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 My Summer Job, Chapter 1 (Ped, Mm, mb, mg, ws, costume, child prostitution,
best [mentioned only])

   by quozax



   My name is Josh, and, let's face it, I'm poor.  I'm talking food stamps,
church donations, Goodwill clothes poor.  My mom works hard with 2 jobs,
and my Nanny takes care of me and my 5 year old brother and 6 year old
sister.  My mom can't afford day care.

   So, when I turned 13, I looked for a job when summer started.  I had a
rusty bicycle that worked.  It even had a wire basket in the front.  So, I
tried looking into delivering newspapers.  But since my mom couldn't drive
me, and my Nanny had to watch my two siblings; they didn't give me a job.

   I tried fast food places, but most of those you have to be at least 15
to have a job.  So, asked - well, begged, my Nanny's next door neighbor if
I could look at his newspaper for a job.  I even tried going door to door,
and asked if they needed any yard work done.

   Yard work got me some money, but it wasn't consistent.  I learned right
then and there, you had to do whatever you had to do to get a job.  So, one
day I saw an ad for minimum wage, helping with the summer reading program
at the library.

   The very next day, I got on my best looking clothes, and rode my bike
there, and arrived over an hour and a half early.  The place didn't even
open up until 9 o'clock.  I parked my bike.  I didn't have a padlock, but
when you see the rust on my bike, most people just walk away from it.

   So, I waited.  At 8 o'clock, on the dot, a nice blue car parks all the
way across the parking lot.  It parked in the very last spot.  An older
man, about 50 or 60 got our of the car and looked at me funny.

   He shrugged his shoulders and approached the library.  He was dressed in
a nice 3-piece suit, complete with a white handkerchief sticking out of his
jacket pocket.  I have seen this man at the library before.  I knew he was
the man in charge.

   He walked up to the front door; which took forever.  But, I kept
smiling. He seemed pretty fit for an old guy.  He almost had a spring to
his step, and he was humming a tune.

   When he got close enough to the front door, he said.  "You know we don't
open for another hour - right?'

   "Yes, sir." I said as respectfully as I could.  "I am here for the
summer job offer sir." I even held my head down a little, in a suggestion
of submission.

   He looked at me from my worn out shoes to my scruffy, jet black hair. 
"How old are you?"

   "I, um, just turned 14 sir." I lied.

   He stroked his chin.  "Well, you impressed me by showing up so early. 
Let's get inside and I'll interview you."

   "Thank you sir." I said.

   He undid the alarm on the library and let me in, locking the door behind
me.  He turned on the lights and set the thermostat to a cooler
temperature. It was warm in the library.  It smelled like old books.

   I followed him to his office, and he turned on his light.  "You're not
14 are you?"

   I hung my head and decided to spit out the truth.  "No sir, I'm really
13."

   He smiled.  "Well, lucky for you, this job is one of the very few jobs
that can be held by a 13-year old.  Don't lie to me again."

   "Um, yes sir." I said nervously.

   "Sit down." He said.

   It was a nice leather chair, and much better looking office than I had
expected in a library.  He sat down in his own chair and rolled it around
so we were face to face without the desk in the way.

   "What do you know about Clifford the Big Red Dog?"

   I smiled.  "It's my sister's favorite book series sir.  I read to her
all the...  I sometime read to her and my brother, sir." I said truthfully.

   "Who's Clifford owner?" He asked.

   "Emily Elizabeth and he has some friend; Cleo, Mac, and T-bone - sir." I
replied.

   He smiled just a little.  "My name is Scott Moore, you may call me Mr.
Moore.  What is your name?" He asked.

   "My name is Josh Peterson." I answered

   He handed me the standard form for filling out the application for
employment.  I quickly filled it out.  I notice he kept looking at me.  I
was self conscious because of my worn out clothing.  But I wasn't about to
blow this.  If he wanted to look at me, he could stare all he wanted to.

   After I handed him my application, he said.  "You are about the right
size for the job; so that's good." Mr.  Moore said.

