Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2016 22:58:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bull Sessions

This series will feature the bulls, Terry and Luther, from my story "Two
Bulls for Damian" in the Adult Friends section.  Through a collection of
episodes that won't necessarily flow in the same linear fashion as that
story it will track their deepening friendship as well as Terry's growing
self-acceptance as an atypical gay man in the 1970s.  Although I don't take
requests (write your own stories, please) it's nice to know if I'm reaching
an audience, so feel free to send me an email if you enjoy it.

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BULL SESSIONS
by Boyatt Hart


Episode 1 - Terry's Big Night Out


The weekend following our threesome with young Damian my fuck buddy,
Luther, went out of town to visit his son.  So I screwed up the courage to
pay a visit to Old Eighty Eights and see it for myself.  Having no interest
in another younger playmate I would be there strictly to sample the aged
beef.

I hit the garage as soon as I got home from work that Friday and spent
about an hour pumping up with lighter weights at higher repetitions to get
all of my contours suitably rounded out.  Then I showered off and picked
out some work clothes that I thought would look attractive in an older
man's eyes.  I chose light gray slacks and a burnt orange sport shirt.

When I arrived at the bar at around ten till eight there was plenty of
parking.  Luther had been right in his description.  It was an old
clapboard two-story building in what once had been a thriving downtown
retail district, but was by then attracting a lot of older gays with its
inexpensive property values.

I walked into an almost empty bar.  The bartender, a stocky man in his
forties I guessed, and two fellows at the lone occupied table looked me
over suspiciously.  I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.

"I think I'd remember the likes of you being here before.  You sure you're
in the right place, big fella?" he inquired in a cautious tone but with a
disarming smile.

I smiled back at him and said, "Pretty sure...young and slender does
nothing for me.  I have it on good authority that this is where the older
gentlemen congregate.  Did I hear wrong?"

He laughed and gave my shoulder a slap, "No, sir.  I reckon you heard
right."

He drew my beer and pushed it toward me as he stuck out his hand, "Name's
Phil.  What's yours?"

"Terry," I replied as I took his hand and shook it.

"Sorry if I sounded a little suspicious there, Terry," he said looking
relaxed, "You'd be surprised how many guys have no idea what they're
walking into when they come in here and if there's any trouble it kind of
falls to me to handle it.  Pardon me for saying but...you don't exactly
'look the type'...and wrangling with a guy your size is way above my pay
grade."

"Wrangling is the last thing on my mind," I assured him with a smile and
took a sip, "well...you know...that kind of wrangling."

He laughed.

"Seems a bit slow for a Friday night," I observed.

"Business will start to pick up around nine when Everett gets here and
starts to tickle the ivories," he said and then asked, "You hungry?"

"Always," I replied calling his attention to the size of my belly.

"A couple of friends of mine run a great little Italian place two doors up
called Luigi's.  You might want to grab a bite there and come back.  We
should be gearing up for our usual Friday night by then," he suggested.

"Thanks," I said, "sounds good."

I stepped outside after fairly downing my beer and spotted the rather small
sign I had missed on my way in.  I walked down and managed to get seated at
the last available table.  I was looking around at the clientele and
noticed quite a few man-and-wife couples amid the tables of all men.

Then I spotted a smartly dressed, handsome, portly man I judged to be in
his fifties, sitting by himself like me.  His nicely tanned skin was smooth
and perfectly set off the most gorgeous close-cropped head of silver hair I
thought I'd ever seen.  The strong jaw line of his plump yet square face
was decorated with a short, well groomed beard the same stunning shade of
silver, and when he flashed his pearly whites in a smile to his waiter my
heart nearly skipped a beat.

Soon my waiter approached to take care of me and I got caught up in that
business, hoping my eye candy wouldn't disappear before I could get another
look at him.  As my waiter walked away I caught sight of the man again and
saw that he was smiling at me.  He raised his glass of red wine to me so I
waved at him, feeling as though I'd been made, then tried not to stare but
with little success.

Midway through my meal I saw him settle his bill and stand to leave.  I put
him at about 250 well-built pounds and maybe 5 feet and nine or ten inches
in height.  He took another look at me on his way out and flashed that
beautiful smile at me as he wound toward the door.  I waved at him again
and then finished my meal, thinking about him the entire time.

At a few minutes past 9 I paid my bill and headed back to Old Eighty
Eights.  I could hear a piano getting louder as I approached, skillfully
delivering some show tune I recognized but couldn't name for the life of
me.  Show tunes have never really been my thing.

I walked in and saw the place was starting to liven up.  When I looked to
see who was at the piano I was shocked to see my eye candy on the bench,
then heard someone sing out, "Gonna wash that man right outa my hair!"
along with the tune he was skillfully playing.  I found a seat at a table
for two close to the piano and feasted my eyes on him, feeling completely
comfortable doing so given the nature of the place.

"So that's Everett," I thought to myself.

