Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 17:57:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Kevin Ford Subject: Me and Orson Part 2, (bestiality: M/dog, F/dog/ b/dog) Legal Notice: If you are not at least 18 years old, you should not be reading this! All characters are 100% fictitious, any resemblance to actual people is a coincidence. If animal/human sex, turns you off, don't read it! Go play elsewhere. Permission to archive on web sites: limited to ASSGM and Nifty. Others may have this file on their web site, BUT YOU MUST EMAIL ME and let me know (if you're displaying this kind of story, you're probably displaying others like it -- others that I'd like to see :)). Authors note: Here's part two, in less time than I though it would take. Not much happens in this part, so if you're just after a quick release go read the first part instead. If you haven't yet, you should read at least the first couple of paragraphs of the first story. Oh, and if the formatting under Notepad makes the text a bit too wide, I apologize. Just open the file in Wordpad. I'm writing this using OpenOffice, then saving as a text file, so it doesn't quite look the same. But trust me, I NEED the auto spell checker! You're just lucky this isn't handwritten, you'd never decipher my chicken scratches. Me And Orson, part 2: The Day After The next day I awoke fairly early, at least for me: 10am. I threw on some shorts, and waddled to the kitchen -- my ass was still a bit sore from the pounding Orson gave me yesterday. After feeding and letting out the dogs, I made myself some breakfast, or brunch, if you prefer. Nothing fancy, just cereal. As I was sitting at the table flipping channels, I heard a knock at the door. I kinda figured it was my neighbor Liz or her son, Josh, and yup, it was Liz. Liz is a single mother, raising a quite cute 11 year old son, Josh. Liz is what you would consider a pretty woman: about 5' 5", slim, long brunette hair. Not a supermodel, but fair from ugly (not that I'm one to judge women, since I AM a gay zoo!). Her son Josh is your average 11 year old: short, brown hair, slender frame that hasn't quite lost all of it's baby fat. He's always full of energy, and is very outgoing. He is the one that welcomed me to the area when I first moved here. Just rode up on his bike and started yapping away. I always knew I was at least part boylover, and he was just about perfect. But I was always careful to "keep my distance", so to speak. I was a friend, a neighbor, and that was all. Him and his mom come around quite a bit; Josh loves to play with the dogs, and both of them love the pool and my fairly nice entertainment system. I usually just tell them both that if they want to use the pool, just come on over. Josh tends to drop by the most when he sees the dogs out in the yard. I don't mind a bit, since Orson is just a big ball of energy, and they tend to wear each other out playing. Liz tends to flirt a bit, and although I've never said "yes" to her I've never been rude or rejected her. I never told her I was gay, but, I'm sure she suspects. I've never so much as given her body a second look when she's over in the pool wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini. Eventually, she mostly stopped flirting but has always remained as friendly as the day we met. Ahem, back to the story. I was surprised to see Liz, since it was kind of chilly to be in the pool. I said "hi" and let her in. She seemed a bit nervous for some reason. She said hi back and came in. She said she needed to talk to me, so I told her to have a seat on the couch and I'd be right out. I went into my room and threw on a shirt and went back to the living room, and had a seat. I said, "So, what's on your mind?" "Well, Kevin, Josh told me something yesterday..." Ohhhkay, I thought. Why tell me this? I just said "What'd he say?" "Well, yesterday, he saw Max out in your yard and decided to come over and play with him and Orson...", she said. Uh oh I though...I'm not sure I like where this is heading. I had left Max outside while me and Orson where "gettin' it on." "...and he didn't see Orson anywhere. He walked by your bedroom window..." Oh, shit... "...and saw you and him, um, how shall we say, "romantically entangled." I felt all the blood in my face just drain out. I stammered "Um, well, um, I can explain! It was just..." "Stop. It's OK. You're a zoo, I get it." I just sat there with a stunned look on my face. "I am too, anyway. I fully understand. It's why I'm single now. My husband walked in on me and our dog once. He packed up and left that