Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 09:43:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: SEX ED 101 WITH BULL (part 2)

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			SEX-ED 101 WITH BULL (part 2)
				by Boyatt Hart


	What had looked so impressive in its flaccid state was outright
intimidating fully erect.  His scent permeated the air and I felt a sense
of pride that sucking my dick had done this to him.  He was not that much
longer than me, maybe an inch, but his girth was like nothing I had even
imagined.

	"My God!" I exclaimed as I wrapped my hand around it.

	It filled my hand and responded to my squeezes by producing a
droplet of clear lubricant in his gaping piss hole.  I closed my eyes and
hesitantly pressed my lips to it in a child-like kiss.  When I pulled away
my lips were slick with his viscuous fluid and I licked them, surprised
that his taste was no less pleasant than my own.

	I stroked him a few times and studied the movement of his foreskin
as it slid up and back over his bulky cock head.  Looking up I was greeted
by his smiling face peering down at me over his authoritative corpulence.
I felt tiny in his presence.

	I have no idea what he saw in my face as I sat admiring him, but
whatever it was moved him to ask, "Somethin' wrong, son?"

	"No, sir.  I just never expected when I showed up tonight that I'd
end up with someone so beautiful," I confessed.

	His velvety bass voice boomed in laughter as he said, "I been
called lots of things before, but never in all my 47 years has anyone
called the likes of me beautiful!"

	I immediately felt embarrassed by my choice of words and began
stammering faint apologies.

	He laid one of his huge hands on my head and said, "Nothing to
apologize for, son.  I never said I didn't like it, just that nobody had
ever said it to me before.  I guess they're right when they say beauty is
in the eye of the beholder."

	I was comforted enough by his assurance that I lifted his fat
erection to the side and peppered the large, potent looking balls that
rested on his thick, powerful thighs with more baby kisses.  He sighed with
contentment as his fat tool flexed to seemingly indestructible hardness in
my firm grasp.

	Emboldened by his obvious pleasure I began licking and sucking on
the egg-sized testicles sheathed in his soft, ample scrotum.  His pungent
odor, which had been a little off-putting at first, was fast becoming an
intoxicating aroma.

	I let go of his dick and it settled against the side of my face as
I continued my oral assault on his balls, the soft skin of his rock-hard
erection brushing my cheek as it bobbed and twitched in response.  When I
came up for air I was mesmerized by his display of arousal.

	I peeled his hood back and slid my lips over his exposed, drooling
cock head, relishing the rubbery firmness of it.  I instinctively applied
suction and was surprised to find myself hardening again in spite of having
just shot my load a few minutes before.

	"Let me get a might more comfortable here, son.  I got a feeling
I'm gonna want to see this," he said.

	I sat back into the couch and marveled at the graceful movement of
his mighty bulk as he kicked off his shoes.

	"Mind helping me get my feet out of these clothes?" he asked,
though in truth it sounded more like a command than a question.

       I happily obliged and leaned down to hold his trousers as he
wriggled his feet out of them.  As I raised back up I bumped my head on his
hard-on.

	"Ouch!" I said, rubbing the back of my head in jest.

	He laughed as he turned his wide, V-shaped back to me.  It had a
certain smooth fullness indicative of a layer of fat, but the deep furrow
that ran down the middle of it suggested a dense layer of muscle underneath
that.

       When he bent over to pick up the pile of clothing my pulse started
pounding in my ears and I caught my breath at what I witnessed.  I'll do my
best to describe it, but words can't simultaneously communicate the details
and the quickness with which it all happened.

	His legs parted slightly as he bent at the waist. About the time
his huge ball sac bounced out from between his thighs, his firm, round
buttocks parted above it and gave me a fleeting glimpse of his pucker as it
winked at me.  With his free hand he scooped his balls to safety as he
stood upright, his thighs coming together with what would surely have been
crushing force, and tossed his clothes into a nearby chair.

	My dick sprang instantly hard in admiration and he smiled as he
turned to notice.  He took his own raging member in one of his meaty paws
and slowly jacked it.  His hard-on might not have looked as long in his
huge hand as it did in mine, but it still looked every bit as fat and
menacing.

	He let go of the beast and placed his hand on my head for balance
as he stepped across me to reclaim his seat.  Lifting first one leg and
then the other he momentarily straddled me and took up nearly my entire
field of vision.  For one brief, glorious instant his burly convexity came
together with his imposing erection and pendulous balls to form the perfect
expression of masculinity.  That was followed by the familiar ball scoop as
he brought his legs together and turned to sit down.

