I realized my feelings many years ago. I was walking downtown round the historical district, where they have horse and buggy rides, and there was a massive work horse, who obviously was somewhat excited... I saw his great member hanging there and blushed, like I had just caught my father naked. Since then it's all I could think about.

It's good to know that there are other people who are into zoo. Actually i am very shocked that so many people are into this.

Sad thing for me though, I don't have the courage and oppurtunity to put in action my long held fantazies.

Take care guys and enjoy.

I don't really know. I think I slowly got into it.

I think there are many mitigating factors that contributed to me being a zoo.... I always had a fascination for horses, even as a kid. I found horses to be the most beautiful creatures on earth. The toned muscles, the slender legs, and the history of horses. They have given humanity transport, food, entertainment, and most of all (but least revealed) companionship.

And, like --2--, my childhood sucked the gay out of Liberacci's anus. >_< I was in a catholic schoo, in Singapore. Suffice it to say I had a deep resentment of my childhood and of humans in general. I was picked on a lot in school; bullies would try to goad me into doing something that got me into trouble, like telling the bullies to f*** off in front of the prefects. (The school prefects are pretty much students who have high grades and are given a 'commanding' status over students, especially during assemblies and such). This led to me getting in trouble with teachers, and being beaten with yardsticks on the hands. They weren't allowed to spank you, but they sure as hell could slap your hands with a ruler. I was made fun of because I'd flinch and cower everytime the teachers brought those yardsticks out. Some teachers were nice, and actually apologized for hitting me, but others felt they had the right to. One in particular yanked my ear to the point he nearly took it clean off just because I didn't bring $2 for a chinese magazine for a class excercise.

My parents didn't help with this matter neither, considering they wanted to keep me in the school, so they didn't press charges against the teacher. I spent most of my days after school hugging Tracy, my bull terrier. She would lick my face, and sit beside me outside the porch, as if she knew the hurt and pain I felt in my heart, and how lonely I was. She was my only friend, especially when my parents were fighting. With all these things happening in my life, it was extraordinarily difficult for me to trust anyone human. So my trust lay in my animal companions.

Moving from Singapore to Canada wasn't really helpful either in terms of forging my trust in humanity, because children, despite being "innocent" can be inherently cruel and vindictive little monsters, especially when it comes to culturally diverse individuals as myself. And... well.... I won't say too much, but over the years situations have brought me to trust humans less and less....

Then of course, there's the struggle with my sexuality and my... "religion", if you will... but that will be saved for another time.

ShireKahn,

It is always a pleasure to read your posts -- our experiences seem so similar.

My "5th grade" school teacher had a habit of inflicting his pain/torture by pinching the shoulder of the offending kid (causing great pain) and the one on the receiving end was sometimes me. One day I made one of my jokes and he walked over slowly and pinched both of my shoulders, one with each hand, lifted me off the ground (I was a skinny kid) and kicked me in the ass hard, with his knee. If he did that today he would be facing a Judge. My shoulders (and my ego) remained bruised for a long time.

But those days were different, we were terrified of him, that's how he operated. We kids were not all innocent either.

When animals are so full of love and some people are so full of hate, that makes the choice for us.

Being a little bit of a wayward kid, maybe some of them feared the worst for what would happen to me. But things turned out just fine! Except for, uhhh, you know...

:P

"Easy"

As far I've been able to tell, I was born that way. I've always had a special relationship with animals and I'm not the only one in my family that way. Sex was just the logical next step when I got old enough for it.
Bernard

:huh: How I got into being a zoo. The neighborhood dogs taught me. :lol: One I was out with a Dobie, and I was hooked. That was 28 years ago. I love it... :D :P

Hi,

Well, i dont know when i thought about it first, but i remember that the sexuality of animals was always obvious, and that when i learned how you had sex with a woman i wondered, just in a biological sence, what different animals could have sex with which others (people included). After a few years, i three or four mares in a feild, and started to masturbate. i don't know why but i did it in broad daylight, just pulled up a log, stood up on it and pounded away to orgasm. that was my first time with an animal, and i loved it. it was wonderfull and i knew i would do this again. since then i have been able to get out to a relatives ranch a couple times a year where i always try to get it into a mare at least once. i'm in freno and my email is
[EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PRIVATE MESSAGE SYSTEM] if anyone wants to talk. i've only ever met one other zoo, who doesn't even know i am one. it would be good to talk to anyone near or in fresno :)

sharing of experience - moved to zoo (a year or so late :lol:

having split from my ex I dated several guys, one guy wanted to sleep with me straight off & I said no, & he called me an old dog, amongst other things.I went around to a male friends house (who had slept with me in the past) & I was pretty upset. We both got pretty drunk & I remember him saying that if the guy thought I was an old dog perhaps I should :censored: like one. I thought it was a big joke but was so drunk thought it wouldn't go all the way.I remember his dog licking me & thinking that was it. My friend got me to get on my hands & knees so his dog could lick me better, (so he said). His dog climbed on me & I remember thinking it's big joke & it will stop now.I felt his dog shooting what I now know to be precum at me, & my friend guieded the dog into me. Next thing I realised the dog was humping me & not only was it my first time with a dog but he gave me his knot. Did I enjoy it ? Well I was sick after (but was very drunk) & did go & see my friend a couple of days later & now I have 2 of my own :wub:
:heart: Lisa

For me it was sweet and simple. After watching my family's dogs (A male GSD and a female Rottie) accidentally tie up, my curiosity was piqued as to how they got stuck like that. Later I let the shepard mount her again, but let him believe my hand was her pussy. After I saw his cock in it's 'maxed out' glory... I was hooked.

