Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:03:07 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Rowdy, Brother & Me, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Bestiality **Don't come here if you are under 18. Better to go to the Zoo for the study of beasts. Those older than that and like hairy creatures, you are very welcome. I have to start off with a downer. Rowland and I have been pals since middle school. Friends kiddingly called us asshole buddies. They were joking, how surprised they would be to know it was true. Rowland (Rowdy as we called him) was a big, halfback jock on the high school football team and went on to Westbury College on an athletic scholarship. You can josh with shit like that, but no one really thought it was possible. This was in spite of the fact that me, Wes, was no jock. In fact, I was on the chess team, but Rowdy's rep protected me. The downer in the story is that Roland is no longer with us. The dope bought a powerful bike and the very first day he crashed into a tree. Only the tree recovered. This was a few months ago and I am still recovering. The chaplain here at school suggested I get a dog. "He'll cheer you up and give you something to take care of and worry about instead of dwelling on your sadness." Okay I thought, why not. Having high social consciousness I went to the pound to find a dog. The choice was easy, there were only six dogs there. Most of them were little tiny things I was afraid might get caught in the many mousetraps around campus. There were some mangy ones, fixed up by the pound, but still with patches of hair missing. But that part Collie and part Shepard was a big goof of a dog, friendly yet assertive. I mean, he came right up to me and had his leash in his mouth for me to take and he wagged his tail so hard his ass end swung back and forth. "I guess it's this one. He decided and who am I to refuse," I said to the young guy Wayne who was a volunteer there. "What's his name?" I asked. The kid said, "Rowdy," I hope that name doesn't put you off. Hey are you all right, you look pale?" Shit, this was uncanny, I got the dog to help me get over the death of my friend and here the dog has his name. And....there is something about him that reminds me of Rowland, (Rowdy). Rowdy never combed his hair. He worn it the way it was when he woke up and this doggie had the same ginger colored hair and it was messy the same way. Of course the human Rowdy didn't have that enormous tongue. (Too bad, it could have really helped our 69s.) But I was getting weepy and turned on, I better stop. Luckily I had a single room with small kitchen and bath in an off campus building that permitted dogs. I might mention that Rowdy never learned to play well with others and snooted the other dogs as if he was superior. Well in a way he was. Listen to this. I would rush home from class in the middle of the day to take him out for a walk before he pissed or shit on the rug. But I never found a sign of his elimination and he never lifted a noble leg outside or crouched to do his number two as other dogs do with the embarrassed look on their faces. I never really understood this phenomenon until I realized when I looked in the toilet bowl that his contribution was there, floating along with mine. "How come you don't flush?" I asked him. He just gave one angry bark at my remonstration. We got along really good. One problem was that Rowdy wouldn't eat dog food. He only wanted what I ate. Now I know it is not generally good for dogs to eat human food, but what could I do. He especially liked hamburgers and raw onions. Fries were a special liking once he got across to me that he needed catsup. That was just like his namesake. Rowland always drown his fries in catsup. I never used it. Hey! What's going on here? At this point I was humming the "Outer Limits" theme. You know, dum,te,dum....oh well you know. He had been with me for two days when something happened. I am a little reluctant to relate it, it might make me seem weird, but you won't tell will you? The first thing odd was partly my reaction. When I got undressed he stared at my, and I swear he lipped his chops like I was a hamburger. It got so that I turned my back and tried to jump into bed quickly. I always sleep nude. Well the second night I had a vivid dream of Rowland. Now this is a little personal and private, but you won't understand unless I reveal it. You see Rowland loved to suck cock. Yeah, this big muscled ox loved it. Not any cock. My cock, mine, Wes's. This dream was about Rowland working on my cock. Working on it the way he used to before....the accident. He used to start out by licking the head, then cock screwing his talented tongue all around that cleft below the head. "Hey Rowdy, stop, you'll make me cum right away." He'd stop a minute and grin at me. "Exactly, I want you to cum quick so I can get some sleep." And here, in this dream I could feel his busy tongue on my cock. I stiffened and just spew. This was the mother of all wet dreams. I woke up in the AM with my under shorts full of dried starch. I went on to class after making bacon and eggs for my friend. He also wanted catsup for that too. I left the toilet door open for him to shit in the commode left. When I got home mid-afternoon Rowdy was really glad to see me. He jumped and spun around and yelped and such, I thought he would have a stroke. "Easy boy, I come home every day like this. You gotta learn to cool it." I took a beer and turned on the TV and sat in my only really comfortable chair. It wasn't long before Rowdy was sitting on his haunches staring on my beer. I pointed the bottle at him, "This?" He