Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2001 12:07:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 8)

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 8)
				 --by WMC

	As Granddad appeared with us dangling against his furry bulk from
his muscular arms our dads stopped what they were doing and rested their
butts on a crate behind them.  They made a half-hearted attempt at folding
their arms over their barrel chests.  Their semi-folded arms were almost
perpendicular to their thick necks and formed deep, tantalizing clefts
between their hairy pecs.  Uncle Phil looked at Dad and laughed as he
pointed at the droplets of Granddad's come still clinging to a few of the
coarse, sweat-matted hairs that curled under his navel.

	"Well?" Uncle Phil asked looking at Eddy and me.

	We let go of Granddad's arms and dropped to the ground beside him.
Eddy grinned as he held up his hands, estimating the length of our
grandfather's erection.  I quickly followed by holding one of mine up in a
"C" to demonstrate its fantastic girth.

	"Yep," said my father, "they've seen Dad's hard-on alright!"

	Granddad grinned sheepishly as he scooped up the stray drops of
come on a couple of the thick fingers of his right hand and sucked them
clean, then said, "Well, what did you expect?  Chris told me about sliding
down your dick butt-first and the face-full of come you gave him. Then they
proceeded to give me the blow-by-blow details of everything else you fellas
have been up to since you got here.  The next thing I knew the head of my
dick came poking out the leg of my pants.  I hated to disappoint `em so I
pulled my shorts down and let `em beat it off for me.  I haven't seen 4
hands that small work my hard-on over since you two were their age!"

	"MAN!" I shouted, "You should have seen all the come that flew out
of that thing!"

	Eddy raised a hand over his head and added, "It shot out this high
and must have gone ten feet before it hit the ground!"

	Our fathers clapped their hands and laughed as Dad said, "Yeah,
don't I know it!"

	"AWESOME!" we cheered in unison.

	"So, do you believe us now?" Uncle Phil asked me grinning from ear
to ear.

	"Even longer than yours!" I blurted out as I ran to my dad and
nestled against his globe-shaped gut.

	"And even fatter than yours!" Eddy yelped as he ran up between
Uncle Phil's thighs and did the same.

	We all looked at Granddad as he scratched his freshly emptied balls
through his shorts and, seeing us watching him, started bouncing his pecs
at us.  Although somewhat smaller than our dads he still exuded the same
confidence in the burly physique he proudly displayed for us.

	"Show off!" dad said with a laugh as he walked over and wrapped his
massive arms around Granddad's wide, thick shoulders.

	He then placed both of his hands on Granddad's big, round, shaved
head and planted a strangely boyish kiss on top of it before saying, "If
playtime's over we've got work to do!"

	"You looking to get that fat butt of yours paddled in front of
these guys?"  Granddad said landing a playful swat on Dad's behind.

	"Maybe," said Dad as he turned back to him with a sly grin, "You
didn't think Phil and I were gonna let those two be the only ones to get
their hands on that 'paddle' of yours, did you?"

	Granddad laughed and motioned everyone to follow so Uncle Phil,
Eddy and I fell in behind him and went back to work.  As the day wore on
one well planned task after another was checked off the list until we were
back inside the cabin for the remainder of the job with maybe an hour still
to go before sunset.  The caulking was applied, all the faucets, shower
nozzles, and drainpipe were tested, shower curtains were hung and the
temperature of the hot water heater was adjusted.  We then followed all
three of the hulking men out onto the front porch where we watched them
strip off their sweaty clothes.

	Eddy and I had done little more than gush over Granddad ever since
his splendid performance much earlier in the day, but we didn't hesitate to
strip along with them and listen closely to their manly chatter as they let
the crisp air dry the sweat from their huge bodies.  We drank sodas as they
poured a number of cold beers down their parched throats in fairly rapid
succession.

	We followed Granddad down onto the bottom step of the front porch
at one point and watched with fascination as he gulped on a fresh beer
while noisily emptying his bladder on the black mountain dirt that
stretched before him.  He never touched his fat dick as it showered the
earth below, just sort of leaned back and pushed his groin out past the
edge of the wooden step.  We studied this closely for future reference.

	One hand resting on his hip as he ran the cold can across his
furrowed brow with the other, he casually commented, "I swear, sometimes a
good piss can feel better than shooting a load!"

	"Amen!" said our dads in unison.

