Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 14:54:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bull Sessions (episode 2)

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BULL SESSIONS by Boyatt Hart


Episode 2 - Back in Luther's Arms


The next weekend found me back at Luther's house.  We stripped out of our
clothes, took turns in his shower and then piled up next to each other on
his couch to watch some television.

He was clearly eager for some action.  Taking me under his left arm and
squeezing me to him he began roughly digging the fingers of his right hand
into my right pec.  My already hard cock began leaking profusely as he
started tracing its areola with his fingers and then roughly pinching and
tugging at the nipple as it erected.  I sighed and burrowed in against his
comforting bulk.

I placed my left hand on the top his big belly and pressed down on it.  In
expanding circles I ran my hand over its vast expanse until I bumped my
wrist on the hooded head of his dick, by then standing fully at attention
over his bulging scrotum.  My fingers instinctively wrapped around its
hulking girth and I gently massaged the fat head in his velvety foreskin.

"That feels great, sport," he sighed as he hunched his meaty member up into
my grasp.

"It sure does," I confirmed.

The giant's belly shook as he laughed and guided my open mouth onto his
fat, outstretched tongue.  I melted into him as he roughly took charge of
me.  His big hand rode down the contour of my belly and he took my hard-on
in a death grip.

Luther finally allowed my tongue to battle his back into his mouth to give
him a dose of his own medicine.  I felt his dick get even harder in my
hand.  Our tongues wrestled each other back and forth like that for a long
time, both of us getting harder by the minute.

The big man finally released me from our kiss and said, "Been a long time
since lunch.  Let's get in the kitchen and fix up something for those
muscles to grow on."

With our hard-ons leading the way we went to his kitchen.  He was a skilled
cook and I loved assisting him at the craft.  I always learned from the
experience and took the lessons home with me as I strove to fuel my lifting
pursuits.

We had a great time with our dicks, butts and bellies bumping together in
various combinations as we worked, pausing for the occasional kiss.  Once I
saw that everything had at last fallen together I set our places at his
kitchen table and watched as he loaded it up with the fruits of our labors.

"Iron, protein and carbohydrates," he said placing a platter with four
large, steaming chicken fried steaks on the table as I sat down.

"More protein and some starch," he said placing a bowl of gravy down next
to it, then stuck a finger in it and smeared some in the pucker of his
foreskin, "See if it needs anything."

I quickly lapped it from his member and looked up to see him smiling down
on me as I said, "Perfect!"

"Good," he said and then turned to fetch two more bowls.

"Lots more iron," he said putting down a big bowl of steamed spinach
followed by another heaping with fresh mashed potatoes to which he said,
"and lots more starch."

He turned one more time and placed a plate of Texas toast down in what
little space was left, "And a little more starch."

"You covered all the bases," I said eyeing the feast before us.

"Then dig in, sport," he said as he began heaping his plate.

We proceeded to stuff our faces until our bellies were near the point of
bursting.  As usual he finished first and goaded me into making sure I had
done my part to ensure that all the platters and bowls were empty when we
were done.

We sat and chatted a while longer and then, at about 8:20, we stood to
clear the table.  I manned the sink and washed dishes until we had his
kitchen clean of all traces of the massive meal we had consumed.

I bent down to load his skillet, the last item to be washed, back into the
drawer under his oven and felt him give my balls a squeeze.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested.

"Let's do," I said as I stood and pressed my belly to his, giving his
thick, wide shoulders a hard squeeze.

He turned and led the way while I marveled at his wide back and they way
his big haunches rolled to the steady pump of his purposeful stride.  His
head fell back a bit on his shoulders as I followed him and I studied the
way his nape vanished in the deep crease that formed at the base of his
thick neck.

"Let's weigh you," Luther said pointing to his bathroom, "I want to make
sure I'm doing my job."

He followed me to his scales and I stepped on them.  I couldn't see them
for my belly but I heard them max out a couple of times before the dial
slowly came to rest.  Luther stepped up beside me and read them.

"277!" he proudly boomed, landing a stinging swat on my butt as he turned
and walked away, "You're catching up to me, sport.  What is that, twenty
five pounds since we met?"

"Twenty six, actually," I corrected as I stepped off his scale and followed
him out, "but it doesn't really count since we just finished eating enough
to stuff four farm hands.  We won't know my true weight till in the morning
after I've had a chance to pass it."

"Only four?" he asked as he sprawled out on his bed with his tree trunk
thighs spread just enough to let his huge balls sag down nearly onto the
mattress, "Didn't mean to skimp.  We'll eat enough for six in the morning."

He reached down and hooked his thumb on the base of his fat cock, standing
it up as he scooped his balls up in his fingers, forcing them to ride up
his thick shaft and bulge in his tightly stretched scrotum.  He studied my
reaction as he lewdly waggled it all at me, my eyes glued to his lusty
display.

"I don't know about you but I'm ready for some suckin'n'fuckin'," he
bluntly announced.

"Well, if I wasn't before I definitely am now," I responded as I began
stroking my raging hard cock.

I crawled onto the bed beside him, my butt within easy reach, and stuffed
his intimidating member in my mouth.  He sighed as he reached down with his
right hand to run his fingers through my hair while squeezing my balls in
his left.

