Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2007 11:01:03 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Lil' Brother and Mr. Dooby, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Bestiality

This sort of sounds like a kid's story.  Believe me, it's not.  If you are
under 18 years of age you should not be here because of law, custom and
parent's belief.  I do welcome all others.


I moved out of the family farm two years ago when I was 18.  I live here in
an older manufactured home (you probably call it a trailer) about ten miles
from the state highway, in good ol' "Ioway" It would be lonely for a guy of
22 with no girls or guys his age around.  I only have Mr. Doody for
company.  Mr.Dooby appeared one day on my doorstep and just stayed.  He is
a part collie, part German shepherd if you can 'magine that, but the best
of both shows up on him.  He's a good lookin' beast and getting to look
better and better as a partner.  Now if you are readin' something in to
that, you are truly correct.  Mr. D and I have an intimate relationship.
It's a secret from, the world.

Now if you are a regular person you may wonder how I keep body and soul
together way out here.  Well I am goin' mention it, but please do not go
blabbing around 'bout my stuff.  I raise a "cash" crop 'bout a quarter mile
from the digs here.  It's a small-scale operation.  I don't aim to git
rich, jus' eat.

I got a telephone call last night from my little brother Petey.  He's now
eighteen an' pa's making noises lak he should be thinkin' of movin' on.  Pa
is all heart, bless his drunkin' self.  "Hello Dicky, this is your dear bro
Mike.  You got a little room other end your cabin.  I'm packing it in here
and could you use some help with your "farmin" and shit?"

I like Mikey.  When we wuz home together he had a real fond relationship,
if you know what I mean.  Mikey is the looker in the family.  You know that
actor Orlando Bloom?  Well think of him at eighteen, that's 'proximately
Mikey.  Same thick wavy chestnut hair and fair skin and dark eyes.

Yeah, we is brothers, but knowin' pa, it surely possible that I had a
different ma.  I'm the tall one, six four, lanky, hawk-nosed, but like a
good horse I am well cocked and have the best teeth you ever did see.
Mikey once tol' me that I am a total sexy package in his eyes.  "Sure bro,
yur as welcome as the sun in the mornin' bring yur shit.  "Oh, I got a
friend livin' with me, Mr. Dooby.  He's friendly."

The next morning there's a knockin' at the metal door an I hold a pillow
front of my nakedness and find my smiling, handsome brother outside the
door.  "Your happy to see me Dicky," he said lookin' down at my 'quipment
bobbin' in the light from the door."

"How'd you git here with all that stuff?" I asked lookin' at the bags and
one large cardboard box.

"Daddy was drunk from last night and I told him that he promised to drop me
off.  It was worth my life getting here.  He didn't miss a rain ditch on
the way.  He may not make it home, but that would be no loss."

You see our daddy was a child beater and molester.  The last until we got
old enough to whip him back.  But Mikey and me, we don't take 'bout that
now that we're grown.

Mikey always wuz the lover.  He dropped everything on the floor and rushed
up and grabbed me in a bear hug that nearly squashed the air out of me.
But he felt nice and fresh and warm and smelt like the piney woods.  We
separated, both lookin' a bit shy after that hug when suddenly Mr.Dooby
rushed into the room, stopped dead, sniffed the air, then slowly walked up
to Mikey with a look on his dog face that was beyond tellin'.  He seemed to
be smiling and actin' cute which for a dog of his size was plain stupid.

Mikey said, "So that's Mr. Dooby.  He's a real nice looking animal."

I warned not to call him an 'animal', "He thinks he's our other brother."

Mr.Dooby, having looked long enough came right up to Mikey and stuck his
long nose from his collie part into the place where Mikey keeps his cock
and balls and pressed and sniffed.  Mikey got that dumb smile he gets when
his male part gits stim-a-lated.  But he got himself away from Mr.Dooby's
inquiring nose and began stowin' his junk into the small room at the other
end of the place.