The place continued to fill up as he played, seeming to not notice that I
was there.  In spite of the friendly atmosphere I could sense eyes on me
and assumed I was still the object of some mistrust, but I was enjoying the
show too much to care.  Then at 10:15 Everett announced he would take a
short break and, to my relief, made a bee line for my table.

"I'm Everett," he said offering a thick, strong looking hand.

"Terry," I said as I took it and enjoyed his firm grasp.

"Can I buy you a drink, Terry?" he asked.

"Whiskey sour, thank you."

"Good call...that's my drink, too," he said with a smile as he left for the
bar.

He returned with the drinks and set mine down on the table, "May I join
you?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

We sat making small talk for the next fifteen or so minutes and I was
struck by how easy he was to converse with.  When he stood to go back to
the piano he told me he hoped I would still be there when he was done.  I
assured him I would.

It seemed Everett's attention was all that was required to put the other
patrons at ease with me.  The clientele ran the gamut of physical and
personality types and, just as Luther had told me, there were a few younger
guys, some pretty rough around the edges.

Several nice looking men began making their way to my table and introducing
themselves.  Soon I felt right at home and found myself acting as though I
had been frequenting the place for years, making small talk and joining in
when I could on the sing-alongs that broke out.

At a little after midnight Everett thanked everyone for pitching in and
pulled the cover down on the keyboard.  By then I had been sort of adopted
by a group of men who were unabashedly running their hands over me and
commenting to each other on their various discoveries.  Everett then made
his way over and slipped a hand up onto my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

He signaled that he wanted to say something to me privately so I leaned
down enough that his lips were to my ear and he softly said, "My house is a
short walk from here.  Care to join me for another drink?"

I slipped an arm around his substantial shoulders and pulled him close to
me as I said, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Be right back!" he said with a wide grin.

He quickly went back up on the small stage area, collected his tip jar and
went to the bar.  He counted out the money and tipped the waiter who had
seen to his needs throughout the night while I bade my admirers goodbye.

"Ready?" he asked as he rejoined me.

"Since I first laid eyes on you at Luigi's," I responded.

He laughed as we exited to their mock expressions of disappointment and
walked to his place.

"I hope I didn't stare too much at Luigi's," he said as he took my hand in
his, "You just cut such an imposing figure...so big...strong
looking...masculine...I couldn't help myself."

"Not at all!  In fact, I was hoping the same thing.  You're such a
strapping, handsome man that I couldn't keep my eyes off you, either," I
confided.

"Thank you," he said with a smile as he squeezed my hand in his.

At age 32 I had never held hands like that in public, but with him it felt
so natural I didn't give it a second thought.  I was pretty sure that, with
the the two of us constituting over 500 pounds of solidly built man, we
were safe from harm.

We walked a few more short blocks as I told him what a splendid pianist he
was and how much I had enjoyed Eighty Eights.  Soon he stopped and opened
the gate of a small wrought iron fence surrounding the small front yard of
an older home that bore a striking resemblance to my paternal grand
parents'.  I almost felt familiar with the place already as he ushered me
through and then led us inside.

It was a work in progress, but the restoration was being done with care to
preserve the architectural details of its era.  He was also succeeding in
smartly decorating it with the same approach, but being careful to ensure
that it felt comfortable and not like a museum.

"This is beautiful," I said as he showed me around.

"Thank you," he replied with a smile.

"It must be costing you a fortune, though."

"Not really," he said, "Up until my parents died a short time apart a
couple of years back I was a carpenter.  My inheritance was enough to allow
me to retire early, so I followed nature's call to this part of town and
lucked into this little fixer-upper.  It's been a big job but I've been
able to do it all myself so far.  And what little is left that I still want
to do looks like I'll be able to finish by myself."

"That explains why you're so well built," I said as I ran my hands over his
thick chest and shoulders, my loins tingling at the feel of him.

"Speaking of well built," he sighed as he reciprocated, "Some of the men I
used to work with were big, burly brutes like you and it used to make me
miserable being so close yet unable to touch them.  By the way, it's even
nicer than I imagined.  How about that drink...another whiskey sour?"

"You bet," I replied.

He led me to his den and indicated I should sit on his sofa, then stepped
behind the bar and quickly mixed our drinks.

I sat on the middle cushion so he would have to sit next to me if he didn't
take a different chair.  He brought them over and did just as I'd hoped.
We toasted and then he set his drink down and slipped an arm around my
shoulder as he stroked my beard with his other hand.

"Such a handsome beard...soft...with your strong jaw it reminds me of Steve
Reeves' beard in those old Hercules movies," he said.

I chuckled and patted my belly, "I've been called a lot of things, but
never Steve Reeves."

He slipped his hand underneath mine and began firmly tracing my abdominal
convexity as he said, "He'd look like a 98 pound weakling next to the likes
of you.  I've never seen so much muscle on one man before...that I could
get my hands on anyway.  I can't imagine how strong you must be!  May I
kiss you?"

