Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 09:44:17 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Fire Tower Dog Sex," Park Two  by Jay Roberts   Gay Beastiality

+++I have received so many nice compliments about this story (posted in
Dec.2006) asking that I write a Part Two I decided to be a good boy and
good doggie and comply with my reader's and master's orders.  Yes Sir, here
goes.



My best friend from High School was Wes.  He is my age, 16, but he is often
taken for much young.  He's only five feet four and has a baby face and
body of a twelve year old.  He is damn cute and to tell the truth he is so
crazy about me that he will do anything I want.  I taught him to sock cock
and to take cock in his ass.  At first he hated it.  He said it hurt, but
now he is after me all the time to "stick it in" or "Let me suck, please."
I turned him into a cock hound.  I get plenty of good sex from him, but
frankly a miss sex with my hunky, hairy brother.

Keith, my brother is still working on the Fire Tower.  I know that he must
be hungry for sex.  Cannon the dog can please him just so far, but no suck
and he can't fuck Cannon.  I have been e mailing Keith and he is asking me
to visit.  Last e mail I told him about my pal Wes.  I didn't mention sex,
but I think Keith knows me well enough to guess that we were getting it on.
He invited the two of us to come up.

I had already told Wes a little bit about the sexual times with Cannon and
my brother and he was salivating to get into the whole scene.

To make a long story short, we planned the true, we went on the trip to the
border and the fire lookout.  The weather was just getting warm and the
sunsets were beautiful.  I knew this was going to be wonderful for all of
us.

Keith was sitting in his underwear on the little wooden patio as we
approached in our Jeep.  He waved his muscular arm at us and waited at the
top of the long ladder to his cabin on top.  As we climbed, Keith's big
bulging cock was on view as he stood at the top of the ladder.  Wes
whispered to me, he's really hung..  Would you be jealous if I sample a
little of that?"  I whispered harshly over my shoulder that he should stop
being such a cum hound."

At the top of the ladder Keith grabbed me in a big bear hug, crushing my
face into this his nice smelly, hairy chest.  Wes stood by waiting,
shifting from one foot to the other, his long thin cock pushing his shorts
out.  Keith noticed the pretty box standing there.  "So you're the famous
Wes, Bobby, I mean Robert, told me all 'bout you.  I'm looking forward to
spendin' time wid you.  And look at Cannon, he'd already greetin' you.
That humpin' in his way."

We got unpacked.  Keith looked at the only bed in the cabin.  "Yu know, I
think this bed is much wider than long.  I think we three can sleep acrost
the width and be as snug as buggies.  What you both say?"

Wes and I agreed.  My heard was beginning to speed up when I considered the
coming night.  Wes still had his hard on, now really poking out because he
was standing.  Even Cannon was giving his okay as he was licking the salty
sweat between Wes's toes.  Wes said "Whee," but then got himself under
control.

Keith had prepared a real fireman's stew.  I didn't ask for the exact
ingredients but he hinted that some small forest animals cooked in it they
were responsible for the tangy fla"I also put in some herbs that the local
Indian group taught me will be pump up yur sexiness.  Cannon will ;lick the
plate and then there's no tellin' how naughty he'll get."

We all cleaned up after dinner and I made a nice fire so that we could
hardly need bedcovers.  We all sat down near the fire.  Keith slipped off
his shirt and soon we all followed, all naked to the waist.  The firelight
glowed on Wes's smooth, hairless, white chest, like marble.  Cannon moved
close to Wes's strong smooth legs and fell asleep.  "He really likes you,"
Keith said, "He is leaning against your legs so he'll know if'n you leave
him.  Okay boys, here's my treat.  Those local Indians make the greatest
moonshine you ever tasted.  Now take it easy, it's 150 proof."

We took his advice and sipped it.  But after two hours of sipping, we each
had consumed the equivalent of bout eight cocktails.  I was giggly and
happy, Keith was pretty drunk and slurry, but our little boy, Wes was drunk
as a skunk.  He could hardly get his words out and he was slumping down on
the couch.  But he sure was happy and content, specially leaning his head
on Keith's warm chest.

Pretty soon I got up.  "Okay fellows, we better get to sleep.  Can you both
walk upstairs."