day." "Jeez", was all I could manage. "So I fully understand. I always figured you were gay, and suspected you might be a zoo -- since you do have to intact male dogs, and never seem to have anyone over but us." "Umm...well, you're right...what did you tell Josh?" I said. "Oh, he knew exactly what was going on. My husband wasn't the only one to catch me in the act. Josh had been spying on my and our dog King for awhile. I just never noticed until one night he bumped the door open a bit trying to watch." Well, this is a disturbing trend, I though. Let's see how many people can catch us having sex with our dogs... "Afterward, I confronted him. The look on his face was about like yours when I told you Josh had seen you." Yeah, don't remind me I thought. "I explained sex to him, and tried to explain bestiality to him as best I could -- that some people just like animals a bit more than others. Anyway, he took it well (we were always very open in our family), and agreed to stop spying. He did say he was quite turned on by the whole thing, and may want to try it himself." So what, now we're recruiting 10 year olds? I just nodded instead of saying anything, though. "After explaining how, if he did want to try it, it would be anal sex. And that there was no way he could do it with King. King was simply too large. He said he understood, but seemed disappointed. I just old him to wait until he was older." She sat there a moment letting all of this sink into my head. Finally, I said "OK. Well, now what?" "Well, as you know, we don't have a dog right now..." "Umm, I'm not sure if I really want to "pimp out" Orson and Max. Max isn't even old enough yet." "Oh, no! That's not what I meant. Well, kind of. Argh! How do I say this...I wouldn't mind a "get together" with you and Orson, me and a couple of my friends into bestiality too." "Oh, OK....well, um, as you surmised, I'm basically gay, but yeah, sure." "Great! Then it's settled! We're having a party this weekend, and I expect you to be there." "OK, I'll, ahem, WE'LL, be there", I said, looking down at Orson with a smile. "But I do have one question for you: where's Josh going to be staying?" Usually, I'll watch Josh for her when she's got something to do or someplace to go. "Well, umm...he'll be, umm, at the party too..." "WHAT!?!" My jaw must have hit the ground on that one. "Well, he's old enough to know what he likes and doesn't like. And he likes sex. With or without animals, mostly with." "So he's been with an animal before?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing... "Yes, as I said, after my husband left, he took King with him. So I hooked up online with some other like-minded people, and ended up dog-sitting for one couple over a weekend once. They had a female rott. Josh and her hit it off fairly quickly." Hmm..."hit it off?" What did she mean by that... "Anyway, that night, he asked if the dog could sleep in his room. I saw no problem with it. When I went up to tuck him, he was pounding away at a fairly happy looking dog." What's with all the "watching everyone else have sex" crap I though? "I waited about 15 minutes, and went back up. AND had another little chat with him. I told him it was alright, so long as he didn't force himself onto the dog -- or any person, for that matter. Anyway, he's never joined in on one of our parties before -- that'd be a touchy subject to bring up." Oh yeah, you got that right. "Yeah, I can see why that would be a bit touchy..." "But I know that he gets along everyone coming over to party." "Exactly who WILL be there, if you don't mind my asking?" This I was dying to know. "Well, let's see...there's me, Josh..." Well, duh, I thought. "...you, and, oh yeah, Orson!" She said with a little smirk on her face. Once again my jaw dropped. "Hey, I've seen how you look at Josh....it's the same way you look at Orson and Max. I know you love them, and would never hurt them." "I do love him, but not like that!" I said. This conversion was taking a bad turn, I thought. I didn't want to be the next "Micheal Jackson". "Well, OK, if you say so. But I'm not one too judge: any sex, between man, women, responsible child, or animal, should be consensual. I long as nothings forced, then knock yourself out. That's my philosophy, anyway." Did she just give me permission to have sex with her son!?! "Anyway. You DON'T have to do anything with him, or me, that you don't want to. We just want to have a good time." "As do I, I guess." "Well, see you at the party!" I let her out and just collapsed on the coach...I couldn't believe what just happened. To be continued.