Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 17:40:11 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Engaged to an Elephant, Part 2"  by Jay Roberts      Bestiality

I thought about my reaction to Herman's nipple work on me.  I
decided that I was getting too fond of the beast and there was no
future in it.  We could never, well, marry or set up a house
together, besides, he was a boy animal.  My mind was whirling,
but it showed what a pig I was for "feel goodies".  You stroke my
tits and I'll follow you anywhere.  Shit!

But something showed on the horizon that offered a chance to
dilute the power of Herman the elephant and that was two of my
fellow circus mates: Sander the strong man and Mr. Walker the
Ring Master.  Just a while ago I saw them talking together and
looking in my direction.  I was sure it was me who was the
subject of their conversation.  I also noticed that Sandor
grabbed his crotch and hefted his balls while looking in my
direction.  This was the first blatant step either of these guys
made toward me, but the flirting was constant before.  What made
it come to a head (as it were) may have been that they passed
Herman's enclosure and saw what had gone on.

Now let me tell you more about them.  Sandor joined our troop
just a month ago.  He had been a regular guy interested in
strength conditioning and decided, the best way to satisfy his
giant ego about his muscles, was to become a strongman in a
circus.  He applied to Mr. Jeffers, our manager.  The guy was
monstrous, about six feet six inches but weighted almost 300
pounds on his wide heavy frame and slab-like muscles.  His face
was a contrast, he was boyish with small features and had great
big white teeth that he used to smile at the folks who came to
his platform to see his act.  He wore very skimpy shorts and
often one ball would pop out.  I'm sure he knew it.

Mr. Walker was a little person, but of the proportional type.
Think of General Tom Thumb.  Walker was a pretty little boy of
thirty with a loud booming voice and a prick to match.  I saw it
in the shower.  Sandor, by contrast has a pretty shapely penis,
but it was a bit undersized.

At this moment, Walker left their confab and Sandor came over to
where I was standing.  "Hey Chase (That's me) What's up?)"
Sandor of the small penis also had a bit of a high voice.  He
tried to push down his vocal chords but it still came out high,
but hoarse.

"Not too much.  Real busy today.  Herman is off his feed."

He came closer and put one of his hands on my shoulder, it was as
big as a five pound ham and my knees sagged a bit.  "You're
looking great these days. You are one handsome dude with that
blond hair and..."

I disengaged, he was getting me a little hot and bothered and I
didn't want him to see my long cock pushing my pants out.

He laughed and cuffed me on the jaw.  He thought it was a love
tap but it rocked my back teeth and my eyes watered.

Well, I forgot about this encounter until later in the day, Mr.
Walker appeared next to me as I was pissing.  He stared down at
my heavy piss stream and my cock began to stiffen and the stream
stopped.

"It's hard," he said in his resonant voice.

I stared at him.

"I mean it's hard to urinate when it's stiffish, and yours seems
to be getting into that state.  Is it cute me that's doing it?  I
can relieve your condition if you just ask."

Although I hadn't finished my pee I stuffed my cock into my pants
and hurried out, saying, "Thanks for the offer.  If I need a blow
job, you're first on the list."

He giggled a stentorian giggle.  "I can't wait."

What's going on here.  Herman, the big lug had gotten me into
being a lure for the two gay guys here.  Anyway, they were
pleasant at chow and my worries vanished.  I picked up a six pack
at the commissary and headed for my cot in Herman's House.

Although I was only eighteen, no one ever carded me.  Now a six
pack in a lot for me, but secretly I knew that Herman liked a
brewski or two.  Of course, his size would require a keg to get
high, so a can or two was just a taste.

I poured two cans into a plastic bucket and Herman slurped it up
with his nose and turned the trunk end toward his open mouth and
shot it in.

He smacked his lips and gave me a soft elephant sound and rolled
his eyes happily.

I sat on my cot and read the newspaper and gradually, in a hour,
finished the other four cans.  I was snazzled completely and was
smiling with a lopsided silly grin that only Herman could see.

My hand that had been holding the paper opened and it slid on the
floor and I slid onto my back and was snoring away in an instant.
Sometime later, at least a couple of hours, I realized that the
shorts I was wearing were off my on the floor and my tee shirt
was pulled up to under my neck.  Someone was gently moaning.  It
was me.  Why?  Because Herman, I figured, was tit massaging me
like the other night.

Then I felt a hot wet mouth on my long cock and the pitch of my
moans became more emphatic.  What a dude I was, you just touch
me, or worse, even talk sex, and I am off and running.  It must
be my age.

Meanwhile I was beginning to hump my hips in reaction to the
flicking and biting my nubbies.  I slitted my eyes open.  There
was Sandor, his long tongue and full lips working on my pectoral
decorations (tits, to you.)  That alone would have brought me to
shoot my stuff, but the other, the suckling of my cock in
addition was almost too much to bear (but I tried).  The suckling
was the sweet baby mouth of Mr. Walker, working gently, his big
eyes closed in ecstasy. Talk about ecstasy, I was grunting and
sighing in iambic pentameter.  Across the room, stamping his feet
in anger was my old friend Herman, not liking what he saw.

I looked again, Walker and Sandor had stripped naked, better to
enjoy the moments with me.  By raking my eyes upward I was
looking directly into Sandor's curved shaped cock and then I saw
his ball sac.  It was enormous and made his prick seem small in
comparison.  Hey, big balls are nice, but I'd forgot them for a
sizeable cock.

Down south, still sucking like a baby on the bottle was Walker.
If he wanted milk, he was going to get it soon.  My back arched,
my hips thrust, my cock froze and I emitted a scream of arrival.
Arrival of a might cum, engineered by two circus "attractions" as
Barnum called them.

As I screamed, Herman trumpeted, I think he came in unison with
me.  When I finished leaping and shaking and shooting, the two
guys tiptoed away, naked, holding their clothes.  I heard Sandor
flute out, "He'll think it was the elephant that did him."

Sure, they are so dumb.

I sat up, gave Herman a thumb's up.  He scowled at me.  Jealous,
I think.

There was time before I had to get up and I turned over to catch
some ZZZs.  As I drifted off, I had an amazing thought.  That sex
with the two guys was hot, but Herman's caresses were even
hotter.  I was embarrassed for the world of human sex, but
becoming a partisan for bestiality.  I fell asleep dreaming I was
fucking a dog while another dog was fucking me.

End part two