	Almost with some kind of gravitational force he drew me to his side
once more, comfortably tucking me under his left arm as before only this
time skin to skin.  He took my left hand in his right and started rubbing
it over his potent genitals, overloading my senses until I almost couldn't
make out his words.

	"Son, I ain't ever been nobody's first as far as I know and I want
to do right by you.  So, I want you to know I'll give you fair warning
before I shoot.  Now I'd be honored if the first load of man seed you ever
took was to come from me, but I got to tell you it ain't an easy thing to
do.  Well, not the first time anyways," he said seeming to search for the
right words.

	"Yes, sir," I filled in the silence.

	"I just want you to know," he continued, squeezing me to his side,
"if you decide against it I'll understand.  But I also want you to know
that it gets easier after that, to the point you end up like me, proud of
your skill in bringin' a man off."

	I felt safe and secure in his embrace and instinctively clutched at
his throbbing member.

	"I want to do right by you, too," I responded.

	He let go of my hand and I sat up.  I kicked off my shoes and he
immediately leaned forward to help me out of the pants bunched around my
ankles.  I pushed the lump of clothing off to my left with my foot and
stood.  To show my equal comfort level with him I gave him the same ass
show he had put on for me as I picked up my clothes and tossed them over
with his.

	When I turned around I saw the smiling giant lying back against the
sofa with his legs spread and his fat organ standing straight up, his plump
sac and wiry salt-and-pepper bush looking like a plush cushion tucked up
around its thick base.  I knelt between his thighs and hooked my thumb and
index finger around the base of his cock as he had done to me.  Pushing
down into his fat pad I exposed at least another inch of length.  He gently
pulled my hand away and replaced it with his, angling his dick away from
his belly.

	"This is where I get the best view," he said matter-of-factly.

	I understood immediately that in addition to giving him my first
blow job I was also to give him a good show.  I wrapped my hand around his
glorious thickness in such a way that he could see my thumb and middle
finger barely meeting on the top side of it.

	"Yes, sir," I said with a smile and proceeded to slide my lips back
down over his cock head.

	Again its rubbery firmness filled my mouth and my hard-on began
twitching uncontrollably.

	"That's it, son," he encouraged me, "Now just do what comes
natural."

	I started sucking the big knob and suddenly realized nothing could
have felt more natural to me than being on my knees between those powerful
thighs worshipping at the altar of the hulking man-mountain splayed before
me.  The harder I sucked him the harder my dick got, and the harder my dick
got the more earnestly I sucked him.

       Eager to reciprocate his amazing oral skill I started trying to
stuff his fat tool down my throat, but its tremendous thickness thwarted me
at about half of its length.  My gag reflex drove me back up his shaft till
just the head was lodged in my mouth.  I tested myself on it again but the
same result ensued.

       He seemed to sense my dilemma and reassuringly said, "Easy, son.
There's no hurry and you're doing just fine."

       Taking him at his word I backed off the head until my lips capped
only his piss hole and began darting my tongue into it, lapping hungrily at
the salty, free flowing ooze he was emitting.  I looked up to see him
smiling down on me over his kingly bulk.

       His eyes closed and the expression on his face became a mix of
appreciation and contentment.  As I gazed up over his vast, dark expanse I
realized that a man like this could never be fully pleasured in the hands
of the timid.  I knew I had to overcome my fear of my gag reflex and
started vigorously bobbing my head on the full span of what my mouth could
comfortably accommodate of his dick.

       The sudden fury of my attack brought his head up in surprise to
observe and his broad smile told me everything I needed to know.  I closed
my eyes and persisted in my frenzied pace, his moans and sighs of pleasure
making me feel like more of a man rather than less for laboring so
diligently to obtain his seed.

	I have no idea how long I kept at him this way but ultimately I was
bested once again.  My neck muscles ached and I had to stop or risk
spraining them, it seemed.  When I pulled off of him I saw no sign of his
ejaculate and I sighed in defeat.

	"Hoo-o-o-o boy!  You nearly had me there, son," he said, beaming
his warm smile as he reached down and scratched his corpulent bag, "You
rest your neck for a few minutes while I just keep my engine revved."

	I felt a huge hand on the back of my head and he guided me back
onto his dick.  He then started slowly fucking my mouth.  I immediately
gave in to him and let my neck muscles completely relax as I enjoyed the
gentle probing of his prodigious member.  Each gentle thrust seemed to make
me a little harder and I started fondling his big balls.

