Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 23:05:55 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Fire Tower Dog Sex" by Jay Roberts   Bestiality

Hey kids!  If you are under 18 go somewhere else, maybe the game channel.


My brother and I seem like we are from different parents.  Keith is 19, but
could pass for older.  He's big and bulky.  A real outdoors guy with fuzzy
three-day beard.  He dresses in rough clothes, talks with a booming bass
voice and loves his German shepherd.  As far as sex life, it consists of
occasional trips to the local whorehouse.  As far as I can see he has no
talent for a real relationship with a girl.

I said we seem to be born of different parents; well my Dad was a lot like
Keith.  He hunted and was generally an untamed guy.....a little rough on my
Mom.  Secretly I'm not sorry he's gone.  I guess I take after Mom.  I'm
only 5'6", blonde, fair hairless skin.  I'm only sixteen now and perhaps my
bod will fill out because I'm on the skinny side.  I play the guitar,
that's my passion.  I hope to perform gigs and have been practicing up for
some auditions.  Keith's always ragging me about my long hair, but that's
part of looking the part of a musician.  Keith wears his marine style with
whitewalls.

Keith got a job this summer, up near the Canadian border.  He's going to be
up in one of those fire watcher towers.  He called last night and invited
me to visit him.  "I'm going so nuts and lonely up here with only Cannon
for company that I so desperate enough to invite my little brother."  I was
thrilled.  This was the first time my hairy brother ever thought that I
counted for something.  I told him that I was coming.

"Bring lots of warm clothes.  It gets cold as a bitch at night.  'Course
the cabin is warm, fireplace ya know."

Getting there was quite something.  I drove as close as I good, but I had
to leave the old Mustang at the Ranger Station.  The ranger knew my brother
and they talked on the radio a bit.  He looked at me, "You're Keith's
brother.  You don't look like him, half brothers I guess.  Okay Robert
(that's my name) I'll get you right to the base of the tower in fifteen
minutes in the Jeep.

We bounced alone a narrow dirt road, through heavy forest and finally we
stopped at the tower.  Geez, it was tall, maybe 30 feet, but then it had to
clear the trees to be a good lookout.  My brother leaned out a window of
his cabin in the sky, sitting on a flat wooden foundation up there.  The
ranger showed me how to use the narrow stairs to get up there.  We said
goodbye and I slung my two duffels on my back and climbed up, rung-by-rung.
I wish I hadn't brought such heavy stuff.  Finally I reached the top and
Keith was standing on the little clear space in front of the door.  He
greeted me casually, not like I had made a big trip to see him, and made no
attempt to take my bags.  Cannon started barking as usual then snarling and
dripping spit.  Keith shouted at the dog to shut up and he slunk away.
Inside we stood looking at each other awkwardly.  Finally I resisted my
natural friendly impulse to grab him in a hug and stuck out my hand for a
shake.  He looked at my hand.  "Yu got such long fingers.  Good for playin'
I guess."  He took my hand that looked thin and white inside his bear paw
with black fur growing on the back.

"Yer just in time for dinner."

He got busy opening cans and heaving a kind of bean stew on the little
stove.  Suddenly he stopped and rushed outside with his binoculars.
"Almost forgot.  Gotta check every half hour."

It was getting dark fast.  Outside it was pitch black.  Cannon was making
noises and rushing back and forth from the door to the chair where Keith
was smoking his pipe.  "He wants to shit and piss," Keith said matter of
factly.

"Do you carry him down the ladder.  I know he can't do it."

Keith laughed and gave me a brotherly punch which stung for a day or two.
"Naw, I rigged up this basket.  I just lower him down and then winch him
back up after he barks that he's done his business.  Be careful where you
walk.  He's put his shit all over at the base and uses the bottom of the
tower like a fire plug."

Keith put more coal in the fire.  It was really hot here and I was
sweating.  I guess he heated the place up so that it would last until
morning.  Cannon was barking.  Keith winched him up.  "Time for beddy bye
youngun'" Jeez, I hope he wouldn't keep this up.

Keith took off his shirt and pants and shoes. His slightly hairy chest with
heavy pecs shown burnished in the firelight. He was wearing only his under
shorts.  I copied him, figuring this was the night attire.  "Yur really
skinny Bobby.  You got skin like a girl, so smooth, no hair.  Watch out
during the night that I don't mount ya."

