Date: Tue, 12 May 2009 07:42:19 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Lab in the Men's Room" ;by Jay Roberts    Gay Bestiality

"The Lab in the Men's Room"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Bestiality


++++Have I got your curiosity aroused?  How about other body parts?  I'm
talking to over 18 year olds.  If you are younger, my lips are sealed and
my keyboard is locked.  This dirty story is for older people.


I won't tell you the name of the college, but it is a small one in
California and this story takes place in the 1970's at that college and
specifically in the student's toilet.

I am here for freshmen orientation.  The long morning session with all the
speeches, and the three cups of coffee left me aching to pee.  I saw that
during this break that scores of attendees were heading for the toilets.  I
stood there looking dismayed when a young fellow spoke to me.

"I know a toilet in the back of the building that won't be crowded."

He was one of those California hippies, but cute as all hell.  He had long
blond hair in a very messy arrangement, but cute.  He was tall and thin,
like a rock star.  He was wearing a denim shirt that had the sleeves torn
off and the front was open way down because of missing buttons.  His smooth
pale, but cute, chest glowed emphasizing his puffy pink nipples.

This was a boy who was very ungay.  He was too unkempt to be gay, but cute.
Now the thing that set him off from the other freshmen was his companion, a
taffy-colored Labrador.  You could see that the dog adored him; he stared
at his owner with soft eyes and watched the scruffy boy's every move.

"Nice dog," I said.  You have to say things like that to dog owners.  "Are
dogs allowed here."?

"They are trying to pass regulations that they can't be inside the
buildings, but other than that..."

"You mean they used to roam around the classrooms?

Yep.  I heard that one dog lifted his leg and peed against the prof's
desk."

"What happened to him."?

"Nothing, the prof was high as usual and just smiled and said that the dogs
was critiquing his lecture.  Yeah, there's a lot of toking here, no one
seems to mind.  You got any?"

I shook my head no.

"Hey, I can see you squeezing your thighs together.  We better hurry or
you'll wet yourself."  He smirked and I felt that we were already friends.

Sure enough, there was an unmarked door around the back.  He pushed it open
and the three of us went in.  Me, Wes (we did the intro thing) me, Billy
and the dog, Taffy (original, huh?)

There were two of those pot like urinals that offered very little privacy,
but that didn't seem to bother Wes.  He pulled down his shorts over his
backside and unfurled his long slim member and sighed loudly.  "Oh this is
going to be a good one.  I was getting piss hardons."

Shit, he's so uninhibited, I stowed my shyness and took my place beside
him.  I felt a moment's pride as I unzipped by pants and pulled my big cock
out.  For a conservative religious boy, I have a big one.  It's eight and
one half inches when hard and as thick as a beer can.  He took a good look,
and whistled.

"You're really hung."

"True, but I don't think we should be talking about prick sizes, it's too
gay."

"Gay smay, I take sex from wherever I find it."

At that moment, as I was looking at him, his eyes rolled up and he let out
a long loud sigh.  I looked down, Taffy had his tongue out; a big tongue,
the King Cong of tongues and he had wrapped it around Wes's long tubular
dick.

"He loves my cock.  He can't keep his tongue off it, the beast."

"Shouldn't you stop him?  Someone might come in."

"Are you crazy, I need a good cum after all that lecturing today.  If you
tried to stop him, I'd kill you.  I'm just getting to be at the leaky
stage.  He loves my precum."

This was really nuts.  My long delicious pee was over but I lingered at the
urinal because I had a big stiff one.  Wes noticed.

"You want Taffy to help you out?"

I starred into his eyes.  Gee, they sure were blue.  He nodded eagerly.
"Go for it."

I began breathing audibly.  Of course he heard it.  He knew I was hooked.
At nineteen wanking is like breathing.  I nodded slightly.

"Taffy, lick that prick," he said poetically.

The dog let out a joyous soft bark and left off his ministrations on Wes
and not bothering to put his tongue back in his mouth, he turned to take
care of me.  In an instant I felt that possessive tongue swirling around my
big shaft.  In another moment I was reduced to crooning idiot.

Wes was really enjoying that.  He put a companionably arm around my waist
and cooed in my ear.  "He's good isn't he?  Don't try to fight off your
cum.  If you let it just get there, he can get you off in about one minute.
He does for me."  As he talked at me softly he took over for Taffy and was
noisily working his cock.

"Ooh," I said.  "I'm getting real close."

"I can see that.  Do you always drool and does your tongue hang out.  You
really looked zonked, but cute."  And at that, he leaned closer to me and
put his warm, full lips against mine and kissed me.  This boi was a born
kisser.  His lips seemed to pull mine possessively.  His pink tongue had a
slight taste of pot and it was a busy tongue that flicked and probed until
I could hardly catch my breath.

