effect on his prepubescent penis.
Dexter stood up and dropped his pants, quickly kicking them off to the side along with his underwear to relieve the uncomfortable pressure trying to hold his small, uncut erection down. While he scrolled, something new piqued his curiosity. A forum for people who liked ferals, a secret place for people like him. He clicked and scrolled through, the titles of many posts catching his interest, but one in particular made his heart skip a beat. “Does anybody else suck their dog's dick as a reward for training?”
The thought made him grimace at first. “Why would you put it in your mouth?” he thought as he clicked the post to read through. His brief twinge disgust quickly gave way to curiosity as he started to salivate from the pictures included in the post. He'd never seen people doing things with dogs before, it was always just dogs with each other, but the sight of the man in the forum post with his canine companion's pale pink penis in his mouth made his underdeveloped little length twitch harder than ever. 
Dexter kept scrolling, reading the rest of the post and the replies. It all sounded so dirty, so naughty, so wrong. He knew people weren't supposed to be doing that with their pets, but the thought of it tickled his brain just the right way. Just as he reached down to grab his painfully pulsating penis, he heard a sudden scratching sound at his door that made him scream out loud and fall out of his chair. 
He took a second to catch his breath as another scratch came, this time accompanied by a soft bark, his soul finally coming back into his body when he realized he was ok. He stood on shaky legs, clad in nothing but his baggy gray t-shirt as he walked over and opened his door. “Jesus, Rex. I thought my heart was about to explode,” he said with a laugh as he reached down to pet the family's friendly feral rottweiler. 
Rex barked happily, the playfully panting pup jumping up to lick at Dexter's face while the boy scratched his head. Dexter wasn't ready for the jump, quickly toppling backwards with a brief gasp and a giggle while Rex attacked his face with loving licks. Dexter loved letting the dog lick his face, never understanding why his mom always told him it was gross and he shouldn't let him do that. Rex was a dog, after all, and that was how he showed his love. Why should he stop him from showing love?
Dexter tried to sit up, groaning with effort as he struggled against Rex's weight. He let out a quick huff, and a perfectly timed lick from the dog made Dexter gasp in surprise as his feral friend's tongue briefly slipped into his mouth. The young rodent's face flushed crimson, his body stiffening briefly as his young penis throbbed excitedly. It felt weird, the canine's slimy tongue in his mouth, but something about it just felt so right. He opened his mouth slightly, holding it like that to let Rex lick him again, his playful puppy kisses intensifying as he licked faster and faster, making Dexter start to moan. 
Confusing feelings washed over the boy, feeling conflicted as he made out with his frisky feral friend. He started to lick back at Rex’s tongue as it slipped in and out of his mouth, the feeling of the pink muscle against his own setting his young mind on fire. Dexter closed his eyes, laying back down and grabbing Rex’s head, scratching him lovingly as he relaxed on the floor and let the dog do whatever he wanted. 
As he let the dog lick around in his mouth, Dexter reached down to grab his painfully hard uncut length and started stroking himself. He felt so naughty, and wrong, but it felt so much better than any other time he'd touched himself. His whole body tingled intensely, the boy feeling as though he'd fallen into a trance as he stroked his throbbing three inches. His small humanoid length twitched uncontrollably with every stroke as his foreskin peeled back and revealed his bright pink tip to the cool air of his room before covering it up again repeatedly. 
His body was on fire as he slowly masturbated, getting more and more into his makeout session as he stroked himself with one hand and scratched lovingly at Rex's neck with the other. His dog's tongue felt strange to him, a strong, soft and slimy appendage licking around in his mouth, but then he thought back to what he was looking at on his computer, and it was like a switch flipped on in his brain. “Maybe...maybe this is what that's like?” he thought, his brain barely working at this point as he was overwhelmed by the new intense feelings flowing through him.
He let go of his penis, his unsatisfied length twitching around alone in the air as it stuck straight out from his body, hard as stone. He reached up to Rex's head, struggling to push him away just long enough to sit up, the canine tilting his head in confusion as he looked at Dexter, his tail still wagging happily. Dexter sat and thought about what he was getting ready to do, struggling to fight off the shameful, guilty feelings pushing their way through his overwhelming excitement. He took a deep breath to steady himself, his curiosity getting the better of him and winning the fight as he slowly started to scratch and pet down the dog's back, working his way down and around towards his sheath.
Dexter gasped when his fingers made contact with Rex's sheath, the frisky feral's length already hardening slightly inside of it as the young rodent cupped it gently. The boy looked down to see what he was touching, his mouth watering as Rex bucked his hips into his grip and poked his pointy red tip out through the end of his sheath with a small spurt of clear, watery fluids. The small boy slowly tightened his grip, trying to get a feel of the dog's penis in his hand before he moved on to the next part. Rex bucked again, his ruby red rod rapidly hardening in the child's grip, half of it now sticking out from the end of its holster.
The young rodent felt himself start to tremble in excitement, the thought of doing something so naughty having far more of an effect on him than he'd ever thought possible. He stroked gently along with Rex’s thrusts, the canines large length now fully freed from its home as his knot ever so slightly began to inflate. Dexter couldn't believe his eyes, his feral friend's penis being significantly larger than he'd expected. He let go of the canine's sheath, slowly crawling to the side on the floor and reaching his hand for the dog's bare cock.
