Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 01:47:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Gay Bulls

				 GAY BULLS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "About time you got up." Mom grumbled as I made it to the breakfast
table.
     "Aw, come on, Ma!" I said as I sat down. "It's only nine-fifteen."
     "I've been up since seven." Mom replied virtuously, making it sound
like the crack of dawn. "Got to keep busy if you want to keep a farm."
     "I thought that was why you hired Bull." I pointed out.
     "Bull can't do everything." Mom said. "And I expect you to pitch in
and help, you know."
     "I know." I said. "And I'm up, aren't I?"
     "I swear, ever since you turned thirteen, you've been completely
unmanageable." Mom grumped as she fixed my eggs and heated up the bacon for
me. I didn't argue with her; an old argument. There was toast already on
the table, cold but I wasn't fussy. She set the plate on the table before
me and I dug in. Mom kept gabbling as I ate and ended with the same lament
she started with about my having had the gall to turn into a teenager on
her, and thus destroying the innocent infant I used to be by going through
puberty on her.
     "I'll be fifteen next February." I said. "Another three or four years,
I'll be out of here and you won't have to manage me any more."
     "Don't remind me." Mom said as she took my plate. "Now go make
yourself useful and help Bull. He's out by the cattle pens, I think."
     "So I'll go help him." I agreed and took off, more to get away from
her than anything else. Mom's not a bad person, but her idea of handling me
is to nag, nag, nag. It gets old, you know?
     Bull was hanging on the fence of the smaller cattle pen. We had two,
one held like a hundred or so cows and we only used it for when we had to
vaccinate them or something. The other was where Bull was, about fifty feet
by fifty feet. It held two cows, a cow and a bull, I should say. They
weren't doing much, and neither was Bull.
     I climbed up on the fence beside him. "Morning, Bull." I said to him.
     "Morning, Jack." Bull was in many ways the stereotypical
cowboy. Large, strong, lean-hipped, with brawny arms tanned brown by the
sun, sharp cheeks lined with the sun and wind and snow and rain of many
years outdoors in all weathers, wearing a battered white cowboy hat, a
weathered white cowboy shirt, and faded pale-blue Wranglers, the only new
things on him were his shiny-silver buckle on his belt (he'd won it at a
rodeo the month before) and his boots, cowboy boots of course, tipped with
silver and decorated with holes and curlicues all over it. He'd spent the
money he won along with that buckle on those boots, I think.
     "What you doing here?"
     He gestured. "Millie's ready to be freshened." he said. Millie was the
female cow in the pen. "So I brought in Chester to freshen her." Chester
was the bull, a new bull barely past puberty, like me.
     "Why not Hugo?" I asked. Hugo was our prize bull, we'd had him for
about three years and a large, beautiful animal he was. Chester was one of
his calves, by another cow than Millie, of course.
     "I wanted to find out something about Chester." Bull said.
     I looked at them. "He doesn't seem interested in Millie." I said.
     "He isn't. But he's able to. I seen him in the pasture the other day
in fact, mounting one of the others."
     "Oh." I said. "So, what are you trying to find out."
     He looked at me, and grinned, a rough, impudent sort of grin. "To find
out if he'd mount a cow that was female."
     "Uh...so you saw him in the pasture mounting...."
     "One of the other young bulls." Bull agreed.
     "So Chester is a...a gay bull?"
     Bull nodded, still grinning a little too much. "Sometimes a bull is
gay. Same as people, you know."
     "I know." I said. "So what do we do about Chester?"
     "We sell him." Bull said. "Let some other poor sucker find out the
bull doesn't bat for the right team."
     "Says you." I said without thinking. I was thinking, Chester wasn't
the only gay mammal in this area. Like I said to Mom, another three or four
years, I'd clear out and never, never come back. No reason to declare
yourself an openly gay teenage boy in a place like this. In the city, I'd
find other gay men to be with, to help me out, to help out, to love.... On
a ranch in the middle of a sparsely populated valley, it was suicide, you'd
be all alone.