   "The right size?  I don't understand Mr.  Moore."

   He stood up, walked over to a cabinet in the corner and withdrew a
bright red dog costume.  The head looked just like Clifford's head from the
book series.  He set it on the desk and said.  "Your job would be to wear
this sweaty, hot suit for 6 hours and pretend you are Clifford the Big Red
Dog.  You will have kids hug you and sit on your lap, and drool all over
you.  Your friends may show up at the library and make fun of you.  You
will start out your day handing out literature, outside, in the hot sun. 
It will be uncomfortable, itchy, and you will think that an oven would be
cooler."

   He continued.  "After two long hours in the hot sun, you will come
inside, where you will allow each and every kid to come up to you and kiss
on you, and hug on you, and sit on your lap, and have your picture with
them, if they want.  You will not stop them from whatever they want to do;
except pull off your fake head."

   After an hour of that, you will be allowed to eat lunch for a half hour,
and go to the bathroom.  After lunch, you will go into the reading room and
Emily, one of our readers, and read a book to all the kids.  You will act
out as much of the book as you can.  It will be humiliating.  You will have
to degrade yourself."

   "The reading will take about a half hour, and during that entire 30
minute, kids will be pawing all over you with their sticky fingers, and
messy faces.  You will allow every hug and kiss without resistance, while
staying in character."

   "Then, when reading time is over, you get to stay in the costume until
the day is done.  And I warn you now, You must never break character when a
child is around.  Every little boy and girl must believe that you are
indeed Clifford.  Failure to accomplish this may mean termination.  Do you
understand, Mr.  Peterson?"

   I liked being called Mr.  Peterson, it made me feel more mature.  "Yes,
Mr Moore, I'd just ask when I start." I said without apprehension.

   "Very well Mr.  Peterson.  First things first.  You must try on the
costume.  If it doesn't fit, you cannot have the job regardless on how much
you want it."

   I lifted up the costume, and realized it would be very snug.  I was glad
I was an active kid.  I took off my shoes.  I felt inside the costume, and
it was already warm inside it.  So, I took off my shirt and pants.  And
since, I did want to impress the potential interviewer, I did wear long
pants.  I even took off my socks.

   I did all of this right inside Mr.  Moore's office.  And I noticed
immediately he was staring at my crotch as soon as I started to remove my
pants.  I noticed a bulge in his own slacks.  My God, how badly did I want
this job?

   I picked up the suit for a minute and pretended to examine it.  But what
I was really doing was seeing if his eyes would follow my crotch as I
moved. And, sure enough, he did.  So, I suppressed a sigh.  An dropped my
underwear down to the floor in one swoop.

   Now, I have a 5 inch penis, and at that moment, it was limp and a little
smaller, dangling on my smallish balls.  I didn't have much body hair yet
and my pubic area had only flecks of hair.  But, I noticed he was leering
at my naked body.

   So, I grinned just a little, and turned to the side to give him a
profile of my nakedness.  I was holding out the costume as if figuring out
how to put my feet into it.  I grinned again.  I started to put my left
foot into the costume and made sure it went in comfortably.  I purposely
took my time, allowing him to leer as much as he wanted.

   I pulled up the form fitting costume over my left leg.  It bunched up a
little.  I put my right leg in, and then I turned so he could see my butt.
I was in a reflection, on a display case, that he actually lowered his head
a little to get a better view.  So, I bent forward and started to work the
costume up my legs.

   Once, I got the costume on my legs, I spread them apart, bent further
over, and pretended to adjust the feet.  I saw him, in the reflection,
start to rub the outside of his slack, where his prick was.  He must have
been looking straight at my ass hole.

   I wiggled my butt up and down, back and forth, just a tiny bit as I
pulled at the costume.  Then I saw a wet spot happen on his groin area.  I
stood back up and I was starting to get an erection.  I don't know if it
was watching him, or it was the costume.

   I pulled up the snug costume up further, but I had trouble getting my
erect penis in the costume and pull up at the same time.  So, I turned
around to give him a full view of my erection.  "Mr.  Moore, can you do me
a favor?"