"I want to suck yours, too," he said, "Get on top and let's sixty-nine for
a while."

I let his dick slip from my mouth and watched it flop around on his
engorged belly as he scooted down in the bed.  Careful not to rest my full
weight on him I maneuvered into position and got my cock in his mouth.
Then I draped my chest over his belly and stuffed the head of his in mine.

"The suckin's, good so far," I said as I pushed myself up to roll my balls
on his face.

"Mmmm-hmmmm," he managed to get out in reply.

I leaned forward and put his fat cock head back in my mouth, slipping my
tongue under his foreskin and sucking like mad as I worked it around and
around the bulky contours of its smooth firmness.  His huge frame vibrated
beneath me as he growled his approval.

The sucking noises were loud and uninhibited as we feasted on each other's
maleness.  The noisier he got the harder I sucked him.  The harder I sucked
him the harder he sucked me.  The harder he sucked me the harder my dick
got and the harder my dick got the noisier he got sucking on it.  The
noisier he sucked me the harder his dick got and the harder his dick got
the noisier I sucked on it.  The sexual electricity flowed through us in a
self-perpetuating loop.

Swirling my tongue around his fat cock head as his salty ooze teemed from
his gaping slit I thought I'd never tasted anything as delicious in my
life.  His balls were drawing up and I knew he was getting close.  So was
I.

I used his belly for leverage and propped myself up enough to sink my cock
head down to his gullet, gently but firmly fucking against it.  He offered
no resistance as I sternly worked the deepest recesses of his mouth on me,
being careful to give him opportunities to catch a breath or two here and
there, until at last I succumbed to a convulsive orgasm.  He groaned in
lust as I backed out just enough for my seed to flood his mouth in six
explosive spurts.  The more I came the more it backed up in him until I
could feel its gooey warmth envelope the entire head and a little more.

I heard his familiar slurp when I pulled my dick from his mouth and
listened as he noisily gulped it all down.

"A-h-h-h-h," he sighed patting his belly, "mighty tasty, sport!"

"Good," I said as I maneuvered down in the bed beside him.

Seeing his wide grin I stuffed my tongue in his mouth to taste me in him.
When I freed him from my kiss I reached down and began gently stroking his
fat cock.

"Now I can properly focus my attention on this thing," I said, "When I saw
your balls drawing up I got the irresistible urge to feel you shoot your
load up my ass."

He gave my dick a squeeze and licked the catch from his palm before saying,
"I'd like that."

I spat in my hand and began slicking my hole up as he folded his thick arms
behind his head and anxiously looked on. His thick pits bounced out,
flanking his large, erect nipples and I thought to myself I'd never seen
such a vision of masculinity.

When I figured I was wet enough I climbed up onto his belly and sank back
until I felt his cock head poke into my right butt cheek, then reached back
and lined him up with my hole.  I bore down on my sphincter and sank back
enough to pop his bulky head through it.  I gasped as it went in.

Next I pressed my palms to his barrel chest and lifted myself enough to
sink down over his impressive reach until I felt his huge balls snuggle up
into the cleft of my cock stuffed ass.  He lifted his head to free his arms
and started running his hands up down my arms, pausing to hook them around
my triceps and give them a squeeze.

"What a mountain of muscle you're turning into!" he beamed as he used my
arms for leverage to lift his hips and inch his punishingly thick member
that much deeper up into my stunned chute.

"O-h-h-h-h-h!" I groaned as I helplessly yielded to the hardness he was
burrowing into me, "How can something that hurts this much feel so good?"

"I don't know...but I always wonder the same thing when you take my ass,"
he said as he began working his cock in and out of me with short but steady
strokes.

Once the shock of his penetration began to subside I started working my ass
up and down on his dick in an opposite motion that maximized the length of
his strokes.  I watched his eyes slowly close and studied his beatific
smile, wreathed by those incredibly masculine, blue-black jowls of his.
The force behind his thrusts kicked up a notch, causing me to whimper as he
slid his hands up my arms and over the contours of my shoulders, finally
digging his thick fingers into my mounded traps.

"Squeeze it!" he instructed me.

I clamped my pucker down on him as hard as I could while he pistoned
through it.

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h, GOD...that feels so good!" he bellowed as I resumed
bouncing my clutching orifice to meet his upward thrusts.

The bed creaked under the strain of our combined weight as we thrashed in
sexual ecstasy and our chorus of moans, groans and growls got loud.  I made
a conscious effort to work through the unavoidable pain required to
accommodate his cock and emulate the alternating clutches of my sphincter
on it that Everett had done on mine.  When I saw the pleasure I was giving
him register on his fatherly face I doubled down with it.

The increased pain I felt as I pulverized my bowels on his bloated erection
was no match for the sense of accomplishment I felt in providing my giant
friend with the electrifying sensations I knew he was enjoying in me.  I
soon lost all concern for my comfort when I saw his burly bulk respond to
me by writhing and thrusting with all its considerable might.