Suddenly my hippie friend changed his demeanor.  He put one foot behind one
of my legs and neatly lowered me to the ground.  It happened so fast, I
didn't resist, especially because my cum was on the horizon.

I was on my back.  He leaned over me.  "Taffy is an outstanding fucker.
You want him?"

Now I have been fucked three times, once by my brother and twice by his
friend Jeff.  I liked it, but I had decided that I had enough bottom boy
stuff.

I lay there, huffing loudly, hoping my decision would not have to be made.
The idea of a dog!!! It was scary.  Wes could see the indecision playing
over my face and decided to take the bull by the horns, or may the horny
bull by the cock.  He slapped my check.  It was such a surprise that I
blubbered a bit, like a baby.

"Lift your pretty legs Billy.  Taffy is talking to you.  He wants his
fuck."

I lifted my legs.  Why did I do that?  This boi was like a hypnotist, or
maybe I like being ordered around.  I'll have to sort all this out later.

Taffy got his snout close to my rosette.  I was fast beginning to circle
the room in a deep sexual trance.  I heard Wes's soothing voice through the
haze.  "Taffy likes a clean chute to fuck.  He's now about to clean you up,
not that you necessarily need it, but he's a hound for the spick and span."

All this matter of fact talk coming at me, me who's legs are being held up
by my hands at the backs of my knees and a large dog is checking out my
poop hole.  This is bizarre and a half.  But my thoughts were cut off as
the creature's smooth tongue furled itself into a tight roll and entered.
He swirled the tongue around bumping my prostate and sending me into waves
of intense sensation.

Finally he felt I was primed.  Wes learned down to check out my ass hole.
"Oh yes, it looks spanking clean.  Oh my, an unfortunate expression.
Perhaps you'd like me to spank it.  You do have, to my opinion, a slight
masochistic streak in you.  One day, we must investigate that.  Perhaps a
good spanking would make you a happier boy, but alas, that's in the future.
But right now, I must admire your male cunt.  It's a beauty.  No hair.  No
brown pigmentation that one sees so often, just lovely pink flesh."  He
stopped his chatter for a moment. "Oh my, I do go on and I see you are
dying here.  You ass hole is sucking air, it's so needy.  All right Taffy,
you can fuck him."

I tensed myself for the bestial attack, but happily Taffy was a true
gentleman.  His talons on his paws he drew in so they wouldn't scratch me
and he entered by hot hole very gradually.  This dog was a true gentleman
and I will ask him to marry me after our honeymoon that is going to take
place right now.

Oh Taffy's prick was long and had a time getting fully lodged in my chute.
But once it was all in, right up to and past his testicles, he hunkered
down on my tender back and began a slow, tantalizing and completely
wonderful fuck.  His mouth was dripping dog spit all over my neck and upper
back but I didn't mind it as long as he kept of that glorious fuck.  I was
mewling like a pig.  I was happy to be that dog's bitch.  My sexual peak
was reached and then receded, whirling back and forth.

Wes had watched the whole thing, wanking himself softly, his mouth open in
excitement.  Then he must have thought of an idea.  He lay his blond shaggy
head on my stomach and he turned himself so that my cock was at his lips.
He took it inside and began suckling me like a babe at the nipple.  The
combined effect of my ass being reamed expertly and my cock being sucked
with increased vigor was bringing me toward my crashing climax like an
unstoppable freight train.

Suddenly I heard Taffy begin to emit little yipping sounds, then I felt as
if a garden hose was shooting in there.  It bathed my insides with hot dog
spooge.  I then heard a high keening, girlish wail.  It was me in the
throes of an intense orgasm.  I was hardly finished when Wes finished
sucking all I had to offer and moved upward until his cock was at my mouth.

He grunted, "Take it.  Suck me off NOW."

Still vibrating from my cum I obeyed.  It only took him a minute to scream
that he was cumming and he shot six heavy streams into my gulping throat.

We lay panting.  Suddenly I perked up.  "Hey we better get back to the
orientation, it must be convened by now."

"I won't go, I've hard enough of them."

"You mean you are not an incoming freshman?"

"Naw, a junior.  I just come to these with Taffy to "orient" a sweet,
fresh, new boy."

"You are a fucking seducer."

"I couldn't have put it better myself."

I returned to the orientation session, my ass leaking a little.  I was
angry that I had been tricked into giving up my ass, but truthfully that
anger didn't last too long.  I came across him a week later on the campus.
We looked at each other and both nodded.

"Come Taffy," he said, "We got an afternoon date."

End