   "Um, certainly Mr.  Peterson.  What can I do for you." he said never
taking his eyes off my erection.

   "I can't pull up the costume and tuck in my penis at the same time. 
Would you tuck my penis into the costume while I pull it on?"

   His breathing quickened.  "Um, why, why certainly young man.  I would be
glad to help."

   I really wanted this job if I was going to let an old stranger tuck my
erect penis into a costume.  But I could tell he was turned on about it,
and I knew about jerking off.

   "You know what Mr.  Moore.  It might go into the costume easier if it
wasn't so darn hard.  Would you mind if I jerked off real quick, so it'll
go down?"

   "Actually, I'd be afraid you'd get some cum onto the costume my dear
lad. So, why don't I help you out?" He pretended to look around the room.
"Well," he said a little nervously.  "You could cum inside my mouth - you
know, so it doesn't get on the costume - only if you want though."

   I started to envision what I could do with all the money I could get
with the job.  "Okay, Mr.  Moore, but you can't put your mouth around it.
You can only hold it open while I jerk." I paused.  "Well, unless you paid
me more money that is.  Only then would I even consider such a perverted
act."

   Mr.  Moore looked at me strangely.  "My Peterson, are you suggesting
that you are offering your body for prostitution?"

   I couldn't tell from the tone in his voice if this is what he wanted or
not anymore.  I took a deep breath.  "Mr.  Moore.  My family is very poor,
and I really need a job to help them out.  So, if that is what it takes to
help my family out of this crisis; then yes, I would sell my sexual
services to you or anyone else." I said, trying to sound very grown up.

   He smiled.  "Well then, Mr.  Peterson, I may have more than one job for
you.  You'd still come in for your 6 hours of work, here at the library;
and you'd be required for extra sexual services.  And I assure you, Mr. 
Peterson, you will make a lot more money selling your services.  Perhaps a
hundred times more money."

   I swallowed hard, not sure anymore if I wanted this.  He continued. 
"What I have in store for you may surprise you.  But you will have to cast
aside all morals, fears, and apprehension.  I do not believe in pain or
bondage; so I assure you that you will only feel sexual pleasure.  Are you
interested Mr.  Peterson?"

   I started to daydream what my family could do with all that money.  I
didn't know anything, but jerking so I'd have to learn a lot.  "Yes, Mr. 
Moore.  I think I could do that."

   "Excellent, but first I have to see if you are up to the task.  He took
out his wallet and plopped a 100 dollar bill on the desk with a thud.  He
had a wad of cash on him.  It was rolled up in 100s, 50s, and 20s.  He was
rich!  Then he said something I didn't expect.  "Put the Clifford head on
first."

   He had a hint of excitement in his voice.  So, I asked.  "It depends if
I got the job or not You don't tell me I'm hired right here and now; I get
my old clothes back on and leave.  You tell me I'm hired and you can help
me tuck my penis in the costume." I was scared to death he'd call me on it
as he just told me not to lie.

   "Oh, you are hired all right for the library position, as long as the
suit fits." He said, still breathing hard.  "And I will pay you extra for -
extra sexual benefits, but only if you are also hired for that position.  I
still need to decide if you are ready for that or not" He licked his lips
and stared at my still hard penis.

   I put the head of the costume on.  It looked so much like Clifford's
head.  It had a way to see out, and the costume mouth was surprisingly
close to where my mouth ended up.  It was designed to open and close with
my own mouth.  So, when I spoke, the mouth would move.  I noticed that I
could eat or drink something surprising easily with the way it was
designed.

   My upper body was still showing out of the costume, and my penis still
exposed.  Mr.  Moore added.  "Let me help you put the entire costume on and
then I'll give you a great blow job - for the extra hundred, of course. 
Only after that, will I determine if you are willing to do what it takes to
be accepted for the sexual position I am offering.  And most importantly,
never break character!"

