"CONFESSIONS OF A MARINE BIOLOGIST:1955" (part 2) (bestiality)
NOTE: This story is a work of FICTION. The characters mentioned are TOTALLY
FICTITIOUS.
"CONFESSIONS OF A MARINE BIOLOGIST: 1955" (Part 2)
The day after his awesome erotic experiment with a male octopus, marine
biologist John Carter was about to launch the second phase of his
experiment. But this time, he required assistance. With him now, was his
collegue and best friend/lover, Dr. Joe Parkman. Joe was a handsome,
strongly-built guy in his mid thirties, a former high-school football
star. He and John Carter had started out as college roomates, and it only
took one hot '69' session to seal thier relationship. The two men had
worked together for years, almost like a father/son team. Today, Dr. Joe
was about to hit new hieghts of both scientific discovery and erotic
ecstacy. As it was Saturday, the laboratory was deserted. Only the sounds
of ferryboat whistles and foghorns out in the bay broke the stillness. Few
words were spoken; words were not needed. Both men took of thier suit pants
and shorts, leaving on thier wingtip shoes, argyle socks, and garters.
Dr. Joe's blunt cock, a fat, lube-drooling slab of 9" meat swung out at
rigid attention, as hard and pounding as hard as John Carter's. John gave
Joe the bottle of clear, sweet-smelling fluid he had used yesterday, and
Joe swabbed the stuff all over Carter's round, firm hairy globes, and his
crack. Now, the two men positioned a wooden, table-like platform. which
stood on end, with a hole drilled into it about crotch level. Above it
were leather wrist restraints. Carter walked over to the board, and got
flat against it, sticking his pounding erection through the hole. Dr. Joe
then bound Carter's thick wrists with the restraints. Dr. Joe walked over
to the octopus tank, and hauled out the same, eight-armed sea monster that
had so throughly attacked John Carter's bulky, hairy ass the day before.
Indeed, there were still faint round welts on Carter's beefy buns, left
over from the suction cups' attack yesterday. After placing the octopus on
the floor at Carter's feet, Dr. Joe got around the other side of the board,
knelt on the tile floor, and his big tongue started licking circles around
the drooling, angry-looking head of his macho he-man collegue/lover. Carter
moaned deep in his throat as his partner's hot manly mouth slowly engulfed
his throbbing member. Then Carter felt the suction cups attatching to his
thick, hairy legs, knowing the octopus was pulling itself up to reach his
round, hairy butt. As Dr. Joe's hot, wet mouth clamped tighter around his
thick, pounding dong, Carter felt the first suction cups attatch to his
hairy, beefy buttcheeks. "AAAWWWWWWSSHHIIITTTT... AAWWFFUUCKKYYESSSSS!!!"
Carter groaned loudly, as the slimy cups attatched themselves to his hairy
buns, starting to pull them apart like two strong hands. Hearing his best
buddy moan, Dr. Joe stepped up his cocksucking, and the handsome, bow-tied,
rugged marine biologist began working overtime on the thick slab of
cockmeat that filled his hot mouth. By this time, the octopus had Carter's
buns pulled way apart, and his tight, sweaty chute twitched with
anticipation. Again, the octopus's sperm arm began slithering in and out of
his hairy, sweaty crack, the sticky, slimy octopus sperm stinging his
hair-covered sensitive hole. The sticky stuff dribbled out of Carter's
furry crack, and down his hairy legs. So copious was the amount of fluid
that it ran down to his argyle socks, staining his garters. Now Dr. Joe
had let Carter's spit-wet cock slide out of his mouth , and he slowly began
to lick up and down it's massive length, teasing the slick, sensitive head
with his tongue. "GODAMN, JOE..YEAH..THAT'S IT , BUDDY..WORK THAT FAT
COCK....FUCK, YEAHHHHHHHHHH" Carter moaned, his eyes closed in sheer
ecstacy. The octopus had by now changed color to a flaming red, which
indicated its high state of sexual agitation. Its strong arms pulled
Carter's bulky, hairy buns apart even further, and now another arm was
sliding in and out of his hairy, sperm-slick crack. Dr. Joe was no longer
sucking Carter's cock, but was whanking it with his rubber gloved hand,
aiming the angry head right for his face. With his best buddy working his
fat cock through the hole, and the octopus assaulting his beefy ass, Carter
could no longer hold back. His hairy bull balls churned and tightened... a
bumper load of jism seconds away from blasting. "YEEAAH, YEAHH, JOE,
C'MON...YEAAHHH...AAWW, JOE..WORK MY FAT PRICK, PAL... YEAH... OOHH
FFUCCKK... AWWSSHHIITT... AAWWCHRIST... AWWUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHGHH...
YYEEAAHHHHHHHHFUCKKAAUGHHNNHH!!!!" The bulky, bespectacled marine biologist
groaned and cursed like a madman, thrashing in his restrainsts, as his
hairy nuts blew. Dr. Joe's meaty, rubber-gloved hand pumped his buddy's
throbbing member, geyser after geyser of hot, sticky man-juice sprayed his
ruddy face, his glasses......dripping down to stain his bow-tie and shirt
front. John Carter kept on humping the board like a crazed animal, as the
octopus continued to assault his tortured ass. By now, Dr. Joe's handsome,
square-jawed face was splattered with hot cum. John Carter gasped and
panted like a beached whale as his collegue/lover poured the liquid
tranquilizer all over the sex-crazed octopus, to get it to release its grip
on Carter's massive, furry backside. As the sea beast began to relax,
Dr. Joe was hoping that tomorrow, bieng Sunday, would find himself back
here in the lab with John Carter, to conduct further experiments in the
name of marine biology. THE END!! Hope you guys enjoyed this! I know I
did!!!