I draped an arm over his paunch as I said, "Please do."

He took the lead.  Placing both hands on my beard he leaned in and pressed
his lips to mine, the crow's feet of his fatherly face setting off the
twinkle in his ocean blue eyes.

It was a dry kiss at first and felt very tender.  Then I felt his tongue
gently press for entry so I parted my lips and let it in.  He explored my
mouth with it in a way that was not necessarily more satisfying but
decidedly different from the tongue fuckings I had grown accustomed to with
Luther.  I reciprocated and felt his arms go around my neck, hugging me
tighter and tighter as the kiss intensified.

When we came up for air he rested back into the sofa with his eyes locked
on mine.

"Damn!" he sighed, "You've got me hard as a rock!"

I looked down to see an impressive lump in the crotch of his slacks and
boldly laid my hand on it.

"So I have," I said, feeling pleased.

I then took his arm by the wrist and laid his hand on my hardening member.
I leaned back into the couch to give him easier access and he tested my
girth as best he could with it still being clad in my trousers.

He ran his palm over its length and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Wow!
You're big all over!"

I laid a hand over his and pressed down as I lifted my hips to make clear
the effect he was having on me.

"Please don't think me too forward but it's after one o'clock already.
Will you stay the night and share my bed?" he asked.

"What about my car?"

"It'll be fine where it is," he assured me.

I placed my hand behind his head and pressed his face to mine for a
forceful kiss in response.

When I released him he smiled and we began groping each other.  He sighed
and moaned in contentment as he pressed his right hand to the firmness of
my substantial paunch, slowly working it up onto my chest and then on up to
my left shoulder, sinking his fingers into their muscular density at each
stop.

"I've never felt anything like this," he sighed, "What a huge block of man
you are!"

"You feel the same to me," I assured him as I groped and explored his
slightly smaller but equally impressive build, "A lifetime of physical
labor really paid off for you."

We continued freely groping and exploring each other until, by about 1:30,
we had finished our drinks and he led me to his bedroom with our hard-ons
straining against our slacks.

I undid the top button of my shirt and he quickly insisted, "Let me do
that...I've been waiting all night to see what's under there."

I smiled as I dropped my arms to my sides and let him finish the job.  He
pulled my shirttail out and teased himself by slowly unbuttoning the rest
of them, pausing to run his finger down the furrow between my pecs and over
the exposed crest of my belly along the way.

When he'd unbuttoned the last one he peeled my shirt back over my shoulders
and gently ran his hands over the contours of my prominent belly, pecs,
shoulders and finally up over my mounded traps.

"It's all so beautiful...so manly..." he said with no attempt to hide his
excitement, "like those big weightlifters on Wide World of Sports."

"Thank you," I said as I let my shirt fall from my arms onto the floor,
"they're exactly who I look to for inspiration."

He reached up and tested the girth of my upper arms in his big hands, then
ran them over my chest and belly some more and on down to my balls and rock
hard cock.  He immediately went for my belt buckle.

I took him by his wrists and stopped him as I said, "Not so fast...my
turn."

He smiled and lifted his arms a bit for me to free his shirttail.

One by one I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, teasing myself as his masculine
traits slowly revealed themselves to me.  The coarse, silver hair that
covered his head, lower face and forearms covered the thick chest that came
into view just as generously.  I pressed my hand to it and cinched his
coarse fur up between my fingers, letting out a long, low whistle.

He grinned as I continued to reveal his modest but firm and beautifully
rounded belly, covered just as luxuriously as his chest in that stunningly
handsome silver fur.  I undid the last button and helped his shirt to fall
off him.  He looked flattered my reaction as I studied the hour glass
pattern of his body hair over his manly chest and paunch.  It was thick and
evenly distributed without obscuring the large dark brown nipples that had
erected during the process of disrobing him.

My dick was beyond hard as I ran my hands from the bottom of his belly up
onto his chest and took his erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers
to give them a solid tug.  He closed his eyes and sighed.  I let them go
and ran my calloused hands up the smooth sides of his gentle V-taper, then
slid them around his torso to discover the tactile treat of his equally
furry back.

He inched forward and pressed his belly to mine, slipping a hand behind my
head and pressing my face to his for another passionate kiss.  I undid his
belt buckle during the kiss and slipped my hand down his pants.  He sucked
in his belly to accommodate the thickness of my arm so as not to rip out
the hook in the waistband of his slacks.  I found his hard cock and wrapped
my hand around it.

"Mmmmmm," I sighed pulling away from his kiss, "He's big ol' fat boy, isn't
he?"

Everett grinned as I dug down deeper and hefted his impressive balls.

"Nice...very big!" I sighed as I withdrew my hand.

I dropped to my knees and unhooked his pants at the waist, then unzipped
him and peeled down his trousers and boxers till they dropped around his
ankles.  His fat, stubby, uncut cock stood at attention over a pair of
balls that made his sac bulge obscenely as it rested against his thick,
strong looking thighs.  His ample pubic pad and wiry bush hid most of his
length, but the head looked even bigger than mine.  I pressed back on his
pad and revealed nearly five inches of vein ribbed length that was almost
my equal in girth.

