Date: Tue, 1 May 2001 03:26:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 1)

This is a story of the worshipful love of two boys for their intensely
masculine 'muscle chub' dads.  All theusual disclaimers apply.  I hope
enjoy it and please respect my ownership of this tale.  If you do enjoy
this story feel free to send comments to <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>.

--WMC

			       BULL DADDIES
				  -by WMC

	My cousin Eddy and I were excited almost beyond containment as we
sat in the back of my dad's Jeep.  Our dads have always been very close, so
our families always naturally seemed sort of like one, only with two dads,
two moms and two nearby houses.  In that respect we had always been more
like brothers than cousins and just as close as Dad and Uncle Phil.  Even
our dads' parents lived within walking distance of our houses.  All our
lives we had enjoyed family retreats at a big, wonderful cabin that our
dads and granddad built years before we were born...way out in the woods,
miles and miles from anything you could call civilization.  It was
certainly big enough to comfortably house all three households, but was so
remote and rustic that it made for a very rugged outing.

	You're probably still wondering what had Eddy and I so excited.
That requires some brief background information.  In addition to our family
outings, our dads and granddad also used it for occasional get-aways,
working holidays really, that excluded the rest of our families.  Eddie and
I were always crushed on these occasions.  They would calmly explain to us,
"I'm afraid this trip is just for the men because we've got a lot of work
to do.  But someday you two will be old enough to pitch in and help us
whenever you want.  Ok, sports?"  We always relented, but were rarely
consoled in our stinging realization that they did not yet consider us men.

	Well, on this warm summer day, `someday' had come at last.and not a
minute too soon for us!  They planned to finish up a recent improvement
project and, since Granddad was unable to join them, they ceremoniously
enlisted us as assistants, officially proclaiming us 'men' at the ripe old
age of 10 and asking for our help.  We couldn't believe our ears!  In
previous weeks they had dug a well and piped water into the house.  On this
trip they were going to convert one of the smaller rooms into a large
shower, and they actually said they needed us to help with the job!

	We sat behind them in the Jeep looking out over their wide,
powerful shoulders as we noisily rode along, enjoying the view and admiring
the thick slabs of muscle that rose up their backs and seemed to swallow
their bull necks.  We were overjoyed and each felt terribly important at
the thought these huge, burly men finally accepted us as one of them!

	Neither Eddy nor I had ever felt any need to hide our fascination
with our dads' hulking, portly physiques.  Partly because they never acted
as though they felt any need for modesty around us and, in fact, even
seemed to enjoy the attention we paid them.  We were completely smitten
and, off to ourselves, would even get into heated arguments over which of
them sported the bigger dick and balls.  No speculation was needed, really,
as we had seen them both naked around our houses on countless occasions.
But, at the end of all the arguments, the only thing we could manage to
agree on was that they were both enormous compared with every other set of
adult male genitals we had ever seen, and that was a great point of pride
for us.

	When we finally arrived at the cabin we all pitched in and unloaded
our supplies.  Then Dad and Uncle Phil fired up the big Coleman stove and
cooked our supper.  Meals with these men were never skimpy affairs.  Food
in our homes was always plentiful, high in nutrition and caloric content
and designed to fuel the men's vast muscular bulk.  Everyone in our family,
including the women, showed the effects of this.

	In fact, Eddy and I found it difficult to fit in at school because
of our overdeveloped size and strength.  This was another reason for the
brotherly bond between us, which our dads proudly approved of and strongly
encouraged.  We were further separated from our classmates by our total
respect and admiration for our dads and the male-dominant structure they
imposed on our families.  Simply put, the men ran the show...no questions
asked!

	After supper, our dads took us on a hike over the rugged terrain
surrounding the cabin for the purpose of winding us down from our
hyper-excited state.  The setting sun shone on their bulging muscles and
streaked their rotund, shirtless torsos with the most tantalizing shadows.
The constant up and down trail beautifully showcased the spectacular
development in their legs.  Vast thighs the size of most men's waists
filled what should have been baggy leggings of walking shorts that drew up
snugly around their bulky genitals because of the pronounced muscularity of
their broad butts.  Above the waistbands, which briefly vanished in front
under their firm abdominal girth, their hairy backs fanned out to meet
their monstrously wide shoulders.  Below their knees were enormous calf
muscles that knotted up into striated mounds as big as volleyballs.

