Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 18:32:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 2)

This is a story of the worshipful love of two boys for their 'muscle chub'
dads.  All the usual disclaimers apply.  I hope you 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

(Author's note: This segment is fairly brief and serves only to bring the
other boy into the action.  I don't know where the remaining segments will
lead us, but I plan for them to be longer and more involved)


			   BULL DADDIES (Part 2)
				  -by WMC

	I awoke alone the next morning with the sun already shining in
through the window.  When I started downstairs I stopped as Eddy came into
view.  He was kneeling on the floor with his back to me.  To his right on
the ragged couch in the family room sat Uncle Phil, to his left sat my dad.
Their heads were back with eyes closed and their expressions were serene as
Eddy slowly ran his boyish hands up and down the rigid pillars that rose
from their loins.  They were all naked and I gazed in wonder at the supreme
contentment of these muscular, big- bellied behemoths being pleasured by my
cousin's loving touch.  Their barrel chests rose and fell in slow, deep
breaths and their thick calves were alternately flexing and unflexing.  My
10-year- old mind couldn't help imagining that these men, so full of pride
in their brute strength and burly convexity, must surely be what Hercules
really looked like.  I immediately came up hard in my underwear and began
peeling them off.  Dad opened his eyes and saw me.  A big grin crossed his
face as he looked down at Eddy and then back at me with a knowing wink.

	Eddy was so preoccupied with what he held in his hands that he
didn't have a clue I was there until Dad said, "Morning, sleepy head!"

	I ran to him and jumped up onto his right leg.  Laying my face
against the pillow of Dad's left pec, I fondled his erect nipple as I
watched as Eddy stroke and clutch at our dads' huge penises.  He couldn't
have looked more thrilled and I couldn't have been happier for him!

	He beamed up at me with his boner involuntarily twitching like
crazy and boasted, "Their hard-ons are even bigger than we thought!  They
could bust rocks with these things!"

	I bounced on my daddy's belly as it shook in laughter.

	"I know!  They're HUGE, aren't they?  Have you played with their
balls yet?"

	"YEAH, man!  I can't wait till ours are that big!"

	"Me either!" I exclaimed and timidly touched my tongue to one of
Dad's erect nipples.

	"Uh-oh!" said Uncle Phil, "another nipple addict in the family!
Ol' Rick's got some nice, big ones, doesn't he?"

	"Sure does!" I shouted, "But...(I leapt from Dad and pounced on
Uncle Phil)...so do YOU!"

	We laughed as I snuggled up to him and pressed my hard dick into
the warmth of his solid, fur-matted gut, then ran my wet tongue over his
right nipple.  He sighed and, once again, lay his head back.

	"HEY!" Eddy shouted as he playfully swatted my butt and wriggled up
beside me on his daddy's lap to take on the other one.

	His legs were tightly spread as he straddled his dad's tree trunk
thigh, the head and a little more of the man's remarkable dick leering out
toward me from between their stomachs.  I was totally enthralled by the way
the head yawned open in a lurid display of manliness, but resisted my
inexplicable urge to slip down beside them and sink the tip of my tongue in
it.  Instead I turned a little more sideways against him and, with the
innocent fascination only a boy of 10 could have, settled for simply
staring at it.

	I absent-mindedly traced my finger around the circumference of the
big nipple I had been lapping when the head of my dad's hard-on slid into
view on top of Uncle Phil's thick shoulder.  My eyes took in its full
length and I swelled with pride at the way it loomed so commandingly from
his bushy loins, admiring the network of veins on its surface.  They were
not as pronounced as those of Uncle Phil's slightly thicker erection but,
as such, gave his an intimidating look of plumpness.

	"Let's go make some breakfast, son," he said, covering the back of
my head with his thick, wide hand.

	I stood up and he dragged me over the back of the couch and up onto
his belly, my hard dick once again pressed between my own softness and the
firmness of another big, hard gut.  I instinctively wrapped my legs around
his keg like abdomen and ground my genitals into its fantastic girth,
causing a jolting orgasm to shoot through my body.  In response I slung my
arms around his thick, almost nonexistent neck and buried my face in his
immense chest, almost cooing my satisfaction.  I leaned back to look in his
eyes but they were again closed and his smile radiated a warm satisfaction
I still can't fully describe to this day.  He scooped a strong hand up
under my butt to support me and started for the kitchen with his other
enormous arm swinging to the rhythm of his swaggering stride, following the
contour of the belly I loved in that moment even more than before.

	We got into the kitchen and he slightly leaned back, placing his
hands around my sides to let me slide down him as he had done a thousand
times before.  But this time I kept my legs tight around his stomach as I
did so, I guess hoping to reproduce that electrifying orgasm But what
happened next was over all too soon and takes much longer to read than it
did to transpire.

	Much to my surprise, as I slid over his firm curvature the groove
of my spread bottom settled snugly and securely on the corpulence of his
warm erection.  The same shock as from the night before with Uncle Phil
surged through me and I involuntarily squeezed my butt cheeks together.

	Before he knew what was happening I had already slid down its
impressive length, my skin breaking out in chill blains as my tightly
stretched sphincter made contact with his super engorged cock head.  As
soon as my feet hit the floor I was eye to `eye' with his excited member,
an angry red hue to it and much more turgid than I had yet seen it.  His
balls, which normally rested against his thighs, were drawn up like he was
pinching a baseball in his groin.  I started to ask if I had hurt him when
a familiar and husky, guttural groan escaped him.  Suddenly the veiny beast
bobbed up and down and started pelting my face with warm, thick, ropy
strands of a white liquid.

	I was a little confused by his strange expression as he watched his
abundantly discharged seed roll down my face and drip onto my chest.  It
quickly changed to one of relief as he heard the delighted amazement in my
voice when I bellowed, "WOW!  How did you do that?  Do it again!"

	I grinned from ear to ear and licked my lips.  My mouth was
permeated with the strange, kind of salty flavor and viscuous texture of
his surprising `gift'.  I felt the stirrings of an erection again as I
suddenly recognized the scent of my butt on his titanic, drooling
appendage.  I was hopelessly hard again!

	The next thing I knew Eddy and Uncle Phil came running into the
kitchen with their hard-ons bouncing in front of them.  They stopped as
they saw my erection and my amazed, whitewashed face.  Then they saw Dad's
sheepish grin and the strands of the strange fluid he had spurted on me
still dribbling from his deflating dick.  Uncle Phil's burly body almost
doubled over as he put a hand to his face and nearly laughed himself to
tears at the sight we made!

			     (to be continued)