The deep ache of his corpulent member forming the upper reaches of my
transverse colon to its unyielding length and hardness made me feel
strangely safe and secure.  It would have been nothing to endure the
cramping in my hips to know I could stay on his meaty cock and ride it like
that forever.

The vigor of his attack on my hole began to show in the red glow of his
round face as he gritted his teeth and powered into me with every bit of
force his gloriously firm, round 330-plus pounds could unleash.  I could
tell he was getting close to orgasm and firmly held my ground, weathering
his unwavering assault.

The spit lube I had given his bulky member and my hole had long since
vanished, leaving only the anal juice he was wringing from the strained
tissues residing far up my battered chute to do the job.  My pucker burned
like a bonfire as it clung to the nearly seven inches of girth he was
reaming it on, but my pride wouldn't permit me to tap out and leave him
unfinished.

At long last he released my traps from his powerful grasp and moved his
hands to my hips.  He pressed down on them, holding me firmly to his loins,
and I felt his huge cock flex and throb inside me no fewer than six times,
each one forcefully launching a thick streamer of his potent seed deep into
my well-worn chute as he convulsed and growled beneath me.  I reached a
hand back and scooped his balls up, pressing them tightly against my
skewered butt as they unloaded in it.

At the conclusion of his intense orgasm his paw-like hands slipped from my
hips down beside us and his great bulk relaxed back into the comfort of his
mattress.  I fell forward onto him causing my butt to lift until only the
head of his cock remained inside me, drooling the remnants of his copious
load into my clinging anus.  He wrapped his thick arms around me and
pressed me against him as he planted a kiss on my forehead.

"You're something else, sport!" he beamed.

"Thanks," I sighed, squeezing his cock head in my hole as he cradled me in
his arms.

We went silent in the afterglow as we lay like that until his flagging
hard-on finally slipped from my ass.  I felt a big glob of his cum roll
down onto my balls.

"You're leaking out of me already," I said, "It felt so good going in I
hate to lose it this soon, but I'd better get to the bathroom."

I reached back and scooped the seepage onto my fingers, then stuck them in
my mouth to taste him.  As his tart flavor permeated my tongue I reached
back and ran a finger over my badly swollen sphincter, tracing it over the
deep cleft it formed, probably two inches in length.

I heaved a deep sigh of contentment before rolling off him and awkwardly
padding off to his bathroom trying to hold his deposit in.  Once seated on
his toilet I bore down on my hole and heard several noisy plops in the
water beneath me.  His load had been an enormous one and I hated feeling it
leave me.  I sucked my fingers again to savor his taste and then got some
toilet paper to wipe my hole clean of our fuck juice.

I flushed and then got the two wash rags he'd hung out on the towel rack
for us, soaking them under his lavatory faucet.  After wiping my ass clean
with one and pitching it in his tub I went back to his bed to wipe his
still half hard dick clean with the other.  I popped his cock head into my
mouth to suck out the remnants of his load, getting a bit of a thrill from
the faint taste of my ass it still bore, and then started kissing and
sucking on his huge, sagging balls.

"I should be doing that to you after what you just did for me," he rumbled
in a contented half whisper.

"Nah...you deserve this after letting me fuck your mouth as hard as I did,"
I replied.

"No 'letting' to it," he said with a laugh, "When a man the likes of you
stuffs your mouth on his dick till you can't breathe you've really got no
choice but to give him what he's after."

"Luther," I protested, "you're an ex-Marine and you outweigh me by more
than sixty pounds.  Something tells me that if you had wanted me off
you...you could have easily made that happen."

"Okay," he said sounding a bit sheepish, "maybe I like the idea of a man
with your confidence and the size to back it up throwing his weight around
on me...a little."

I grinned as I challenged him, "You were hard as a brick when I was done."

"Okay," he admitted, "...a lot...I liked it a lot."

I laughed and popped his hefty flaccid dick back in my mouth to savor his
taste some more.

"You drive a hard bargain, sport," he chuckled as he placed a hand on the
back of my head and pressed my face to his loins.

I contentedly nursed on it as I enjoyed the phantom sensations it had left
deep in my tenderized chute.  The giant occasionally floated a deep, bass
groan out into the air as I satisfied my infatuation with his ample
endowment.

"You sure suck good," he sighed.

I lifted his balls and pressed them against my cheek in response as I
continued sucking.  In his flaccid state I could fit his entire cock in my
mouth and I relished being able to bury my face in his pad as I feasted on
it.  I let it slip from my mouth as I raised up to admire his substantial
bulk and saw it was a little after ten o'clock.  I decided to crawl up in
the bed beside him and just enjoy his company.

"That was real nice," he said as he rolled onto his side to face me and
started massaging my belly with his right hand.

"So is this," I sighed as I folded my arms behind my head.

He slid his hand up onto my right pec and kneaded it.  Next he began
tracing the circumference of the nipple with his index finger until it
erected and then took the nub between his thumb and index finger.  He gave
it a few hard tugs and then ran his hand up over my convex pit and onto my
bicep.

"Your arms are getting huge," he observed as he rolled his hand into a ham
sized fist and lightly punched it a couple of times, "What did you bench
last night?"

"310."

He let out a low whistle and then asked, "How many?"

