The Mouse, the Dog, and the Martian

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

My apologies to anyone who may have tried to contact me via the comment address I have used for decades. For some reason, mail to [email protected] stopped working on some platforms recently. It isn’t spamex’s fault, some email servers still deliver mail to there. But I know for a fact that yahoo does not, mail sent to that address bounces back. Since I don’t know the cause, I can’t get it fixed.

So starting now, those who wish to send me their comments may use [email protected] . Note that the underscores are part of the name and must be put in. Sorry for the confusion.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

The Mouse, the Dog, and the Martian



It had been a fairly uneventful life for The Martian thus far. Born 13 years, 4 months, and 12 days ago, the most notable thing that had happened in his young life was the adoption of his name. It had happened on the first day of first grade, when the teacher called his name – Martin Allen, and Billy Peterson turned to look at him and asked, “Martian? You’re from Mars? Really?” Everyone laughed except he and Martin.

“No Billy,” the teacher corrected. “His name is Martin, you heard wrong.” But the name Martian stuck. Martin spent the better part of that school year trying to get it changed to Martin, but never succeeded and eventually gave up. He had some marginal success in 7^th grade, but the kids from his grade school still continued to call him The Martian.

Martin was never really picked on or teased other than referring to him, even in front of adults, as The Martian. He was modestly popular and had several good friends of both genders. He was always small for his age, the smallest kid in his class each year, but his long, square face with his blond hair hanging down to his eyes made him popular with the girls, while his quick wit and daring connected him to the boys. He wasn’t afraid to try anything any of the bigger boys would attempt, and more than once his quick thinking got boys out of trouble.

School was out now, and The Martian was laying on the bank of the Jose River. Although it was warm outside, the water was far too cold to swim in at this time of year. At best, in the slow-moving places and ponds, the temperature might be 60 degrees (about 15 degrees C). He was dressed for hiking, something he had been planning to do, but once he came upon a group of his friends he stayed with them. He took off his hiking boots, leaving him in a pair of bib overalls with just one strap buttoned over his left shoulder.

Billy Peterson was there, the boy who had inadvertently generated Martin’s new name. With him was another creature he had named, his German Shepard, Wolf. Ten other boys and a dozen girls were there with them. The question of what to do came up several times, and each suggestion seemed to get shot down. School had been out for just 2 days, and all of them were mostly content to just be with the group lounging around with nothing to do but take in the warm sun.

The Martian wasn’t sure about Wolf. Billy had told him time and time again that his dog was friendly, just playful, and was not dangerous by any means. But Martin didn’t trust the information. The dog had never seemed friendly to him. To other kids, yeah, but not to him.

“He just senses your fear,” Billy had once suggested.

“I’m not afraid of him,” The Martian said. It was mostly true, he wasn’t afraid of Wolf, just cautious. It was the one feature that seemed out of place with his character. No animals ever seemed to like him or react to him the way they did to other kids.

“It’s because you’re from Mars,” Billy explained. “They know it, and they don’t trust you.”

The fact that he was as Earthly as the other kids didn’t matter, it was a simple fact that animals didn’t seem to like or trust him. As the years passed, he just avoided animals of any sort as much as possible. Which wasn’t hard. When other pets wanted to play, they always went to other kids, never to him. Which was fine by him.

Just then two of the girls to his left screamed and jumped up. The Martian looked over at them, and saw that Wolf was now running straight towards him. He didn’t know why and was getting to his feet when he felt something terrifying.

It was an animal, something small, clawing its way up his leg. From inside the overalls. It was already to his knee, heading for his dick and nuts. In a panic, without thinking of the consequences, he let the one strap over his left shoulder fall and started pulling the overalls down.

Then Wolf hit him, knocking him down. The dog grabbed hold of both legs of the bib overalls and began pulling with all its strength. Since Martin wanted them off before whatever was in his pants bit him in a place he really did not want to get bit, he didn’t fight to keep them. He lifted his butt and let the dog pull his overalls down and off.

Just as the top cleared his knees a mouse ran out the top and across The Martian’s bare chest, making him scream much louder than the two girls had. Below his feet, Wolf continued to tear and shred the overalls, not aware that the mouse had escaped.

“Get it off me, get it off me,” The Martian shouted, swatting aimlessly at his stomach and chest. After a few seconds, he realized the mouse was gone, and all of his friends were now standing around him looking down. And without exception, all of them were smiling.

Then he remembered. This morning he didn’t have any clean boxers in his drawer, and the ones he had on yesterday had already been dropped down the laundry shoot to the basement. He was naked. From his toes to his head, he didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on. Twenty-two kids his age were seeing him, and most of them were girls. His hands went to his privates.

“Billy, get his overalls from your dog,” Jack Moody yelled.

Billy tried, but the dog was still sure the mouse was in them and wouldn’t give them up without a fight. By the time the dog realized his toy was gone there was nothing left but pieces.

Not sure what to do, The Martian lay there, his hands over his privates. Things had gotten worse because now he wasn’t just naked, he also had a boner.

Thinking that perhaps the human had the toy in his hands, Wolf leaped over to where he lay. He pawed at the two hands, and the beginning of a one-eyed pink mouse began to appear, causing the dog to work harder.

Sure that the dog was going to eat his dick, Martin started trying to push Wolf’s mouth away. This action uncovered his privates, and immediately the kids gathered around were now treated to the sight of an erect teenage penis, something none of the girls had ever seen.

The kids were so focused on seeing The Martian’s dick jerking around as it pointed up to its home planet that none of them thought to help the boy as he kept trying to keep the dog from biting it.

Finally, one of the other boys broke out of his trance. “Billy, get Wolf off him,” he yelled.

