By the light of your weeping testes
One day, in Foodsville, Dax Dogtective was solving the case. "Oh no." She said, "My raisins have been smuggled." Dax lowered his head and vowed to find the missing raisins.
"Okay, sugah momma, this tuna is In The Can" said Daxxie boy.
…Later
Dax and Wayne Brady sit under the light of the moon pie. "wow Dax, you are so hot when you are on the case" Wayne Brady announced.
In quick retort Dax EXCLAIMED " or is the case hot on me?~~~", Wayne Brady's breath quickened at the sly dogmatic remark. He felt his chocolate bread-meats rising. Dax Dax Dog questioned Wayne Brady "can I ask you a question Wayne Brady?"
Wayne Brady whispers sexily "I always love helping with big cases"
Dax sulkily replied through the dribbling sips of his Budlight flavored tequila "well Wayne Brady, this one is strictly OFF BOOK…." From across the table Wayne Brady felt his tight jeans tighten even tighter as Dax hesitantly hesitated with his statement. "Do you know of the third ball? It is the one at the tip Wayne Brady"
"of course I know of that ball" Wayne Brady replied while feeling his restricted third ball strain against his acid wash jeans.
"has that ball ever weeped, even when you are not sad? I am asking for a friend" Dax says with somber hesitation.
To which Wayne Brady quickly and loudly replies "How did you know Dax Dax Dog? It cries when I think of you Daxxie" The man said with affection in his strained voice. His third ball begging to be noticed within his acid wash jeans.
Dax realized that something had changed within Wayne Brady, he knew that a kinship had been formed during this raisin smuggling case.
Later Again….
Dax Walkes home in the rain, knowing that he will have to face Raisin Bran when he gets home. He once loved Raisin Bran, but now, his third ball was interested in a new set of bread meats. "Yeeah" mumbled Dax, as he thought of Wayne Brady wearing his aviator goggles as he gesticulates wildly, as he is prone to do. A bright light appeared ahead, he realized it was the light from Raisin's new apartment.
"Howdie doodie Daxxie Pads!" Raisins Yelled with happiness. She stood in the door, shirt unbuttoned and underwear gone for now. "Did you find my missing Raisins?" she muttered in slow sexy breaths.
"You know that I haven't Raisin Bran, I have been thinking"
"Thinking about what, my Daxxie Pad?" Dax hated to be emasculated like this, he felt like a bottle of baby food, instead of the strong cereal mascot that he had become.
"Get a clue, Raisin Bran" Dax frustratedly interrupted. "Wayne Brady and I ~~~~"
"You have been spending a lot of time with Wayne Brady, he hardly has time to be a chocolate squirrel" Dehydrated Grapes accused.
"Raisin Bran Flakes, have you heard of the third ball?!" Dax shouted, stud like arms flailing.
"no Dax, I am only familiar with the first and second ball. I was unaware there was a third" She whispers into his collar.
Dax Dogtective moans "IT WEEEEEEPPPSSSSS, Raisins. How have you never seen it cry?"
With a sudden realization Raisin Bran turns away, "Maybe because it has never weeped for me"
Later….
Wayne Brady sat outside of his aero-space vehicle and thought of the stars in his lovers eyes. He thought of the time Dax Dogtective had helped him wash his aero-space vehicle, suds and water splashing on their tight acid wash jeans. His abs had twinkled in the spray, his third ball ignored because Dax was being a Dogtective with another, not Wayne Brady.
Suddenly a sudden noise startled Wayne Brady, so much he almost forgot to be a chocolate squirrel. "I am here now" a strong masculine dog voice shouted with lust. "let me in Wayne Brady, for my third ball has chosen your visage"
Could it be?
"I will open the door for you Daxxers" Wayne Brady said as he opened the door for Dax. Dax stood there like the finest Dogtective in any grocery store imaginable. Wayne Brady had forgotten how much he loved his Doggie Style.
"Let me show you how its done Wayne Brady" Dax whispers as he unzips his chestnut corduroy slacks.
"No," Wayne Brady says with trepidation in his voice. "someone might see, what about your grapes?"
"I prefer chocolate tears to grapes any day"
Then Wayne Brady noticed that there was a growing wet warmth in Dax's immaculate slacks. "Dax! Your ball is wailing, do you need something to dry it, perhaps a lavender scented wash cloth?"
"No Wayne Brady, I will dampen your fur with my third ball if its all the same to you"
…..Later ~~~~~
Wayne Brady lie on his tummy. His squirrel tail sticking up to allow easy access from behind.
"Ugh" Said Dax Dogtective, as he grunted "I have a mystery to solve"
"What mystery would that be" said Wayne Brady in a cautious moan.
"How I am going to fit all this ball, in that sexy brown squirrel hole" Said Dax as he pounded into Wayne Brady.
"Haven't you ever heard of chocolate covered nuts before Dax?" Wayne Brady panted out between hefty thrusts. Their coupling was exotic, as megan trainer played in the background. "Marvin Gaye Get It On" played over top of the sloshing and thumping of the two beasts. Wayne Brady had always imagined Dax taking him like this. His need was barely concealed as he came undone like a zipper do.
"Does chocolate come in your mouth or your hand Wayne Brady?" Dax grunted.
" I don't know Dax, It is my first time"
"Don't worry Wayne Brady" Dax Dogtective smiled. "I am no noobers, I will burrow my nuts right"
A thin scream erupted from Wayne Brady as he virgin ass rippled with chocolate pleasure. Never had a third ball felt so good against his tender flesh.