Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2010 08:46:20 -0700 From: Jay roberts 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