We shared the only bed.  Keith was asleep almost as soon as he but his
shaggy head on the pillow.  I noticed that Cannon snuck up under the
blanket from the foot of the bed and settled his head on the pillow next to
Keith.  I tried to sleep, but this was all so new, the cabin up high, the
dog in the bed and my sexy brother inches from me.  Finally I did drift
asleep.  It was still dark when I half woke up.  Cannon wasn't on the
pillow, he was down under the blanket instead, moving around.  I could hear
Keith breathing hard, moaning at times.  There was also the sound of
licking and Cannon making mewling sounds.  I looked at Keith.  It was dark,
but the moon gave a little light.  His eyes were closed and his mouth open.
He seemed asleep, but then he began to moan louder and his knees pushed the
covers in a steady up and down motion.  Suddenly he called out a loud cry
and then fell back on the bed.  I stayed awake and saw Cannon slide out of
the covers at the foot of the bed and Keith began snoring loudly.  The
night was uneventful except just as the early morning lightening began, I
opened my eyes.  Keith was behind me, his arms around my waist.  I could
feel his morning erection against my ass crack.  I know he was asleep, his
breath was hot on my back.

The next day Keith had all sorts of record keeping to attend to.  I decided
to go down the ladder and walk around a bit.  The woods were real deep and
most places impassable.  I saw several deer and lots of birds, even an owl.
The sun was warm and I really liked this tramping around.  Finally I began
to be hungry and I made my way up the ladder and into the cabin.  It was
dim as the shades were drawn.  I saw Keith, naked, lying on the bed and
Cannon hunched up between my brother's splayed legs.  Keith's long penis
was sticking up and Cannon was leisurely licking it with his tongue that
looked at big as a small throw rug.  Keith's eyes were closed and his
tongue was lolling out.  He was saying words of encouragement or affection
to the dog.  Suddenly he saw me at the door.  He made no attempt to cover
up, but Cannon ran off to the end of the cabin.

"What you expect?  There are no cunts up here.  I'm a guy who can't live
without sex at least twice a day.  Cannon is good.  You ought to try him."

I was breathing loudly.  This was so sexy to me.  "Keith, I'm sorry I
stopped you.  Call Cannon.  Get him back to doing what you were doing.  I
want to watch."

Keith smiled warmly.  "That's talking like my brother.  I knew you had the
family traits.  Strip off and lay here 'side me and watch ol' Cannon bring
me to a boil."

I sat myself down at Keith's waist.  Pretty soon Cannon came back, making
some little throaty sounds.  I saw that Keith's cock rose up in expectation
and Cannon moved back into position between his hairy legs.  That big
tongue came out.  It curled around Keith's cock, up and down, licking and
using it almost like sucking.  Keith forgot about me.  He was moaning and
crying out as the dog's heavy licking seemed to bring him close to orgasm.
I was as hard as a rock.  Keith opened his eyes and looked down at me.  "I
see you inherited one of the family characteristics.  Ya got a monster
cock.  Here kid lay back.  I'll git our doggie to make you happy."

I hesitated so he shoved me back with his ham hand.  I lay there with my
cock up in the air like a fire tower.  Keith called the dog over and
pointed at my prick.  "Lick that!" he commanded.  The dog whimpered and
then obeyed.  I want to tell you that that dogs tongue was like no other
instrument of sex I had ever known.  It was clingy and rough and undulated
up and down my cock.  I was crying out in pleasure.  Keith was laughing at
my total sexed up demeanor.  "Good kid.  Let me get you off and then he can
get to me."

My eyes closed, my tongue lolled out and dripped.  I had become a dog
bitch.  I felt that I would go into a heavy orgasm momentarily.  I puffed
out my lips and my face screwed up.  Keith's face was close.  He was
watching me with fascination.  I opened my eyes.  "Keith kiss me hard as I
cum."

He let out a long sighing moan.  "Sure kid, I'd like that."

Then it hit me.  My hips began shaking then rising up and down in a fucking
motion.  Cannon hung on to my legs, I could feel his wet dog cock leaving
streaks on my bare leg.  I screamed and began shooting into Cannon's mouth.
He swallowed and lapped up all that spilled.  Finally I fell back,
breathing with difficulty.

"You sure get a bang outta cumin.  But I liked seeing it.  Now it's my
turn."  He sank back on his pillow.  He was already beginning to breathe
heavily.  He called to Cannon.  "Okay sweet boy, git that tongue ready.
Make me spew real fast as I hurtin' here."

