Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 13:51:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Fire Tower Dog Sex" Part Three  byJay Roberts     Beastiality

Yeah, Keith had worked a long time preparing two small pheasants that he
had shot.  He braided them and then slow simmered them in wine and herbs.
We were both really tired and likely would have skipped dinner, but the
smells were irresistible.  We sat at the table, Wes and I were half asleep
as we shoveled the heavenly food into our craws.  As soon as it was
possible, we made our excuses and trooped up to bed.  Keith stays and
quickly got the kitchen in order and by the time Wes and I were slipping
into sleep, Keith slid in on my side of the bed.

The morning light was dim because a heavy rainstorm had blown up.  I look
around for my guys but they weren't in the bed.  I got up, my prick
standing out like a tent pole and looked around for them.  I suddenly heard
and saw a sexual tableau that was hot, hot, hot.  Dear brother was lying on
his back, his eyes closed in a sexual fog, as his cock was being sucked
luxuriously by Wes/boy who was enjoying it sinfully, cooing and moaning
over the fat cock.  This was what Keith had been dreaming of, a real man
tongue and mouth on his cock.  To complete the scene, Wes's white shapely
ass was in the air and Cannon was soulfully licking Wes's soft puckered by
hole.  Every once in a while Wes would rear up and groan from the
cumulative effect of the dogs raspy tongue.

As I watched Keith let out a howl and began to spunk a gallon of hot cum
into Wes's gulping mouth.  He was double raped by Keith's spewing and
Cannon's avid licking.  His sensitive body couldn't stand more and he began
crooning in delirious pleasure.  It was over in awhile and the three huffed
and puffed until they could come down to Earth.

Wes opened his eyes finally and he could sight of me.  "Goin' finishing?  I
see you got your pole ready." Referring to my stiff prick.

Keith roused himself.  "I think we ought to bait his hook."  He got up on
his knees, and then stood up, his cock still semi hard and dripping.  He
grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me on my back onto the bed.  I was
already pre spunking and breathing hard.

Wes said, "He's ready for a ride, he'd half in the sex bag already.  He
needs relief, don't you cutie?"

I could just nod as Keith began licking the moisture from my cock head and
Wes slipped under me and began an assault on my balls, taking them one at a
time then together, pulling my ball bag down in a rhythm.  Soon I slipped
in orbit, floating around the room while my brother and fuck buddy worked
on me try to give me a hard, vibrant orgasm.  It was long before I began
grunting like a piglet, my hips rising and falling and then.....my muscles
locked.  :"I'm going to cum....hard.....now."

My cock grew harder and then began to deliver heavy morning spunk.  Over
and over I shouted and spewed.  When I was finally quiet, Wes said, "Still
want to go fishing?"

"Now I caught what I wanted.  Hey look.  The sun's out.  We better think
about packing up and loading the Jeep."

Wes was musing to Keith.  "You know I wouldn't mind spending more time up
here."

Keith told him that he could be Cannon's assistant.

They tried a three-way kiss which is hard to do until Wes told them to
stick their tongues out.  It was a long make out and they separated
breathing hard.

"Hey Cannon," I said.  You're getting your dog spooge on me.

End

Which guy did you like best?  May the Ranger or the two little hung
Indians.