Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:34:57 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Jack Russell Terrier May Be Gay" by Jay Roberts    Bestiality

  ====Oh my, a dog story, but not what you think.  Not a lost boy saved by
  his faithful yella dog, no this is hard stuff.  If you are under 18, it
  is not   intended for you at all.   Please leave quickly.  Others stay
  and munch a dog biscuit.


  The last year of high school was turning out to be a boring bitch.  That
  was, until yesterday when my folks, both teachers announced that they
  would be attending a conference.

  "Uncle Mike says you can stay with him for the week we are away.  He is
  even closer to the school, so you can walk there."

  My Uncle Mike is my mother's younger brother.  He developed some
  stupid software that has to do with pole taking.  He was bought out by one
  of the big polling companies for five million bucks.  He now is retired at
  the age of twenty-one and is he enjoying it.  He has two houses; one in
  the big city, a high-rise condo, the other one is his old house near us.  He
  has been a big brother to me since I was born.  I learned how to throw a
  fastball from him, how to attract girls later.  He's cool and fun.

  They left on a Friday and I came home from school directly to his house.
  My 'rents had cleverly left a suitcase with clothes for me.  Little did I
  know what little use I would have for them?  (Hah, got you interested huh?
  You fucking pervs want to see a naked 18 year old.)

  I rang the doorbell, Jack Russell, Mike's dog barked like a crazy nut.  Then
  he smelled me through the door and shut up.  He was amazing the way he
  knew who was his enemy and who was a friend.  Incidentally, Jack was a
  Jack Russell Terrier and Mike with no imagination named him Jack.  "So
  he won't get confused," Mike explained.

  Mike opened the door.  He was wearing his under shorts.  His muscled
  bare chest was dripping with sweat.

  "Stop staring at my chest, you fruit cake," said Mike, holding Jack's collar
  to keep him from escaping the house.  "He's got a girl friend on the next
  block, a miserable flea trap, but he likes them low down."

  "How old is Jack?"

  "Same age as me."

  "What?"

  "In door years, he's twenty years old."

  We preceding into the house.  "How about a work out with me?"

  "I'm a little tired from school all day.  I don't know."

  "Oh poor baby.  Only your ass is tired from sitting.  Strip and meet me in
  the gym."

  Jack followed me into my room.  I think he thought I might have some gin
  in my suitcase.  He loves gin and orange juice.  Besides that, his main
  food is hamburger and onions.

  I realized that I had no proper gym clothes, or even trainers.  So I just
  wore my briefs and bare feet.  When Mike saw me come into the workout
  area he shouted, "Oh to be eighteen again.  What skin, what a bulge in
  your briefs.  I think you inherited the economy size family prick.  Oh stop
  blushing.  That's a good thing."

  I began doing arm lifts, Mike got on the treadmill.  The place began to
  smell of man sweat and it was getting to me.  "Hey Oliver (he calls me any
  of twenty different names, changing every minute.) I think you are getting
  a woody.  Please show some respect for Jack."

  We continued working out for one hour.  I gave in first.  "Hey Unk, I'm
  hungry.  You got any of Jack's hamburger left?"

  "He doesn't have that anymore, at least not right now.  He decided he'd
  too fat and he went on a diet."

  "You're kidding.  Did he tell you that?"

  "No, he just refused his hamburger and onions and started eating my plate
  of vegetables.  He's also into salad."

  "What a character."

  "Anyway, I've got some great steaks for you Chadwick."

  He really did have them.  They were at least a pound and a half of porter
  house.  He made a big salad and a smaller one for Jack who smacked his
  lips in appreciation.  There were beers on the table.  Mike said nothing, he
  didn't want to seem to be offering them to me, but the hint was there and I
  finished three during dinner.  I helped clean up which was quick and easy,
  then I told Mike that I was bushed and wanted to go up for a quick snooze.

  I fell asleep in the guest room for about a half hour.  I was awakened by
  Jack jumping up on the bed and staring at me.  Uncle Mike came in.  "I see
  you're awake.  He does that to me too stares me into wakefulness."

  Mike sat on the bed.  "Tell me Alphonse, have you been laid yet?"

  Wow, that came out of nowhere, but I am very comfortable talking private
  things with Uncle Mike.  Hd was the one who told me the big secret of
  how babies were conceived, when I was ten years old.

  "No, I'm a virgin."

  "No blow jobs?"

  "No, and that's enough questions."

  "Well the reason I brought this up is that I know your only outlet is your
  hand and I have a better idea and it's right in the room."

  "You goin' blow me."

  "No Oliver, but Jack will."

  I sat up in surprise.  You mean you taught him to suck cock?"

