Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 14:37:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 6)

This is a story of the worshipful love of two boys for their 'muscle chub'
dads.  It is purely a work of fantasy and 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 chat by email at
<worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>.

--WMC


			   BULL DADDIES (Part 6)
				 --by WMC

	I awoke cradled between my dad's powerful thighs with his half-hard
dick lying against my face.  It still smelled faintly of my uncle and I
gently pressed my lips to the thick shaft in an adoring kiss as the
exciting memories of the previous night's fun came rushing back to me.  I
lifted my head and let the hulking member drag over my face then land on
him with an audible thud.  Eddy was kneeling between his dad's legs trying
to slide his mouth over the head of the huge hard-on in his hands, unaware
he was being watched.  I looked up to see Uncle Phil smile down at me and
press his finger to his lips, signifying me to not give away that he was
awake.

	Eddy was thoroughly delighted and focused as he did battle with the
wonderfully masculine thickness of his dad's erect dick.  He would open his
mouth as wide as he could and start to lower himself over the glans.  Its
width would eventually tug his lips down over his teeth and he would stop
with the ridge just beyond his reach.  He made it look delicious!
Eventually he forced his mouth down past this stopping point.  Uncle Phil's
face wrenched as Eddy's teeth scraped him, but he hung in and let my cousin
enjoy the captivating thrill.

	I quickly realized dad's dick was standing rock hard up off of his
belly and knew he was awake for Eddy's show.  I popped up on my knees from
between his legs and looked at him.  He smiled as he stretched and made a
great show of flexing various mounds of muscle for me.  Beaming at him with
pride, I took his dick in my hands and promptly aimed it at my mouth.  I
opened wide and thrilled to the tug of the fat head on my lips as my teeth
scraped over the flare of his corona.  The sight we must have made all
hunkered down over their furry crotches with our hands and mouths filled to
overflowing by their beefy tubes of man meat!

	"I've got to piss!" Uncle Phil declared.

	"Me too!" Eddy and I chimed in after pulling off of them.

	I really didn't have to go all that bad but I wasn't about to miss
seeing those thick, yellow streams arcing from the bulbous heads of their
majestic hard-ons.  We all slipped on our flip-flops and walked out onto
the ground in front of the cabin.  Each of us strained in vain to relieve
himself.

	Dad looked at Uncle Phil and said with a laugh, "I'm too hard to
piss."

	"Me too," said my uncle as he swiped his fingers over the oozing
slit in his dick head, "It looks like we all need a helping hand here."

	My dad did the same as he said, "Tell you what, fellas, we'll help
you out if you'll help us."

	We nodded our agreement and stared with fascination at the way
their tightly drawn bags swayed beneath their turgid members as they
squatted down beside us.  They liberally coated our little dicks in the
slick, clear fluid that seeped from their gaping piss holes and began
gliding their fingers over them.  As they did this they squeezed out
copious globs of the ooze onto the middle fingers of their other hands,
easily slipped them into our cracks and began massaging our butt holes.
The sensory overload quickly induced jolting orgasms that raged through our
young bodies.  Within a minute or two Eddy and I were pissing up a storm,
playfully criss-crossing our streams as we delighted in our relief.  Our
dads laughed as they stood up, their incredibly hard dicks sticking out at
eye level with us.

 	"Ok, guys.  Your turn now," Dad said as we finished.

	They instructed us to smear their dick heads in their pre-come,
coating our tiny hands in the process.  Then they positioned our hands
around their fat shafts and started slowly guiding our two-handed strokes
up and down on them.  Once we both had the hang of it they leaned back then
pushed their crotches forward and began fingering each other's hairy butt.
I marveled at the motion of dad's dick as it teemed from my sliding hands
and thrilled each time his bulging nut sac brushed the back of my right
hand as it settled onto the base.  Suddenly he wrapped one of his enormous
hands around mine, quickly slid them down onto the base and squeezed them
tightly around it.  Eddy and I squealed our delighted amazement as first
Dad then Uncle Phil erupted, sending great spurts of come jetting maybe
three or four feet out in front of them.  The sight and sound of these
tremendously powerful looking men in the bliss of orgasm made me rock hard
again and we both swelled with pride at the part we had played in their
manly display.  We ogled their huge balls as they slowly relaxed into their
familiar sagging condition.

	"Great job, guys!" boasted Uncle Phil, "We can take it from here."

	With that we slid our hands out from under theirs and watched as
they imitated Eddy and me by criss-crossing their thick, yellow streams
before our delighted faces.  The piss started dribbling from their bloated
dick heads and blasted two or three more arcs before they began shaking it
from the lumbering pieces of meat that proudly jutted out of their paw-like
hands.

	"Let's fix some breakfast!" Dad said as he and Uncle Phil swept us
up against their rotund, hulking torsos and swaggered back inside with each
of us cradled in one of their powerful arms.