     I looked at Bull, to see him looking at me with a look that, well,
that said it all. He'd heard, he'd understood, he'd figured it out. "You
don't say."
     "Say what?" I prayed for ignorance despite the evidence.
     "Say you got yourself a bit in common with young Chester?"
     And something inside me just got tired. You know, you pretend to look
at girls, you pretend to stare at the pictures of naked women the other
boys show you, and you pretend to think you want to stick it in
her. Pretend, pretend, pretend, and it goes on and on and you just...get
tired. "So what if I do?" I said, looking right back at him, straight in
the eye. "Sometimes, you just turn out that way, you know?"
     And Bull looked away from me. "Let's go into the barn."
     "What for?" I wanted to know.
     "Something I need to show you."
     Puzzled, I followed him around the cattle pen to the barn on the other
side of it. Not much in there, this time of year. Our hay barn was on the
other side of the farm, this was a smaller, older barn we used to keep bags
of feed and harnesses and plows and the tractor and a riding lawn mower,
stuff like that. I went inside, but didn't see anything out of the
ordinary. "Okay, so what did you want to show me?"
     Bull closed the door, which left us in shadow but no worse, this old
barn wasn't all that weatherproof. Small spaces had been left in all the
boards of the walls, leaving sharp lines of gold sunlight reaching through
the eastern wall and covering half the floor. He walked over to me. "This
is what I wanted to show you." And while I stood there, dumbfounded, he
took me in his arms and he gave me a kiss.
     I don't mean he gave me a peck on the cheek, or a quick smack on the
lips. I mean he took me in his arms, his lips pressed up against mine and
they held! One hand held my back firmly, the other one roamed down the
small of my back onto my butt and he pulled me to him with that huge paw
and my groin collided with his, and the bump I felt in there wasn't his
jeans' buttons!
     I struggled a bit at first, then I kind of melted into them. Hell,
Bull had been the main player in my fantasies for two years, and can you
blame me? The only reason he hadn't starred in them earlier was that he'd
only been working for us for two years! I was like a foot shorter than him
and about half his mass, but I felt every inch a man in that moment! I'd
dreamed of kissing another man, kissing a hunk like Bull, for years, now I
was doing it! And it felt just as great as I'd always figured it would!
     It went on a while, but it still stopped before I wanted it to. He
released me, and he said, "That was what I wanted to show you. So, what do
you think of it?"
     I lunged at him and this time I kissed him and he chuckled through our
mashed lips and both hands went to my butt-cheeks and he nearly lifted me
off the ground, and that salami in his pants was bigger and harder than
ever. I rubbed that salami with my own erection while we kissed and he
lowered me after a time, and I let him go, partially, just our arms held
with each other's hands.
     "I take it that means yes?" Bull asked me.
     "You bet!" I enthused and he smiled again. "But...I don't know how."
     "I know that." Bull said. "I was the same way when I was your
age. Then, when I was sixteen, the man on the neighboring ranch taught me
what to do."
     "So teach me!" I begged him.
     He pulled me to him but instead of another kiss, this time his hand
went up to my hair. "I reckon the first thing is to teach you how to suck a
cock."
     "Yeah!" I agreed. "So what do I do first?"
     "I'll show you."
     He guided me to the bags of feed piled against one wall and I figured
when he had me sit down on them that he'd want me to suck him. But instead,
he pushed me back to where I was semi-lying and proceeded to unfasten and
unzip my pants. I got a heck of a hardon when he did that, but he peeled
down my pants and then lifted my briefs out over my erection and skinned
them down after them. My t-shirt was down to just above my navel and I'd
left my long-sleeve shirt unbuttoned (you don't wear short-sleeved shirts
much on a ranch; you may have to do some dirty work that requires sleeves),
so my body was exposed from waist to below my knees, and my cock with its
light dusting of pubic hair was free for his taking. I didn't have much of
a cock, frankly, five inches when hard, not enough to be ashamed of,
exactly, but nothing to brag about, either.