	We especially loved to watch their profiles when we stopped on
these hikes for one or the other of them to piss.  Deliciously big, round,
muscular looking pecs capped by huge brown nipples rolled off to the sides
of hard, globe like bellies that proudly jutted out over their prize
winning penises.  We envied the way their piss shot forth from their bulky
members in thick streams that made us think of garden hoses.  This day they
gave us the biggest thrill of all when they had a pissing contest and asked
us to be the judges.  We were mesmerized by the sight of the two of them
standing shoulder to shoulder as wide as three average men abreast, their
fat dicks encircled by their thick, paw-like hands, huge muscles randomly
flexing, grunting like wild animals as they dug down deep inside to exert
the greatest possible force on their full bladders.

	We returned from the hike worn out but still feeling a little
rowdy.  After an hour or so of wrestling around with each other and our
dads, they sent us off to bed.  Eddy and I always shared one bed when we
slept over with each other.  Our dads had always put their stamp of
approval on this and, as far as they were concerned, the multiple bedrooms
available to us at our cabin were no reason to break with this tradition.
We stripped naked in front of them and they tucked us in before heading off
to bed themselves.

	As was Eddy's and my custom, when they were gone from our room we
drew close together under the covers and excitedly recounted the events of
the day, proudly gushing over our dads and the excitement of being included
on our first "just for the men" outing with them.  We flexed our biceps for
each other to feel and talked about how big and strong we were destined to
be when we grew up.  We tried to imagine our bodies covered in hair and
discussed what we would look like with dicks and balls the size of theirs.
We became erect as the subject of how big their hard-ons must be inevitably
came up and we proudly threw the covers back to compare ours.  As the
discussion reached a fever pitch we freely grabbed, squeezed and tugged at
each other's dick.  Eventually we shuddered in orgasm, trying to stifle our
grunts and groans of pleasure, and soon drifted off.

	Sometime later I woke up needing to piss.  I grabbed the flashlight
and headed downstairs to go outside when I heard Dad's and Uncle Phil's
deep voices engaged in jolly conversation.  Their door was slightly opened
and there was light escaping from it, so I quietly slipped into their room
and was quickly frozen in my tracks by what I saw.  There they were, much
like Eddy and I had been earlier, propped up naked in bed next to each
other, but with these staggeringly huge hard-ons riding high up their fur
covered bellies. Each had a thick, muscular arm draped over the other's
firm, round gut and was slowly stroking his inconceivably large meat for
him.  I stared in amazement at their huge balls lazily rolling in low
hanging sacs that rested on the mattress beneath their spread thighs.  My
dick, miniscule in comparison to the lumbering tubes of rigid flesh before
me, sprang up fully and uncontrollably erect!

 	"Oh, hey there, Chris!" my dad said as a broad smile crossed his
handsome, beard stubbled face.  Completely unfazed by my interruption they
continued fondling each other's hard-on, "Did we wake you up?"

	"N-n-no, sir," I stammered, intrigued by the show they were giving
me, "I was going outside to pee when I heard y'all talking so I came in to
find out what time it is."

	"Well, let's see...pardon me, brother," he said as he released
Uncle Phil's incredibly fat dick, causing it to strike his hard belly with
a loud slap, and checked his watch. "It's about 20 minutes after midnight,"
Dad said as he returned his enormous hand to Uncle Phil's wrist-thick, vein
ribbed boner and resumed stroking it.

 	Uncle Phil smiled at Dad and said, "Damn, Rick!  Look at the size
of that rock hard dick your son's pointing at us!  HE's a man, alright!"  I
beamed with pride as he held his arm up, making room for me beside him, and
asked, "Want to hop up here and join us?"

	He didn't have to ask me twice and I bounded up onto the bed,
snuggling up under his densely muscled arm and against his furry bulk, to
enjoy the show.  Dad aimed Uncle Phil's dick at my face and started running
his hand over the bulging knob, playfully spreading the already gaping slit
so wide it looked like I could get a finger in it.

	"So what do you think about this, son?" he asked with a shameless
chuckle, "A couple of grown men still playing snatch and grab with their
big ol' peters like a couple of kids!"