	Dad's deflating dick bobbed against my dangling shin as I lovingly
squeezed my arms around his thick neck.  After breakfast we got dressed and
put in another hard day's work with them, completing the task of piping the
well water to the kitchen and what would soon be our shower room.  They
also laid pipe to drain the water away from the house to the sloping
hillside on the right.  As on the previous day they would occasionally flex
their shining, sweaty muscles for us and let us grope the rock hard bulges
to fully appreciate their incredible power during breaks from their tedious
work.  Sometimes, to their amused laughter, we would pull our hard-ons out
of our flies and play with them as we felt their muscles or watched them
perform feats of strength such as bending discarded lengths of the pipe
they were installing.

	"Being the biggest, strongest man you can possibly be is VERY
cool!" they would boast as they showed off their awe-inspiring power for
us.

	"Yeah!  We can't wait to have huge muscles and bellies like yours!"
we would shout in admiration.

	"Good!" said Dad as he laid a platter-sized hand on my head, "This
is how a real man is supposed to look, not like some pretty little swimsuit
model!  Do what we say and we'll make you even bigger than us!"

	"WOA!" we blurted in disbelief.

	"We're very serious!" Uncle Phil chimed in, "Look how much bigger
our muscles are than Granddad's!"

	It was true, too.  Their dense musculatures must have outweighed
Granddad's by at least fifty pounds and their magnificent bellies stuck out
several inches farther.  The thought of being even bigger than these men
had our hard dicks in our hands immediately while our dads cast approving
smiles on us.

	"It's Granddad we have to thank for helping us become the men we
are today," Dad said in conclusion.

	"COOL!" we exploded in unison.

	Sunset found the four of us back at the stream, soaping each other
up and playfully tugging at each others' dicks and balls.  I soaped Dad's
butt crack while I watched Eddy admiringly lather his daddy's ample gut.
After we had washed off the sweat and dirt we sprawled with them on the
beach towels once again.  As they rested we freely explored their enormous
privates with our hands until we had them both sporting drooling erections
once again.  Eddy once more started pressing his mouth down on Uncle Phil's
dick head as I straddled Daddy's hips and ground my own hard-on into his
great belly.

	Remembering the wonderful sensation of Dad's finger massaging my
butt hole that morning I reached back and pressed the head of his dick into
my spread crack until his piss slit kissed my contracting sphincter.  I
eased back against the beast until I had enough pressure to hold it in
place and started grinding my boner into him again.  Soon his slick ooze
and my rocking motion caused it to pop free.  I reached back and held it
firmly in place as I slid around on its blunt end, riveted by the waves of
pleasure it gave me.  I gazed into his handsome face, his head resting on
his thick hands as he knowingly smiled up into my adoring eyes.  As I
succumbed to yet another quaking orgasm I heard Dad's deep voice ring in my
ears and felt a warm liquid spew onto my hole then run down my crack over
my balls.  He quickly scooped some of it out of my crack and put his
goo-covered fingers in his mouth with a wink.  I hurriedly slid down his
belly until I had his come coated dick head in my face and effortlessly
slid my mouth down onto it.  He reached down and milked the last few minor
eruptions into my sucking mouth then tousled my hair as I once more savored
his potent seed.  Eddy pulled his mouth up off of the glistening head of
Uncle Phil's hard-on and watched this wide-eyed, making a sour face as I
barely managed enough suction to get the last of Dad's juice out.

	Uncle Phil laughed as he ran his fingers through Eddy's hair and
said, "You know what?  That's exactly the face your Uncle Rick made the
first time he saw me drink Granddad's come."

	Eddy looked up at him questioningly then back at me nursing the lip
stretching head of Dad's corpulent, hard dick.  He hesitated briefly before
smearing his hands with the mixture of pre-come and his saliva that coated
Uncle Phil's seeping glans and pushed his mouth back down over its bulky
contours.  His slick fingers expertly worked up and down the fat shaft
exactly as his dad had coached him that morning.  Suddenly Uncle Phil
bellowed his relief and I saw Eddy gag slightly as rivulets of white,
creamy liquid cascaded from his comically stretched lips, running down the
vein-studded surface of the exposed inches onto his tiny, clutching hands.
Eddy's eyes once more told the story of his discovery as he stayed down on
the beast for the longest time before finally pulling off of it all smiles.
Uncle Phil sat up, looking like a big grizzly bear and beaming with pride
as he licked his son's boyish hands clean.

	"Let's go rinse off and head back for supper," Uncle Phil suggested
as he stood his great, hairy girth up.

	I started to stand, too, and found my butt cheeks had become glued
together with my dad's come.  Dad gave them a gentle, loving swat before
prying them apart for me as we finally stood up and headed to the water
once again.

	Back at the cabin we had another fantastically huge meal while our
dads discussed what needed to be done the next day when Granddad arrived
with the fixtures they would have to install and plumb.  After some brief
roughhousing with our dads we went off to our separate bedrooms where they
most likely dropped right off to sleep after an exhausting day.  Eddy and
I, however, were terribly excited that Granddad would be showing up after
all and had a lengthy, laugh-filled bull session recounting the day's
activities.  The discussion inevitably led to physical explorations that
reached new heights of boldness for us before we finally wound down enough
to get to sleep.

			     (to be continued)