He reached out a hand and took mine.  His was warm and dry.  Cannon began
his ritual.  Keith was shamelessly crying out his pleasure and saying
loving things to Cannon.  Suddenly he squeezed my hand.  "Won't be more's a
minute more.  Will ya kiss me like I did you."  He had to stop talking, his
face began to squeeze into a rickus.  He started to shake.  I leaned down
and pressed my lips against his hot mouth.  He opened up and sucked in my
tongue.  He kept kiss and crooning as he unloaded into the dog's mouth.

The next morning, which turned out to be a beautiful warm day with bright
sunshine.  Keith was bustling around in the kitchen.  "Yer stuff is on the
stove.  I gotta start doing a little paper work, then I'm trekking outside
taking some wood samples."  Then he stopped, "Bobby you want to come along,
I'd enjoying having you with me."

I was on cloud nine.  I never thought my tough brother would ever say
something nice like this.  "Keith, great, let me piss, wash and gulp some
food and up for it."

The morning found us pretty far from tower.  Keith hacked with his axe and
machete as we slogged through trees blocking us.  He had canisters that he
placed samples of some of the trees and labeled them.  We got pretty tired
after hours pushing our way through.  Finally Keith said that we could rest
awhile and eat some sandwiches he had made and then after picking up a few
more wood samples, we could head back to the tower.

We found a note on the door from the ranger.  He invited us to go with him
into the nearby town for a steak dinner.  Keith looked at me with raised
eyebrow, which meant did I want to go.  I told him a steak would be great.
Keith arranged for the next nearest tower to cover his area for the hours
we would be away.

He telephoned the Ranger and we piled into the Jeep for a long ride to the
nearby town and the steak house.  We had lots of drinks before dinner.  I
was really wrecked and the two older guys seemed to get a kick out of my
stupidity.  The food was good and the steaks and all sobered me up
somewhat. The range dropped us back.

Keith followed behind me as I drunkenly worked my way up the long ladder.
Several times he had to put his big hand on my rump to steady me.  "Hey
kiddo, I hope you're not pretending to fall just to get me to feel your
ass."  Maybe I was.

Back in the cabin Cannon was frantic.  He had pissed a little in the corner
and Keith cleaned it up.  Then he lowered the dog for his nightly walk.  We
got ready for bed and Keith kicked up the stove. It had been hot during the
day, but already the temperature was sinking.  Pretty soon Cannon was
howling to get back.  Keith winched him up and set out some food for him.
The dog looked happy and went near the fire and fell asleep on his back.

Keith started to light his pipe.  "Hey Bobby, you ever smoke weed?"

"Once with Grey, but it was pretty weak stuff."

"This shit is dyn-o-mite.  Should I roll one?"

"Sure," I said, but I was a little afraid that having drank a lot tonight,
that the pop might be too much.

Keith put the joint in his mouth and fired it up.  He took a deep drag.
This stuff must have been strong because I could see a fast reaction from
my brother.  He grinned lopsidedly and his eyes got red and slitty.  He
handed me the joint.  I didn't want to be like a kid so I also took a big
drag.  Wow, this stuff went right to your brain and then your prick.  I
looked at Keith and he giggled, he knew exactly what I was feeling.

"Hey Bobby, I see we both like the lick job that Cannon does, but there is
something missing."  As he talked he got up unsteadily and shuck his shirt
and pants.  I noticed no underwear tonight.  Off with the shoes and he was
a naked boy.  "What I'm saying Bobby, is that what I crave Cannon can't do,
that is to take my hot cock into his mouth.  I want to feel a mouth around
my cock, sucking and makin' me feel real good."  He looked at me with a
crafty lift of his eyebrow.  "Yur my only brother.  Would you do that fer
me?"

"You mean suck your cock?"  I was slurring my words.  I staggered over to
the bed and continued.  "I never sucked a cock.  It might be queer, you
think?"

"Maybe so, but this is family, you and I, and that's a special
relationship.  Come over here and sit next to yur big brother."

He put his warm hand around the back of my next and massaged it gently.  He
pulled me down and kissed me hotly and stuck his tongue in my mouth.  My
head was spinning.  He whispered, "Pretty Bobby, take off your clothes.  I
love to see yur nice body and big cock.  Come on snuggle up."

In a matter of moments I was undressed and Keith maneuvered me so that I
was kneeling between his muscular legs.  His big cock was hard and standing
up.  He took my head between his hands and softly, without forcing, guided
me to his dripping cock.

I stopped thinking and just followed my instinct and passion. I licked it
then sucked the head and swiped my tongue across the piss slit that was
oozing sweet pre cum.  "Thanks it sweet Bobby, yur doing great, yur
brother's real pleased with you.  Just try opening yu mouth and taking more
of my cock inside, then I'll teach you how to deep throat it."