	"W-a-y C-O-O-L!" I exclaimed, in awe of their massive erections and
dying to get my hands on one of them, "Me and Eddie play like this, too,
but we don't look anything like THAT!  You guys must have the biggest dicks
in the world!"

	Their bellies shook with laughter as Uncle Phil looked at my dad
and said, "Wait till he gets a gander at Dad's!"

	My eyes went big as moon pies, "Granddad?  Bigger than y'all?  No
WAY!"

	"WAY!" said my dad, affectionately mocking my slang.

	"How about scratching under my nuts, Rick?" Uncle Phil asked my dad
as he hugged me tighter up against him. Dad let go of Uncle Phil's dick,
letting it slap his gut again, and his hand almost disappeared under the
sagging ball sac below. As he gently scratched Phil's bag, the huge nuts
inside it rolled around on the heel of his wide palm then slightly off to
each side of his hairy wrist.

	"Oh-h-h!  That feels good!  Keep it up for a while," Uncle Phil
sighed in a breathy, husky voice I'd never heard from him before.  He laid
his head back, emphasizing his pronounced jaw line, and a peaceful
expression settled on his broad, handsome face as he continued, "Yup, ol'
Granddad's got a whopper that puts your dad and me to shame...(I looked up
from his in disbelief)...no, he really does! If you think these peters are
big you aren't going to believe your eyes when you get a load of his!"

	"You mean I get to see it?" I asked so excited my voice was almost
a squeal.

	"Of course you do! You and Eddy are men now, remember?" he gloated,
swelling his barrel chest and repeatedly snapping his big, muscular pec to
attention against my beardless cheek as he spoke.

	"Can I play with your dick?" I asked, relishing my new status as a
man.

	He smiled and slipped his huge, sinewy hand under my warm, smooth
butt, "You bet, buddy!  Grab a handful of that big ol' boy and give `im a
good, hard squeeze!  But don't yank on `im too hard or you're liable to get
something you ain't bargained for."  Dad laughed uproariously at this but I
didn't get it.

	I boldly reached down over his gut and tried to get my hand around
the colossal shaft, but was thwarted by its ungainly girth. It felt so big
and warm and made my hand look so small as it towered up through my feeble
grasp...not at all the way it looked in my dad's hand.  It was heavy and,
while the skin was soft, the hardness of it underneath felt like a big lead
pipe.  I released my grip on its magnificent bulk and pressed it to his
belly, gently rubbing my open hand up and down over the web of bulging
veins that traversed its unbelievable length.  Occasionally I tested its
tremendous width between my thumb and index finger and finally traced the
enormous pulsing vein in the center of its underside down to his huge
balls.

	Dad smiled at me as he lifted Uncle Phil's nuts up and said, "Here
you go, son.  Why don't you scratch these things a while.  He likes it
right above his butt crack."

	I eagerly accepted the task and slipped my tiny hand underneath
them.  When Dad let them drop I was further amazed and aroused by the
incredible maleness of their gargantuan heft.  The underside of his bag was
moist with sweat and I instinctively brought my hand to my nose to get his
scent.  It was the most wonderfully masculine odor!

	"Let me play with yours now, Daddy!" I eagerly blurted.

	He grabbed his dick around the base and stood it straight up for me
for me to admire.  Smiling proudly, he said, "Help yourself, son!"

	I quickly scrambled over Uncle Phil's fur laden bulk, momentarily
lingering as I straddled him.  A titillating shock ran through me as his
massive dick snugly settled into the valley of my wide spread ass cheeks
and brushed the small of my back with its bloated head.  I then rolled off
of his belly and thrilled to the feel of his big organ on my soft skin as
the back of my leg dragged over it.  I looked back and laughed in delighted
amazement as it sprang out from under my ankle and swatted his other thigh
with yet another loud slap.

