Chapter 7
Animal Friendship
"Damn everybody," said Nick. He was speaking to his psychiatrist. "Why are people bugging me? I don't bother them. Half the guys I know did it to animals so what's all the fuss about? My family thinks I'm a degenerate ... that's what they called me. They're a bunch of hypocrites. Anyone growing up on the farm has at least thought about doing it to an animal. What's so bad about that? Are humans so wonderful? Let me tell you some of my best friends are animals.
"You'd have to have lived on a farm to know just how lonely it gets. I'm an only child and I have to walk for miles before I find someone to talk to. When I was a kid I used to talk to the animals like Doctor Doolittle. I even thought they talked back. That's how lonely I was for companionship.
"I didn't get sexy with animals until I was in my teens. One of my chores was to milk the cow. In the cold morning I used to snuggle up to the animal to get warm. When I pulled on its teats it was like jerking off. I guess that's what it feels like to everyone who ever milked a cow, male or female. I'm only bringing that point up to show you that it is easy to think of sex when you're with an animal.
"Our cow, Elsie, was more like a pet. We never sold the milk we got from her but used the stuff ourselves. I loved that cow ... and I mean loved. I used to do my homework in her stall because it was something warm and alive to be with even though she didn't talk. I was fourteen when I took off all my clothes in the stall and let Elsie lick my whole body. I let her get thirsty first and then I poured water all over myself. The cow licked every part of my body with her big, thick, rough tongue and it thrilled me. I stood up on a box in front of her and let her lick my can. Then I turned and poured some more water over my sex. When she licked me there I got a hard-on and I shot my load.
"Not everyone gets licked from head to foot even by a human. This is called an around-the-world job. I used to think of how it would be for a girl to lick me that way or how it would be for me to lick a girl's naked body from head to toe. What's wrong with that? Everybody has those kinds of hopes. I'm just being honest about mine.
"There was this girl at school I was wild about. She was a beautiful red head with very white skin. I used to wonder what she looked like naked. Did she have red hair between her legs, I wondered? I was too frightened to ask her for a date because she was so damned popular with all the other guys. One day I was swimming at a pool with a lot of the kids and over comes the red head wearing a bikini. I get a hard-on right away and it shows with my tight trunks so I dove into the pool to cool off.
"The girl fell asleep on a bench and I just looked at her white body getting sun burnt. I wanted to lick her just as Elsie had done to me. When I sat next to her I ran my tongue along her legs and this woke her up. 'You dirty little bastard!' she yells. 'Get away from me!'
"This brings over three of her boyfriends and they beat me up. I went home with a bloody nose and all the kids at school started talking about me after that. I was pegged as a creep. Once you get a name like that you can't shake it off.
"I didn't have any friends at school and after what happened at the pool, it looked like I was never to have any so I just stayed around the farm a lot. I needed to screw like everyone else but the only females I could have without trouble were the animals.
"When I was sixteen I first did it to Elsie. I stood on a box behind her; I stuck my dong into her vagina. It was very big and wide and I went all the way in without any problems. The cow looked back at me with her huge, brown eyes wondering what I was doing. She seemed to like it because she didn't move away. I grabbed hold of her body and rammed back and forth. I shot my load and the cow hardly paid attention to me. She just lowered her head and chewed on some hay.
"It was more exciting doing it to the horses. We had a couple of mares that did most of the heavy work on the farm. We were too poor to afford a tractor. Once I had the animals way out in the field and I rested under a shade tree with them. It was boiling hot and I already had my shirt off. No one was in sight so I took off the rest of my clothes. I stood in the shade watching the tired mares scratch their backs by rolling around on the ground. I could see their sex openings and I started to get a stiff one. I walked over to the first mare and held its rear legs steady. Then I bent at the knees and shoved my thing right into the sex hole. The mare was a tighter fit than Elsie and she seemed to enjoy it more. The horse wiggled back and forth as I rutted and when I let loose, she snorted loudly. The next day I took the animals back to the same spot and screwed the other horse. That made three females I banged on the farm and I started looking around for more. I wanted to see just how many animals I could rut.
"We had a bunch of pigs that we raised and sold to butchers, our only real money stock. Pigs are really clean little animals and they only roll around in mud to be protected from the sun. Their hides are thin and pretty tender so they have to use mud and dirt as clothing. Pigs may seem to be pretty disgusting animals but they are brighter than dogs and just as affectionate. I took one of them up to the hay loft and stripped off my clothes. The pig sniffed around my body and touched me with her tongue. I rubbed my hand over her vagina and the creature snuggled into my lap. When I slipped one of my fingers inside she got excited. I got excited myself and I tried to push the head of my sex organ into the animal but I was just too big for her. Still wanting to have some sex I licked her opening and pushed my tongue in while I jerked off.