Dickey is all man, but the laddie is a real good cook.  He fixed all the
food when we wuz livin' as a family, 'course no mom.  Right now he looked
over the kitchen and let out a low whistle.  "I'd say this kitchen needs a
kitchen.  We ought to fix it up.  You got any money?"

"How much to make it good 'nough for you to cook in?"

"I'd say close to one thousand bucks."

"Wal I ain't got near that much but I kin give you 'bout five hunert.  Take
it, it's in the fridge ice tray.  Meanwhile, fore we shop, you do the best
you can for breakfast."

Mikey is truly a treasure.  He went over the eggs, throwing away the bad
ones, scaped some mold off'n the big sausage and 'fore you could 'mage it,
he had an sausage and cheese omelet and made the first good coffee I had in
months.  That came from the can he brought with him.  He said good coffee
keep a man sane."

After breakfast we picked up some tools and hiked out to my "farm" in the
woods.  Mr.Dooby opened one eye, but 'cided to sleep in.  This was not a
new idea, he did it every morning.

Mikey was surprised at the find crops we had.  "Ready for harvesting, at
least some.  Do you dry it and package it?"

"Sure, that's what the shed here is for.  Slow cookin'.  Plastic pack and
tape is there too."

"Have the police ever bothered you.?"

"Funny thing, they knocked on my door and asked me to take them to the
"farm".  When we got there they looked all over for a still.  They thought
I was using local corn to make likka.  When they saw the plants and the
drying stuff, they took a sample, for sex tonight with my woman, an' left
with a wave.  I tol' them to come by any time for a refill."

"Amazing," Mikey said slapping his knee.  "Saw Dickey, I saw that old truck
in the lean to.  It is running."

"No, I been trying to get it fixed but I think I need parts."

"Can I give it a try.  We need it to get the kitchen stuff and food to eat
you hillbilly."

That afternoon I took a nap.  Mr.Dooby tried to git into bed with me but I
shooed him away 'cause Mikey could walk in on us.  I woke up 'bout five or
so in the afternoon 'cause there was a loud engine noise outside.  Oh my
saintly heaven, ol' Pete good the truck runnin'."

I ran outside, there he was, stripped to the waist, sweat dripping from his
chest over his new muscles I never seen and grinning like a monkey.
"Tomorrow we drive to town."

We sat around after supper.  Mikey again make good stuff from nothing.  He
found a side of ham and he had brought some good bread, with that and
cheese we ate sandwiches that were real good.

"You got any of your "produce" around?"

I told him that I did and it would be nice to light up with him.  I told
him that when I was alone, it weren't no good, you need company.  He liked
that and it made him feel welcome, which he sure was.

I had made corncob pipes from easy to find cobs 'round Ioway.  I packed
them for the best sappy dried leaves and handed one to Mikey along with a
wooden match.  We both lit up.  That brother of mine must have learned to
smoke since I left.  He held that smoke like an expert, no coughing.  I did
the same.  Woo eee, this was some stuff.  I felt both hot and cold at the
same time.  It was plum excellent.  I looked at Mikey, he rolled his eyes
so cutely, wish he was a gal, pursed his lips lak he was kissing, grabbed
his crotch lak he was needy, "Dicky, you got stuff here like I never used
before.  It's wicked and nice at the same time.  It seems to go right to
my.. you know."

I tol' him again how glad I am to have him livin' with me and ....shit I
was tired and fucked up but I gave him a real hug, almost unbrotherly.
When we separated, lil' brother wiped a country tear from his eyes.

We went to our separate rooms.  'Bouth three in the mornin' I heard a sound
comin' from his room.  I looked through the crack in the poor fitting
door. Geezus, there was Mikey, layin' on his back, naked and that
double-dealing daug Mr.Dooby was givin' Mikey a tongue job, as only that
big bathmat of a tongue can do, I know it.  Mikey looked lak he was well on
the way to a big spew.  His hips from rising from the bed and his pretty
mouth was open and pushing air lak he was doin' exercise.  Suddenly he
reared up and gave a moan and a grunt lak he was throwin' his cookies.  And
Mr.Dooby loved man juice.  He licked it all up and swallowed a lot and
finally lay down on the bed and began snoring, lak he does, the daug.

