Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2016 01:25:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boyatt Hart <boyatthart@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Bulls for Damian ch 3 (Revised)

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TWO BULLS FOR DAMIAN

by Boyatt Hart


Chapter 3: The Big News

A couple of weeks passed with no further mention of a possible third from
Luther.  I knew him well enough by then to know that the thought was likely
never far from his mind since he was the one who raised the prospect.  But
I also knew better than to bring it up, that he wouldn't act on his impulse
until he was damn good and ready if at all.

A third week passed without us even getting together.  I wasn't worried
about it, he did have his straight side after all and the newfound sexual
liberty he was enjoying since the dissolution of his marriage certainly
indulged that as well.

For my money things were fine just as they were.  One or two weekends a
month getting to spend forty eight uninterrupted hours butt naked in the
company of a man I saw as my masculine ideal was more than I thought life
would ever have to offer me.  Our sex was rugged and impulsive, just like
the man who had initiated it, and its recreational benefits were richly
rewarding and long lasting between encounters.

At work we were usually all business, leaving our sex play out of our
work-a-day routine.  That Monday morning I showed up for work and we left
the office heading for his car, making our usual small talk as we walked
and giving me no warning of what was to come.  When we got in his car he
smugly cocked his head and smiled.

"I got us one," he said, slapping his big right hand on my left thigh.

"One what?" I asked.

"Dick hound," he replied, still grinning ear to ear.

"Where?  How?" I asked, hardly believing my ears.

"I went to Old Eighty Eights Saturday night and did exactly as you said,"
he replied, grabbing my left hand and placing it on the uncommonly large
lump in his right trouser leg.

"Easy, big man," I cautioned with a smile, "Don't get me worked up while
we're still in the parking garage."

"Right...sorry," he said with an almost boyish giggle.

He backed his car out and we exited the garage as I unfolded the county map
to work out our route.  We tackled the day's agenda with our usual
efficiency but Luther was noticeably walking on air the whole time.
Periodically I pressed him for details.

"So what's the place like?" I asked.

"It's a little run down and seedy...helluva piano player!  The guy who told
you about it was right.  Quite a few young guys there shopping for aged
beef and lots of old farts there, some older than me, for them to choose
from.  The old farts didn't come around too much but even a couple of them
were nice guys and chatted me up.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, I picked out a table in a well-lighted area, fairly close to the
bar, so lots of traffic.  I turned my chair out and sat down just like you
said," he reported.

"And?"

"And they started coming to me like flies to honey!" he exclaimed as though
it was beyond belief, "What that guy didn't tell you is that some of them
are pretty obviously on drugs and looking to make money to pay for them."

"No, you're right.  He didn't say anything about that."

"Skinny as rails and pretty rough edged, too.  Most of the ones who didn't
look like drug heads and looked young enough to see you as an older guy,
too, were still so skinny that a couple of guys like us might snap them
like twigs without meaning to."

"That's not good," I said in agreement, "I don't want him to be a guy like
us, but I would like him to have a little meat on his bones.  And I like
the idea that he might see us both as older men."

"Me, too.  So, about an hour in this Spanish looking kid wanders up.
Smooth olive skin.  Short, maybe five and a half feet tall if that, but
stout.  Actually I wasn't convinced it was a guy at first; black curly hair
over his ears and collar, his face looked pretty...small mouth with big
full lips," he said with a knowing grin, "pudgy little hands, a jiggle in
his chest when he walked up that I thought might be titties at first, a
soft and not very deep voice when he said hello and told me his name was
Damian.  Once I was sure it was a boy talking to me I still wasn't sure he
was legal so I asked for his ID to be safe."

"Good thinking," I said, "What did it say?"

"That it was his eighteenth birthday."

At that time my home state was still in the midst of a short-lived
experiment dropping the legal drinking age to 18.

"Did he get a look at what you're packing?"

"Couldn't keep his big, doe eyes off it!" the hulk boasted, inviting me to
give it another feel.

I couldn't resist.

"Said he had convinced his grandmother's brother to start fucking him three
years back, but that he'd been here at college on a student visa from
Mexico City for nearly a year and hadn't had his ass fucked the whole time.
So he was looking to get himself a birthday present."

