the first time I’ve ever seen anyone actually take one of them into his room.
There were three dogs which hung around our campus regularly. Lollie and her brother, who was owned by another teacher at the Academy, and Bandit, the German shepherd that was owned by the neighbor kid Danny, were all friendly toward the students and were usually willing to retrieve a ball or two or just sit and be petted. These dogs were a constant presence in our lives at the Academy. In fact, one morning, while I was on my way back to my room after breakfast, I stopped with a couple of other guys on the basketball court in front of my dorm to watch Bandit as he roughhoused with Lollie. At first I thought that Bandit was trying to pick a fight with the young lady. But in no time he had her down and then to my astonishment, he nailed her right there in front of all of us. At the age of thirteen, seeing a sex act performed practically at my feet, even if it was between two animals, had a powerful effect on my hormone-filled body. I’ll skip the details about what followed, other than to admit that my reaction to this incident, once I was inside and alone, wound up making me a few minutes late for my first class that day.
In any event, once I was seated at my desk and working on my paper, I began to hear some odd sounds coming from the room at the end of the hall. Lollie barked a couple of times, and I could hear the Block trying to quiet the animal down. I could tell also that this kid in room four had opened his window as well, because I was hearing these and other sounds come to me through both my door and my window.
After a bit, things seemed to quiet down once more, so I tried yet again to shift my mind to the homework assignment at hand. But as soon as I began to write, I could hear consistent, almost rhythmic banging and squeaking sounds begin. Quickly I put down my pen and sat back in my chair to see if I could sort out what the heck was going on now. As I focused my attention to this new interruption to my afternoon of study, I concluded that I was hearing a metal bed frame being pushed consistently against an inside wall. The Block has his bed slid up into a corner against an inside wall and his window, I recalled.
In no time, curiosity had the better of me and I decided that I had to find out what was happening. So I got up out of my wooden captain’s chair and I walked quietly down the hall until I was standing right outside the door to room four. As soon as I was still, and while the banging and squeaking continued, I was able now to discern that the squeaking sounds I was hearing were being made by bed springs. And on top of that, I now could hear Lollie uttering a sort of doggie groan with every exhale. “Rr, rr, rr, rr!”
/ can’t believe this! My senses were defying my ideals of decency and proper behavior. By this time in my life I had heard jokes about Shepherds and their sheep, but what I believed was now occurring on the other side of that door, went well beyond any concept of sexuality that I had ever before encountered.
“Rr, rr, rr, rr!” Lollie continued her groans.
The more I heard these sounds, the more my curiosity grew until I reached the point where I decided that I had to know for sure what was going on in that room. He can’t be doing that… The whole idea seemed too impossible to be true. And so I walked back down the hallway to the east door and I left the building.
I had it in my mind to walk along the wide earthen ledge out behind our floor in a casual way, so I would appear to be just out for a break from my studies to get a bit of fresh air. And as I began to pass slowly by the windows, I was just as eager to disprove what I thought was taking place as I was to prove it. As I advanced along the back side of my dorm, leaves on the ground crunched under my feet which no doubt announced my approach because once I was along side the opened window to room four, and before I could make myself turn my
There were three dogs which hung around our campus regularly. Lollie and her brother, who was owned by another teacher at the Academy, and Bandit, the German shepherd that was owned by the neighbor kid Danny, were all friendly toward the students and were usually willing to retrieve a ball or two or just sit and be petted. These dogs were a constant presence in our lives at the Academy. In fact, one morning, while I was on my way back to my room after breakfast, I stopped with a couple of other guys on the basketball court in front of my dorm to watch Bandit as he roughhoused with Lollie. At first I thought that Bandit was trying to pick a fight with the young lady. But in no time he had her down and then to my astonishment, he nailed her right there in front of all of us. At the age of thirteen, seeing a sex act performed practically at my feet, even if it was between two animals, had a powerful effect on my hormone-filled body. I’ll skip the details about what followed, other than to admit that my reaction to this incident, once I was inside and alone, wound up making me a few minutes late for my first class that day.
In any event, once I was seated at my desk and working on my paper, I began to hear some odd sounds coming from the room at the end of the hall. Lollie barked a couple of times, and I could hear the Block trying to quiet the animal down. I could tell also that this kid in room four had opened his window as well, because I was hearing these and other sounds come to me through both my door and my window.
After a bit, things seemed to quiet down once more, so I tried yet again to shift my mind to the homework assignment at hand. But as soon as I began to write, I could hear consistent, almost rhythmic banging and squeaking sounds begin. Quickly I put down my pen and sat back in my chair to see if I could sort out what the heck was going on now. As I focused my attention to this new interruption to my afternoon of study, I concluded that I was hearing a metal bed frame being pushed consistently against an inside wall. The Block has his bed slid up into a corner against an inside wall and his window, I recalled.
In no time, curiosity had the better of me and I decided that I had to find out what was happening. So I got up out of my wooden captain’s chair and I walked quietly down the hall until I was standing right outside the door to room four. As soon as I was still, and while the banging and squeaking continued, I was able now to discern that the squeaking sounds I was hearing were being made by bed springs. And on top of that, I now could hear Lollie uttering a sort of doggie groan with every exhale. “Rr, rr, rr, rr!”
/ can’t believe this! My senses were defying my ideals of decency and proper behavior. By this time in my life I had heard jokes about Shepherds and their sheep, but what I believed was now occurring on the other side of that door, went well beyond any concept of sexuality that I had ever before encountered.
“Rr, rr, rr, rr!” Lollie continued her groans.
The more I heard these sounds, the more my curiosity grew until I reached the point where I decided that I had to know for sure what was going on in that room. He can’t be doing that… The whole idea seemed too impossible to be true. And so I walked back down the hallway to the east door and I left the building.
I had it in my mind to walk along the wide earthen ledge out behind our floor in a casual way, so I would appear to be just out for a break from my studies to get a bit of fresh air. And as I began to pass slowly by the windows, I was just as eager to disprove what I thought was taking place as I was to prove it. As I advanced along the back side of my dorm, leaves on the ground crunched under my feet which no doubt announced my approach because once I was along side the opened window to room four, and before I could make myself turn my
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