Lil' Brother and Mr. Dooby
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Author: Anon
This sort of sounds like a kid's story. Believe me, it's not. If you are
under 18 years of age you should not be here because of law, custom and
parent's belief. I do welcome all others.
[edit] 1
I moved out of the family farm two years ago when I was 18. I live here in an older manufactured home (you probably call it a trailer) about ten miles from the state highway, in good ol' "Ioway" It would be lonely for a guy of 22 with no girls or guys his age around. I only have Mr. Doody for company. Mr.Dooby appeared one day on my doorstep and just stayed. He is a part collie, part German shepherd if you can 'magine that, but the best of both shows up on him. He's a good lookin' beast and getting to look better and better as a partner. Now if you are readin' something in to that, you are truly correct. Mr. D and I have an intimate relationship. It's a secret from, the world.
Now if you are a regular person you may wonder how I keep body and soul together way out here. Well I am goin' mention it, but please do not go blabbing around 'bout my stuff. I raise a "cash" crop 'bout a quarter mile from the digs here. It's a small-scale operation. I don't aim to git rich, jus' eat.
I got a telephone call last night from my little brother Petey. He's now eighteen an' pa's making noises lak he should be thinkin' of movin' on. Pa is all heart, bless his drunkin' self. "Hello Dicky, this is your dear bro Mike. You got a little room other end your cabin. I'm packing it in here and could you use some help with your "farmin" and shit?"
I like Mikey. When we wuz home together he had a real fond relationship, if you know what I mean. Mikey is the looker in the family. You know that actor Orlando Bloom? Well think of him at eighteen, that's 'proximately Mikey. Same thick wavy chestnut hair and fair skin and dark eyes.
Yeah, we is brothers, but knowin' pa, it surely possible that I had a different ma. I'm the tall one, six four, lanky, hawk-nosed, but like a good horse I am well cocked and have the best teeth you ever did see. Mikey once tol' me that I am a total sexy package in his eyes. "Sure bro, yur as welcome as the sun in the mornin' bring yur shit. "Oh, I got a friend livin' with me, Mr. Dooby. He's friendly."
The next morning there's a knockin' at the metal door an I hold a pillow front of my nakedness and find my smiling, handsome brother outside the door. "Your happy to see me Dicky," he said lookin' down at my 'quipment bobbin' in the light from the door."
"How'd you git here with all that stuff?" I asked lookin' at the bags and one large cardboard box.
"Daddy was drunk from last night and I told him that he promised to drop me off. It was worth my life getting here. He didn't miss a rain ditch on the way. He may not make it home, but that would be no loss."
You see our daddy was a child beater and molester. The last until we got old enough to whip him back. But Mikey and me, we don't take 'bout that now that we're grown.
Mikey always wuz the lover. He dropped everything on the floor and rushed up and grabbed me in a bear hug that nearly squashed the air out of me. But he felt nice and fresh and warm and smelt like the piney woods. We separated, both lookin' a bit shy after that hug when suddenly Mr.Dooby rushed into the room, stopped dead, sniffed the air, then slowly walked up to Mikey with a look on his dog face that was beyond tellin'. He seemed to be smiling and actin' cute which for a dog of his size was plain stupid.
Mikey said, "So that's Mr. Dooby. He's a real nice looking animal."
I warned not to call him an 'animal', "He thinks he's our other brother."
Mr.Dooby, having looked long enough came right up to Mikey and stuck his long nose from his collie part into the place where Mikey keeps his cock and balls and pressed and sniffed. Mikey got that dumb smile he gets when his male part gits stim-a-lated. But he got himself away from Mr.Dooby's inquiring nose and began stowin' his junk into the small room at the other end of the place.
Dickey is all man, but the laddie is a real good cook. He fixed all the food when we wuz livin' as a family, 'course no mom. Right now he looked over the kitchen and let out a low whistle. "I'd say this kitchen needs a kitchen. We ought to fix it up. You got any money?"
"How much to make it good 'nough for you to cook in?"
"I'd say close to one thousand bucks."