"Did you give him one?"

"Don't rush me," Luther said, "He said this great uncle of his has a big
belly and a bulge in his pants, too, and that he missed him something
awful.  He asked if he could feel mine, so...."

"Sounds promising," I noted, my cock beginning to stir.

"His eyes got SO big and his hand felt SO small on my balls!  I had to lift
it off 'em real quick before he gave me a full blown hard-on for everybody
to gawk at!" he said in a voice that clearly communicated the sense of
urgency he'd felt in that moment.

"So did you give him his birthday present or not?" I asked, the suspense
killing me.

"Balls deep, sport!" he said looking very proud of himself, "He's tighter
than a rubber and softer than velvet up there!  He was a bit of a squealer,
but he took me like a champ...couldn't get enough!"

"Dammit...thanks!" I said tugging at the crotch of my slacks, "Now you've
got me hard as stone."

"Don't worry.  Let me finish.  We'll go to that park to run the numbers
this afternoon and I'll relieve you with a blow job," he promised.

"Go on then," I said, lighting up at the thought of him giving me head in
the great outdoors.

"He was so unbelievably tight that I'll bet I didn't last two or three
minutes in him before I was getting him pregnant!"

I laughed out loud at his euphemism.

"And it wasn't just his hole, I mean even his little chute was tight!  Now,
by the time he got me hard enough to pry him open a second time my edge had
dulled enough that I must have rolled my balls around on that big soft butt
of his for closer to 30!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

That image seared itself on the retina of my mind's eye!  His corpulent,
powerful build together with those enormous balls of his were a huge part
of my attraction to him.  The thought of actually getting to watch him do
to somebody else what I loved him doing to me as his fuck buddy, stuffing
me full of that painfully fat cock until he cradled my butt in the warmth
and security of that immense ball sac, almost made me cum in my pants.

"The little whelp groaned and whimpered like a girl the whole damn time I
was riding in his soft, warm saddle," he continued, "but every time I
stopped to make sure he was alright he just backed it up on my dick more
and said he was in heat...his words...and begged for more.  You're gonna
LOVE fucking this kid!"

"He sounds pretty sold on you, unc," I said cautiously, "What makes you
think he'd want me to crash his reunion?"

"That's the best part," he said, now looking supremely confident, "Said he
had never seen a dick as beautiful as mine...his words again, I
swear...that it was more than twice as big as his great uncle's and that he
wished there was two of me so he could have one just like it in his mouth
while I buttfucked him...his exact words!  Now, I'm not exactly sure what a
hard-on half the size of mine looks like, but I'm pretty damn sure it isn't
gonna look near as big as that thing of yours."

"Yeah, but I'm not exactly going to be your double, either," I pointed out.

"Trust me, you'll pass for it in his eyes," he countered, "When I pulled
out of him that second time, he rolled over and this rock hard little
pecker no bigger than this was sticking straight up."

Luther pointed at the ceiling of his car with the pinky of his huge right
hand which, though roughly the size of my index finger, still made for a
mighty small cock.  He was clearly exaggerating, but it was a pretty
effective demonstration.

"When he gets a gander at the two of us pointing our hard-ons at him all
he's gonna see is two big men with big round bellies and big hard dicks
about to make his dreams come true," he declared.

My face must have betrayed my concern about living up to being his twin.

"Listen," he continued, "when he said that about wishing there was two of
me I told him about you...how big you are, how close the size of your cock
is to mine, how big your muscles are...how sure I was that you'd like to
help him get his wish."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything because before I could finish telling him about
your muscles he wrapped one of those tiny hands around that little wiener
of his and pumped off a load that nearly hit the ceiling," he said,
bursting out in raucous laughter, "What boy doesn't love men with big
muscles?  We're gonna fuck him together, right?  I mean, I did my part,
didn't I?"

"I'd be a fool not to!" I assured him, visions of Luther's huge balls
rolling around on the boy's butt dancing in my head.