	After a few minutes of this he had inspired me to have another go
at him and I started bobbing my head once more.  His hand continued to lie
on the back of my head but he applied no pressure and the gentle bucking of
his hips ceased, allowing me to do all of the work for him.  He seemed to
understand the importance to me of earning his load rather than simply
receiving it from him.

	I applied the same vigor in my sucking but found that by holding my
pressure on the huge head at the bottom of each oral stroke I saved some
wear on my neck muscles.  I could also feel him swell in my mouth, which
signaled to me that I was bringing him closer each time.

	I so lost myself in my zeal to fully service such a rare specimen
of a man that it almost didn't register with me when he exclaimed, "Here I
come, son!"

	It was the vocal intensity of his orgasm that caused me to realize
what was happening and I pulled up until only the head was in my mouth.
Although I couldn't feel his load spurting into me I could feel him
throbbing and pulsing against my tongue and was aware of a salty flavor
permeating my taste buds.

	After his vocal outpouring stopped I pulled up off his dick saw
that his cock head was coated in semen.  It was at that point I started to
gag at the thought of having another man's load in my mouth.  I managed to
stifle it, though, and quickly swallowed as he looked on with obvious
pride.

	At that point I swelled with pride myself and proceeded to lick his
cock head clean.  Seeing that it was still dribbling the remnants of his
load from the wide open slit I capped him off and gently sucked until he
could stand it no longer.

	With a hardy laugh rolling up from his barrel chest he slipped his
enormous hands under my arms and effortlessly dragged me up onto his
powerful bulk and drilled his thick tongue into my mouth, swabbing it
around to taste himself in me.

	He released me and I laid my head against his firm right pec,
teasing his erect left nipple with my right hand.

	"You done it, baby!  I'm proud of you," he cooed in my ear as he
wrapped his enormous, strong arms around me and cradled me to his breast.

	My ego swelled to bursting with my newfound sense of accomplishment
and the head of my hard-on, which had nestled into the warmth of his
deflating cock and plump scrotum as he dragged me up onto him, strained
furiously against him.

	"Feels like my handsome boy here is ready for more," he said as he
easily rolled me off of him and took his place between my legs.

	I could only accommodate the incredible breadth of his mighty torso
by wrapping my legs around him.  He then dove down on my hard dick with
gusto at least equal to my own as I had sucked him.  Up and down he went,
taking me down into his throat occasionally and milking me in his
incredibly tight gullet.

	I stayed rock hard but it seemed I had no load to give up and I
started to feel bad for him working so diligently for it.  His raw sexual
energy was not to be deterred, however, and eventually emerged the victor.
Being the irresistible force he was I noisily succumbed at last to the most
painful orgasm I had ever experienced.

	It was well worth the pain, though, when I saw the contentment in
his face as my cock protruded from it.  Now, I had never been one to feel
self-conscious about my endowment.  But after having had my lips stretched
around his bulky monster, I felt a tinge of inadequacy as I noted I was
nowhere near thick enough to hide the smile on his thick, sensuous lips.
He took my dick out of his mouth and admired it continuing to smile.

	"I knew you had another one in you," he said as he slid his great
weight up onto me and buried his tongue in my mouth yet again.

	I wrapped my arms around his bull neck and clung to him like a
child as he tongue fucked my mouth.  He slipped his arms around me and
shocked me by effortlessly rising to his feet with me attached.

	He withdrew his tongue from my mouth and said, "I don't want to
press you to do anything you don't want to do, but I'd sure be a happy man
if you was to stay the night and share my bed."

	Hanging from his huge, burly frame with my still erect dick pressed
against his firm, round belly I almost came again.

	"Yes, sir...I mean, Lee," I shaot back, "I'd have to be a damn fool
not accept an invitation like that!"

	He slid one of his huge hands down to my butt and gently patted me
as he said, "You called me Lee.  I knew you'd grow into it."

	I watched the living room where he had engineered my transition
from a boy to a man disappear as he carried me to his bedroom and gently
laid me down on his bed.  When he straightened up I stared at his physical
enormity in a mixture man-lust and childlike wonder as I imagined what else
he had in store for me.



 (AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the end of part 2 but stay tuned for part 3 in
which Bull's bedroom becomes my one room school house of love.  Kindred
spirits may write to me at boyatthart@yahoo.com).