"Wal I ain't got near that much but I kin give you 'bout five hunert. Take it, it's in the fridge ice tray. Meanwhile, fore we shop, you do the best you can for breakfast."
Mikey is truly a treasure. He went over the eggs, throwing away the bad ones, scaped some mold off'n the big sausage and 'fore you could 'mage it, he had an sausage and cheese omelet and made the first good coffee I had in months. That came from the can he brought with him. He said good coffee keep a man sane."
After breakfast we picked up some tools and hiked out to my "farm" in the woods. Mr.Dooby opened one eye, but 'cided to sleep in. This was not a new idea, he did it every morning.
Mikey was surprised at the find crops we had. "Ready for harvesting, at least some. Do you dry it and package it?"
"Sure, that's what the shed here is for. Slow cookin'. Plastic pack and tape is there too."
"Have the police ever bothered you.?"
"Funny thing, they knocked on my door and asked me to take them to the "farm". When we got there they looked all over for a still. They thought I was using local corn to make likka. When they saw the plants and the drying stuff, they took a sample, for sex tonight with my woman, an' left with a wave. I tol' them to come by any time for a refill."
"Amazing," Mikey said slapping his knee. "Saw Dickey, I saw that old truck in the lean to. It is running."
"No, I been trying to get it fixed but I think I need parts."
"Can I give it a try. We need it to get the kitchen stuff and food to eat you hillbilly."
That afternoon I took a nap. Mr.Dooby tried to git into bed with me but I shooed him away 'cause Mikey could walk in on us. I woke up 'bout five or so in the afternoon 'cause there was a loud engine noise outside. Oh my saintly heaven, ol' Pete good the truck runnin'."
I ran outside, there he was, stripped to the waist, sweat dripping from his chest over his new muscles I never seen and grinning like a monkey. "Tomorrow we drive to town."
We sat around after supper. Mikey again make good stuff from nothing. He found a side of ham and he had brought some good bread, with that and cheese we ate sandwiches that were real good.
"You got any of your "produce" around?"
I told him that I did and it would be nice to light up with him. I told him that when I was alone, it weren't no good, you need company. He liked that and it made him feel welcome, which he sure was.
I had made corncob pipes from easy to find cobs 'round Ioway. I packed them for the best sappy dried leaves and handed one to Mikey along with a wooden match. We both lit up. That brother of mine must have learned to smoke since I left. He held that smoke like an expert, no coughing. I did the same. Woo eee, this was some stuff. I felt both hot and cold at the same time. It was plum excellent. I looked at Mikey, he rolled his eyes so cutely, wish he was a gal, pursed his lips lak he was kissing, grabbed his crotch lak he was needy, "Dicky, you got stuff here like I never used before. It's wicked and nice at the same time. It seems to go right to my.. you know."
I tol' him again how glad I am to have him livin' with me and ....shit I was tired and fucked up but I gave him a real hug, almost unbrotherly. When we separated, lil' brother wiped a country tear from his eyes.
We went to our separate rooms. 'Bouth three in the mornin' I heard a sound comin' from his room. I looked through the crack in the poor fitting door. Geezus, there was Mikey, layin' on his back, naked and that double-dealing daug Mr.Dooby was givin' Mikey a tongue job, as only that big bathmat of a tongue can do, I know it. Mikey looked lak he was well on the way to a big spew. His hips from rising from the bed and his pretty mouth was open and pushing air lak he was doin' exercise. Suddenly he reared up and gave a moan and a grunt lak he was throwin' his cookies. And Mr.Dooby loved man juice. He licked it all up and swallowed a lot and finally lay down on the bed and began snoring, lak he does, the daug.
Mikey turned over on his belly showing his fine boy ass and matched Mr.D"s breath for breath.,
I knew my sweet bro liked lovin' but now I know he is into dogs, in fact my dog. I snuck back to my room and thought about how I can turn this new discovery into something to benefit Dicky, that's me. Well the opportunity came faster'n I thought toward evening.
We went into town. We bought a real nice used fridge and stove, an' the guy threw in a washing machine and a dryer for free. The poor ol' truck groaned with it's load, but we made it. We had also stopped at the gen'l store and picked up food. I let Dicky decide what to buy.