	After he forced out the last two or three blasts he finally wrapped
a thick hand around the dribbling tube, kind of pinched it right behind the
head and tugged it out from his densely muscled loins a few times.  This
caused another couple or three healthy spurts to jet forth, then he shook
the last drops off of the head and let it flop back down against his
sagging balls.

	He smiled as he looked down at our dicks, once again raging hard
out in front of our smooth bodies, and asked our dads, "Remember being that
age?"

	We admired each other's erection for a few minutes before joining
the men on the porch again.  Granddad's huge endowment drew us to him like
a magnet and we quickly gravitated to his sides to admire him some more,
running our hands over his hairy bag and testing the weight of his huge
nuts in our palms.  We watched with delight as our prying hands soon set
his manly appendage in motion, slowly swelling and lengthening as he
conversed.  The odor of his crotch was quite pungent by that time, but only
made the experience of getting to actually feel these organs we had only
seen and talked about before that day seem all the more exotic.  Seeing and
feeling his transformation from flaccid to semi-erect gave us a new
appreciation for the expansive muscle mass that he had allowed us to
explore on so many occasions.

	"Looks like another couple of die-hard fans for Dad," Uncle Phil
said in a tone that made obvious how much he loved and still admired his
father.

	"Why not?" Dad chipped in, "You don't have to look twice to see
he's the best hung bull in the pasture here!"

	"Amen!" Eddy and I said in unison.

	All three of their great bellies shook as the huge men roared in
laughter.  We looked around at them and then joined in as it became
infectious.

	"Whadya say," Granddad spoke up, "shall we give that new shower a
try?  I know the water heater hasn't had time to do its job yet, but it
can't be any colder than that damned stream!"

	"Hear, hear!" said Dad as he landed a playful but solid punch to
one of Uncle Phil's pecs, "You smell worse than a hog farm!"

	Uncle Phil applied a stinging, two-handed slap on both sides of my
dad's gut.  Dad partially doubled over and placed his thick forearms over
his belly for protection at which point Uncle Phil placed him in headlock.

	Dad's head securely tucked in my uncle's sweaty armpit he said,
"Yeah?  Well how does this smell?"

	Eddy and I huddled up very close to Granddad as they proceeded to
start wrestling around on the porch in a manner that, while all in fun for
them, could easily do serious injury to anyone of lesser stature.  The
titans grunted and growled at each other as they pitted their incredible
strengths in a good-natured, yet determined, contest of will.

	One minute we'd have them facing us, Dad's head barely peeking out
from between his brother's thick arm and bulging pec.  Dad had his right
hand on Uncle Phil's elbow and his left was barely visible on the opposite
side trying to find a hold on the man's immense waist.  My uncle had one
foot in front, dug in against my father's shoving, and the one nearer my
dad drawn back to resist his efforts to back out of the hold.  His huge gut
stood up firm and round as his abdominal muscles cinched up tighter and
tighter.  His magnificent endowment bounced around in the deep crevice of
his parted thighs, which strained mightily against my dad's incessant
pushing and pulling.  Over and over again his huge balls rolled and slapped
against them in a display of overwhelming masculinity.

	The next minute we would have my dad's wide, hairy butt in our
faces with his massive balls swaying and flopping around beneath his barely
parted, globe-like buns.  As the battle raged on my grandfather's dick
slowly grew longer and fatter until the half-erection Eddy and I had given
him was fully hard and bobbing up and down under my unflinching stare.  I
reached out and tried to wrap my hand around the head then felt his huge
hand pull me tighter against his belly.  As I bent my head down to find
Eddy I could see his small hand kneading Granddad's loose-hanging bag and
decided to leave well enough alone.

	We watched our dads in gleeful wonder as their wrestling match
ended in a draw with a little teasing and a few slaps on each other's back
and butt.  Thunderous laughter rang in my ears while I watched their dicks
cross, the big knobs glancing off one another, as they stepped up
belly-to-belly.  Dad's hands lay on his brother's shoulders and Uncle
Phil's lay on top of my dad's mounded chest as they finally looked over and
saw Eddy and me playing with Granddad's balls and hard-on.

	"How 'bout that!  We do all the work and he gets all the fun!" said
Uncle Phil, then with a punch to one of Dad's pecs, "I told you not to
invite him along!"

	"Don't start that up again, boys!" boomed Granddad in all the mock
sternness he could muster under the circumstance, "Get your asses in that
shower - NOW!"

	Our dads led the way back into the house.  As I followed them with
Eddy and Granddad I saw Uncle Phil reach back and scratch just inside his
hairy crack then casually sniff his fingers.  I laughed out loud.