"Good!  He gave me a number to reach him at and I already tried it
yesterday just to be sure he was truthing me. I'll call him tonight and set
it up for this weekend," he said, "You'll like him, he's a good, sweet
boy...great manners!  Called me Mr. Bruchner the whole damn night...even
after he'd sucked my dick and taken it up his ass...twice...and he's dying
to know what it's like to get fucked by a strongman...his words, I swear!
A real daddy's boy!"

"I just turned 32.  He won't see me the way he does you," I objected.

"That makes you nearly twice his age, Terry...and you heard the part about
him shooting that sky high load while I was telling him about your muscles,
right?" he pointed out, "Just play 'em up while you fuck him and he'll be
all over you.  I mean don't be rough on him or anything...he's as sweet and
adoring as a little puppy dog."

"Luther, everything I know about fucking I've learned from you, so you know
he'll be in caring hands," I assured him with a smile.

"You know, I never thought about that before but I guess you're right," he
said looking pleased, "Looks like he really will get his wish, then...two
of me, I mean."

"As close as he'll ever get anyway," I confirmed, completely flattered by
his observation, "Count me in."

"I knew you wouldn't let me down, sport!" he said and slapped my knee.

Conversation went quiet as we worked our way on through our list.

"One more stop and then we can get lunch and head to the park," he stated

"Sounds great!" I shot back, tingling at the thought.

"And since you've pointed out that making you cum is basically making me
cum I know exactly what you're going to be in for when I take care of that
hard-on there.  After all, nobody knows what gets my nut better than me,"
he said with a grin as he laid a hand on the hardness straining in my
slacks and lightly gave it an anxious rub.

Hormones went off like fireworks in my head.

"I'm looking forward to that...Mr. Bruchner."

He laughed at my Damianism as we pulled up to our last stop before lunch.

Afterward we went to his favorite barbecue house and celebrated him finding
Damian with a huge meal, cutting up a little more than usual in unspoken
expectation of the weekend ahead.  The proprietor was a big man in his
sixties, taller than me and bigger around the middle even than Luther,
hairy as all get out, but not built the same at all.  His enormity was
almost all blubber that looked like an awful burden to have to carry around
all the time.  But he was a back-slapping, friendly sort who I really liked
and who'd known Luther for years.  He always pulled up a chair to join us
any time business was slow enough to allow him and that day was no
exception.

"How you boys doing today?" he asked with a beautiful, broad smile, "Mighty
giddy grin there, Terry.  Getting laid tonight?"

We laughed.  He was eerily spot-on in detecting my anticipation for all the
sexual adventure that lay ahead of me.  So to deflect attention I played
right along to move the conversation forward to a new topic by telling him
he must be psychic.  It was a splendid feast and we left quietly belching
with our ample bellies stuffed full.

Once at the park we bore down and ran our numbers in record time.  It was
located in an area so isolated that I had never seen another car or visitor
of any kind.  I never knew how Luther came to know of it and never even
thought to ask.

Its few covered picnic tables were sparsely populated enough to have
afforded a fair amount of privacy for multiple users once upon a time, but
it definitely had an abandoned feel to it by the time I came on staff at
our office.  The benches and tables were so weatherworn and splintery that
whenever we stopped there to work our cards Luther always pulled out a
vinyl table cloth to cover our work surface and a blanket for the bench to
protect our butts.

"Alright, a promise is a promise," Luther said repacking his briefcase,
"Get up."

I did as told and watched as he folded the blanket.  I saw what his plan
was and moved the bench well out of the way for him as he laid the blanket
on the cement pad where the bench had been.

He sat on the relocated bench to take his shoes off then got down on his
knees on the blanket.  He motioned me over to stand between him and the
picnic table.  I slowly took my place.

He locked eyes with me over the crest of my belly.  Luther had a sometimes
serious 'game face' during sex and as I looked down at him that was
unmistakably the one I saw gazing back up at me.

He unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and unfastened the waistband of my
slacks.  The next thing I knew they along with my briefs were down around
my knees and a rush of spring air refreshed my sagging balls as my hard-on
bobbed in his fatherly face.

Still gazing up at me he opened his mouth wide and slowly sank down on my
cock until the head was firmly lodged in the back of his throat.  He
cinched his lips around my thick stalk with suction and began slowly
bobbing, building steam until he was at last pounding his gullet on my
knob.

