Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 14:26:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex-Ed 101 with Bull (part 5)

I had a request for more of this story and I want to thank John for
reminding me why I started writing it to begin with.

All the usual disclaimers apply.  Please don't steal this story off of
Nifty.  Enjoy it if it's your cup of tea.  If not, move along.


		       SEX-ED 101 WITH BULL (part 5)
			      by Boyatt Hart


	I got home late that morning with all of the previous night's
adventures replaying in my mind in vivid technicolor and my asshole still
tingling from the gentle probing of Bull's massive dick that had started my
day.  I couldn't help feeling it was less the start of a new day so much as
the start of a new life; a new life it seemed that I owed all to my
immense, burly knight in black, shining armor.  I tried to envision the
heartwarming smile beaming from his round, manly, strong-jawed face but
began to panic when I realized I couldn't get the picture quite right.  I
wanted to go running back to him immediately to fix it and let him still my
fears again, but chose instead to resist my insecurity and obey his
instructions.

	With sadness I stepped into the shower and began to rinse away the
pungent odors of our intermingled sweat, anal juice and semen, the
combination of which had taken on the pleasing aroma of some exquisite and
expensive aftershave to me by the time I had reached my apartment.  But it
was his command that we be clean when our adventure resumed that night and
I thought it important to be a blank canvas upon which he could continue to
apply his unique artistry.

	Once cleaned I looked for routine chores to occupy my mind until a
respectable departure time for the Pines arrived.  However, so much had
changed in my life in so few hours' time my that heart, mind and
imagination were racing at land speed record pace.  How can relief and
anxiety co-exist within a single thought?  I couldn't explain it but the
experience was all too real.  I was relieved that such a stunningly
masculine man had entered my life to rescue me from my confusion and, yet,
anxious that perhaps it had all merely been an act on his part.  What if I
showed up and he wasn't there?...or worse, that he would be regaling his
rough hewn friends with the story of the man-sex-virgin boy he had
practically had to babysit last night?

	Hours passed as I flipped back and forth between these two
extremes.  At times I was packing my things for the proper overnight he
said he expected and when not doing that I was fighting the temptation to
unpack it.  Morning had faded to afternoon and now afternoon was fading to
early evening.  I was a nervous wreck by the time I committed to following
through on the promise I had made him.

	I started my car and began the lengthy journey back to the middle
of nowhere, hoping with all my heart it would continue as my oasis of
everything I desired.  One vision I couldn't get wrong was of huge, round
and densely muscled Lee in his casual nakedness.  My heart pounded and I
sprang uncontrollably erect at the prospect that it could all play out
again that night and into Sunday.

	As I approached the Pines I heaved a momentary sigh of relief upon
spotting Lee's truck.  I pulled in next to it and sat just staring at it,
screwing up the courage to go inside and find out what the night held in
store for me.

	When I walked in I saw the same few people I had encountered the
night before and there at the bar sat Lee dressed exactly the same, except
the jumpsuit was a light tan.  He was looking down, lost in thought, and
the fingers of both his paw-like hands rapped the sides of his beer bottle
causing his thick, muscular forearms to ripple like waves.

	"Hi, Lee," I tentatively proffered.

	To my great relief he lit up at the sound of my voice and rose to
his feet to greet me, beamimg that smile I'd had such a hard time
envisioning earlier that day.

	"Come!  Come!" he implored, "Let's get a table and talk in
private!"

	Sidling up to one of the several vacant tables at that early hour
he even pulled a chair out for me.  As we seated ourselves I noticed the
whiteness of his teeth contrasted with the darkness of his complexion as he
continued to flash that totally disarming smile.

	"I knew you wouldn't let me down, son!" he said in an excited
half-whisper.

	"I was worried all day that maybe last night had only been a
dream," I confessed, "I'm so glad you're here!"

	"Me too!" he sighed, heaving that vast chest so as to strain the
flimsy fabric that concealed it, "I'll tell Mark to get along without me
tonight and we can go straight to my house for some real fun."

	My already hard dick twitched at the suggestion as I watched him
saunter over to the bar exuding the confidence that I had fallen so hard
for the previous night.  I saw Mark pat Lee's shoulder and heard him say
something to the effect that the Pines would make out just fine, that he
was entitled to go have a little fun.  He turned from Lee and waved me
goodbye, giving me a knowing wink.

	We pulled up at Lee's house and, dropping my overnight bag to the
floor, quickly made our way to the couch.  He pulled me onto his lap like I
was a mere child and pressed my face to his, me grinding my butt against
his already turgid member as he proceeded to stuff his tongue in my waiting
mouth.  The sensation was every bit as electrifying as it had been 24 hours
before.

	"You're dick is huge!" I blurted out as soon as he released me.

	Lee laughed and said, "And if'n I don't let him loose from these
pants I'm afraid he's liable to rip 'em open!"