  "No, he comes by it naturally.  Slip off your briefs and say "suck me", he'll
  get right to it and he is really good, Walter."

  I lay naked leaning back, my shoulders were against Mike's warm chest.
  "Suck me!"  I ordered not believing for a moment that this was going to
  work.  Mike was such a kidder, but Jack's ears went down in an odd way,
  as though he was embarrassed, then he stared at me a minute so as to say
  "let's keep this between us."

  I murmured, "Don't ask, don't tell."

  His paws when on either side of my hips.  His gigantic red tongue unfurled
  and he wrapped it against my rapidly rising dick.  He swirled.  I moaned
  slightly, but as his treatment continued, I found I moaned continuously.
  Then he began a rapid corkscrewing of his tongue and I began my orbiting
  in a sexual haze.

  "Good boy, Clyde, just relax into your coming cum.  That gives you the
  best release."

  He was stroking my chest.  Believe me, I am sensitive on my nipples and
  that hastened my stiffening up and screaming out my ejaculation,
  then....everything went blank.  This was too intense a cum for me to stay
  conscious.

  When I awoke, I was neatly covered up and Mike was nowhere to be
  scene, but I heard a slight whimper coming from the fireplace.  There sat
  Jack, on his haunches, lapping on a Screw Driver.  He glanced at me, then
  went back to his alcoholic indulgences.

  I fell back and snuggled down under the coverlet.  The next time I awoke,
  it was early morning with the sun just coming into the room.  Mike also
  had arrived.  He came over to the bed.  "Hey Clem, have you ever had
  your ass rimmed?"

  Unk was full of sexual adventure this visit.  Rimming?  Yeah I heard of it.
  I think it was some kind of yucky sex act, but Mike explained to me that
  Jack was a master of the act.  "We can push up our asses and see what
  happens.   Before I knew it, there we were, Uncle and Nephew on our
  elbows and knees, the morning ass making our puckers tight.

  I waited.  Nothing.  Then I felt Jack's hot breath on my ass hole and then
  his stiff whiskers moving over my pucker.  I could feel him sniffing.  It felt
  so good I almost cried out, but I didn't want to seem like a baby in front of
  Mike.  Meanwhile Mike whispered to me, "The dumb dog is signifying that
  he has already enjoyed my ass, he is more interested in yours."

  I was a little nervous that the dog might not be satisfied with licking, that
  he might try to mount me.  I have heard about things like that.  Mike
  realized my worry.  "Listen Aubrey, if he does decide to fuck you,
  remember, his cock is small compared to ours.  You probably won't be
  bothered by the bugger."  But just then, Jack put his hunting dog paws
  around my hips, like a lover, I could feel his moist dick pushed at the door
  of my ass.  I let out a frightened sob.

  Mike said, "Look, suck my finger.  It will help you forget what is
  happening at your back door."  He inserted his big manly digit into my
  boyish lips and I took to it like a pro.  I sucked it with all my might, out of
  fear.  Then it happened, Jack entered my hot passage.  It didn't hurt, but it
  sure felt strange.  His size prevented him from going deep, but its angle
  kept hitting my little, hard prostate and that was sending passion stars to
  my sexed up brain.

  I was too in the throes of this new experience to realize that Mike had
  gently extracted his finger and had turned his body around so that his
  prodigious family sized cock was pressing against my lips.  Automatically I
  opened my lips like a good zonked boy.  He moved in.  His precum was
  intoxicating and I began tonguing the shaft.  More honey oozed out and I
  was off; I was now a fucked boy and I sucking boy, but I didn't care.
  Electrical sparks were running up and down my teen back.

  "That's it Percy, you got it.  It feels so good.  How's your fuck going?"

  I only groaned.  "Good, that groan tells me you are happy and in lust.  But
  keep sucking.  I am getting close.  You have the hottest boi lips and I can't
  hold off much longer."

  "Then a strange thing happened.  First Jack ejaculated into my
  fundaments; then Mike shouted and stiffened and treated my mouth and
  tonsils with his fragrant cum.  That proved to be too much for me, my own
  cock exploded so hard and so much that I again almost passed out.

  When Mike and I got our breath back we checked out Jack.  He was
  already sleeping on his back, snoring audibly.  Mike said that I was broken
  in ass-wise, and I should be ready for the main event with a relatives
  cornholing.

  "Tell you what Freddie," I said to Mike.  "I think I'd like to get into the act
  of fucking.  It's the only thing I haven't done yet this weekend.  What do
  you say."

  With a lisp like Boris Karloff he said, "Frankenstein, you have become a
  monster, but youth must be served.  Wake me in the morning and fuck
  me."


  End