	Granddad laughed as he tapped my cheek with the back of his open
hand and said, "What are you laughing at?  You do it, too, don't you?"

	Of course he was right.  But it did look funny seeing a man like my
uncle do something I figured only kids did.  I ran up behind him and
planted my hands deep in his dense glutes, urging him to hurry.

	Dad was the first to enter the shower room and threw the curtain
back.  He stood admiring their work and then stepped in.  He partially drew
the curtain behind him and turned on one of the showerheads.

	"DAMN!  That's cold!" his deep voice boomed.

	Granddad was the last to enter the room, having made a detour to
grab us some towels.  One by one we filed in and completely drew the
curtain.  By the time the water came bursting from the other nozzles it had
at least reached a palatable room temperature.  Three adult men their size,
something over 900 pounds altogether, left little room for Eddy and me as
they handed us a bar of soap and proceeded to share another to lather each
other's chest, back and shoulders.  We couldn't avoid getting bumped and
rubbed by their bellies, rigid dicks and pendulous balls as we cleaned
ourselves.

	We decided to do our part for them by soaping up the parts of them
we could reach.  Our well-lathered hands slid into their butt cracks, over
their dicks and balls, up onto their guts, down their tree trunk thick
thighs and over their bulging calves.

	"How about putting those soapy hands back on this", my dad said as
he thumped his hard-on against my wet chest.

	"Yeah, same here," Uncle Phil said to Eddy.

	Remembering what Granddad had said we eagerly obliged as he looked
on with his eyes twinkling from between the crow's feet brought about by
the breadth of his warm smile.  We each worked our dad's tremendous length
and girth with both hands as their panting and grunting became louder and
louder.  Dad gently took hold of one of my wrists and guided my hand down
onto his balls.

	"Play with those fellas, too," he instructed me.

	He endured a few painful jolts as I struggled with the task of
learning to apply different amounts of pressure with each hand.  Granddad
bent over me from behind, his fat dick head pushing into my back, and
expertly coached me along in this new skill.  He showed me how to grab onto
the slippery bag from behind and gently tug downward while I worked my
other hand over Dad's dick.  I had to re-soap my hands a couple of times
along the way, but soon Dad's balls were drawn up tight under the base of
his erection and I instinctively knew to get both hands jacking him off
again.  His great member gradually became harder and redder and I could see
the big head swell.  This caused his piss hole, just inches from my face,
to take on an almost angry look the wider it flared open.  As Dad's
growling reached a crescendo the first blast of his seed spurted onto my
chest.  I stood my ground and quickly slid my hands down tightly onto his
base, inadvertently aiming his dick at my face where I took the remainder
of his copious load.

	"ATTA BOY!" he proudly exclaimed as he hoisted me onto his wet
girth and rested his chin on top of my head.

	One of his hands on my butt for support, he pressed my come coated
face and chest against him with the other.  He then set me down, turned me
around and lifted me up into the full blast of the water to rinse his come
from me.  As he did this Uncle Phil's groans caught my attention and I
looked over to see Granddad coaching Eddy in his effort to please his
father.  Dad set me down and I got to my uncle's side just in time to see
him cream Eddy's face.

	Uncle Phil laid his head back as he lovingly drew Eddy into his
groin with both of his enormous hands.  Eddy still had his hands wrapped
around his dad's fat hard-on as its big head rode up under his chin.  He
then held Eddy up next to the shower nozzle and power-rinsed his load off
of him.

	His feet had no sooner hit the shower floor than he looked up at
Granddad and asked, "You want us to make you come again?"

	The huge man smiled as he laid a hand on Eddy's head and said, "I
don't think you're quite big enough yet for what Granddad has in mind."

	He then looked back and forth at our dads as he stroked his rock
hard member and asked, "Who's gonna take this down his throat?"

	Uncle Phil winked at us and said, "I think Rick's is probably still
a little sore so I guess I'll take this one."

	With that said he dropped his bulky frame to his knees and turned
his head to get under Granddad's gut.  He opened his mouth as wide as he
could and the huge head of Granddad's dick disappeared inside it.  Eddy and
I watched closely as his lips worked up and down on our grandfather's thick
shaft, a little more of it vanishing each time.  His somewhat sideways
attack on Granddad's substantial girth strained his jaws.  Suddenly
Granddad groaned like we'd never heard as Uncle Phil struggled and finally
succeeded in getting his mouth down onto the fat, hairy base.  He held it
there for what seemed like a long time until he came flying up off the
massive organ with his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

	"Have we forgotten anyone?" our contented grandfather asked.