NOTE: This story is a work of FICTION. The characters mentioned are TOTALLY
FICTITIOUS.
"CONFESSIONS OF A MARINE BIOLOGIST: 1955" (Part 2)
The day after his awesome erotic experiment with a male octopus, marine
biologist John Carter was about to launch the second phase of his
experiment. But this time, he required assistance. With him now, was his
collegue and best friend/lover, Dr. Joe Parkman. Joe was a handsome,
strongly-built guy in his mid thirties, a former high-school football
star. He and John Carter had started out as college roomates, and it only
took one hot '69' session to seal thier relationship. The two men had
worked together for years, almost like a father/son team. Today, Dr. Joe
was about to hit new hieghts of both scientific discovery and erotic
ecstacy. As it was Saturday, the laboratory was deserted. Only the sounds
of ferryboat whistles and foghorns out in the bay broke the stillness. Few
words were spoken; words were not needed. Both men took of thier suit pants
and shorts, leaving on thier wingtip shoes, argyle socks, and garters.
Dr. Joe's blunt cock, a fat, lube-drooling slab of 9" meat swung out at
rigid attention, as hard and pounding as hard as John Carter's. John gave
Joe the bottle of clear, sweet-smelling fluid he had used yesterday, and
Joe swabbed the stuff all over Carter's round, firm hairy globes, and his
crack. Now, the two men positioned a wooden, table-like platform. which
stood on end, with a hole drilled into it about crotch level. Above it
were leather wrist restraints. Carter walked over to the board, and got
flat against it, sticking his pounding erection through the hole. Dr. Joe
then bound Carter's thick wrists with the restraints. Dr. Joe walked over
to the octopus tank, and hauled out the same, eight-armed sea monster that
had so throughly attacked John Carter's bulky, hairy ass the day before.
Indeed, there were still faint round welts on Carter's beefy buns, left
over from the suction cups' attack yesterday. After placing the octopus on
the floor at Carter's feet, Dr. Joe got around the other side of the board,
knelt on the tile floor, and his big tongue started licking circles around
the drooling, angry-looking head of his macho he-man collegue/lover. Carter
moaned deep in his throat as his partner's hot manly mouth slowly engulfed
his throbbing member. Then Carter felt the suction cups attatching to his
thick, hairy legs, knowing the octopus was pulling itself up to reach his
round, hairy butt. As Dr. Joe's hot, wet mouth clamped tighter around his
thick, pounding dong, Carter felt the first suction cups attatch to his
hairy, beefy buttcheeks. "AAAWWWWWWSSHHIIITTTT... AAWWFFUUCKKYYESSSSS!!!"
Carter groaned loudly, as the slimy cups attatched themselves to his hairy
buns, starting to pull them apart like two strong hands. Hearing his best
buddy moan, Dr. Joe stepped up his cocksucking, and the handsome, bow-tied,
rugged marine biologist began working overtime on the thick slab of
cockmeat that filled his hot mouth. By this time, the octopus had Carter's
buns pulled way apart, and his tight, sweaty chute twitched with
anticipation. Again, the octopus's sperm arm began slithering in and out of
his hairy, sweaty crack, the sticky, slimy octopus sperm stinging his
hair-covered sensitive hole. The sticky stuff dribbled out of Carter's
furry crack, and down his hairy legs. So copious was the amount of fluid
that it ran down to his argyle socks, staining his garters. Now Dr. Joe
had let Carter's spit-wet cock slide out of his mouth , and he slowly began
to lick up and down it's massive length, teasing the slick, sensitive head
with his tongue. "GODAMN, JOE..YEAH..THAT'S IT , BUDDY..WORK THAT FAT
COCK....FUCK, YEAHHHHHHHHHH" Carter moaned, his eyes closed in sheer
ecstacy. The octopus had by now changed color to a flaming red, which
indicated its high state of sexual agitation. Its strong arms pulled
Carter's bulky, hairy buns apart even further, and now another arm was
sliding in and out of his hairy, sperm-slick crack. Dr. Joe was no longer
sucking Carter's cock, but was whanking it with his rubber gloved hand,
aiming the angry head right for his face. With his best buddy working his
fat cock through the hole, and the octopus assaulting his beefy ass, Carter
could no longer hold back. His hairy bull balls churned and tightened... a
bumper load of jism seconds away from blasting. "YEEAAH, YEAHH, JOE,
C'MON...YEAAHHH...AAWW, JOE..WORK MY FAT PRICK, PAL... YEAH... OOHH
FFUCCKK... AWWSSHHIITT... AAWWCHRIST... AWWUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHGHH...
YYEEAAHHHHHHHHFUCKKAAUGHHNNHH!!!!" The bulky, bespectacled marine biologist
groaned and cursed like a madman, thrashing in his restrainsts, as his
hairy nuts blew. Dr. Joe's meaty, rubber-gloved hand pumped his buddy's
throbbing member, geyser after geyser of hot, sticky man-juice sprayed his
ruddy face, his glasses......dripping down to stain his bow-tie and shirt
front. John Carter kept on humping the board like a crazed animal, as the
octopus continued to assault his tortured ass. By now, Dr. Joe's handsome,
square-jawed face was splattered with hot cum. John Carter gasped and
panted like a beached whale as his collegue/lover poured the liquid
tranquilizer all over the sex-crazed octopus, to get it to release its grip
on Carter's massive, furry backside. As the sea beast began to relax,
Dr. Joe was hoping that tomorrow, bieng Sunday, would find himself back
here in the lab with John Carter, to conduct further experiments in the
name of marine biology. THE END!! Hope you guys enjoyed this! I know I
did!!!
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