   He touched my penis lightly.  I jumped at the feeling.  He started to
ease my cock into the pants and I pulled up the rest of the costume.  He
was surprisingly gentle, and I felt guilty that I enjoyed it.  But like he
suggested, I just pushed down those feelings and allowed myself to enjoy
him tugging and stuffing my penis inside the costume.

   I put the rest of the costume on.  It fit me like a glove.  I looked
down and noticed that it didn't have a zipper for the penis opening, but
rather a folded slit.

   Mr.  Moore eased my balls out of the small opening, and carefully draped
the fold over my hard cock.  It looked so much like a real dog sheath, that
I was shocked.  I looked at my full reflection.  I looked exactly like the
canine book character, except with my white balls hanging out, more like a
real dog, and my penis in the folds of the costume.

   Mr.  Moore returned to his cabinet and came out with bright red face
paint.  Without warning he started to apply the red makeup to my balls and
penis.  Oh, I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying him manipulating my
balls and cock.  He stopped and I looked down at my now, bright red cock
and balls.

   Mr.  Moore tucked just my cock back into the folds of the suit, leaving
my balls out, and examined the suit.  I was starting to wonder if he was
going to put my hard cock in his mouth or not.  He said.  "Now, before I
give you a blow job, Clifford, you must not break character at any time. 
Granted, Clifford is a talking dog, but right now, I want you to act more
like a real dog; as that may be required from time to time."

   I got off the chair, got on my hands and knees, and made a barking
sound. It was so bizarre I didn't know why my erection stayed.

   Mr.  Moore petted my costumed head like a real dog.  "Good doggie! 
Scott's going to rub you now, is that okay boy?  Are you ready boy?" His
tone changed so much from a fussy business man to almost an adolescent kid.

   I quickly wiggled my butt, and the tail was attached just so it would
seem to wag when I wiggled it left to right.  I started to pretend to pant.
My tongue actually protruded just a little from the costume.

   Mr.  Moore took his hand and gently grasped my hard cock through the
costume's sheath.  He eased the sheath back and forth, and I noticed that
the lining of that part of the costume was so soft.

   Mr.  Moore eased my cock from the sheath and it felt so much better than
I had thought it would.  I mean, basically he was just jerking me, and I've
done that before.  So, I quickly remembered that my best friend Grant's dog
humps me all the time.  So, I started to hump Mr.  Moore's hand.

   I tried my best to keep looking like a real dog.  Mr.  Moore seemed
almost dazed.  He slowly eased himself onto the floor.  He was still in his
expensive looking 3-piece suit, and inched his head under my cock.

   It was so strange seeing this uptight old man in a nice 3-piece suit
right under my cock.  I almost felt foolish and glanced back over a the
hundred dollar bill laying on the desk.  I could have him suck my cock for
a hundred.  So, I closed my eyes.

   I felt him rub my cock back an forth in the fabric sheath again.  I
started to buck my butt up and down like a dog.  I felt him move my cock
and my opened wide when I felt his hot tongue lick the bottom of it from
the base to the head, over and over again.  I kept bucking my butt.  I
looked in the reflection and saw him open his mouth.

   I closed my eyes tight this time as I felt his whole mouth around my
erect 5 inches.  I was determined to hate it.  There was no way I was going
to enjoy pretending to be Clifford the Big Red Dog getting his dick sucked
my an old guy - my boss, no less.

   But, he started to move his tongue around my cock while keeping it it
his mouth.  I found myself moaning with pleasure.  I quickly changed it the
sound of a dog whine.  Like I was begging for more.  He started to pump my
cock in and out of his mouth.  And damn it!  I liked it.  Oh my God, I
liked it.  He was good.

   He applied just the right amount of suction, combined with just the
right amount of moving back and forth.  Plus he had the right amount of
tongue movement.  This was, most certainly, not the first cock he had
sucked.  Possibly not the first 13-year old cock.

   I started to whine like a dog again, thinking that was the closest I
could do that was a moan.  I felt the pressure build up in my penis and
balls.  He then started to massage my balls very, very gently.  God, why
was I enjoying this?