     But Bull knelt down on one knee, making him look like some kind of
marble sculpture come to life (I'd spent a lot of time in the library
looking at Greek statuary of nude men, the closest thing to gay porn I'd
yet found), a crouch a lot like the top one of those Greek wrestlers in
that one statue, with his slender waist and lithe legs and broad-chested
torso, and when he leaned on over and his tongue snaked out and touched the
tip of my cockhead, I just about passed out! At last, at last! A touch of
soft wetness on my glans and I was in ecstasy! Bull followed it with the
rest of his mouth, and it was like the light of dawn being followed by the
sun and full daylight! My whole cock was covered, swallowed up in moist
delight, my body shook and shivered in near-climactic bliss, and I moaned.
     "Whoa, now, slow down, partner." Bull drawled to me. "You want this to
last a little while, don't you?"
     "Yeah!" I whimpered. "It just feels so good, though!"
     He smiled. "I know. But I got to teach you how it's done. You get your
mouth full of saliva, so it'll slide up and down smoothly, and your lips
are what you use, that and a little of your tongue and you take it as far
down as you can comfortably. Try to learn to swallow it all down, then grip
with your lips as you pull back up again. Like this." And Bull devoured me
again to the base (no major feat with our respective sizes and my own cock
size), and with me moaning the entire time, he held onto my cockbase and
slid his head back up. My cock-skin slithered up and over my glans as he
rose, delight traveling in its wake and when he rose all the way up to my
glans' flare, he stopped, released his hold and the skin fell back and he
sunk down to the base again.
     Up and down, up and down, slowly at first and then faster, faster. I
was on the very drink of orgasm, moaning and writhing under him, but a part
of me wanted it to last and that part somehow held me back, letting me stay
in my ecstatic state, worming and grunting. My hips started thrusting
upwards like it was on automatic, but Bull seemed to expect that, he let
them do part of the work for him, matching my thrusts and using his tongue
more as he was freed from the effort of bobbing up and down, and I was
thrown into a new level of delight, one that overwhelmed that bit of
control I'd found entirely, I was lost and I moaned out, "Oh, oh, Bull, I'm
coming, I'm coming, UH, UH-HUH-HUH-UH, GUH-HUH!"
     I sprayed my wads in what felt like the biggest load I'd ever creamed,
like I was emptying my entire ballsac with the spurts, and Bull grunted,
sucked at me hungrily, drinking me down as fast as I could blow it into
him. I bucked like a wild stallion being ridden for the first time with
fireworks exploding in my brain and when I finally slumped down after,
deliriously exhausted, Bull sucked the final few pearls of jizz out of my
cock and rose up, wiped his lips with the back of one sleeve as I looked at
him, still looking incredibly macho and male, even though he'd just sucked
my cock, and I knew then that there was nothing feminine about sucking
another man's cock, it was the most totally male thing you could do,
matching another man in the complete sharing of each other's bodies. All my
fears and ambiguities about myself vanished like so much mist in the
sunlight of that dawning experience, and I felt at peace in a way I hadn't
since my first sexual stirrings had come along, and I had realized that
they didn't aim the way they were supposedly supposed to aim, at
women. Bull had entered my life a year later and formed the focus and
now...he was with me.
     "That's what you do." Bull said to me. "You want to try it for
yourself now?"
     I panted, gulped hard to catch my breath and said, "Yeah, I do."
     Bull smiled in that so-male way he had, and rose to his feet, his
hands went to his pants, undid that huge rodeo-winner buckle and then
worked the metal buttons on his fly. Those pants knew his body so well they
were like painted on him, but as he undid them, the white cotton of his
jockstrap showed under it. Until that moment, I'd never known he wore
jockstraps, even. Never seen enough of him unclothed to see that. He
shucked his jeans down to mid-thigh and then snaffled his jock down after
them.
