Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2010 05:26:53 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'Rodent Rub-Off, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts     Bestiality

I watched with growing excitement, my prick dripping, my spit leaking out
of the corner of my mouth.  Oh how I envied Dickie's present excitement.
He was almost unrecognizable with his half open mouth and squinting eyes,
still, knowing he was caught in passion, I still lusted after him.

Then.

Then he did something.

He reached out and wrapped his slim, long hands around my pulsing cock.  I
moaning loudly.  In a moment I was spilling so much pre cum that he was
slipping as he wanked me.  The two of us were hurling toward a big one.
Dickie's bony shanks started to lift and he made grunting sounds, almost of
alarm, at the sensations that were whipping at his body.

Dickie proved himself a real pal as he never let off his stroke.  He gave
special attention to the upper portion of my 5 and 3/8" pleasure stick.
That always go me.  Then he pinched down on the head.  "Oh shit!" I
screamed.  "You fucker, I'm gonna spill."

His own grunts showed that he was even ahead of me.  I put my arm around
his warm shoulder and we hurled down the unknown abyss together, like
orphans in the storm.

We howled and pulsed and shook and gurgled as our hot kid spooge flew out
of our piss slits and coated our chins and chests with fragrant sperm.
Meanwhile, Donald tip toed, or tip pawed away.  If he could talk, he would
say, "My work is done here."

"Duke," Dick growled, we gotta do this again, soon."

I nodded, but I wasn't sure my heart could stand another session like this.
Little did I know that this was only a training exercise, the real three
stage rocket would go off the next day.

Well here I am, lying this time, on my belly, hoping I would get horny
Donald to come to me.  If only I had a flute I could play a tune like the
Pied Piper of Hamlin, but a the only flute I had was a flesh flute.  I
reached under my belly on through the soft pubic hair and found my friend
just acting like he had just woke up.  He was firming up and as usual was
getting a bit wet around the piss slit.  So there I was, my ass slightly
raised making friends with my cock.  Just then Donald scurried up the back
of my hairy legs and stood on his hind legs surveying the scene.  He had
never been in that position before, looking down at those (it must seem to
him) mighty flesh hills.  A mountain climber at heart, he ascended and
tickled my ass cheek.  Continuing his exploration he came upon (to him) an
interesting object.  It was moist and pink with puckered flesh around the
rim.  He sniffed at it.  It's owner (me) let out an undignified, but
enthusiastic "Yeah!"

It felt great, more than great, fucking hot!  He must have known that he
was pleasing me because he then pushed his whiskered snout right into the
breech.  I hiccupped in ecstasy, my body heaving and shamelessly pushing my
ass at him.

Just then...you guessed it, Dickie came in the room.  He ought to take up
being a spy because he sure could sneak around.  "What have we here?"  His
annoying, usual remark.  "You are being mouse fucked, or at least mouse
rimmed."

He was undressed in a flash and at my ear.  "Try the real thing."  Lifted
the probing mouse from his perch and placed him on the floor.  He put his
big hands around my hips and pulled me up so that my ass was in the air and
my ass hole exposed to his hot eyes.

I'm no dope, I knew what he had in mind and I was petrified, partly because
I never had anything larger than a thermometer up there and partly because
I wasn't sure he was capable of this advanced kind of sex.  I turned my
head toward him and asked, temporarily interrupted his study of my ass
hole.  "You ever done this before?"

"Sure, with one of my older brothers."

"You fucked him?" amazed that an older guy would let him do it to him, but
then as he hesitated, I realized that he was not the fucker, but the
fuckee.  This next adventure was the blind leading the blind, but as they
say, fucking comes natural and my boy was brave and game as he pushed the
head of his boy cock into my hole.

We both got electric shocks.  "Ooooh, that's kinda nice," I cooed an
admittance.

"Oh shit, this is so hot, I'm biting my tongue to keep from spilling right
away."