"Eight, six and five," I said, "but that last one nearly got me.  Thought I
was a goner there for a minute."

"I know how important being strong is to you...and I'll be the first to
admit that you sure wear it well...but please be careful, sport," he
admonished me, "I'd like to keep you around a while longer."

"You're right," I told him, "Sometimes it takes a close call like that to
make me realize that patience really is a virtue where gains at this level
are concerned.  Especially since it's just me and the bar when I lift.
I'll be more careful, I promise."

He leaned in and took my nipple in his teeth, lightly chewing it as he
nursed on my pec.

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed.

He slid his hand down my belly and filled it with my limp cock and loose
balls.  I began to erect again.

The big man lifted his face from my chest and asked, "Need me to suck it?"

I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair and said, "If it's all the
same with you I'd rather let my balls reload overnight and fuck your ass in
the morning."

"It's yours," he said, rolling onto his broad back and looking content as
he meshed his fingers together on top of his great belly.

"Wish you'd stop using this greasy kid stuff!" I said as I rolled onto my
side facing him and ran my fingers through his chest hair to lose as much
of the residue as I could.

He laughed and laid a hand over mine.

"You were doing some incredible things to my dick in your ass tonight," he
said as he rolled onto his other side with his back to me.

I snuggled up to it and pressed my cock and balls to his meaty butt,
"Thanks.  Your dick was doing some incredible things to my ass, too, big
man."

I slipped my arm under his and wrapped it around his barrel chest as I
traced the deep crease at the nape of his big neck with my tongue,
weathering the taste of his Brylcreem.

Making a quiet spitting noise I said, "Damn greasy kid stuff."

His huge body shook against mine as he chuckled and turned off the bed
lamp, "Goodnight, sport."

"See you in the morning," I replied.

"Can't wait," he said as he reached back and patted my thigh before
settling back against me to drift off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning around 8:30 alone in his king-size bed.  He must
have heard me stir from wherever he was because his huge body filled the
doorway in a matter of seconds.  I pushed the sheet down to my waist and
stretched, causing my morning hard-on to flex a few times under it and
eliciting a wolf's whistle from him.

He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

Reaching a hand under the sheet he gave my wood a rugged squeeze and said,
"What a big, hard dick you've got, Grandma!"

"The better to fuck your big, beautiful butt with, my dear," I responded in
my deepest wolf's growl.

He laughed and gave my balls a squeeze as he said, "It's ready for you,
sport.  Just say when."

"How about some coffee first...I need to wake up," I suggested as I threw
the sheet off between us.

"Got that ready, too," he said as he let go of my balls and began gently
stroking my cock.

"Thanks," I said as I succumbed to another big stretch.

He ran his hand over my belly and then explored the rest of my torso with
it, firmly groping the various mounds of muscle that snapped to attention.
When I was done we both stood up and straightened the sheet on his bed.

Once more my arms went up in a 'double biceps' as I had to stretch one last
time, my hard-on straining beneath my protruding gut.  In his
characteristic 'arms akimbo' pose, he ogled my display as his hooded cock
began to swell and lift up from the huge, bulging scrotum upon which it had
been resting.  As we headed for the door I laughed and grabbed hold of his
stiffening dick.

"Show-off!" I said in mock accusation.

"If you'd seen what I just saw..." he replied as he followed me down the
hall to his kitchen.

When we got there I saw that he already had his coffee so I grabbed a big
mug and poured it about two-thirds full, then joined him at his table.  I
leaned back to take a big swig and he watched my belly button disappear
behind the head of my rock hard cock as I scratched my balls.

"You sure give a man a hell of a show there first thing of a morning,
sport," he said with a smile, rolling his ample foreskin up and down over
the head of his fully erected member.

"You, too," I confirmed as I admired him in return.

Completely at ease in our nudity, conversation moved on to other topics as
I finished waking up.  Even our waggling hard-ons became simply part of the
scenery as we occasionally moved around for refills and to fetch this or
that.

When I finished my third mug I walked over and placed it on his counter by
the sink.  My pubic pad suddenly developed a fierce itch and I reached down
to scratch it.

He watched my hard-on bobbing around under my belly as I asked, "Ready for
that assfuck, big man?"

Luther's ponderous bulk rose up and he strode over to me, then sank his
fingers into my traps.

Pressing our bellies together until our cock heads glanced off each other
he joked, "What a hopeless romantic."

"Learned it from you," I said landing a playful punch to his big chest, "I
need to get rid of some coffee first, though."

"Me, too.  Let's just use the tub.  Otherwise these hard-ons will have us
scrubbing down the bathroom walls," he said as he turned and led the way.

I followed him into his bathroom and took my place to his left.  He angled
the shower head toward the tile and then bent down to start a gentle spray
from it.  When he stood back up we pushed our hips forward and laughed as
we struggled to get our halting streams to finally arc out freely into the
spray of the shower.  I finished first and decided to stay put to watch the
master at work as he forced out the last few squirts then grabbed the base
of his hulking dick and shook the last few drops from his gaping slit.  He
looked so incredibly handsome I almost felt like applauding.

He dampened a wash rag and wiped his cock head clean with it, then handed
it to me to do the same.

