Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2010 15:30:14 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Craigs List Hellboy, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Bestiality {Author's note. I usually keep my stories to one or two parts, but some readers have asked that I add to this story. Here it is.} We became a happy household. I was able to satisfy my sexual needs in full measure. There was always Satan when Norman wasn't home. Yeah, lately Norman has been busy at his job. He never told me exactly what he did until last night. "I own a bookstore. One that specializes in exotic literature and also sells sex toys." "Wow, you must meet some interesting customers." "That's exactly why I bought that store. In fact, tonight one of my customers is coming over. I told him that I have a loving dog and he got all twitchy. He said that he had always wanted to try out that stuff." Well I was in my bedroom and I heard the door bell. This was around seven PM. I peeked out and saw Norman, wearing only his shorts, go to the door. He opened it wide and in strode a dude of about twenty. This kid had attitude enough to supply the entire neighborhood. "Hey Normie," he said. How does he get to say that. I got severely corrected when I did. But Norman quickly mastered the situation with his usual powerful personality. "Are you up for strange experiences?" "Fuck," the kid said, grabbing his full crotch, "Look at me, I'm already dripping." "Okay Bobby, slip off your clothes and come into my bedroom." Norman glanced at my room, oh shit, busted. He saw my eye looking out. But to my gratitude he beckoned me to follow but he hung back and asked me to bring some drinks. "Add you special magic powder, hon." Magic powder? It really wasn't MY magic powder. Evil Norman had prepared it. It was a mix of roofies and Viagra, he always said that if we ever use it, it's better if you only add a small dose to a drink. "You don't want to zonk the guy out, do you?" I heard him say that his roommate, me, was making some drinks and that the kid, Bobby should just relax. I brought the three drinks, the glass that had the red swirls on it was the potent one. Norman and I took the neutral ones and Bobby who was a little nervous grabbed the third. He slurped it down completely. We just sipped and feasted our eyes on the boy's body. He was one of those pure white bois. That made his dark pubes and underarm hair stand out. He had a nice, on the way to a gym build body. Oh, then there was that cock, uncut, lying sweetly and innocently on one bony hip, its head glistening with a slight coating of early sex honey. We chatted. Why? To wait for the effects of the drink to take effect. When it did, it was pretty noticeable. Bobby's face broke into a grin. You could see his whole body getting comfortable and his prick got a little fatter with the head protruding a bit. So nice. "Where's your doggie," he said in a baby voice. Shit, this kid was going under the spell of the drugs. Did I use too much. "Satan's in the kitchen, he always takes a little nap after his dinner. Shall I call him?" "Yeah," he said with child-like enthusiasm. But it wasn't necessary to call him. Satan can always smell stiff cock from a mile away and he padded into the room, almost smiling, if you can imagine that. Bobby got one look at him and looked a little scared. "He's real big. Is he safe? I don't know about this." But Satan does believe in the school foreplay. He was exactly the right height to push his nose at Bobby's stiffening prick. Then he unfurled his mighty tongue, wrapped it completely around the flesh pole and slid it off that rewrapped and so on. That was his special contribution to cock sucking. Norman once said that he ought to apply for a patent on it. Poor Bobby. His eyes opened wide at the effect and his pretty mouth opened and he emitted a pleased and surprised "Whooee." Norman and I, like proud parents, beamed at the proficiency of our hairy "child", Meanwhile Satan settled down on the bed, his paws on each side of Bobbie's smooth pale legs, just on the powerful thigh muscles. I said to Norman, "You want some of this?" He nodded. He sure did. His face was bright red and he was breathing like a leaky pump. I bet that he has a heavy crush on this boy. I couldn't blame him. This kid was cute, cute beyond words with that splay of hair over his forehead and his ready, quick sexuality responding to dirty Satan. Without a word, Norman and I slipped off our clothes. Bobby never noticed. He was whirling in a sexual tornado. Norman's generous cock was already at it full mast and he rubbed the wet head over the tranced boy on the bed. Bobby smiled and opened his mouth and took the cock in. He turned his head so that he could begin a gentle suck. Norman had been waiting for this moment. I never saw him so totally captured by his sexual feelings. His tongue lolled out stupidly and his tits were standing out in little hard erections. Then he was uttering little sounds of oh and raspy breathing. The guy was lost to his feelings. The question was, how could I get into this. My cock was so hard, it was hurting. Then to my amazement, Norman, the master, the ultimate top leaned over his sucker and grabbed my cock from behind him and steered it toward his hole. That was the first time I had actually seen his ass hole. It was the sexist thing I had ever seen. The pink pucker was circled in dark soft hair and the back of his balls were covered with fur. That ass hole was moving in and out and he pulled me toward it. I had never fucked, but I took to it like a duck to water. In a moment, I was in. I grabbed his big shoulders and braced myself. I could feel his ass moving a little, encouraging me to fuck hard. I didn't disappoint. ;I pulled my hips back so that my cock head was just inside and then pushed forward. He cried out in excitement and pleasure. I knew that I had him at his must needy moment. I fucked that proud Norman with all the strength I had. My hips were a blur and he was crying out, sobbing with surrender. I felt my body stiffening, ready to spew. Through slitted eyes I saw Satan making soft sounds as Bobby's hips began a slight fucking motion as he began his orgasm. Then I heard his slurping sounds as Norman delivered the milk. I couldn't hold out. I blanked out a moment and then my cock exploded into the warm interior of Norman's hot canal. I held him tight around his waist as I shot spurt after spurt into his hole. When my orgasm subsided I kept my cock in him, doing what Satan would do, pretending I had a knot. Norman liked it. He kept wiggling backwards to feel me, but soon I lost my hard on and I slipped out. We smiled at each other. We looked down at cute Bobby. Bobby wasn't smiling, in fact, he had an annoyed look on his face. I leaned down to him. "Bobby, what's wrong. It looked as if you had a good time and you sure nutted." "Yeah, I did, but I always need two cums, otherwise I get blue balls." Norman said, "I never heard of shit look that, but if you need another cum, we'll take care of you babe." "Wait a fucking minute," I said. "I like Satan, especially when he does his thing on me, but I not going suck Bobby after he's been slurped over by Satan." "Geez," said Norman, "You're so damn fastidious. Tell you what, we'll both give him a hand job." I asked Bobby if that was okay with him. "Sure," he said, "I like hand jobs." So the two of us went to work on him. It was pleasant work. He had a lovely prick. I tickled his balls and rubbed then and finally gently swung them back and forth. Norman worked his baton, up and down, sideways and rubbed the head on the up stroke. I tell you, we ought to have been paid. Bobby just loved our work. He was humming and hiccupping and moaning and making other weird sounds. We knew he was on a peak, about to tumble down the hill into his cum when he suddenly opened his eyes fully (they were crossed) then screwed his pretty face up into a horror mask as his orgasm took hold of him. He shook and vibrated and drew up his knees and jerked them back and forth. This was more than a cum, it was a seizure, but as bad as it looked. He broke into a broad smile when it was over and begged Norman to kiss him down. Now we only have two bedrooms but Norman and Bobby pleaded with me to let Bobby stay. "He can use the couch in the living room," Norman said. Bobby put his two hands one on each knee. They were warm. He moved my legs open and shut as he pleaded. "I'll pay same as Norman. You'll make money on me. I'm neat. I can cook. I'll suck you off anytime you ask." Could I say no....NO! It worked out fine. We were a busy house of sex. Satan did his part too. End of Story