He sighed as I kissed his pucker of foreskin and skillfully teased it with
my teeth as I had learned to do from pleasing Luther.  I then proceeded to
lick the impressive orbs that strained against his scrotum, not as big as
Luther's but clearly bigger than mine.

Looking up I saw Everett smiling down on me over the crest of his furry,
perfectly proportional belly and then pressed my face to his densely furred
loins, taking the full length of his thick dick in my mouth and sucking on
it as I basked in his masculine scent.  He placed a hand on the back of my
head and fairly growled as he pressed me to him.

After a few minutes I pulled off him with a loud slurp, then slipped his
loafers and socks off and helped him free his feet from the pile of
clothing bunched up around his ankles.  He was a visually stunning specimen
of a man as I looked up to drink in the sight of him fully exposed.

He helped me to my feet and watched me lick my lips to savor his taste as
he said, "Now...MY turn!"

Everett dropped to his knees and helped me out of my shoes and socks first.
He then unzipped me and unhooked my slacks, letting them fall to my feet as
he studied the hard-on straining in my briefs.  Leaving it sheathed in my
underwear he began teasing it with his teeth, working his way from the base
out to the large spot where my pre-cum had soaked through.  He pressed his
tongue to that and teased my cock head with it.

"Mmmm," he sighed, "salty!"

Leaning back a bit, he gave my big belly one more thorough going over with
both hands before slipping his hands underneath it and hooking his fingers
in the elastic band of my briefs, peeling them down over my thighs and
setting my drooling erection free.  It lewdly bobbed in his face and he
eagerly licked the droplet of pre-cum that had quickly beaded up in my
slit.

"Holy mackerel!" he exclaimed, "This thing must be two of mine!"

He wrapped a hand around it and gently stroked me as he observed, "I've
seen a few this big...but never on a man your size.  On you it looks so
much more...potent!"

He quickly stuffed the head in his mouth and hungrily knobbed me.  I laid a
hand on the back of his head and felt him slowly sink down on me, getting
lost in the wonderful sensation of his warm mouth, until I heard him gag
and felt him reel back.

He pulled my dick from his mouth and grinned up at me with saliva running
down his bearded chin as he beamed, "Every inch a man!"

He then began peppering my balls with boyish kisses, the bristle of his
close-cropped beard making me tingle.  I pressed his face to them and the
base of my hard-on.  Looking down I saw my cock head come into view as it
jutted off to the side from the pressure of his face against it.  He
finished by pressing down on my pad to expose my full length and running
his tongue and lips up and down the sides of my dick.

"This thing's going to hurt in my ass," he said as he admired it.

"Only if you want it to," I said running a hand over his head.

"I do," he said with a blush, "Let's get a quick shower and freshen up."

I turned and bent to prop myself on his king-size bed while I finished
getting my feet out of my clothes as Everett slowly got up.  He reached
under my butt from behind and cupped my balls in his hand.

"I want these completely empty before you get away from here," he sighed.

"Me, too," I replied as I took him in my arms and thrust my tongue in his
mouth again, my hard-on jabbing into his big, warm genitals.

As we kissed I maneuvered my cock head to his and rolled his soft foreskin
up over it to sheath us both.  He let out a deep lusty moan as he replaced
my hand with his and gently rolled his velvety skin up and down over my
corona.  He then stepped back and, when he turned to lead the way to his
bathroom, I caught my first glimpse of the way his back fur fanned up from
his hips to his wide shoulders.

"You're gorgeous!" I had to say.

He turned and stroked his fat, uncut cock as he said, "You, too!"

Once in his bathroom I marveled at the size of his walk-in shower.

"You thought of everything," I said with a smile.

He explored me with his hands some more and smiled as he replied, "Well...I
do like my men big."

He opened the door to it and started the water running, letting it warm up.
He then ushered me in and followed quickly behind.  We freely kissed and
groped as we lathered each other up, slowly savoring each other's contours
and crevices.

After we rinsed he turned the water off, then stepped out and fished two
extra-large, soft bath towels out of his linen closet.  We dried each other
off and he said I should make myself comfortable on his bed while he did
one last job.  I saw him take an enema bottle from his closet, then did as
he said and waited for him to join me.

Soon he walked in and snuggled up next to me on his bed.

Running a hand over my upper body he rested his head on my shoulder and
said, "Hell, I weigh over 245 pounds.  I've never felt this small in the
presence of another man before.  May I ask what slab a of beef the size of
you weighs in at?"

"274 as of three days ago," I said.

"All muscle, belly, cock and balls, too!" he said giving my package a
squeeze, "Hold me, please?"

I rolled over enough to partially pin him under my belly and wrapped my
other arm around him.  With an ease that surprised even me I rolled onto my
back again and hoisted him up on top of me.