   I couldn't help it any more, I was going to cum very, very soon.  So I
prepared for it.  As soon as I felt the release coming, I howled like a
coyote.  "Aroooooooo!!!" I came.

   The man swallowed every drop.  I felt his throat convex with each
swallow.  I shot out about 5 strands.  Then, I decided to howl one more
time.  "Aroooooo!" He was out of breath.

   He straightened out his suit, got up off the floor and said.  "Mr. 
Peterson, forgive me for breaking character, but that was, by far, the best
imitation I have ever seen.  You were creative, you stayed in character,
and I believe that I will have to clean my self up now.  You sir, are hired
for both positions.  Can you start today?"

   "Yes Mr.  Moore.  May I make a phone call?" I said.

   Mr.  Moore, very gently eased my balls and limp cock back into the folds
of the fabric sheath.  "Yes, you may, but as soon as you leave this office,
you must be Clifford.  I will give you your privacy, and when you are done,
I will be in the hall to show Clifford around, including where his locker
is."

   Mr.  Moore gave me some privacy.  I picked up my pants off the floor and
took the hundred dollar bill and shoved it into my duct tape billfold, I
had made for myself.  Then I folded my pants and shirt up nicely and told
my mom about the library job.  Of course, I left out the fact that I just
received a blow job from my boss.

   My mom was thrilled, and by now you might be thinking how I know words
like cock and blow job.  Well, my best friend Grant has an older brother,
Mike, who liked to teach us new words now and then.  He's even showed us
naked pictures of women.  He's never shown us porno, but at least I knew
what a cunt looks like.

   After my phone call, Mr.  Moore showed me around.  The place was a lot
bigger than I had realized.  There were several private rooms, and places
to read.  The sections were huge, and neatly organized.  I didn't see any
dust or trash.  Mr.  Moore keeps a tight ship, I thought.  He did show me
to a locker labeled simply 'Clifford'.

   At about 8:40, we heard a knock on the door.  Mr.  Moore let in 2
employees, both female, both looked like they were in their mid 40s.  Mr.
Moore only introduced me as 'the new Clifford'.  At 8:55 he let in a girl.
This girl had bright yellow hair, designed just like the Emily Elizabeth
character from the Clifford books.  She wore a pink shirt, black shorts,
and pink and black striped socks.  She even had on small flat-bottom, black
shoes.  She looked to be 10 years old.  And she was cute!

   I'm don't look at 10-year old girls much, but there was something about
this girl I really liked.  Mr.  Moore introduced us.  "Clifford, this is
Emily Elizabeth, Emily, this is Clifford."

   I suck out my costume paw.  "Nice to meet you."

   She smiled and scratched behind my left, bright red, costume ear.  I
bent my head to meet her hand like I've seen my friend's dog do when I
scratch his ears.  She smiled wider and rubbed my costume belly.

   So, I thudded my left leg up and down like she had hit that one spot,
all dogs seem to have.  She laughed.  "Nice to meet you too Clifford.  Mr.
Moore, I think he's a keeper.  Is he full 'on board' yet?"

   Mr.  Moore cocked his head slightly to the side.  "Why yes, Miss
Elizabeth, but I have not had the chance to show him the stage room nor,
have I had the chance to give him the proper reading materials."

   Emily took my costume chest in her hand and pulled me down to her level,
as she was a good foot shorter than me.  She pressed her head upwards into
the mouth of the Clifford head and gave me a kiss.  And she kissed me some
more.  I felt tingly all over.  She started to french kiss me.  From any
other point of view, it would look like she was french kissing Clifford.

   Mr.  Moore seemed to be waiting patiently.  I started to close my eyes
and was really enjoying the kisses.  She was a great kisser for only being
10!  He lips were soft, her tongue went to just the right areas.  She
sucked on mu tongue just at the right moments.

   Then I felt her hand on my costume sheath.  She started to rub my cock
back and forth.  I quickly put my arms around her upper body and leg around
her and started to hump her.  I was jamming my cock into the side of her
young body.