We unloaded the stuff, deciding that we'd wait 'til tomorrow to hook it up, we were plain tuckered out. Still Dickey did make a chicken stew with boiled spuds, my favorite. After dinner I rewarded friend brother by breaking out my jug of fine, aged, 98 proof Ioway corn likka. Oh how that boy loved to lap it up. He was so funny stagger around the place and he even did a strip tease. Mr.D woke up and licked his lips when he saw Dicky's dick waving around. Pretty soon he slowed down and I helped him to his bed. In a moment he was snoring. That left the field open for me. I went to my room and shucked by clothes and hissed for Mr.D. He came running. I lay flat out. "Okay you dirty dog, get on the teat. He began licking my soft cock, but soon it was up and running and I was crooning softly with the feeling of it. My eyes were closed so I could get the benefit of his lovin'. At some point he stopped. I guess he was changing positions, then he started in again, but this time he had some new ideas. What a dog. He licked my balls, then under my balls, then he went back to my cock and busied himself on the spot on the back. Oh wee, I do love that spot to be played with. I wasn't ready to boil over yet, but it wasn't too far away. I could fee my face as hot as our new stove will be. Then I heard Mr.Dooby give a bark and then jump on the bed. Now how can that be. How can he.....uh, uh, it was lil' bro who was bringin' me to heaven. I opened my eyes and looked over his shaggy head, on our his smooth fair back to Mr.Dooby, staring back at me. He had his tongue out and then he sniffed Mikey's fine ass. Mikey hiccupped around my cock and moaned a bit. Dooby really get on to his assignment. He narrowed his tongue and stuck it in Mikey's hole. There was no cover up now. Mikey was howling with the fun of it. I slapped his check, by not hard, and told him to go back to his sucking.
So there we were. Would you call it a threesome if one of them is not human. Far as I'm concerned, it qualifies. Oh yes, Mikey stimulated by Dooby's earnest mouth fuck with sucking me like an electrical appliance and my balls were really riled up. I could feel that funny stiffness coming over my upper legs. I was singing away some moany song. Mikey was humming on my cock and Dooby was panting and humping the air. I was the first to fall off the plant. With a yelp I sort of doubled up and delivered by load. Mikey came next, wet the sheet under him, good we have the new washin' machine. Finally Dooby gave the staccato bark he makes when he red dog prick is out and it begins to spray. It did, all over Mikey's ass. What a mess, but good run.
"Bro," I said, "I think we are goin' have a nice time together, including Mr. Dooby. Isn't that right fella?" But he was on his back, paws up in the air, tongue hanging out, pretending he was dead.
We all went to sleep that night, but all wasn't zackly hunky dory, no sir, thinks got complicated by a knock on the door.
End Part One
Who's on the other side of the door? Will Mr. Dooby like him? Does Mr.Dooby get to fuck anything? Stay tuned, stay unbuttoned.
[edit] 2
Mikey opened the door, but I could hear what went on from where I was. The caller was Bill, the State Trooper, the one who was so nice to me when he found the farm.
"Who are you?" he asked of Mikey a bit harsh I though.
"I'm Mikey, Dicky's brother. Who are you?"
"Bill is the name. I'm not in uniform, but I'm a tropper."
He sure was out of uniform I thought as I came around to stand next to my brother. He was wearing very short white workout shorts and a loose tee shirt, the kind that is opened down the side. "You come for some stuff? Wait, I'll fix you a take out package."
"Just a fucking minute. Are you trying to bribe me with some sort of illegal drug?"
I was really confused by this funny tone he was taking. Wait a minute. I could see by his blood shot eyes that he was well in the bag and like some drunk, like my pa, mean.
"'Cuse me, I didn't mean to offend you'll. Come in, set awhile. I got some good corn likka."
He put his head on the side and squinted at me. "Is it illegal?"
"Well yes, but it's good stuff."
"Look hick boy, I can arrest you for either crime. Now let me think which one I should charge you with and take you to the station."
Mikey suddenly go into the act. He turned out to be smarter than I thought. "Mr. Bill, isn't there something we could do to straighten out this matter. Just ask, we'll do it."