He laughed like a kid as he straddled me, sinking back until the length of
my hard-on settled into his butt crack, and said, "Damn, you made that seem
easy!"

"It was," I confirmed as I wrapped an arm around him and pressed him to my
bulk while reaching down to press my dick into his furry crack with my
other hand.

He giggled as he ground his butt against it and said, "I want to suck that
thing, then sit on it and let you take me for a good ride."

"We'll get to that," I said, beginning to get that he wanted me to be in
charge, "Right now I want to enjoy the feel of your cock and balls on my
belly."

I slid my other arm up onto his furry back to take him in a bear hug as he
ground them against me.

"Mmmm, yeah!" I sighed, "Like that...feels good!"

I pulled him up to my face and kissed him again, then let him slide back
down till my cock snuggled back into his crack.  He sighed and laid his
head on my chest, kneading my shoulders.

"Just say when, big man," he cooed.

We lay like that for several more minutes while I savored the feel of him
and then I said, "Whenever you're ready."

He scrambled off me and put some pillows up against his headboard.

"Sit up here where you can see the show I'm planning for you," he said with
a grin.

I scooted over and propped myself up on the pillows as he moved to the foot
of the bed.  Then I spread my legs so he could get between them.

He crawled on his hands and knees till he was in position and then rested
on his elbows with my dick in his face.  He pushed it up into my view from
underneath with a single finger and licked the pre-cum from my slit,
licking his lips with a satisfied smile.

Next he pecked the head with a kiss and licked his lips again, then wrapped
a hand around the base and began noisily thumping my dick on my belly.
With the final thump he pressed it tight against it and waggled it from
side to side a few times, smearing an arc of pre-cum in the belly fuzz
above my navel.

"Look at that!  The head goes up past your belly button!" he exclaimed and
then rose up to lick my pre-cum from it.

Everett then sank back down on his elbows and angled my hard-on at his
mouth.  He opened wide and went down on the head from an angle that caused
his lips to stretch out on my girth, his eyes locked on mine.  My belly
shook as I chuckled at the sight he was making of himself and he reached a
hand up to rub it, careful not to obscure my view.

"Such a pretty sight!" I said as I folded my arms behind my head, causing
his eyes to twinkle.

Slowly but surely he stuffed his mouth on me until his lips reached his
hand.  He then let go and went back down on both elbows so that only his
mouth held my rigid member.  Taking care not to gag himself on me again he
slowly pressed his gullet to my leaking cock head and then began gently
bobbing up and down, sucking just hard enough to make me break out in
chills but not hard enough to bring me to orgasm.

I watched appreciatively as he skillfully worked his mouth over my cock.
At one point his eyes slowly closed and he nursed on it like a baby on his
mother's breast, noisily slurping as he gently tested my hardness with his
teeth.  I heaved a deep, approving sigh and stroked his hair again.  He
moaned in contentment.

He kept that up for a good long time and then I felt him take my balls in
his hands.  I bragged on him for keeping his hands off my dick so I could
watch him sucking it.

He opened his eyes and locked his gaze on me as he began lengthening his
stroke until only the bulbous tip of my cock was between his lips before
sinking back down on me all the way to his gullet, making sure to keep his
lips stretched out on me.  It was difficult not to cum with the show he was
putting on.

Our groans were getting loud as he slowly increased the velocity of his
downward strokes, eventually banging his gullet on the firmness of my cock
head.  I clenched the bed covers in my fists as he fellated my ever
stiffening organ with expert precision.  Time stood still as I watched him,
my eyes glued to the performance he was giving me, until I suddenly
realized that I had no choice but to fill his mouth with my seed.

"Here comes my load!" I panted.

I tensed up and proceeded to feed him a gusher as he madly swallowed to
keep pace with it.  He stayed on it until it was completely spent.

My balls had drawn up tight enough to comfortably fit in one of his hands
and when I was done shooting he pulled off, then leaned down to kiss them
before saying, "What a load!"

"Yeah," I said, "sorry.  I meant to stop you before that happened, but it
felt so good I just got lost in it.  I'll bet if you shove your dick in my
mouth and slap my chin with your balls for a while I can get hard enough
for you sit on me like you wanted."

He grinned and climbed up on me until his butt was resting on the top side
of my belly, then with one hand on his headboard he peeled his skin back
and aimed his fat chew toy at my open mouth with the other.  I relaxed
under him and let him sink down on my face until his belly was pressed to
my forehead and his balls lay against my chin.  He then moved his hand up
onto the headboard with the other one to prop himself up.

He slowly set his hips in motion as he said, "This won't take long as
worked up as you've got me."

I slid my hands up onto his furry belly and thrilled to its firmness as he
humped my mouth, his big furry ball sac so warm and comforting as it
slapped and rolled around on my chin.  I moaned my contentment as he
vigorously took his pleasure in my constant suction.