My knees went weak and I sat my bare butt down on the vinyl cloth that
covered the edge of the table, then rested back on my hands to enjoy the
show secure in the knowledge we would remain undisturbed as he worked his
magic.  The rapid growth in his cock sucking skill, once he came to fully
accept our sexual escapades as a masculine enterprise, amazed me.

"You taste like a man!" he briefly paused to say before resuming his
assault.

I started unbuttoning my shirt to expose my big, fuzzy belly for him.  His
enormous hands were all over it before I could finish.

"M-m-m-m-m-m" he sighed as he pressed his fingers into it, his mouth still
full.

I knew my scent had to be strong as much pre-cum as I had leaked hearing
his tale of meeting and fucking young Damian, but it had been his idea to
do this and I was going to stall cumming as long as possible given the
great job he was doing.  Our noise level as he labored on me grew to a
shameless volume and his focused expression made the burly giant look like
the most beautiful creature on earth to me in that moment.

His stamina stretched on seemingly forever as he wailed away on me.  I
don't know why I was taking so long to reach the precipice with all the
visual, auditory and olfactory stimulation around me, but I found myself
beginning to wonder if I would be able to offer up my reward for his
stellar effort.  Then I saw him turn his gaze up to me once more, the
strain of his endeavor clearly showing in his manly, determined face.
Suddenly I felt my balls start to tighten up.  He sensed he was succeeding
and doubled down, closing his eyes.

I rose to my feet causing him to gag on me without missing a powerful
stroke and surprised even myself when I suddenly reached out, taking him
tightly by the ears and pumping my rock hard dick into his sucking mouth a
few times before spurting it full of the biggest load I could remember
shooting.  When the high of my orgasm subsided I released my grip on the
behemoth.

A bit of my seed ran down his chin from the corner of his cock stuffed
mouth onto my hairy balls and he quickly lapped it off them without losing
a drop more.  He rose to his feet, brimming with pride as he showed me the
copious catch on his tongue, then proceeded to take my face in his massive
hands and give me a deep kiss so we could share it.

"Trust me," he said, breaking our kiss and letting his hands run down my
sides to pat my hips, "that boy's gonna love getting on the business end of
you, sport!"

"I must admit you got me more than a little worked up about it," I joked,
but still feeling proud that I'd found the confidence to assert myself for
him at the big finish as a man worthy to receive such a submissive act from
a man of his unsurpassed caliber in my eyes.

"We're all gonna have a great time...you'll see!" he exclaimed, "I can't
wait to see you light that boy up!"

He stepped back from me and I saw his bulky hard-on straining against his
trouser leg.

"Wow, Luther!  You look a little worked up yourself there!" I exclaimed.

"All for you, big man," he mimicked me with a wink.

"Let me take care of that for you," I said, reaching out and tracing my
hand over his bloated organ.

"No time, sport," he said without a hint of regret, "We're risking being
late as it is, as long as it took you to get that big ol' nut."

"Sorry 'bout that," I said.

"No problem," he assured me, "I couldn't respect you if you didn't make me
give you my best for a load that size. But we'll have to take a rain check
on you returning the favor."

I set about putting myself back together as he picked up after us.  Once
back in his car he pulled out a stick of gum for each of us to mask our
breaths with.  After a brief silence while we chewed them soft he looked at
me and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"You might have learned everything you know about fucking from me...but
I've learned everything I know about sucking from you, sport!" he beamed.

"Damn, Luther...you're definitely an 'A' student!" I confirmed with a
laugh.

He took my left hand by the wrist and placed it on his corpulent bulge,
flaccid again by that time, then placed his own paw back on my package and
gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"You know, sport, if any man but you ever tried doing to me what you just
did...holding me by the ears like that while you fucked my mouth...I'd have
to crush him into a fine powder."

"I don't doubt that one bit," I concurred, sinking my fingers into the big
wad of cock and balls upon which my hand still rested.

"What is it about you?" he wondered aloud to himself, shaking his head as
he put the car in gear and took off for the office.


(I hope you're enjoying yourself.  To be continued as time permits.)