	"You know, I think maybe we have," Dad said as Uncle Phil took
Granddad's dick back in his mouth, "Where are those fellas who gave me and
Phil those great hand jobs?"

	"I don't know, but find `em and haul `em up here so I can soap
their big ol' dicks down while Phil sucks me off!" Granddad ordered.

	"Here's one of `em!" Dad said as he wrapped a thick arm around Eddy
and pulled him up onto his belly, facing Granddad.

	The portly family patriarch picked up a bar of soap and liberally
lathered up his hands.  He then swallowed Eddy's hard-on in his slick fist
and slowly massaged it.  I could hear Eddy moaning but couldn't take my
eyes off of Uncle Phil's incredible display of determination and control as
he labored on Granddad's erection.  My dick got harder and harder as I
watched his lips yielding to the varying thickness along Granddad's shaft.
Eddy soon soared in orgasm and gently landed on his feet beside me,
immediately tuning into what his dad was doing.

	I came up off my feet next and watched my dick disappear in my
grandfather's soapy, silver-haired fist.  Granddad did not slide up and
down on me so much as he just sort of tugged on it, gently squeezing and
milking my youthful appendage against the palm of his hand with his
slippery fingers.  It was a totally new sensation for me and I quickly
began emitting the same high-pitched moans and squeals I'd heard from Eddy
moments before.  I filled with new heights of emotion for the massive man
as I stared into his smiling face and received his loving gift.  The more
he played me the less I thought about what I was missing out on below until
I suddenly saw stars as he delivered me the most intense orgasm of my young
life.

	He held onto my dick as I ran my hands over his fat fist and said,
"I love you, Granddad!"

	"I love you too, Chris!" he replied grinning from ear to ear.

	Dad lowered me next to Eddy where I once again became enthralled in
the scene playing out under Granddad's belly.  I could hardly believe that
Uncle Phil had stayed on that hulking organ through both Eddy's and my
orgasms without once pulling off of it since that first time, but Eddy
quickly confirmed it for me.  After the mental time outs he had taken from
his blow job to get his grandsons off, Granddad's focus now returned to
Uncle Phil.

	He laid a huge hand on the back of Uncle Phil's head and gently
rubbed it over the bristle of his close-cropped hair as he sighed, "That's
it.  I've needed this for a while now."

	Uncle Phil sank down onto the base again causing Granddad to gasp,
"Ohhhhh!  It's so tight!"

	Dad moved behind Granddad and began massaging his powerful
shoulders and mounded traps.  Then his hands slowly worked down over
Granddad's shoulders to his pecs and started pinching his large brown
nipples.  Granddad leaned back into him with his eyes tightly shut as he
did this and began pushing Uncle Phil's head down on his dick as he thrust
his hips to meet him.  His balls started slapping my uncle's jaw from the
force of these thrusts as he took the imposing member down his throat time
and again.

	All of a sudden he held Uncle Phil down on the base of his shaft
with both hands and bellowed, "Here it is!  N-N-G-U-U-U-H-H-H!"

	He let him up for a quick breath through his nose then pushed him
back down and said, "Here comes more!  Take it all, son!"

	At last he allowed my uncle to pull up onto the head of his dick.
Uncle Phil sucked Granddad's knob for a few minutes before taking it from
his mouth and licking the final drops that oozed from his piss hole off of
it.

	"Thank you, son!  You alright down there?" Granddad spoke.

	"My knees are pretty sore but otherwise I'm okay," replied Uncle
Phil.

	Dad and Granddad quickly helped him up then Granddad took him in
his arms and kissed the top of his head.  Uncle Phil grinned back at him
like the proud son that he was.

	"Man!  You really make a guy put in 110 percent before you give up
that load, don't you!" he said in a good-natured tone as he ran his hand up
Granddad's dick and gave his balls a squeeze.

	Granddad laughed and then suddenly realized how long we had been in
the shower.  He admonished the bunch of us, himself most of all, for using
up so much of our water.  We cleared out of the shower and dried ourselves
off as we talked of how much fun we'd had.  After dinner we decided to go
ahead and call it a night.

	"Can me and Eddy sleep with you, Granddad?" I asked excitedly.

	"YEAH! Can we?" Eddy chimed in.

	"Last one in Granddad's bed is a rotten egg!" he exclaimed in
response, urging us on with little pat on the butt.

			     (to be continued)