Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 08:46:20 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Rodent Rub-Off, Part One"  by Jay Roberts      Bestiality

The title should be "Hickory, Dickory Dock, The Mouse Ran Up My Cock".
Why?  All will be revealed by reading.  BUT, if you are under 18, leave!!



I guess I am gay.  Why?  `Cause I love a living thing that is of the male
gender.  But, as you will see, I am doubly queer.

The object of my affection is Donald.  Now I also have a best friend named
Dickie (Dick now that we have passed our fifteenth birthdays.)  I guess I
could have fallen in lust with Dick since he is a seriously good looking
dude, but I guess my attentions were drawn to Donald because of his special
talents.

Dick know nothing about my relationship.  Yeah, until today.

Donald was in a good mood.  He loves to be hand fed.  He and gets all sexed
up it when I tickle his belly.  He even gets a little erection.  I say
"little" because he IS little, a little fuzzy, cute, loving white mouse.

Okay, now you know.  I guess now you think I am totally nuts, but listen to
what a lover Donald is.

I came home from school and immediately slipped off my shorts and lay on
the bed.  Donald knows that if he does a good job for me, that the reward
of a sip of beer (yeah he's an alcoholic) and some "Kibble and Bits" plus a
belly rub are in store for him.

My penis, maturing over the last few months to a respectable size, that was
admired in the locker room, was already increasing in size and girth as I
heard Donald's little feet tap taping on the linoleum.  Yes, he had the run
of the house but was clever enough to hide when my parents were around.

He climbed up on the bed.  I got a little full in the dick area and I began
breathing audibly.  I was a pig sucker for what was coming.  He was very
agile and knew exactly how to climb up the spread and then get onto my
legs.  I think he enjoyed the fuzzy hair that was now growing on them.

Then it began and my prick shot up to its full size (6-3/8", its most
recent size) he wrapped his little, soft, white haired legs, (all four)
around my shaft and began his pole dance.  He moved up and down
lasciviously to my silent applause.  Maybe I should have thrown dollar
bills at him, but I never thought of it.  Then he got serious, his paws
began rubbing up and down.  He had to hold on tight because my cock was
flexing wildly.  He shimmied up and took a drink of my drops of pre cum
that were collecting on the shiny penis, near the piss slit.  That was,
after beer, his favorite drink.

I knew I was getting too noisy, but the house was empty, at least I thought
so, but just as I was getting into that hump motion with my rising knees,
and as my face getting stupid with open mouth and dripping spit, just
then----Dickie walked in the bedroom.

"Hey Shawn, what's up.  Whoa!  I see your willy's up.  Enjoy wiping one
off, I'll stay and watch.  Maybe I'll get some new ideas."

Then, as he moved closer and pulled up a chair, intending to be an audience
of one, the perv, he spotted my accomplice, he's paws working furiously.

"Oh shit, you've trained Donald to jerk you off, a trick mouse.  Very
interesting.  Can I try him out?"

Now let me take a moment to clarify my relationship with Dickie, eh, Dick.
We were comfortable with each other as far as seeing each other naked, but
we were no way sex partners.  True we have jerked off together (separately)
watching porn, but this suggestion he just made was pushing the envelop.

"Sure," I husked, still half crocked with sexual languidity.

He didn't waste a moment, he kicked off his rubber sandals, slipped off his
tee shirt and pulled down his elastic sport shorts.  He had no underwear
and in a sec he was naked and lying beside me.  I checked out his
equipment.  Very adequate, not so advanced as mine, but pretty excellent.
It was his long five foot ten body and growing muscles that beat me.  But
then, girls were nuts for my curly blond hair while he had lank, thin shit
brown hair.

But he looked good, and felt better, to me, his warm length touching my
side.  He shook his long thin prick and it got hard and stuck up like a
periscope from his slim trunk.

"Okay Shawn, you had enough turn with him.  Put him to work on my stuff."

Reluctantly I lifted the little guy and noticed that he was still flailing
his paws as I transferred him to Dickie's shaft.  Donald grabbed hold like
it was a monkey bar.  There we were, awfully intimate for two guys who are
supposedly straight, letting a male--let's say it--wank us.

Anyone peeking in would see these two naked guys, hard ons waving, moaning
a little and watching each other avidly.  It was a queer scene, no doubt
about it.


End Part One