He grunted and growled as he powered into me.  I slid my hands around to
his furry butt cheeks and sank my fingers into their muscularity.  He
responded by drilling me with greater force.

"Keep sucking!  Keep sucking!" he commanded.

I increased my suction for him, causing him to grow louder as he groaned
and moaned.  I felt my dick lifting up off my hip as he worked his magic.

Before long he let out a sustained growl and I felt his fat cock flex
against my tongue.  I sank my fingers into his meaty ass and pressed him
even more tightly to my face as he flooded my mouth with his manly gift.

Everett pulled his dick out and smiled down at me as he milked one last
glob of cum from his hooded cock head for me to eat.  I took it and licked
my lips, then touched them to the gaping slit in his swollen glans for a
kiss while I savored his taste.

I hefted his fur covered balls in my right hand and gave them an
appreciative squeeze.  They were beginning to relax and spilled over the
heel of my palm.  I scooted down in the bed until I had them at my lips
and, one at a time, I sucked them and thanked him for the delicious
dessert.

"You're welcome," he sighed looking happy, "Your mouth felt great!"

He crawled off me and stared with lust at my straining erection as I
proudly waggled it for him, acknowledging his accomplishment while I
repositioned myself to be sat on.  He then pulled out a tube from his
nightstand.  Squeezing a generous portion in his hand, he then handed it to
me and crawled back onto the bed by my side.

Slathering my dick in the cool gel he said, "Work some into my hole."

I took my first look at what I would soon learn is a staple in every gay
man's life...K-Y Jelly, it read.  I squirted some on my fingers and began
working one, then two, into his exceedingly tight sphincter.  He moaned.

"Jelly, huh...not for eating I assume," I joked.

"We'll see," he said mysteriously.

He straddled me again and lifted his butt using my belly to steady himself
with one hand while he positioned my cock head at his hole with the other.
I could see his full sac swaying over my pubic pad from between his thick
thighs.

"You have such beautiful balls...so big and furry!" I commented as I cupped
them in my hand and hefted them.

"Thank you," he said as he eased down and I felt his hole slip over the
bloated head of my stiff organ.

A deep grunt escaped him as he steadied himself on me with both hands.

"What a head on that dick of yours!" he said with some effort to keep
himself stable, "Feels like a small fist!"

"Take your time," I said, "no hurry."

He started gently bouncing his butt on it, grunting and groaning and taking
a little more each time, then paused again with maybe two-thirds of me in
him.

"How much more?" he asked.

"About what you couldn't fit in your mouth," I told him.

"Okay," he said looking serious.

He set his square, beautifully bearded jaw and sank on down until he felt
my balls on his butt cheeks, loudly grunting as he finished the job.

"Holy hell!" he exclaimed as he reached back and scooped my nuts up against
him, "You've got a hell of a reach there!  Feels like your cock head is
poking my stomach!"

I laughed as I reached down with both hands to pat his cock stuffed butt
cheeks, "Is that good or bad?"

"It's great!" he exclaimed, "Feels like I'm being bred by a prize bull!"

"Good," I sighed and humped up into him a few times.

He arched his back with his forearms planted on my belly as I bounced him
on me.

He threw his head back as he cried, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, FUCK!"

I stopped.  He sat still for a minute and then began squeezing his
sphincter on me.

"So thick," he sighed.

Next he tightened his hole on me again and began jabbing at my belly with
his quickly hardening cock, his big warm balls rolling around on my pad.

"God!  You feel good!" I roared out.

He smiled down at me and squeezed me inside him a few more times before
spying his alarm clock, "Damn!  It's nearly three o'clock, El Toro.  You
ready to breed this old cow?"

"Have at it!" I said.

With that he leaned forward and rested his forearms back on my belly, then
began working his hole up and down nearly my full length.  He began
alternating the clutching of his tightly stretched sphincter between his
upward and downward strokes.  It began to get loud again as we grunted,
groaned and growled in sexual ecstasy.

I reached out and took him by the hips, helping him slide his ass up and
down over the full length of my cock as I thrust my member upward to meet
his down strokes, forcing my cock head as deep up his bowels as I could get
it.  The beautiful man whimpered as I dug into him, but the look on his
handsome face was blissful.  His eyes closed and he gave himself to
me...completely...eagerly.

Soon he needed no help pounding his ass on my rock hard cock and I took his
handsome face in my hands as he sated his lust on me.  I wanted to kiss him
but couldn't bring myself to interrupt the incredible sensations his tight
fitting ass was imparting to me.

I'm sure if we were being overheard by anyone that they thought we were in
pain, and as hard as he was slamming his ass down on me he was no doubt
feeling some.  But he looked as though he couldn't get enough.

Up and down he went, landing his butt on my loins with a thud as he crashed
down onto the base of my cock.  He continued to alternate the clutching of
his sphincter until it felt and sounded exactly like his butt was sucking
my dick.