But he was able to hold on and he pushed forward.  Each inch was a thrill
to me and I kept lifting my ass higher to get more of his delicious cock
filling my insides.  I knew then and there that this was something I had
been wanting all along but never knew.

He was doing sweet things to me, very unlike his usually cool self.  I
mean, he was licking my shoulder and gently biting my ear.  Right then,
even if later I didn't, I loved him and loved that insolent prick sawing
inside me.

He was hoarsely breathing in my ear and I was almost yelping over the over
the top feelings.

In the middle of it all, I glanced in the corner and found Donald, standing
on his rear legs watching us.  I think he was studying us for new sex
ideas.  I almost called out to him, "You mind?  We're fucking here!"

Then my mind closed as a buzzy fog enveloped me.  I know that feeling.  You
get drugged with your coming cum and the world slows down and narrows down
to your prick.  Your prick seems enormous and your little body is attached
to, subject to it's whims and power.

Meanwhile Dick was muttering something about being 'almost there'.  "Cum
baby," he whispered in my ear. "I'll feel it and then I can let go."

That permission had a powerful effect on my, I locked and shot heavy
streams up at my belly and chest, I could feel my ass hole clamping and
unclamping and he began grunting loudly and bucking.  I felt a soothing
stream of spooge coating my insides as he helpless shot his load and then
fell onto my back.

A moment later he reverted to his sardonic self.  "That was pretty good,
but with practice it good really blow our minds."

I knew that this was going to be something we'd do a lot...and we did.  I
had to fight to not become his bitch and often I refused him, but weakly,
he knew I was in love with being fucked.

Now about Donald.  He was furious.  True I gave me some hand jobs and fed
him beer and snacks but I no long allowed him sex liberties with him.
Shit, I'm a one partner boy.  Dick noticed that Donald had become reclusive
and cranky and Dick arrived one day with a little box with air holes cut in
it.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's not a 'that', it's a what."

"Well what?"

He pulled off the cover and there inside, reclining like Cleopatra coming
down the Nile, was a fat, whit e mouse.  "He's name is Percy.  He's a
little nancy, but nice."

Donald came running over and peered into the luxurious interior of the box.
He made some squeaky mouse noises and in a moment, Percy rose, stretched
and climbed out of the box.  He waved a languid paw at Donald who was
immediately in love and walked mincingly across the room and waited for
besotted Donald.  In a moment, they were making out in Donald's favorite
corner.

"Okay," Dick said, "Donald's taken care of, now how about me, my prick is
aching to get into a warm tunnel.  Would you deny me after my great gift to
Donald?"

In reply I lay on my back and lifted my legs.  Dickie smiled a wet smile
and undressed.  In a minute his long torso was between my upper legs and
his prick was bumping my hole.  As usual, I we slipped into auto fuck, a
happy state.  I liked this new position so I could watch his face as he
progressed from control to helplessness in his push up the long hill toward
nutting.  I got to love his changing expressions, from a smirk to a more
serious look, then the look of helpless abandon as he slipped into serious
fucking.  He looked a bit stupid, but I loved his grimace as he fought off
the inevitable.  The way his tongue lolled out and his eyes bugged open as
the cum hit.

I just couldn't stand his cuteness.  I wailed out, just before I shot,
"Kiss me!"

We had never kissed.  Funny we were intimate lovers, but now that new fence
was to be jumped.  Our lips fused.  Oh why didn't we do that before.  It
was such a great way to cum with tongues intertwining and pricks shooting.
If only it could last longer, but maybe not...that might lead to madness.

"I think I love you," Dickie said.  Wow, that was heavy.

He watched me for my reaction.  Finally I said, "I guess, me too," but I
was careful to keep my voice down so Donald didn't hear, but I don't think
he'd mind, Percy was teaching him French kissing.

Well there you have my story of "Mice and Men," you can see that a prick is
still a prick, small, or large.

End of story