But that shepard was more of a best friend to me than a sexual partner, so it was quite a few years later before I was able to have my first experience.

Females are a slightly more complicated story. After that faithful day I was hard up to bury myself into an wanting female pooch. But even when I found females wanting that sort of attention, I lacked the exerience to pounce on the situation. And lately, I haven't found a female large enough to handle more than a few fingers.

A reminder to all.....please don't forget the rules. Any discussion of underaged sexual activity, whether it's past tense, present, or future, could get you in serious trouble.

This is a good thread, but let's keep that in mind.

Thanks
Neece

In my case, it happened this past New year's eve at a party at my husband's boss's house. Everyone got pretty drunk, and my husband actually fell asleep (or passed out). Brian (my hubby's boss) had been flirting with me all night, and we ended up in his bedroom together. After he had finished doing me (he was incredible!!!) his dog jumped on the bed and started to lick me, lol One thing led to another and Brian helped me get on my hands and knees and guided his dog in me. I never came so many times in my life!!!! My husband never found out, and Brian has been asking me when I can do it again. I haven't yet, but the temptation is definitely there! Love, Kellie

I think it started with me when a friend's dog's cock peeked out of the sheath. It's not a discrete colour and kind of drew my attention. Being a curious kind of fellow I noted it and wondered at the difference between me and him. Granted I was quite young at the time but surfice to say that nothing happened for years, I was 27 when I finally owned a dog of my own and although I didn't get him with the intention of persuing the matter when it came to it, seeing his cock (as must surely happen to every dog owner!) lead from looking to touching and then to sucking :blush: and he seemed only too happy for it to go on to .. um that word I can't use (which seems increadibly prudish concidering the subject we're here for! What do we do??? We can't say :lol: Ah Humans, when will we get our act together?

While I'm at it. I got my dog from a home (pound I guess in the US) and this was in the days before they all concidred it their duty to lop of any remaining balls (a hideous thing, but then again, humans :sighs:) and to my mind he knew damned well what was going to happen, seemed well up for it. Made me wonder if his previous home had been as accomodating as I was.

Alas a few years later I moved and ended up in a house that didn't allow pets, he had to go back to the home and I've not had a dog since :(

Funny story, actually. It was kind of a chicken and egg thing I suppose. A horny dog was trying to mount me, and I just let him. Long before that I'd had sexual thoughts of horses. After the dog I wanted to not feel gay, and tried female animals (not even thinking about anything wrong with animals), figured I must have to be something with people, tried them, and pretty much I'm still attracted to equine, all the while with people having exclusive real relationships with stallions, and flings with mares. I got married too, trying to be "normal", and tried to stay away from horses all together. I'm still in the same spot. It reminds me of how schools used to punish students for writing with thier left hands. Didn't work. If you're left handed, you're left handed. So, I talked to people I knew to be zoos for the first time ever, got ridiculed for that, but got leads to beastiality sites, bounced around for about two years on them, and finally found this place actually looking for something else. That's the zoo I am today, with a lovely wife, and a lovely horse, neither of which I have any sex with right now, but I'm very, very happy with, and in a community where I finally don't feel like a goul for being myself, and giving myself a better appreciation for myself, my true blue friends, and my family.

OK, probably not what you wanted. I'll pick how I lost my virginity. I was petting the neighbors dog sometimes, giving him belly rubs occasionally. It was in an alley well overgrown with weeds, so it was easy to just go over to the weeds to get out of site. Alright, I was already zoo, really, so petting his belly, with no one else watching, I'd pet his sheath and balls too. No harm there. After about a week or so (the smart dog he was) instead of just rolling over, he started to hump my arm. It took me a little more convincing. Going by one warm summer night, I went to pet him, and half intended to do more then pet him. He mounted my arm; I don't really know what I was thinking, but I put my head down there and gave him head. That went over big! Then I avoided him for about a week (got shy. Liked it, but got shy) When I went back, I let him do what he liked. By that time I knew he liked the taste of his own semen, so I just spit on my hand, and masturbated while he licked my genitals. Great fun, but three days later he was gone, maybe looking for me, trying to get laid, who knows. By that fourth time he was straining pretty hard on that chain trying to get to me. He was one horny dog. So, I always had zoo tendencies, but a horny dog conviced me it was O.K. to have those feelings. Wiser dog then many people. I can't really count that as a real relationship, and I can't say I think very much about dogs either. I count that as a one time fence hopping sort of thing, and it's all grown from there.

My very first thought I can remember was of a carriage horse as well. I've wanted to drive a carriage ever since. For me, my whole life, it never has seemed dirty.

This post has been edited by grumpygoat on Feb 15 2006, 01:14 AM