   "Good boy Clifford." She backed off from my embrace, and I whined.  "He
never broke character.  Shall we show him the stage room now, Mr.  Moore?"

   "I do believe he is ready Miss Elizabeth.  Come this way Clifford."

   The duo lead me down the hall, to a room that had the word 'Caution:
Under Construction.  Authorized personnel only.' on the front of it.  Mr.
Moore unlocked the door.

   Inside was a huge area with a stage complete with metal chairs placed
around it for a viewing audience.  It was a completely wooden stage, with a
curtain, and an area beyond the left and right stage; and a back stage
area. I peered around the corner of the back stage and saw several props.
The one that stood out was a queen sized bed.

   There were books everywhere.  Mr.  Moore handed me one of them.  The
title was: 'Clifford the Big Horny Dog Gets a Blow Job.' My mouth hung
open. I picked up another book.  This one was titled.  'Clifford the Big
Horny Dog Has Sex with Emily Elizabeth.'

   Emily smiled when she saw me pick up that on.  "Oh, that's my favorite.
I hope you can cum 3 times in one session.  Three positions.  I start on
top, then you go on top, then we do it doggie style.  It's a blast."

   My cock sprang to life, it was protruding slightly from my costume
sheath noticeably.  "We...  we act this out?" I asked.

   Mr.  Moore answered.  "Clifford has two jobs here.  One is a public job;
handing out fliers, helping little ones to learn to read, acts out the
standard books, and that sort of thing.  The other side of Clifford, the
Horny one,is a horny dog wanting to learn all about sex and the joy it can
bring.  And, of course, teaching children the wonderful feeling sex can
give them."

   "Wait." I said.  "Did you say children?"

   Mr.  Moore searches the books in the room and picks up one and hand it
to me.  The title was: 'Clifford the Big Horny Dog Likes Boys and Girls.'
Mr.  Moore says.  "Open it to a random page."

   I open the book up and it was graphic sex.  A little boy and a little
girl were on each side of Clifford as he was laying on his back.  The kids
were licking each side of his cock at the same time.

   I opened it to the back of the book, to the last page, and the boy and
girl were laughing and covered in cum.  And it was very realistic looking
drawn cum.  Mr.  Moore seemed to be examining me through the costume head
for my reaction.  "...Unless that's a problem Clifford."

   I eased the book closed.  My heart was in my throat.  I felt a little
sick to my stomach.  But I took a breath and said.  "Not at all Mr.  Moore.
Clifford is eager to teach kids new things.  That's what Clifford does. 
This is just something new."

   I was ashamed of myself, but considered myself lucky that I had a
costume head on.  Then it dawned on me.  Just a minute ago, I was
entertaining thoughts of fucking this little 10-year old.  Was that any
different?  I knew that it felt good; or at least that's what I heard.  So
why not?

   I started to pick up the books.  All of them started with Clifford the
Big Horny Dog.  I read out loud the rest of all the tiles I picked up as I
picked them up.  "Gets His Ass Reamed.  Gets His Butt Fucked.  Has Sex with
a Non-talking Dog.  Gives T-bone a Blow Job.  Fucks Cleo's Ass.  Breaks
Cleo's Hymen.  Likes Emily's Cunny.  And Mac's Orgy Birthday Party.  Learns
Abut Vibrators." I stop reading as there were a lot of other books lying
around.

   "Well, it looks like I have a lot of reading to do." I joked.

   Emily laughed.  And I think that Mr.  Moore cracked a smile.

   I put the books I had grabbed in my locker and straight up at 9 o'clock,
I started my day.  Mr.  Moore unlocked the doors and I headed outside with
the fliers.

   The sun beat down on me.  I had to come inside a couple of times to get
a drink of water.  I was swimming in sweat.  Every little boy and girl
would come up to me and hug me.  Parents took our picture, and I must
admit, I was getting into the spirit of the thing.  I was starting to enjoy
it.

   Finally break time, and I had to pee bad.  I headed to the bathroom, and
went right to the urinal.  I fished my cock out, but I was having troubles
peeing because of the constriction of my balls.  So I eased out my balls
too.