As we walked back into his bedroom he asked, "How do you want me?"

"On your belly," I said, "I like to see my dick in your hole and I like to
see my load run down on your balls."

"You got it," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Let me slick it
up."

He leaned forward with his mouth open and put his hands on my hips as I
stepped in and pushed my dick head back against his gullet.  I put both
hands on the back of his head and held him firmly until I felt him start to
struggle for air.  I let him up long enough to get a couple of breaths then
pushed him back down on me.

He was being careful not to apply any suction on me as I pressed into him
and I could tell his inability to swallow was resulting in a heavy coating
of spittle.  He struggled against my grasp again and I let him up for more
air.

I pressed him down on me a third time for good measure and soon felt
rivulets of his saliva running down the exposed portion of my shaft onto my
balls.  I released his head and he pulled off me.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"That should do the trick," he said after inspecting me and then assumed
the position I had requested.

My dick was raging hard as I studied the magnificent display before me, his
enormous balls swaying below the pucker peeking out from between his big
round haunches.  I lifted his balls and kissed them before spreading his
ass cheeks wide and spitting on his hole a few times.  I massaged it to get
the outer surface good and slick and then spat on my fingers to work them
through his tight ring; first one, then spat on them again and used two,
then spat yet again and managed to work a third in as well.

When I pulled them out I saw what I was looking for.  His pucker was
beginning to pooch out at me and looked ready for penetration.  I lifted my
glistening hard-on up and pressed the head to it.  He sighed at first and
then bore down on his hole for what he knew was coming.  I pressed for
entry and heard the familiar catch in his breath as I popped through its
stunning tightness.  I looked down and relished the sight of my cock
sticking out of his hole and vanishing beneath my belly.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Fire away, sport," he said as I gazed down on the broad back spreading out
before me.

It never failed to warm my heart at seeing the massive man willingly assume
that most submissive of postures before me.  I began gently rocking my
hips, eliciting pained grunts from deep within him as I gradually worked my
full length up his chute and felt my balls press firmly against his warm
perineum.

I slowly pulled out to my corona and sank back into him.  He reflexively
clutched my member in his resistant sphincter.

Gently patting his right butt cheek I said, "Easy...easy, big man...I want
this to last a while."

"I'm trying, but you do take some getting used to," he assured me, "Hold
still for a minute and let me catch up."

"Say when," I replied, granting the request and waiting for his go ahead.

"Okay," he said after a minute or two.

I pulled out to the head and sank back into him again.  He flinched a bit
but succeeded in bearing down on his hole to keep its clutching at bay.

"That's it," I encouraged him, "Here goes."

I slowly worked up to a leisurely rhythm, enjoying all of the incredibly
satisfying sensations of his tight chute while respecting his comfort
level.  I felt proud when I saw the giant fold his arms in front of him and
then rest his head on them so that I could see the contentment in his
facial expression.  He sighed and half closed his eyes as he began rocking
back to meet me.

"O-h-h-h-h-h-h...feels...so...good!" he half moaned and half panted.

"You, too," I assured him after pressing my loins to him and coming to
rest, "Your chute feels good and formed to me now.  You ready for me to
step it up a little?"

"Ready," he consented.

I pulled all the way out of him and dove back in balls deep, my full
penetration meeting almost no resistance.  Again he flinched and his head
reared back, but without his ring clamping down on me.  I did it several
more times until he was able to take it with his head resting back down on
his arms again.  I hooked my hands on his hips and began pulling him back
to me as I powered into him.  He moaned loudly but managed to maintain
control over his hole.

I stepped up the rhythm again until a slight slap could be heard as he met
my thighs.  Before long he was rocking back to meet my thrusts again and
the slapping noise began to compete with our lusty moans.  His chute felt
so soft gliding over my slick cock that I had to fight the urge to throw it
at him with all my might as I'd done the weekend before.

The next thing I knew he was using his hole on my dick exactly as I had
done for him.  My balls began to tighten and that familiar tingle began
roiling in my loins.  I looked at the clock and saw that not even ten
minutes had elapsed since first penetrating him.  If I wanted it to last
much longer I was going to have to fuck my way through my inevitable orgasm
the way I had with Everett.

I began to concentrate on keeping my erector muscle relaxed as I slid
through the alternating contractions of his sphincter.  He lifted his head
and stared straight ahead, cinching up the bed covers in his huge fists as
he focused his concentration on his newfound talent.

I knew my load would be escaping any moment and recovered my physical
memory from Everett's power fucking in the nick of time.  I simply stopped
worrying and just let it roll out of me on its own terms without disrupting
my rhythm for it.

As had happened the week before, I felt my hard-on begin to lose some of
its tensile strength in the immediate aftermath.  However, Luther's
skillful control over his contractions revived it no time and I was soon
hard enough again to take my huge friend on the ride of his life.

My rock hard cock was sliding through his stunned hole like a hot knife
through butter and when I looked down I saw why.  My cum had completely
coated it and my repeated penetrations had blended it with his ass juice to
form some kind of super-slick lubricant.