I began to wonder where his reserve of energy to maintain such strenuous
activity was coming from until eventually I felt myself edging toward the
precipice of impending orgasm.  When I could hold off no longer I roughly
grabbed his hips and slammed him down onto my thick base, my raging hard-on
flexing like mad in him as it spat my load into the depths of his battered
chute.

Everett suddenly yowled as his ass clamped down on my cock one final time
and I felt his belly start sliding against mine on a gooey film of semen
he'd shot just as my orgasm had begun to subside.  He collapsed down onto
my bulk and sank his fingers into my traps.

"Deepest fuck I've ever had!  Your dick even made me cum again!" he gushed.

"You were amazing!" I said as I hugged him to me and kissed the top of his
snow-capped head.

He lifted his butt and I slipped from his hole.  He rolled off me and
angled himself beside me so that I could see my load running down his huge,
sagging scrotum as it bounced out from between his thighs.

He then proceeded to pop my flagging erection into his mouth and sucked the
remainder of my load from it.

"Looks like that jelly's for eating after all," I teased him.

He chuckled as he hungrily tasted himself on me and when he was done I
managed to find a position from which I could lick his balls and ass crack
clean of my deposit.

Afterward I resumed my position on my back and he snuggled up under my arm.
He sighed as he began massaging my belly while nursing on the nipple of my
right pec, vigorously teasing it with his teeth.  I flexed it a few times
causing his head to bounce.

He giggled like a delighted boy and, without even lifting his head from my
nipple, said, "Steve Reeves should be as lucky as me...you're the real
Hercules!"

With that he rolled over and I snuggled up to his back spoon fashion.  We
drifted off to sleep.

At around 11 a.m. I awoke to find Everett nursing on the head of my morning
hard-on.

He pulled my cock head from his mouth and smiled up at me as he said,
"Morning, Herc.  I woke up about ten minutes ago with this thing buried in
my butt crack.  Just wanted to tell him 'thank you'.  Hope you don't mind."

"Not a bit," I said as I pushed his mouth back down onto my dick and began
gently fucking it, "I think he's saying 'you're welcome'.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm", Everett sighed as I worked his mouth on my cock.

"Does it still taste like your ass?" I asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he confirmed as I continued fucking.

"Good...enjoy," I sighed.

"Mmmm-hmmmm!" he sighed.

After a few minutes I pulled my dick out of his mouth and hefted my balls
to his lips as I said, "These are full of cum again and time's on our side
if you'd like to try for a longer ride."

"An offer I can't refuse," he sighed with a smile.

"Then get in doggy position at the edge of the bed," I instructed as I got
up and went for his K-Y.

He quickly obeyed and I got us lubed up for the festivities.  My cock was
rock hard and I pressed the rubbery head to his hole, teasing it as it
instinctively contracted against me in response.

"Throw it at me with everything you've got," he insisted, "I want to feel
how strong you really are!"

"Just remember, you asked for it," I said as I pried his hole open and felt
it slip over my corona.

He sighed and there was a catch in his breath as I slowly sank into him
until my balls snuggled up against his perineum.  He tried pulling forward,
away from my penetration, so I slipped my hands between his belly and
thighs and firmly tucked him back up under my gut against my thighs.  He
whimpered a bit.

"No running away," I told him.

"Sorry," he said.

I let him adjust to me for a minute then slid out all but the head and
slowly fed it back to him balls deep again.  He tensed up.

"Easy, now.  Just relax," I instructed him.

I waited till he loosened up again and then repeated the procedure with
slightly more force.

"Easy!  Easy!" I reminded him when he tensed up on me again.

I did this a few more times until his pained grunts subsided and I sensed
his chute was forming to me.

"Okay, I'm going to try working up a rhythm now...stay with me.  You
ready?" I asked.

"I'm ready, I think," he responded, sounding a little uncertain.

"Be sure," I said, "As good as your chute feels on my dick there's no
backing out once I get going."

He hesitated and then said, "I'm ready...I'm sure."

With that I started slowly but rhythmically feeding my hard-on to his hole
from head to base.  He was noisy but he stayed with it and never hinted
that I should stop.  I picked up the pace a bit.  He got a little louder
but still hung in with me.  I rose onto the balls of my feet to make my
penetrations more straight on and then picked up the pace again.

He was surprised by my force at first but settled into it and quieted down
a bit as I steadily drove into him. After a while he was purring and I
suspected he might be ready to let me cut loose and hammer his butt for
real.  I tested him by picking up the pace one more time, occasionally
pulling all the way out before driving back in.  He whimpered some more at
first but found his bearings soon enough.  I sank back in balls deep and
rested for a minute with my hands in the small of his back.

"Alright, now I'm ready to throw this at you with all I've got," I said
matter-of-factly as I pushed his butt down to get my feet flat on the floor
again and ease the strain on my calves.

"Holy hell!  There's more?" he asked sounding genuinely surprised.

"A lot more," I said, "Give me your wrists.  I'm going to use your arms for
reins."