"After I did it with all the pigs I screwed the hens. I liked the birds because they gave me just the right kind of fit as small as they were. Every farmer knows that an averaged-sized human dong can fit up inside a chicken without much effort. One of the best ways to do it to a chicken is by shoving in and then letting the bird fly off. As it flaps its wings you shoot your load.
"By the time I was seventeen the only female I didn't do anything sexy to on the farm was my mother. When I graduated high school I was even more alone than ever because I wasn't going on to college and there were no more girls my age within five miles of the farm. That's when I started getting nervous. I didn't want to go through life doing it just to animals. I wanted a human female.
"To work up courage I got drunk in a bar in town and then went out looking for girls. When I talked to them they ran away because I was so loaded. Then I saw a woman with a big can waiting for a bus. She reminded me of Elsie, the cow. I grabbed her by the ass and she screamed. When I ran away the police picked me up and I was charged with molesting the woman and being drunk. The woman dropped her charge after awhile because she just didn't want to appear in court. The judge gave me a suspended sentence on the drunk charge. I now had a record and a bigger reputation as a creep. It got so I became a hermit on my own farm because I was afraid to go to town and be pointed out as the character who grabs women in the street.
"Only the animals gave me any pleasure. I still soaked myself with fresh water to let the cow lick my entire body and I still fingered the pigs. The mares became so used to me screwing them that they just naturally rolled over on their backs when they saw me. I raped so many chickens that the birds ran away as soon as I came walking along. It was kind of nice to have females run in fear from me. It was also kind of nice to have two such big broads like the mares spread their legs anytime I wanted them to. Elsie, my first and best love, now licked my body and let me bang her as a matter of course. To humans I was a flop but, to these animals, I was a great and fearsome lover.
"As much as I tried to get all my satisfactions from animals I couldn't. Every time I looked at a naked girl in a magazine I went out of my skull with longing. I spent hours in the hay loft with nudist magazines jerking off while imagining myself naked, too and with them. I didn't want to be an animal-screwer but that's what I was becoming despite myself.
"One day, after letting the cow lick my body, I decided to end it all. If life was going to be so lonely I'd rather check out of it as soon as possible. The minute I made up my mind to commit suicide I felt happier. Now I was certain I didn't have years and years of loneliness staring me in the face.
"I wanted an easy death because there was no use torturing myself any more than I had been. I ruled out hanging because that seemed too unpleasant. I thought of drowning myself in that pool where I had gotten into trouble before with that redhead but there were always some people there. Then I decided to cut my wrists and let myself bleed to death. The only pain would be the razor cuts but, after that, there would be no feeling at all.
"I went up into the hay loft where I had spent so much time thinking about sex and sliced my wrists open. Blood gushed out and I knew it wouldn't take long. I watched the blood make the hay red and Elsie, my best friend, looked up at me with her big, brown eyes. She knew that something was wrong.
"I started to get weaker and lay back in the hay to wait for death. My eyelids grew heavy and the barn began to spin. I felt very happy. I would never have to suffer again.
"The first sound I heard was my mother crying. I felt certain that I was at my own funeral. But, I wasn't. My father had come into the barn looking for me and had wrapped up my wrists just in time. He called for a doctor who had stitched my wounds closed. I was in a hospital and getting a blood transfusion. The doctors told me that I had come within an inch of death.
"My parents wanted to know why I had tried to kill myself but I just couldn't tell them. When they insisted I let them have the whole story and they looked at me in disgust. 'I knew that you were never right in the head, Nick,' my father told me, 'but I never thought you were a degenerate.'
"'The next time I try to kill myself don't stop me then,' I answered. I tore the stitches open and started to bleed once more.
"As much as my old man hated having an animal-screwer for a son I was the only heir he had so he called for the doctor again. This time I was kept in a mental ward for awhile until my wound healed.
"I see psychiatrists twice a week but I really need to see girls. With two suicide tries behind me I'm considered more of a creep than ever so human females avoid me like poison. The longer I stay around this hick county the worst things get for me and that's why I'm going to move once I get enough cash together. There just has to be a girl out there for me ... there just has to be ... If I go back to donging animals again I think I'll kill myself. The next time I'll be sure there's no one around to save me to go on living in this miserable world."