Keith raised his head and slurred, "Hey Robert, you getting' bossy again.
But I love it.  It gives me the hots to be ordered around.  I wouldn't tell
yu that ceptin' I'm so stinking."

Keith put one of Wes's smooth arms around his shoulders and I took the
other one.  In the bedroom we put Wes in the middle and slipped off his
shoes, socks and pants.  Keith sat down heavily and took off his stuff.  I
followed them.  We took our places on either side of the almost passed out
Wes.  I was beginning to slip into sleep when Wes sat up.  "What's wrong" I
asked grouchily, you feeling like your goin' fling"?

"Naw," he said, lisping, "I gotta take a fierce piss.  Can you help me?"

This talk woke up Keith.  "I guess I needa drain myself too."

We all walked to the big piss bowl that Keith kept on the low stand in the
corner.  "Take it out for me, begged the drunk Wes."

Keith got busy, slipping his hand into Wes's brief fly.  He let out a "aah"
as the big fat cock met his fingers.  "Yur really big for a little fellow."
He held the tube over the pot.  "Okay sweetie, let er rip."  Wes grunted a
few times then the stream began.  He hadn't pissed since he got here and it
was a thick fragrant stream that seemed to go on forever.  Finally he
finished and told Keith to shake the last drops out.  Keith laughed and
shook it.  "Hey boy, yur gettin'hard, I'm just here to help you piss, not
to give you a hand job."

As for me, the sound of the heavy piss stream and all this talk had me
brimming with urine.  "Hey guys, move away, I got enough to put out one of
Keith's forest fire.  My stream started and kept on echoing against the
side of the pail.  "Ooh," Keith said in pain, doubled over.  "I can't stand
this.  Move aside brother, or part your legs and I'll aim between them."

He pissed for a long time.  I kept my legs far apart not to get soaked.  At
last he let out a satisfied sigh as he finally finished and shook off the
last drop.  We three walked with our arms around each others' waists until
we fell back in bed.

Within minutes Wes let out a soft sigh and then began a regular deep sleep
breathing.  Keith really snored.  I tried but couldn't get beyond the
almost asleep stage.  I heard Cannon padding around the room.  He
approached the three of us and seemed to go to each of us and lick our
cheeks.  I thought it seemed like momma dog kissing her puppies good night.
Then she jumped up on the bed and spread himself across the tops of our
heads.  He burped and then let out a few loud farts.  I guessed that the
stew was gurgling in his bellow.  A moment later, with Cannons warm furry
coat to warm me, I fell deeply asleep.

The next thing I was aware of was the morning sky lighting the room and Wes
lying stretched out next to me.  He was moaning in his sleep while Cannon
was licking Wes's morning erection.  Pretty soon Wes started humping the
warm wet tongue wrapped around his cock.  Cannon's tongue was as big as a
throw rug.  The tongue slid up and down the boy's cock stalk, bringing Wes
close to ejaculation.  Sudden, shouting "Damn", Wes woke up and looked down
at the source of his delicious dream.  About the same time he jackknifed
into a violent cum, spewing into the gulping dog.  At last he fell back,
spent.  "You fucking dog.  Who gave you permission to swing on my dick."?
Of course not one answered so he closed his eyes and fell into a deep post
cum sleep.

As for me, I was so horny I thought my cock would fall off.  I tried deep
breathing, but it didn't help.  In about fifteen minutes Wes got up.  He
pissed, then he went into the room fixed up with a shower head.  I wrapped
my arms around Keith.  I pretended he was asleep, but I reached for his big
thick dong and stroked it.  He mumbled and tried to move away.  I spoke
right into his ear.  Big Brother, now is the time for the fuck I promised
you.  Get on your back.  He started to object.  "Keith, you know you have
been wanting me to enter you.  Right now your cock is jumping and pulsing
in need for me to do it.  Don't fight me."

I moved to stand in front of his hairy legs and lifted them, putting each
ankle at hip.  "You've been fucked by Cannon, but when I fuck you it it'll
be graduation day.  You played around with a little dog fucking, but now
you have to admit you want a man to fuck you and dominate you."  He was
breathing hoarsely.  I grabbed his face in two hands. "Say it.  Fuck me
brother."

I heard a soft sound, but couldn't make out the words.  "Say it loud.
Shout it."