Mikey turned over on his belly showing his fine boy ass and matched Mr.D"s
breath for breath.,

I knew my sweet bro liked lovin' but now I know he is into dogs, in fact my
dog.  I snuck back to my room and thought about how I can turn this new
discovery into something to benefit Dicky, that's me.  Well the opportunity
came faster'n I thought toward evening.

We went into town.  We bought a real nice used fridge and stove, an' the
guy threw in a washing machine and a dryer for free.  The poor ol' truck
groaned with it's load, but we made it.  We had also stopped at the gen'l
store and picked up food.  I let Dicky decide what to buy.

We unloaded the stuff, deciding that we'd wait 'til tomorrow to hook it up,
we were plain tuckered out.  Still Dickey did make a chicken stew with
boiled spuds, my favorite.  After dinner I rewarded friend brother by
breaking out my jug of fine, aged, 98 proof Ioway corn likka.  Oh how that
boy loved to lap it up.  He was so funny stagger around the place and he
even did a strip tease.  Mr.D woke up and licked his lips when he saw
Dicky's dick waving around.  Pretty soon he slowed down and I helped him to
his bed.  In a moment he was snoring.  That left the field open for me.  I
went to my room and shucked by clothes and hissed for Mr.D.  He came
running.  I lay flat out.  "Okay you dirty dog, get on the teat.  He began
licking my soft cock, but soon it was up and running and I was crooning
softly with the feeling of it.  My eyes were closed so I could get the
benefit of his lovin'.  At some point he stopped.  I guess he was changing
positions, then he started in again, but this time he had some new ideas.
What a dog.  He licked my balls, then under my balls, then he went back to
my cock and busied himself on the spot on the back.  Oh wee, I do love that
spot to be played with.  I wasn't ready to boil over yet, but it wasn't too
far away.  I could fee my face as hot as our new stove will be.  Then I
heard Mr.Dooby give a bark and then jump on the bed.  Now how can that be.
How can he.....uh, uh, it was lil' bro who was bringin' me to heaven.  I
opened my eyes and looked over his shaggy head, on our his smooth fair back
to Mr.Dooby, staring back at me.  He had his tongue out and then he sniffed
Mikey's fine ass.  Mikey hiccupped around my cock and moaned a bit.  Dooby
really get on to his assignment.  He narrowed his tongue and stuck it in
Mikey's hole.  There was no cover up now.  Mikey was howling with the fun
of it.  I slapped his check, by not hard, and told him to go back to his
sucking.

So there we were.  Would you call it a threesome if one of them is not
human.  Far as I'm concerned, it qualifies.  Oh yes, Mikey stimulated by
Dooby's earnest mouth fuck with sucking me like an electrical appliance and
my balls were really riled up.  I could feel that funny stiffness coming
over my upper legs.  I was singing away some moany song.  Mikey was humming
on my cock and Dooby was panting and humping the air.  I was the first to
fall off the plant.  With a yelp I sort of doubled up and delivered by
load.  Mikey came next, wet the sheet under him, good we have the new
washin' machine.  Finally Dooby gave the staccato bark he makes when he red
dog prick is out and it begins to spray.  It did, all over Mikey's ass.
What a mess, but good run.

"Bro," I said, "I think we are goin' have a nice time together, including
Mr. Dooby.  Isn't that right fella?"  But he was on his back, paws up in
the air, tongue hanging out, pretending he was dead.

We all went to sleep that night, but all wasn't zackly hunky dory, no sir,
thinks got complicated by a knock on the door.

End Part One

Who's on the other side of the door?  Will Mr. Dooby like him?  Does
Mr.Dooby get to fuck anything?  Stay tuned, stay unbuttoned.