	Once between their two mountainous forms, I grabbed onto the middle
of Dad's towering manhood and studied it with a keen eye.  Looking back at
Uncle Phil's I could see that Dad's was clearly longer but, while still
very fat, I was able to get my hand farther around it.  I slid my hand down
to the base and he gave up his grip to allow me full control.  I wagged the
hulking member back and forth inches in front of my face and started
thumping his great belly with it, eliciting thunderous laughter from the
behemoths.  His bulging nuts had a profound effect on me as I watched them
bounce and jiggle on the mattress and I couldn't resist slipping my other
hand underneath his colossal bag to get a whiff of him too. I then reached
over and stood Uncle Phil's tree trunk dick straight up like Dad's.
Switching my gaze back and forth between them, I hoped to be able to
definitively settle my arguments with Eddy once and for all.

	Uncle Phil grinned at me and asked, "So which one's bigger?  Or are
you and Eddy going to fight about that from now on?"

	I was stunned! "How did you know?" I asked.

	Dad laughed loudly and said, "We're dads...we know everything!
Now, who's bigger?"

	I gazed in awe at their swollen members and finally had to admit
that, even holding them side by side, it was impossible to say.

	Dad tousled my hair and said, "Well, don't worry. We used to fight
about that, too."

	"So who IS bigger?" I asked, desperately wanting to know which
counted for more, length or thickness.

	They looked at each other, then simultaneously blurted out
"GRANDDAD!" and we all burst into laughter.

	"You know what?" Dad began to his slightly older brother, "I've had
to piss like a fireplug since before he came in here."

	"Me too!" Uncle Phil exclaimed.

	We went downstairs to the front porch where Dad and Uncle Phil hung
their lumbering hard-ons over the porch rail.  Since I was too short for
this they each offered me a hand and helped me up onto the railing,
steadying me as they aimed their hard, fleshy cannons way out in front of
me with their free hands.  Having to look down I couldn't help seeing their
huge dicks, now maybe three-quarters erect and slightly listing downward
from beneath their almost spherical guts. Streams of piss the size of small
ropes suddenly arced from their flared piss holes out into the yard. This
only made my boy meat that much harder and urination for me became
hopeless.

	"Wait a minute, Chris," Dad comforted, "I know just how to help
this situation."

	When they were done they wagged their corpulent, manly dicks wildly
under my watchful eye to shake off the last drops of piss that dribbled
from the bulging heads.  Then Uncle Phil patted my butt and went inside
while Dad stood me securely on the rail and swallowed my raging hard-on in
his massive, callused hand.  I leaned back into the comfort of his hairy
bulk and, with a few gentle strokes, he coaxed my young body into an almost
convulsive orgasm.  Suddenly my dick relaxed enough to grant me the
much-needed relief of the piss I had intended to take before stumbling into
their room for my impromptu initiation into manhood.

	We walked back inside together, my shorter height giving me a
wonderful view of my dad's semi-erect meat bobbing over the massive balls
that rolled against the steady pump of his mighty thighs.  Once at the top
of the stairs he turned toward me and I tried in vain to wrap my arms
around his waist.  I pressed my face to the underside of his hairy gut,
pinning his fat erection to it as well.  The feel of his hard penis on the
side of my face and his great, hairy balls against my smooth chest made me
tingle inside.

	"Dad?" I almost whispered in an effort not to wake my cousin,
"Eddy's gonna be awful hurt that we left him out."

	Dad squatted down in front of me, his balls nearly touching the
floor, and drew me into his expansive chest with his powerful arms.  As I
stepped in to meet him the head of his throbbing dick rubbed against my leg
just above my ankle.  He whispered back to me, "Why don't you try not to
say anything about tonight until his dad and I can talk to him tomorrow.  I
think we can fix it so there are no hard feelings between you guys."

	"Thanks, Dad!" I said as I hugged the burly giant's thick neck

	"I love you, son." he replied and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

	As he stood up the big, rubbery head of his mostly erect dick
bumped my chin and smeared something on it.  He rubbed it off with his huge
thumb and smiled as he touched it to his tongue, then patted my bare butt
and scooted me toward the bedroom door.  I carefully crawled back into bed
next to Eddy and listened to the strangely comforting grunts and moans
reverberating up the stairs from Dad's and Uncle Phil's room.  As they
finished each other off I watched Eddy sleep and wondered if we would still
be playing "snatch and grab" when we were their age.  I sure hoped so.  I
very gently lifted his warm hand and placed it on my balls, then drifted
off again.

			     (to be continued)