"Fuck me brother, please, make me your bitch."

With a cry of triumph I entered him quickly.  I knew it would hurt, but
that was the only way it would mark my territory.  I bottomed in his hot
ass, his hair trickling my balls.  Wes came back in the room and saw us.
"God damn Bobby, you are the man."

I began a rapid and heavy fucking.  Keith was moaning continuously and
hiccupping in passion and embarrassment.  It looked like he was on his way
to be big orgasm.  I jerked his cock and pulled on his balls.  He was
howling now, completely out of it.

I could feel my legs beginning to lock, getting primed for a big shoot out.
Suddenly I felt Cannon behind me.  He was inserting his tongue in my
vulnerable ass, pointed it like a cock, fucking me vigorously.  That did it
for me, I stiffened and shot great streams of cum into his hungry ass
setting off his own cum.

"Wow," Wes cried out.  "What a scene.  I almost came from just watching."

Keith got up, a little red and embarrassed.  I grabbed him and kissed him
gratefully and he kissed back lovingly.  He whispered in my ear, that if he
had to be a sub, he was glad it was me.

Later in the day Wes and I went for a walk and left Keith to do some of his
paper work.  We got pretty far into the woods and in a clearing just ahead
we found Ranger Joe sitting on a log filling out some reports.  He
remembered me, but of course he had never met Wes, but he sure eyed him.
Wes was dressed in very short cutoffs and an athletic shirt.  His light
brown tousled hair and deep brown eyes were shown to the best advantage.
Wes took in the Ranger.  He was a big guy, several inches of six feet.  His
muscular body was balanced by his young boyish face, dimples and big blue
eyes.  I could see, and I am sure the range did also the big bulge forming
in the thin short pants of Wes.  He stared at the crotch and reached down
and adjusted his own big lump.

"Eh Bobby, don't you have something Keith wants you to do?"

"Oh yeah, take some tree samples.  I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."

I walked away, but picked a spot I could spy on them through the trees.
Wes wasted no time.  He unbuttoned his pants and let his long cock out to
play.  Joe got up and reached for it.  At the same time Wes unbuttoned the
older man's fly.  Within a few minutes they were both on the soft grass,
each with the other's cock in their mouths.  I could plainly hear the
moaning and sighing, as they were lost in the throes of passion.  I was
forgotten; they were in a world of their own.  I could hear the sounds
getting louder and their hips were beginning to make fuck motions.  A final
cum yell and they wrapped their arms around each other and kept the
softening cocks in their mouths.

I came closer and cleared my throat.  Wes lifted his head.  "I had to do
it, he's the law."  We all laughed.

The hunky Ranger gave Wes a nice kiss and we walked on.  We got about a
half mile away and came across two muscular local tribe people.  They were
about our age, but much bigger.  Both were dressed with bare chests and a
leather loin cloths.  They glared as us, half menacing and half horny.
They moved closet.  When they were right on top of us we could smell the
buffalo grease they used to rub their body.  It was a little rancid but
sexy and different.  Each brave pushed us to our knees, flipped up their
cloths revealing their already hard cocks and pointed to them, holding the
back of our necks in their large hands.  Wes looked at me, I shrugged.  We
both leaned forward and took the native cocks in our mouths.  They fucked
our mouths, they wooped and chanted as we sucked away.  These boys were not
fast cummers.  We both used every trick we knew to get them off, we tickled
their balls, sucked each ball, we deep throated them.  Suddenly, almost at
a word they pulled off our mouths and hurled and spewed about six shots of
native cum at our faces.  They both laughed, pulled us to our feet and
patted our backs with gusto.  "Nice work pale face cock suckers."  Very
funny, they probably had college degrees.

We stumbled back to the fire tower shortly before darkness set in.  "Whew,
you guys smell like you met Little Deer and Buffalo Paw.  I'd recognize
that smell anywhere."  He looked at our crestfallen faces and began
laughing.  "You dopes probably thought they were savages.  Each one has a
share in their father's trading post and it's worth a few million.  You
better clean up and come to dinner.  I made two pheasants with wine and
corn."

We were really tired, We could barely set up on chairs at the table, but we
managed to put away a pretty good meal.  We crawled into bed and slept
through to the next morning.