His sphincter eventually gave up the rewarding contractions and his head
slowly went back down on his arms, complete with his radiantly contented
facial expression.  Even his moaning quieted a bit as I braced myself on
his hips and gave him exactly the kind of fucking that I knew he loved;
deep, firm, forceful thrusts delivered at a forgiving pace.

For fifteen minutes without stopping I reamed his chute on the hardest
hard-on I could ever remember achieving.  He delightedly settled into it,
not simply taking it but moaning in a manner that suggested the behemoth
was happy to take as much as I could give him.

The burly giant sighed as he resumed alternating his clenching on my cock.
His chute welcomed my thrusts and enveloped my hard-on in its warm, moist,
velvet-like depths as I slowly ramped my fervor up on him enough to cause
him to tense up a bit.  Once he adjusted to me, however, he relaxed and
began pushing back to meet me again while grunting and growling like a man
in the throes of sexual bliss.

I heaped praise on him for his endurance and skill as I drilled into him,
pausing to roll my balls on him every so often at full insertion.  He
responded by squeezing my dick and grinding his butt against my thighs as
our lusty moans filled the air.

A quick glance at his clock revealed that I had been stuffing him on my
cock for nearly twenty minutes and he showed no sign of tiring.  I leaned
forward and began running my hands over his broad, densely muscled back as
I started pressing even harder for the deepest penetration I could manage
in that position.  Still his head stayed on his arms and he continued to
beam that satisfied smile.

I looked down to watch my dick ream his hole and felt incredibly powerful
when I saw it skewering him.  The sight quickly brought that familiar
tingle to my loins again and caused my balls start drawing up, so I pulled
out.

"Stay put...there's more.  Bring your knees together for me," I said as I
cautiously got to my feet and straddled his beefy butt.

I saw that his hole was gaping a little and aimed my hard-on at it, then
let gravity pull me crashing down on his butt for the grand finale.  My
cock sank back into him with such force that I saw the cheeks of his face
billow out as though I had knocked the breath out of him.  But not a peep
of protest escaped his lips.

"Sorry," I panted as I rested on him, "got carried away."

"I'm fine," he assured me.

Bracing the heels of my hands on his hips once more I resumed working his
butt over till the impact of my balls against it nearly hurt.  He spent the
next five minutes with his head thrown back and the sheets cinched up in
his enormous fists again, but still no word of protest.

I'm sure he was beginning to think he would spend the rest of his life with
my dick effortlessly gliding through the tight grip of his overwhelmed
hole, but at long last I gratefully gave in to my orgasm and clenched my
erector for this one hard enough to erupt with the force of both of my
ejaculations combined.  I sank down into him for my orgasmic feast and
thrilled to my cock flexing and throbbing deep inside his well-worn chute
as I roared out in ecstasy.  His only reaction was to moan at equal volume
and milk me with a barrage of contractions.

When it subsided I rose up off him and watched his vanquished pucker slowly
wake up and close in those same three or four herky-jerky steps I'd seen
with Damian's.

"Damn, sport!" my handsome behemoth fairly cooed, still on his knees and
smiling.

I signaled him to spread his legs apart with my foot and dropped to my
knees between them, then lifted his balls up to kiss them.  To my surprise
Luther was sporting the hard-on to end all hard-ons.  I gently stroked it
as I sucked each of the huge orbs that spilled over the heel my palm down
onto my wrist.

Next I pried his butt cheeks apart to thoroughly inspect his hole.  It was
as crimson in color as it could get without looking purple and formed a
deep trough that glistened in our mixture of cum and ass juice.  I knew it
had to be on fire so I spat in my hand and gently massaged it for him.  He
sighed his relief.

I felt he deserved some kind of sacrifice from me, so without having to
think twice I stuck out my tongue and slowly teased the tip of it up and
down the length of the cleft that was his burning sphincter.  His deeply
satisfied moans spurred me on until I was sure he felt adequately rewarded.
I crawled up beside him, still on his knees, and collapsed onto my side
facing him.  His head went back down on his arms facing me and a huge grin
broke out on his round face.

"You're something else," he said, looking proud.

"You, too, big man...you, too," I assured him as I stroked his back.

"I need to go empty my ass of all that cum, but I'm not sure I can
walk...you might have to carry me," he joked.

I laughed, "That's a mighty tall order.  I don't think I can deliver on
that one...yet."

"I'll bet you will someday," he said as he backed off the bed ass first,
his raging boner wagging under his belly, then turned and waddled to the
bathroom with one hand jammed between his huge haunches to keep from
spilling anything on the way.

I'd never seen him look so cute.  I waited till I heard him flush then
joined him so I could piss.

"You didn't have to do that, you know," he said, digging in his butt crack
with a wet wash rag.

"Do what?" I asked as my stream reached full force, afraid that maybe he
was more upset with me than I'd suspected.

"Lick my asshole," he said, grinning over his shoulder at me.

"Oh, that...I know," I said, keeping my eye on my stream until I'd squeezed
out the final spurt and shook off the last drops under his watchful gaze,
"I just wanted to."

"It did feel great," he beamed, flashing that incredibly disarming smile of
his, "but no kisses till you've brushed your teeth...AND your tongue!  See
if I'm clean enough to work in the kitchen, will you."