barked. I poured a little into a saucer and he licked it clean in a moment and stood there waiting for more. It ended up that he finished the bottle and fell sideways and lay there snoring. Rowland was also a poor drinker. Two beers and he was like a cheap date that had to be carried home to bed. The phone rang. "Hello Wes, this is Tim." For a moment I was lost. "Tim?" "Formerly known as Timmy." "Oh Tim, how ya doin'?" "I'm good. Listen I am considering WU. I'm coming up this weekend to look the place over. I also have an interview with the dean of admissions. Can I bunk with you?" "Sure, but there is only one bed. It's a big king size though. If you don't mind, I don't mind, just take a shower before you come." Now Tim was two years younger than Rowland. I hardly knew him because he ran with his own younger crowd. He was sort of a junior edition of his brother, same reddish hair and bulky footballer's body. I guess you could call him cute. Actually he was better looking than Rowland, but it was Rowland I guess I loved. Might as well put a name to it. The next day's events nearly bowled me over. I came back from class mid-afternoon to check on my doggie. I burst into the room and there was Tim totally naked, lying on his back on the bed. He had a big stiff cock sticking up like a parade flag and Rowdy was between his wide spread legs nursing that cock, all wet with dog spit. Tim had that look we boys get about two minutes before nutting, you know, slitty eyes, red face and slack mouth. I have to hand it to Tim for aplomb. When he realized he was caught, he pulled himself together and grinned at me. "Hope you don't mind my using your dog. In fact, this was his idea." I couldn't help laughing, this was so ridiculous. I told Tim that I never knew my dog had the talent, except that might explain something that happened that night when I thought I had a wet dream. By now Tim had pulled the sheet over his body, Rowdy had slunk away in a blue funk and I felt like I had broken up a real sex fest for Tim. But Tim was bright and cheerful. Shit he looked and talked just like his brother. His prick was bigger I noted. "Wes, I read the name on the dog's collar. Don't you think that it's a little weird naming him after my brother?" "It would be if I had named him, but that was the collar he had on when he arrived at the dog pound. It is eerie, and the most eerie thing is that he looks like Rowland would look, if Rowland was a dog." "I'll tell you something else, he did something when I first arrived and was stowing my stuff. Let me explain, Rowland used to rough up my hair. Kinda a brotherly affectionate move. I liked it. I sure didn't have neat hair. The two of us were messy." "But about the dog." "Yeah, as I was bending down to put something in the bottom of the wardrobe, he took a paw and rubbed my hair." "Whew, that is spooky." "What's even more spooky is that I liked it. I got hard. I got undressed, and you saw the rest." "Yeah, I feel I little guilty stopping you before you got off. If you want, I can leave and you can go back to where you were." "No you don't have to leave. Why don't you strip and let Rowdy do his stuff on both of us." Now this was like having my old friend back. We never did stuff with a dog but we did push the envelope. I pulled off my tee shirt and shorts, kicked my slides into the corner and was bare assed as Tim. He looked me over. "Hey Wes, you're a hairy bastard. But I like it, real cute. Come on lay here next to me and call the sex hound." I was already breathing hard in anticipation of a sex scene with Tim. I noticed that he was getting a little hoarse when he talked. I glanced down at Tim's stuff and he was hard and pulsing. I saw that he took in my equipment and must have been impressed as he whistled. Yeah I am really big, a little over eight inches. But his brother could handle it all and deep throat me. "Ooooh," said Tim as Rowdy's first lick was delivered by that big hot tongue." "Oh shit," I said grunting as Rowdy spread the attention. "He'll get us off in minutes. Oh, that tongue," squeaked Tim. The next few minutes the room was filled with our sighs and moans as Rowdy got more and more into his vigorous licking. I was touched by the fact that as he tumbled close to his cum that Tim reached out and grabbed my hand and held it tight. Later when he actually came, he pressed it so hard that the pain brought on my own orgasm. Rowdy was a noisy licker and he also made sounds like a cat's purr as he delivered his exquisite treatment. That purr buzzed on our cocks and was an extra stimulate. Uh, uh, now Tim was squeezing my hand really hard. I looked at him, he was back to the about-to-cum look. I took my free hand and flicked his erecting nipples. Now his moans became croons. I felt my own balls pulled up and I knew it wasn't long for me. Tim's knees began lifting and then he let out a football yell as he began to brim over. His pressing hand now grabbed and loosened convulsively and sent me into my hard cum. Rowdy went from one to the other and lapped up all the spooge he could find. That big cum really knocked us out and I just closed my eyes and drifted off. I awoke about an hour later. Sweet Tim had his head on my chest and I could feel his warm breath as he snored softly. He felt me move and opened his eyes. "Hi dog lover." "Did you ever do anything with a dog before?" I asked him. "No but I am now a confirmed canine sex fiend." "Er Tim. Did you and Rowland do stuff together?" "Not much, he was too involved with you. You kept him drained, but once or twice we did a little." End of Chapter One In next Chapter we remeet the cute kid from the pound Wayne.