   A little boy, with blonde hair, about 6-years old comes in before I can
even begin my stream of pee.  So, I quickly lift up my leg like a male dog
does and starts to pee out of my bright red penis.

   He was staring right at it.  "My doggie's pee-pee is red too."

   I turned to him without stopping my flow.  "Oh, um, that's good to
know." My pee was coming to an end.  It was strange how he stared at it.

   He looked me right in the costume eyes and asked.  "Did you need me to
help you shake it?"

   I glanced down at my costume paws.  I shoved down the regret and
apprehension and simply said.  "Oh, that would be very nice of you." He
took it in his hand and shook the pee off for me.  It was starting to get
hard so I decided to talk to him to distract myself.

   "Well, my name is Clifford, what is your name?" He was pivoting my cock
in his hand as if examining it.  "My name is Jeremy.  Your pee-pee is
shaped differently from my dog's.  Why is that?"

   My mind raced.  "Well, Jeremy, I am a talking dog, of course." His tiny
hand was still on my penis and it started to get erect.  Oh, I tried to
stop it from getting bigger, but it was no use.  But then I remembered that
I was also Clifford the Big Horny Dog, and I allowed it to grow to full
size.

   "Did I make your pee-pee feel good Clifford?  I make my daddy's pee-pee
and my doggie's pee-pee feel good all the time.  Would you like me to make
you feel good too?"

   Oh the dilemma.  He could have been sent by Mr.  Moore to test me.  Or
he could be one of the children that have been to see one of the Horny
shows before.  Or maybe he's just a normal kid with a pedophile father.  I
knew I had to show what I was made of.  I had to put aside my doubts and do
this thing.

   I cleared my throat.  "Well, do you know about secrets?"

   "Oh, yes, Clifford.  I've read.  'Clifford the Big Horny Dog Keeps a
Secret' about a hundred times.  It's one of my favorite books.  That's why
I never tell what my daddy or doggie do to me to people.  But your not
people, so your okay."

   He still had his hand on my cock and now I knew he was on board with all
this Horny stuff, so I might as well get into character.

   "Oh, good Jeremy.  I am so incredibly horny too.  I haven't felt good
since this morning.  What would you like to do to Clifford to make him feel
good.  It is polite to ask new friends what they want to do first."

   He smiled and used his other hand to push his fingers through his hair.
He bit his bottom lip.  "I wanna.  I wanna taste it.  I like the way my
daddy's pee-pee stuff tastes.  I taste it every day before bed time, and I
promise not to even tell my daddy that I tasted you."

   "Oh, you are such a good little boy Jeremy." My sick feeling was going
away being replaced by pure lust.  "I would very much like you to taste
it."

   Before I could say another word the shoved my red cock half way into his
mouth right away.  I felt his tongue move left and right.  There was such a
bright contrast with the red coloring and his causation mouth.  I whined
for more.  He started to bob up and down on it.  He's done this before!

   I whined again as I didn't think I should moan.  Then he shoved it in
further.  I noticed only my bright red balls in the mirror hanging there
while his tiny mouth was wrapped around half of the cock.  Then he put one
hand on each of my costume butt cheeks and shoved the whole thing in his
mouth.  He gagged just once, but held firm.

   He kept it there, only working his tongue around my head and shaft.  I
could see his neck bulge in the bathroom mirror.  I stated to breath hard.
I felt the pressure start to rise.  "I'm going to do it!"

   He pushed my cock out until just the piss slit was inside, and I howled
as I spurted in his mouth.  5 hard ropes of cum gushed out.  He caught
every drop, but didn't swallow.  He just let it stay there.

   He was smiling and pointed to the pool of cum in his mouth.  He gargled
it, and seemed to be waiting for something.  I quickly said.  "Oh, thank
you ever so much.  Would you please swallow it so you don't get any on your
clothes?"

   He closed his mouth and swallowed hard.  "Yummy Clifford.  Would you
please make me feel good now?"