Without hesitation he held his arms back to me.  I took them in a grasp
that was far short of everything I had but firm enough to let him know that
there was no turning back and there was definitely no pulling away from the
force of my fuck.

I pulled out and rammed back into him using his arms to smack his butt
against my thighs at full penetration.  He yelped, but he didn't
complain...so I did it a few times more.  Soon I was being greeted with
lusty growls so I cut loose and drilled him like that for all I was worth,
feeling my balls draw up as my hardness pounded his bowels into mushy
submission.  He was getting louder and louder but the sound was of a man
having the time of his life so I stayed at him.

My groaning crescendoed to match his as I powered through my first orgasm,
spilling my seed in copious spurts as I kept drilling his tightly clutching
sphincter.  Once I knew I had safely endured that with my erection intact I
set out to demonstrate my endurance and had his ass slapping my thighs like
the ticking of a clock.

His groaning gradually turned into ecstatic moaning as I showed him no
mercy.  I had never fucked anybody with the full physical force I was
capable of before and watching my dick ram this strapping man's furry,
muscular butt I quickly grew to like it.  Having spent as much time as I
had on the business end of Luther I knew full well the thrill he was after
and that he was getting exactly what he wanted from me.

At long last I felt my balls start to tighten up again and knew my second
load would soon be joining the first in his tenderized anal depths.  I
drove in balls deep and held still until I gained control over my impending
orgasm.

I remembered him saying he wanted to know how strong I was so I set his
wrists free and leaned forward, slipping one arm around his waist and the
other around chest and lifting him up.  I then managed to turn around with
him still on my cock and seat us on the edge of his bed.

"Good God!" he exclaimed in amazement.

"Strong enough for you?" I asked.

"Hell yes!" he shot back.

"Alright, then.  I'm on the verge of a second load and if you want it
you're going to have to milk it out of me," I told him.

"I want it!" he confirmed as he braced his hands on my knees and started
bouncing his ass on my dick like a man possessed.

After less than a minute of watching his broad, furry back working and
muscular buttocks in action I had to give it up to him.  I grabbed his hips
and slammed him down onto the base of my cock one last time, spewing my
load up his thoroughly pulverized chute.

When I figured it was entirely spent I lifted his butt off my dick.  I
swelled with pride when I saw that his hole was still wide open and my cum
was freely rolling out of it.  Quickly cupping my hand under him, I caught
it in my palm.

We were wringing wet with sweat as I watched him turn around and spy what I
held up for his inspection in my hand.  Eyeing his awestruck expression I
smeared the catch over my flagging hard-on while he hungrily looked on.

He quickly knelt between my legs and proceeded to suck my dick, massaging
my belly with both hands as I lay back and closed my eyes, my chest heaving
from exhaustion.  My cock head was aching as he vigorously nursed on it but
I couldn't bring myself to interrupt his fervor.

When he was done he kissed my balls and I sat upright with arms akimbo, my
furry belly resting against the insides of my upper thighs.  Still on his
knees he looked up at me and wrapped his thick arms around my protruding
gut, peppering it with kisses.

He then slowly rose to his feet and sat on my knee, folding his arms around
my neck.  I slipped my right arm around his back and turned his face to
mine in my left hand, filling his mouth with my tongue and tasting our fuck
juice in it.  I looked at his clock and saw that nearly forty minutes had
elapsed.

"Was that what you had in mind?" I checked with him.

"No man has ever fucked me like that...tested my endurance like that!" he
proudly confirmed as he nuzzled my beard.

I chuckled as I wrapped my other arm around him, "You alright?"

"Never better," he sighed as he pressed his bearded cheek to mine.

"Good...me too," I said, holding him on my lap and pressing him against me
as I pecked his cheek with a kiss.

"Let's clean up and I'll cook us some breakfast," he said as he slowly
stood and reached back with his right hand to massage his burning hole,
"I'm sure you must've worked up an appetite after that!"

We did as he suggested, not bothering to dress after our shower.  We ate a
leisurely breakfast and capped it off with another long make-out session,
deeply kissing, passionately groping each other's naked body, and sucking
and chewing on each other's nipples.

"I've never been fucked by a man who could lift me before, much less while
keeping my ass stuffed on his dick the way you did," he beamed as he ran
his hands over me.

"I had a feeling you'd like that," I said with a smile as I stroked his
handsome beard.

"You definitely got my attention with it, strongman!" he bragged on me.

As much as I enjoyed his passionate kisses, the cuddling of his big furry
body against me and his boyish fascination with my muscular bulk, by
mid-afternoon I had to leave.

When he opened his front door for me to walk back to my car he said, "I
hope this isn't the last time I'll see you, Terry."

"I'm sure it won't be," I said, pressing his face to mine for a
Luther-style tongue fucking, "but next time you're going to fuck my ass,
too, handsome."

"Anything you say!" he said with a grin as he followed me out onto his
porch and watched me walk away.