	I scrambled off of his corpulent bulk and eagerly helped him work
it out of his fly.  Once again the sight of his beefy monster triggered my
childlike fascination with it as I observed the way the gaping urethra that
bisected the tip of his bulky glans barely managed to peer out from his
soft, ample foreskin, like a pair of twins crowning simultaneously during
birth.

	Hungering for his taste I quickly slid my lips over the hooded
head, teasing the soft foreskin that ringed the bulbous tip of his blunt
instrument.  I managed to slip my tongue inside his velvety sheath and
trace the voluptuous contours of his firm, bulky glans.  A deep, lusty
groan reverberated up from his massive chest.

	"That's it, son, just..." he started.

	I pulled up off of his magnificent member grinning ear to ear and
said, "I know, just do what comes natural."

	The giant laughed as he smiled down on me then laid a hand on the
back of my head and guided me back onto the head of his dick saying, "Don't
get smart."

	His huge, round belly shook beneath me as he continued chuckling to
himself while I labored to please him.  I couldn't have been any more
content in that moment and nothing could have felt more natural than the
act I was lovingly performing on him.  His happiness was all I could think
of and I knew there were no limits to what I willing to do in order for him
to achieve it.

	Lee watched with pride as I sucked, licked, kissed and squeezed the
unwieldy beast that towered from his open fly.

	"You really love that big ol' ugly thing, don't you," he commented.

	I grunted my agreement, not wanting to remove it from my mouth, and
ran my free hand up over his tree trunk sized thigh to caress the massive
bulge in his trouser leg that was his enormous ball sac.  I gently squeezed
that almost pillow-sized lump and sighed in contentment again.

	He laid one of his huge sinewy paws over my hand as it squeezed his
balls and the other on my head, mussing my hair as he said, "How on earth
did a fat old man like me ever find a young fella like you to do this
with?"

	I assumed the question was rhetorical but I pulled off of his
succulent cock, pressing my lips to his leaking cum spout in a reverent
kiss, then looked up into his eyes as I said, "That makes two of us.  I've
been having the same kind of thoughts all day."
	My black behemoth once again displayed his incomprehensible
strength by effortlessly pulling me up onto his powerful bulk and
proceeding to tongue fuck my mouth till I thought I might pass out from the
intensity of his passion.

	Then, seemingly in one swift and graceful motion, he stood me
between his powerful legs, undid my pants, yanked them down to my knees,
swallowed my entire 7 x 5 inch dick as quickly as it sprang free and set my
balls dancing against his darting tongue.  I was overwhelmed by ecstatic
awe at his lustful vigor and commanding sexual skill.

I placed my hands on his head, noticing how tiny he made them look, and
started slowly fucking his gripping throat, enjoying the feel of my balls
on his chin.  There was no need for me worry that he might choke from lack
of air as he quickly brought me to one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever
felt and had me pumping a load down his throat so copious in size that I
could feel the strain of it in my balls.

My knees were so weak at the completion of his masterful display that when
he removed himself from my hard-on I collapsed into his burly girth,
completely spent.  His firm belly shook in laughter beneath me again and he
enfolded me in his powerful arms as I nuzzled my face into the manly jowls
that wreathed his ruggedly handsome face.

"Teach me," I whispered in his ear.

"What?" he asked, clearly a bit confused by my request.

"I want to be as good at sex as you are.  Please, teach me," I said.

He lifted me up and turned me to him with me sitting on his knee, once more
feeling like a child in his manly presence.  His expression was more
serious than I had seen in our brief time together as he said,

"Son, whatever I am as far as man-sex goes has been years in the making.  I
don't expect you to be me.  I'm just fine with you being you.  But I'll
tell you again, and I've really already told you everything I know about
it.  I am what I am when I'm fuckin' 'cause I ain't the least bit ashamed
of what I like about being with another man.  I do whatever feels
natural...and right.  Ain't no law that says good clean fun can't get you
mighty messy.  So, don't never let nobody make you ashamed of what you
love.  Just let your heart be your guide and it'll lead you to the man you
want to be when it comes to fuckin'.  And that's the whole story.  Just
follow your heart and your instinct."

I finally got the message he'd been trying to share with me all along.  I
tried to let him know it by wrapping my arms around his incredibly thick
neck and pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss, tongue fucking his
mouth as forcefully as I could manage.

"Yeah...like that...whew!" he sighed with a knowing smile and a sparkle in
his eyes as I released him.

"Now, let's go get nekkid, son!" he exclaimed.

He helped me to my feet then energetically rose to his and, taking my by
the hand, led me back to the bedroom.


(AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always, if big men are your thing I promise not to
disappoint.  I also promise not to leave you hanging for a conclusion this
time.  Thanks again, John.  Kindred spirits may write to me at
boyatthart@yahoo.com)