As Billy pulled Wolf back, Martin rose to his feet hoping to get to his overalls. As he stood, he spotted them, or rather, the remains of what had once been clothing. His hands were just barely able to conceal his erection, and he now found himself over a mile from home without any clothing at all, surrounded by more than two score of his friends.

“He can’t go home naked,” Shirly Jones said. “Billy, your dog tore up his overalls, you should give him your shorts.”

“I’m not doing that,” the boy declared. “It isn’t my fault a mouse attacked him and Wolf thought it was his favorite toy.”

But faced with the possibility of seeing another boy without pants the other girls all joined in, calling for him to give them up.

Fearing the group might decide to give The Martian all of his clothing instead of just his shorts, Billy relented. He unsnapped them and let them fall to his feet before stepping out of them. There were a few snickers as his dinosaur briefs were revealed.

The Martian ran to grab the shorts, but Wolf got free of Billy’s one-handed grasp and got them first. Keep-away was one of the dog’s favorite games. He loved it when the naked human chased after him and dodged and ran through the crowd of kids hoping more would join the game.

And more did, making Wolf’s joy reach new levels. He jumped into the river and crossed to the other side, where he stood waiting for the humans to follow and continue playing.

“What now?” Gwen Curtis asked. “We can’t send The Martian home naked.” She looked to where he stood, his back to her and his hands over his privates. She thought he had a very cute bubble butt.

“Go get it, Billy,” Steve Johnson ordered.

“That river is freezing,” Billy answered. “I’m not going to swim across.”

“It’s only fifty feet (a little more than 15 meters) across,” Karen Smith said. “And it isn’t more than chest deep. Go and get the shorts or give your pretty briefs to The Martian and you can go home naked.” She was actually hoping he’d choose the later option. Seeing one boy naked was wild, seeing a second would be even better.

“Bring them here Wolf,” he attempted from the edge of the river. “Come on boy.”

The dog wanted to play, and dropped the shorts in order to give a joyful bark.

David Stanford snuck up behind Billy and with his foot pushed the back of the boy’s butt, causing him to fall into the freezing-cold river. “Now cross and get the shorts,” he said laughing.

Billy Peterson stood up immediately. The water was much colder than he had even thought it would be. Crossing was not on his list, especially since he’d have to cross it twice. He heard the laughter behind him and looked down.

The double fabric in the crotch hid his privates, but the single layer everywhere else was now transparent. He knew the girls were seeing his butt.

But The Martian had grown tired of this nonsense. With a yell he ran into the water, splashing the dog as he drove forward. However, he was unaware that action was exactly what Wolf wanted.

The dog grabbed the shorts and ran back into the river. One of the humans on the other side moved in front of him, and he dodged to the right, only there was another one there who managed to grab the shorts. Finally, he could play tug-of-war, another favorite game. He growled and shook his head as the boy hung on. Then another boy joined in, and they slowly pulled the Shephard from the river where he had better footing. Game on! Until the shorts ripped in two, causing the two boys to fall over backwards.

The Martian came back to the side where his friends were. He was freezing cold, and no longer considered hiding his erection to be his biggest concern. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his chest to try and get warm.

Billy too was freezing. He too exited the stream and finally convinced Wolf to come to him. After a quick game of tug, his shorts were again torn even worse before the dog gave them up.

The two boys stood next to each other. One naked, the other in wet briefs. Both had erections.

“Shit, this has gone too far, Steve Johnson said. Knowing he had boxers on and didn’t have a boner, he gave up his shorts to The Martian, who quickly pulled them on.

“What about me?” Billy asked. “It wasn’t my fault. That mouse did it, and got away.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Doug Manci said. “If you take off your briefs and give us the same show that Martin did, I’ll give you my shorts.” He was pretty sure the boy wouldn’t go for it and was prepared to let the girls see him in boxers if he did.

“Take them off,” one of the girls close to him yelled. Soon other girls took up the chant, and then the boys joined in.

“You’re right, this isn’t fair,” The Martian said to him as the other kids continued to repeat ‘Take them off’. “I’ll give you the shorts if you give me your underpants. But you have to strip first.”

It was a horrible decision, but Billy did not want to have to walk through town in soaking wet briefs that hid little. He turned his back to the group and stripped off the briefs and tossed them behind him.

Martin removed the shorts and stepped towards Billy. He held out the shorts as he said, “Here boy,” to Wolf, who responded immediately, taking the offered toy from the naked human’s hands. Martin then grabbed the briefs and put them on as Billy Peterson now had to start chasing his dog while totally naked.

And chase he did, wanting the shorts in the worst way. He ran, yelling at others to help him, as his dick swayed with every step, much to the enjoyment of the girls.

It took nearly half an hour before the dog finally was tired out and gave up the treasure to his master. Billy quickly put them on, knowing he’d given a bunch of girls the show of their lives. But at least he was going home wearing clothing that wasn’t mostly transparent.

In the time it took Billy to get the shorts, the briefs that The Martian now wore had dried. While they still showed the outline of his dick, which was no longer erect, Martin was okay with walking home wearing them. Yeah, other kids were bound to see him along the way. But thanks to Steve Johnson having the courage to strip to his boxers, he wasn’t going home naked.

For the girls, it had been a very interesting day. They got to see two of their friends naked, and a third in boxers. Nothing like it had ever occurred to any of them, and they would remember what Martin and Billy looked like all through the summer.

The next few days were a little bit awkward, especially for Martin and Billy. But once sufficient time had passed, they stopped being the topic of conversation at all gatherings. Things returned to normal, and they all remained friends.

And for The Martian, it suddenly seemed that a few of the girls were a lot more interested in being more than just friends.