   I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this.  "Why of course Jeremy.
I would love to.  May I please put it in my mouth today?"

   He dropped his pants to the floor.  "Can you drink my pee first?  I
really have to go bad."

   I wasn't expecting this at all.  "You will have to put it all the way
into my mouth so I don't get any on my fur."

   I knelt on the floor, as far as I could and I opened my mouth and closed
it around his tiny cock.  He peed and peed, and I started to swallow every
single drop.  I was gulping it down quickly so not to get any on the
cosutme.  It tasted so nasty but I never let the boy know that it did.

   When he finished peeing, he sighed a happy sigh.  Oh, the feel of a
little boy's cock resting on your tongue is hard to describe.  It was so
wonderful, and erotic.  I stated to massage it with my tongue, whining
again instead of moaning.  He was moaning though.  It wasn't long before he
said.  "I'm going to do it." like I did.

   And I felt his tiny penis twitch in my mouth, but I felt no cum come
out. I only started masturbating recently.  So, I didn't know that a little
boy couldn't make cum yet.  So, I kept twisting it around in my mouth.  I
even started to bob my head back and fort on his tiny cock.

   About a minute later he started to moan once again.  "I....  I'm going
to do it again Clifford!  I've never done it twice in a row!" Then it
twitched again.  So, this time I let it drop out of my costume covered
mouth.

   "I'm sorry Jeremy.  But I am a horny doggie you know.  It's hard for me
to stop at just one feel good moment."

   He was grinning from ear to ear.  He said.  "That's okay.  I can't
believe I made Clifford feel good and that he made me feel good - twice. 
But don't worry, I won't tell nobody."

   We washed up and Jeremy went a different way, as I headed to the break
room for lunch.

   I decided to keep my Clifford head on just in case some little boy or
girl would walk back there and catch me.  I was so hot and sweaty in the
suit.  I had just the hundred and some change in my duct tape billfold. 
But it was enough for a bag of chips from the break room vending machine.

   I was used to eating light.  There were some days that I went a meal or
two without a bite to eat.  I actually liked school only for the reason,
that I could steal someone's food from their plate without them noticing.
And Grant, my best friend, would always split his in half.

   I got some of the Horny books from my locker and picked on at random. 
It was the '...And Mac's Orgy Birthday Party.' I opened it up towards the
last page.  It was a pull out page, so it could fit more action on it. 
Adult having sex with children, dogs having sex with humans, Clifford being
butt fucked by Mac, Emily Elizabeth having butt and cunt holes filled at
the same time by two little boys were just some of the things on that page.
Despite my initial regret, I was getting really horny.

   Mr.  Moore walks in the room holding a big bag from Taco Bell.  "I hope
you like tacos Clifford.  I have about a hundred, for the whole crew, of
course.  Have as many as you want.  I need you to keep your strength up.

   "Thank you Mr.  Moore." I said.  I took 3 tacos and devoured them so
quickly I almost choked.

   I was starting on my fourth taco when Mr.  Moore said.  "Clifford, I
notice that you have been reading.  Good.  Good." He flipped through the
books and picked out the '...Likes Little Boys and Girls." book.

   Then he took out a normal Clifford book and handed it to me.  Mr.  Moore
says.  "This non Horny series book is the one you will read right after
your lunch.  Not long after that, you will go to the very last reading
room. It is sound proof.  Awaiting your arrival will be a little boy, a
little girl, and their father.

   You will act out the book with them.  You may ad-lib a little, but try
to keep mostly on track with the book.  You do not have to read it, just
act it out.  I suggest you familiarize yourself with the two books while on
your lunch.

   I flipped open the Horny book first and just looked at the pictures page
by page.  When I reached about half way, I read what it said.  "Am, I
really going to do that Mr.  Moore." showing him the picture.

   "If you can convince the little girl to let you Clifford.  The father is
paying me good money for you to get her to do that one thing.  He picked
out this book for just that reason.  Do you have a problem with that?"

   I swallowed hard.  "No Mr.  Moore, I will do my best to convince her."