Immense heat radiated from the feral's thick 6 inch length as it bobbed around in the air, dribbling cloudy canine cum with every throb and pulse. Time stood still for a moment as Dexter bent down and brought his face closer to the dog's cock, the musky scent wafting off of it searing itself into the young child's brain and making his own underaged length throb. He took a deep breath before moving closer, his heart pounding faster and faster the closer he got until he finally pressed the leaking red tip to his lips and gave a tentative lick.
The small boy briefly grimaced and recoiled from the taste, not immediately a fan of the thin coppery canine cum spurting from Rex’s red rocket. “Well, I came this far already...he seems to like it, at least,” he thought to himself as he took another deep breath and opened his mouth to fully accept the pulsating appendage inside of him. His body tingled intensely as his feral friend's penis throbbed and spurted directly in his mouth, the preteen rodent's tongue quickly bathing in the metallic taste of his dog's watery seed.
He gagged briefly as another spurt of thin canine cum splattered against the back of his throat, but he quickly grew used to the taste as he pressed his tongue against the bottom of Rex’s cock. He slowly started to bob his head back and forth, not understanding why it started to feel good for him. Something about servicing his canine companion like this satisfied him in a way nothing else ever had. He didn't want those feelings to ever go away, and they only intensified the deeper he took his newfound lover's large leaking length into his mouth. 
Dexter's stomach twisted itself into excited, anxious knots as Rex's penis rested against the back of his tongue, triggering his gag reflex as he held it there and waited for the swimming sensation in his stomach to subside. The young rodent gagged again as Rex bucked his hips forward, shoving his tip straight down Dexter's unprepared throat, the little boy thankful he hadn't eaten anything recently as retched hard around the thick throbbing tube of turgid flesh. 
Despite the discomfort in his stomach and the newfound pain in his throat blocking his airway, Dexter's body felt more and more warm and electric as his excitement overwhelmed him. Rex continued to thrust in and out of the young child's face, panting happily as he got his rocks off inside of his owner's throat. The young rodent could barely breathe between thrusts, hardly able to keep up with swallowing the rapid flow of thin, cloudy semen constantly squirting from his careless canine companion's crimson cock. 
Dexter's underdeveloped length throbbed, twitching and tingling hard despite not getting any attention of it's own. He didn't know how to handle the intense sensations flowing through his body, his mind practically blanking as Rex had his way with his throat. He sucked when he could remember to, but his throat was sore and it was hard to control his body at all as he coughed and choked. 
Despite the immense discomfort in his throat and stomach, he didn't want it to stop. In his mind, he could have stayed there forever servicing his furry feral friend if it meant those wonderful intense sensations stuck around inside of him. It was his first time doing anything like this, and he was already addicted.
Rex stepped forward, his erratic thrusts picking up speed as his knot started to expand and stretch Dexter's cheeks. The little squirrel could feel the extra pressure in his mouth as another deep thrust forced a loud retch from his throat, a fountain of drool leaking out around the canine's shaft. It took more and more effort with every thrust to push the knot in and out of his stretchy squirrel cheeks as it continued to expand, Dexter groaning in discomfort as his jaw stretched wide. 
Dexter felt Rex’s thrusting stop as his knot forced itself inside one last time, his large leaking length lovingly locked in place as it throbbed harder and harder, a near constant stream of cloudy coppery canine cum careening down his throat as he continuously swallowed, struggling for a breath as he retched hard and choked. The young boy's body was taken over by a surprise sensation rushing through him, his mind completely blanking out as he convulsed, overwhelmed by an unexpected orgasm of his own as his small penis twitched and throbbed uncontrollably, trying its hardest to shoot out cum that he was still too young to produce. 
Dexter's lungs burned for air, that struggle only adding to the intensity of his hands free dry orgasm as every cough sent another intensely pleasurable convulsion through his entire body until it finally started to calm down. His mind flipped back on, and he quickly wrapped his hands around the root of Rex’s raging red rocket as he stretched his mouth wider and wider until he could finally pop his knot out and take a breath before he passed out.
The young squirrel laid flat on the ground under Rex, the feral's canine length still bobbing in the air and squirting semen onto the young child. Dexter gasped for air, turning his head to cough up a glob of dog cum and throat slime onto the floor next to him as he struggled to come down from his incredible orgasm. He never knew anything could feel that good, and the thought that he didn't even have to touch himself to feel like that just made it feel even better. He struggled to come down, his body still intensely tingly as he thought about the last few minutes. “Wow,” was the only thing he could say before he closed his eyes and exhaustion overtook him, still naked on the floor.
Dexter's parents pulled into the driveway, the pair happy to have had a wonderful anniversary dinner together. The boy's mother grabbed the bag of leftovers with his plate of pasta, walking just behind her husband as he unlocked the front door to let them both in. The pair headed into the kitchen, setting their stuff down as Dexter's mother reached into the bag to pull out her son's plate. “Dexter, sweetie, we're home! Come get your dinner!” she shouted down the hall, waiting a minute for a response before heading towards his room. She knocked on his door, the lack of response starting to worry her. She turned the handle and slowly opened the door, poking her head in. “Dexter? Are you in here?”