He bent at the waist as I squatted behind him and pried his butt cheeks
apart.  His pucker still looked pretty beaten up.

"Clean as a whistle," I confirmed as I sank my face in his crack and ran
the tip of my tongue over it again.

"Stop that!" he said with a laugh and scooted my glass and toothbrush to
the edge of the vanity for me on his way out.

I washed my hands and then got another wash rag out to wipe my face, cock
and balls clean.  I then spot cleaned a few other areas I suspected might
bear the odor of our ass sex and proceeded to brush as thoroughly as he'd
instructed me to.  After one final inspection I left for the kitchen to
join him.

Luther was flaccid by the time I got there and busy prepping the kitchen
for the feast he had in mind.

"I know you must be hungry after a work out like that," he said, still
glowing from the marathon fuck I'd given him, "breakfast for six coming up,
as promised.  Grab the milk out of the fridge, if you don't mind."

We sprung into action with him directing as usual and, before long, sat
down to a breakfast that could've easily fed six farm hands just as he had
indeed promised the night before.

"That should grow some muscle!" he declared when we finished, patting his
huge belly with both hands.

"Yes, sir!" I confirmed.

"Let's clean this mess up and stretch out in the bed a while longer," he
suggested.

We tackled the job and were soon lying side by side on his bed once more.
I reached over and lifted his flaccid cock off his balls, gently squeezing
as I slowly stroked it.

"Nice," he sighed.

"Would you like some head?" I asked.

"Sounds great," he replied.

I repositioned myself so that I was leaning across his thighs.  He dragged
my pillow over on top of his to prop himself up enough to enjoy the show as
I began teasing his foreskin with my teeth and tongue.

"Never had anybody work my hood like you, sport," he bragged as his meat
began throbbing to life.

I quickly popped it in my mouth to the root before it outsized me, roughly
pressing my chin into his sagging ball sac, then slowly pulled off giving
it a long, loud slurp and licked my lips under his intense gaze.  He
giggled as we watched his massive member bob and throb so I ran a hand up
onto his belly to feel it shake, my eyes locked on his.  He smiled and sank
the fingers of his right hand into my hair as he rested his left on my
thigh and gently patted it.

It made me unbelievably happy to worship him in this way and I quickly
gobbled the swelling mass of flesh back into my mouth.  His warm smile and
burly bulk made me feel safe as his hulking member overflowed my oral
cavity.

I had become skilled at applying exactly the amount of suction he enjoyed
and the look on his face told me I was right on target.  His manly flavor
was delicious as I probed my orifice on his increasingly stiff condition
and his huge chest swelled as his eyes closed.

I opened my mouth wide and sank down on as much of his dick as I could fit
in it and worked my gullet against his incredibly fat cock head.  He laid a
huge hand on the back of my head and forced me down on it until I couldn't
suppress my gag reflex any longer and came reeling up off him.

"Oops...sorry," he grinned as his then fully erected organ filled my hand
and loomed up in my face.

To let him know that no apology was necessary I smiled and peeled his
beautiful skin back, pecking his gaping slit with a kiss.

"You're the best, sport," he sighed as he guided my mouth back onto him.

His skin still peeled back off his meaty head, I proceeded to knob him as
fiercely and noisily as I could.  His glans swelled impossibly large in my
mouth and became as hard as a lump of vulcanized rubber as I sucked it with
all my might.  He tensed up under the strain.

I scooted up as I labored on him until I was able to bump my forehead
against his big, firm belly.  That fueled my lust even more and I unleashed
the full force of my upper body strength on him.

After several minutes of my unbridled assault on his rugged member he
groaned deeply and loudly as he took my head in both of his enormous hands,
trying in vain to still me.  I finally relented and rested back on his huge
thighs to give him an unobstructed view as I affectionately nipped at his
huge knob with my teeth while teasing his drooling slit with the tip of my
tongue.  His great belly shook as he laughed at my uninhibited display.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I sighed as his salty ooze permeated my taste buds.

"I love watching you chew on my dick head," he beamed as he took in my
show, "and that tongue action in my spout feels great!"

I stared into his eyes as I doubled down on him, proud to earn such high
praise from the most magnificent specimen of a man I'd ever known.

"What a big, handsome man!" he purred as he studied me.

His big balls were pinned to his thighs by my left pec and I thrilled to
the feel of them as I completely gave myself to his pleasure.

"Go ahead...bite him, sport...he can take it!" the behemoth urged me.

I loved it when he personified his hulking tool like that and boldly did
his bidding.

"O-h-h-h-h-h!" he sang out with his eyes glued to my performance, "That's
it!  That's it!  Beautiful!"

I let my actions speak for me as I celebrated the essence of his very
being.  When the giant could stand it no longer he instinctively reached
down and pressed my gullet to his substantial and very sore cock head
again, in search of respite from the attacks of my teeth.

Suspecting that was coming, I thought to take a deep breath on my way down
and let him cut off my air until he'd found the relief he sought.  He
released me in the nick of time and I reeled up off him to draw a huge
noisy breath.

I kissed his balls and then licked up the length of the big vein that
bulged from the underside of his cock.  I lightly nipped at his frenulum
and there was a catch in his breath.