A crafty look came over him. "Tell you what boys, take off your clothes and then I'll see."
Now this cop with real sexy. 'Course he would be sexier if he wasn't actin' like a shit. Anyway if he has some dirty ideas, I might just go along with it, an' I'm sure pretty Mikey will too. I see Bill is staring at Mikey's big cock now danglin' near his knees."
Bill staggered around trying to get undressed, finally he fell on the floor and got his heavy shoes off, then he shorts and underwear. "Help me up," he ordered. Mikey being a good boy gave him a hand, but as soon as he was standing, he took a gun out of his holster. We hadn't seen that holster until that moment. He ordered us to git on our knees and get him hard and then be prepared for a fuckin'"
Naturally with the gun and all, and his fine strong legs, big ass and meaty cock, we were convinced. I began. His cock was meaty all right but soft as butter. I jus' couldn't get it up and runnin'. Mikey tried. Bill was getting' mad at hissself but mostly mad at us.
"Get down on your knees and elbows with your asses up in the air. Just see them ought to get me started."
Mikey and I were side by side. Mikey was shivering in dread of being pieced with that hung of flesh. I was easier 'bout it. I felt the head of his cock trying to get in me. It wasn't that I was keepin' him out, it was that he was still soft. All that hooch went right to his fundamentals and softened them up.
He tried, Mikey sucked him again, no luck. Then his mean nature came up. I think he decided that if he whipped us that it would get to his cock. He took swipe at poor Mikey who howled real loud. Then all hell broke loose. Mr. Dooby, who was taking one of his naps woke up from the noise and came in the room. He seen this stranger beatin; on us and he let out a roar like a lion. I never heard such a sound come out of him afore. He leaped on Bill's bare back and wrapped his strong forelegs around Bill's upper body and dug his nails into the flesh. Mr. D. musta enjoyed this action cause his prick oozed out of its sheath and sought a lodging in Bill's bid ass and hot hole.
Bill's head reared up. "What the fuck is happening. Oh no, how did you boys know that I'm a crazt for getting fucked by a large male dog. Oh this dog is good, he hitting the right spots. Oh, Oh, oo, oo, uh, uh. Shit I'm a goner."
We could see that his big cock was now hard as a rock and drippin' stuff so greatly that it 'most look la he was spewin', But that was nothing. Pretty soon he let out a bleat like a branded pig and that ol' prick began shootin' like a fire hose.
He shot and shot and then passed out on the florr.
"What'll we do with him?" Mikey asked.
"Let him sleep it off. Don't think he'll bother us now. If it ever got out that he broke the law for intercourse with a beast, he'd be kicked off the force. Come on, come with me into my room, lock the door, and lets calmly pleasure ourselves good bro."
Mikey smiled at me. He sure looked like a angel when he smiled. We were still naked and we fell into the bed. We took each other's cocks into our mouths and took our time, just gentle sucklin', least ways that what we intended but soon we were copying each other, tickling balls, sucking harder and quicker until Mikey hit me on the shoulder. "Brother, I think you pressed the switch and I'm going unload three gallons." He was a cutey. He kinda sang his way through his 'jaculation, filling my mouth with his sweet honey cum. At the first taste I let myself ease into a fine spurt, then three more bigger ones followed. You could hear the gulping in the room. We finished and lay together our arms wrapped around each other. It was sure nice to have such a perfect brother and I hoped in felt the same.
Uh, Uh, we both heard a noise outside the room. I sneak to the door quietly and opened it a crack. There stood Bill, even more drunk than before cause he been pullin' on my jug. "Hi boys, hope there's no offense. Just wanted to say hello, I mean goodbye." He headed out the door. He shouldn't drive. Mikey said he should arrest hissself for DUI.
Well there was some big pot bust at the Mexican boarder. In the whole middle of the country guys who smoked weed couldn't find any 'ceptin from our source. Mikey and I planted like crazy and got a big crops picked. We earned enough money that year to build a real log cabin in place of the old metal trailer. Mr. Dooby was awarded a hero's medal by us and he got hisself a log cabin dog house with his name in front.
End