Dogstyle

We were told as kids about the birds and the bees and how babies are born by referring the whole magic of creation to the flight of the ignorant storks. It was the easiest explanation a parent could make when the million dollar question "Mommy, where do babies come from?" is raised.

Sex and intercourse will always be a taboo subject. Nobody in his right mind would reveal the whole shebang to a seven year old boy who is curious about certain mysteries.

I don't know about you but I've learned the secrets of procreation ahead of time. Growing up in a family where porn magazines are kept on the highest ledge in my dad's private quarters, or squeezed behind the row of books in an easy-to-pick spot near the bed have its merits.

As early as grade five, I've already read The Joy of Sex by Alex Comfort. It was carelessly left in one of the bookshelves in the master's bedroom. I may not be able to absorb the words completely but the diagrams helped. The workings of the sex organs were discussed, as well as the sexual positions and how babies develop from the tadpole and the egg were covered.

For this reason, when sex education was first introduced in grade six, the perverts in the class were laughing their asses out, while I sat quietly in my chair.  "Kids," I must have said.  "When will you all grow up?"

Of course, I would always refer to sex as "kantot" the moment I stepped foot on the school bus.



Now lets turn the clock backward, when browsing my dad's stash of porn magazines was my favorite  pastime. I was six or seven years old at that time. I have no idea why the girl had to put the boy's "bird" inside her mouth, or why the girl opened her mouth in sheer pleasure when the boy slid his rounded sword inside the girl's "glazed strawberry donut" hole.

My innocent mind thought it was their way of fun and those strange positions in the pictures were their acts of pleasure. When I got caught by the maid one afternoon and was scolded by my mom for my curiosity, the magazines had all disappeared and the images were slowly forgotten.

It was however, just the beginning.  The truth will reassert itself in the most unusual of places.



There are many dogs in our place. Some are real bitches while the certified breeders would even mount their own grown-up puppies. Talk about incest. Being a street kid that I am, everything I see around me gets figured immediately. When the dogs are in heat, the tropa (ages 9 and below) would sit by the sidewalk to bear witness as the dogs fight for that one bitch that would carry their offspring.

When the challengers retreat and the victor claims his prize, we would watch intently as the action begins:


Dog mounts the bitch.

Using his powerful hind legs, he would thrust his pelvis at a steady pace while the virgin bitch cries in pain. The boys would then cheer at the spectacle

After minutes of pumping, the canines' sexual organs lock.

The male dog would then turn around to position himself opposite the female.

The long wait begins as to when the two exhibitionists-in-the-alley would unlatch themselves. When it's a virgin bitch, the locking would most likely last an hour.

No, I cannot recall someone dropping a pinch of salt over the dogs' sexual organs. But I remember a gush of liquid from the bitch when the male dog unlatched itself.

Sometimes we get bored, we would then stop watching the mating dogs and go on with our business of playing our street games.


Save for those lucky bastards who were able to watch classic porn on their betamax, this is how we were introduced to the ways of creation. The dust-covered memory all came back after seeing this photo uploaded  at the TNL blog.

   

tama na yan kant... na!! 

We will only be kids once. When we get to see a couple of dogs fucking in the street today, I'm sure we would spare not a moment's pause, a slight chuckle or even a hint of disgust at the desperate animals. Instead we would walk quietly, avoid the canines-in-heat and proceed to our destination.