Popping his cock back in my mouth, I proceeded to give him about ten
minutes of leisurely, playful sucking.  I deliberately used my hands only
to depress his pad for his viewing pleasure, but every so often I couldn't
resist pulling his hood up over his cock head and stuffing my tongue down
in it to do the swirls he loved so much.  He folded his big arms behind his
head to watch, the smile on his fatherly face radiating warmth and
kindness.

I closed my eyes in perfect contentment, savoring the taste of his meaty
organ as I sucked on it and listening to his deep sighs of satisfaction.
Time meant nothing.  I could have stayed on him like that for the rest of
the day and been totally happy...except for my determination to eventually
get his load.

For that I felt no rush, however.  Providing him pleasure was my primary
concern.  I knew that when the time was right my desire and his pleasure
would come together in an explosive climax.

I opened wide and sank back down onto his cock head till I couldn't breathe
and then wrapped my lips tightly around it, rapidly bouncing my head on it
as I tenderly sucked him.  When my neck began to ache until I could do it
no more I pulled off.  He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at me
over the crest of that huge, perfect belly, his vein studded member crimson
in its maximal hardness as I gently thumped it against my outstretched
tongue.

"O-h-h-h-h, y-e-a-h!" he sighed as he watched.

I peeked at his clock and saw I had been on his drooling member for nearly
twenty five minutes.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, big man," I teased him.

"Prove it," he urged me in a lusty growl.

I opened wide again and began slowly stuffing my mouth on him in long
strokes that fully exposed the impressive length of his cock at the top of
each one.  His expression became intense as he struggled to keep his eyes
open and glued to what was playing out before him.

My lips tightened around his substantial girth on each up stroke to produce
loud sucking noises and a sort of pop as the head left their firm grasp.
His breathing began to pick up as he studied me.

Gradually I increased the rate and force of my attack.  His eyes got bigger
and his expression even more intense.

My neck and shoulders ached but my determination to get his load took over.
The noise of my throat as I pounded my gullet against his fat cock head at
the bottom of each down stroke got as loud as the sucking and popping at
the top of my up strokes.  Occasionally I gagged myself on him but I
refused to let it interrupt my rhythm.

He tensed up underneath me and fought mightily to maintain control over his
muscle, keeping me on task.  I refused to take no for an answer and kept
ramping up on him, in an all out tug of war with his huge balls for the
reward of his creamy seed.  His salty pre-cum was coating my tongue as I
furiously labored on him and it spurred me on to greater heights.

"N-n-n-g-g-g-u-h-h!!!" he grunted as his fat dick spat its first volley in
my face at the top of my final up stroke.

I quickly dove down on it as far as I could and thrilled as his big vein
flexed and throbbed against my tongue eight more times.  His copious spurts
quickly filled my cock stuffed mouth to the point that his delicious load
began to leak from the tight suction of my lips on his thick shaft.

The giant's velvety bass voice sounded out his blissful orgasm in a
staccato sequence of grunts and roars peppered with the occasional
"O-H-H-H!  FUCK!".  I had won and his balls gave up the fight, flooding my
mouth with his gift.

Luther finally relaxed back into the pillows behind him and let the
remnants of his load roll out of his slit into the moist warmth of my
mouth.  He laughed as his eyes opened and he caught his first glimpse of my
cum streaked face still suckling his corpulent member.

Letting it fall from my lips onto his lap, I raised up with open mouth and
proudly displayed my tongue swimming in his impressive deposit for him to
admire.  He swelled with pride as he watched me gulp it down into my belly
for safe keeping.

I climbed onto his lap and tightly squeezed our hard pricks together, then
fell forward onto his powerful bulk and let him cradle me in his strong
arms.  I felt small.

"Best blow job ever, sport," the big man sighed as he squeezed me against
him, "You've really put on an ass fucking/cock sucking clinic this
morning!"

With that he forcefully bucked me off to his side and then quickly got on
top of me, pinning my arms above my head and swooping down to lick my face
clean and swab my mouth with his fat tongue.  I sucked it like a dick as he
pulled it out.

"I love tasting my cum in you!" he beamed down at me.

"Any time, big man," I assured him with a contented smile.

He rolled off to my side, his big softening cock resting on my thigh still
as it continued to leak.  I laid my hand on it and gently smeared the
seepage over his cock head with my thumb.

"All my life I dreamed of it...thinking I would never find a man like you
to do this with...all muscle and belly!" he said in admiration as he roamed
my mounded torso with his right hand.

"Same here," I said, laying my hand on his as he traced my contours.

He rolled onto his back looking completely sated and said, "I'm exhausted.
Let's get a short nap and then hit the pool for a while."

"Anything you say, Luther," I replied as he rolled onto his side with his
back to me.

I rolled onto my side and nestled my belly into the small of his back,
pressing my limp cock and sagging balls against his big butt.

"Mmmmmm," he sighed.

"Get some rest," I said, "We've got the rest of today and tomorrow to
go...you'll need it."

He shook against me as he chuckled and before long he lulled me to sleep as
well with his soft, rhythmic snoring floating on the air around us.