I continued slurping over his cock.  He was lifting his trunk pushing it
deeper, then I realized that my throat had opened up and he was down in my
throat.  I swallowed, he moaned loudly.  "Oh shit, that's it.  You are so
hot boy."

I was slowly transporting him to a new plane.  He was really out of it,
moaning and leaping up and down and trembling.  My own cock was real hard,
but I didn't try to stroke it.  I devoted myself to the hunky guy below me.
My ass was sticking up in the air and suddenly and shouted "OOOOOH".

Keith opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"  He looked over my shoulder and let
out a short guffaw.  "Ol' Cannon wants into the act.  He has fallen in love
with your pretty ass."

I kept vocalizing as Cannon licked my ass and then my ass hole.  I felt him
get up on his haunches and put his paws on either side of my waist and
press his red sticky dog cock against my ass hole.  "Oh no!"  I cried real
tears, I was scared to death.  Keith stroked my neck and back.  "Relax boy,
he wants to make you happy.  He's gonna want to enter you, just open up and
let him.  You're in for the ride of yur life."

True to what Keith said, I felt the dog's pointy cock press against my
anus.  Part of me wanted the entry, I was so sexed up, but part made me
tighten up and the dog was frustrated.  Keith guessed what was going on.
"Come up and kiss me bro."  He really went to town, kissing me fiercely
shoving his tongue in and out like he was fucking me.  I was panting with
lust and began to forget about the big animal trying to fuck me.  My ass
hole must have opened up, because I heard a loud howl from the dog and I
felt his cock slide up into my insides.  Keith knew it too.  "Okay kid,
you're on a ride, but don't forget me, keep sucking."

I tried to keep up the sucking on my brother's big cock, but every once in
awhile I had to stop as the fucking of Cannon was driving me nuts.  He kept
changing angles and he would hit my hot button on the strokes and the
effect made me weak when the sensation hit.  Keith knew it of course when I
let up and he would push the top of my head down on his cock.  I'd start
again.  I really tried to get him off.  Finally I got an idea.  I put my
finger in his mouth and ordered him to suck it.  He was so over loaded with
sex that he just did it.  It seemed that helped him to move to the pre
orgasm stage.  I could tell because he was now babbling crazy words and
curses.  Suddenly he stiffened and froze.  Then he entered his cum.  His
hips started fucking motions and he was moaning like a dog in heat, then
came his great moment, his cock began to spew thick ropes of cum and I
manfully drank every bit of it.  It tasted...like..like.....Keith I guess,
strong, manly and outdoorsy.  His heavy cum left him listless and he just
sank back on the pillow and closed his eyes.  Meanwhile behind me Cannon
was going for his own cum.  He was gripping my sides strongly and he was
making little yip sounds.  Suddenly his paws pressed harder and he began
cumming in my well used ass.  His cum went on a long time, finally it ended
as he wimpered.  I had heard that dogs lock into the female, but Cannon had
no trouble disengaging.  So there I was, a dog who lost interest and a
brother who was lying in a stupor.

I decided that I had to stand up for my own sexual needs.  I straddled
Keith's head and put my cock head at his lips.  He automatically opened up,
just like he had done for my finger.  He slumped away at my hard cock,
suckling it like a calf to the teat.  "Do it harder and faster bro."  I
smartly slapped his face get him in gear.  Finally he woke up, half mad and
half compliant.  He began to really suck me.  Oh hell, this was fabulous.
I helped him by fucking his mouth.  He put his hand under my nuts and
stroked me there.  Then he pulled on my ball bag.  These moves were really
getting to me.  "More, harder."  I slapped his face again.  I think he
liked being manhandled.  Who knows, maybe he has the makings of a sub.  Oh,
now he has me.  I'm on the road to a heavy cum.  I have trouble moving and
my thighs are locking up.  Finally I just stop moving, suspended with my
cock in his throat.  "Here it cums, drink heartily me lad."  I knew the
spews were heavy as they passed through my tube and on into Keith's throat.
I sensed at least sex big spurts.  Keith swallowed and swallowed to keep up
with the deluge.  At last it stopped.  I sagged down on his chest.  He put
his arms around my back and kissed my neck.  "Robert, you've come into your
own.  You're no wimp.  You controlled me and won your great cum.  I'm
impressed."

I noticed he called me Robert, not Bobby.  "You did good Keith.  Next I'm
going to fuck you and you're going to beg for it and thank me afterward."

Keith opened his eyes in surprise and answered in a small voice.  "If you
want it, I'll do it."


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