A subscriber to Dad-Bear's Maturemanpix, a picture and e-mail list at Ben Boxer's Silverfoxes Clubhouse, responded to my posting of a column by Ben Boxer in "Boxer's Shorts" called "Some Bears Have Two Mommies," which dealt with animal homosexsual and bisexual behavior. He wrote:
Ben, For what it's worth, when I was in Vietnam ('68-'69), our detachment had a
black male Labrador as a mascot, and he was just as gay as any man I've ever
known. He would have nothing to do with the bitches running around there.
Oddly enough, though, he lived at the officers' villa!
I replied by telling him that when I was a kid (about 11) I had an
English springer spaniel who was my constant companion.
His name was Seb. My buddies in the neighborhood liked
him and always welcomed him into our clubhouse shack
which all other dogs were forbidden to enter. One of the
reasons he was allowed was that he hated girls and could
sniff them out 200 yards away. We'd be sitting there in
the shack talking little-boy shit, and all of a sudden Seb
would jump up and streak out the door, barking. Then we
would hear girls screeching in terror as they tumbled
over logs and rocks getting the hell out of the woods. The
guys would giggle, and when Seb came marching back in,
proud as punch for having done his job, he went to everyone
for his pat or his hug, and sometimes a kiss, before he
settled down again at my knee.
 By the time I was getting hard all the time and jacking off
non-stop a couple of years later and was finding my way
into the hot world of sex, I began to notice that Seb, no
longer just a lively pup, had also sexually matured. He
reacted to bitches in heat, however, in a mystifying way.
Whereas other dogs in the neighborhood fought and
wrangled over the babes, jumping fences or burrowing
under with the frantic hope of giving great stud, Seb lurked
quietly nearby, but made no move toward the bitch. As
we had a big piece of property there, and I was always
outside working on it -- raking leaves, laying foundations
for a new shed or garage, etc -- I found myself in a
position to observe many things about Seb's outdoor
behavior I might otherwise have missed.
His technique was to hang around until the frustrated male
who couldn't find his way to the imprisoned bitch came
floating by with a gleam in his eye. I couldn't believe my
eyes the first time I saw Seb licking the balls of a horny
male and then mounting him from the dog's left side
with his own left paw on the dog's back, and his right paw
reaching under to jerk him off with the rapid movement of
his paw the length of the dog's dick!
The object of his affection always came, his face scrunched
up and his body bent into that taut bowstring angle
familiar to anyone who has seen a dog in orgasmic ecstasy.
Although I observed this sort of performance several times, I
never saw any of them reciprocate sex to Seb. I often watched
him afterward, however, retire to the privacy of some bushes
at the side of the house and lick himself to orgasm.
The most amazing thing to me was how readily the horny
hounds accepted Seb's loving touch. It was a great lesson in
tolerance from an animal's point of view. I have seen this
sort of tolerance in a Latin-American country where every
dinky little village has a local gay, often obvious and effeminate,
a factor which proves it pays to advertise. Whenever I found
myself in such a place, I made friends with him quickly because
I knew he would introduce me to the guys who had a high
tolerance level for gays and liked to get done after Saturday
night dancing at the whorehouse with whores who got them
horny, but whom they couldn't afford. That's when those guys
needed the gay -- and, of course, his buddy. ME!
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