     His cock uncoiled from that nest of jockstrap like a cobra uncoiled
from its nest in a fakir's basket, first stretching down after its former
home, then when it was at full length, nearly to his knees, it seemed to my
virgin eyes (I realized later it feel short by several inches in doing
that), then it jerked and rose upwards, filling slowly like a balloon on a
helium tank, rising to form an arc of raw, naked maleness, a human scimitar
of lustful flesh, thicker than a banana if shaped in the same basic form
and proportions.
     I got up and he lay down where I'd been, the only seatable position on
that pile of feed. His cock bobbed over to point at his face, dancing over
the thick bush of his pubic hair, the same brown as was on his head, but
even darker and heavily kinked, above this brushy pile of hair, his glans
hissed its dance of seduction as it released a tongue of clear precome that
slid out and formed a rope with a globe on its end that drooped down to
splash into the tangle of fur at its base.
     "What are you waiting for?" Bull asked and I realized I'd been just
standing there, staring at it. I shook myself, and knelt down like he had,
only realizing then I hadn't even pulled my own pants back up. Too late,
don't worry about it. Bull's cock waited.
     I took it in one hand and bent it down towards me. The glans was
shaped like the tip of a mushroom, the tip much smaller than the flare, and
that strand of clear precome was shining like an arrow pointing the way to
the slit. I reached out with my tongue like Bull had, tasted the glans, and
the hot saltiness of the precome was nectar to my tastebuds. Bull sighed
when I touched his cockhead, and that emboldened me to try to stuff it into
my mouth. I pushed it in, found it hot, spongy and dry.
     "Spit, kid, you need spit on it." Bull reminded me.
     "Oh!" I backed up and worked up my mouth best I could. I wasn't
notably successful. No experience, but I got some in my mouth and went back
down.
     "Watch the teeth, use your lips and only take what you're ready to
take." Bull reminded me of my lessons. I did as he said, my lips formed a
shield for my teeth as I slid the huge prod into my mouth and my spit began
to form naturally at the meaty, male taste of the cock on my tongue. I got
a good bit of it into my mouth, it was pushing against the back of my
throat and making me gag, when I stopped. I started to pull off, remembered
what else he'd said, gripped the cock tight with my lips and resuming
pulling. The skin of his shaft wrinkled and bulged in my mouth as I slid up
on the prong, and Bull sighed again, the total sigh of contentment of a hot
man enjoying himself in his pleasure. I went down again, forgetting to let
go, but Bull didn't complain as I moved my head up and down, taking his
shaft-skin with me on the trip. His cock wept a lot more and I had the
heavy, salty fluid flowing on my tongue, making my mouth ever more moist,
the result was that I could fit the cock further and further down my mouth
and throat, and my gag reflex was relaxing with the repeated
insertions/withdrawals, and Bull was grunting and moaning in a very
flattering way. In fact, I was doing pretty well and only had one problem.
     I was getting awfully tired! I was using muscles in ways I never had
before, and the speed that made Bull moan was just too hectic to keep up. I
tried, but I was losing the initial smooth tempo I'd had and it was
showing. Bull finally ended my agony by grasping my head and lifting my
eyes up to meet his. "Getting tired?"
     "A little."
     "Don't worry, you get better at it. Want to try another lesson, then?"
     "What's that?"
     "I could teach you how to fuck."
     "Sure!" I beamed widely.
     Bull cocked his head to one side. "You sure? I mean, it can hurt a lot
the first few times. And I'm not exactly tiny down there, you know."
     "I don't care." I said blithely. "What do we do?"
     "First, you need to get my cock lubed up and I mean good." Bull
cautioned me. "We ought to have something to grease me up, but your spit
will do if you'll use a lot of it."
     "Okay." Licking his cock wasn't as painful as the rest of it, my
tongue hadn't worked as much as the rest of my head. I lathered him up with
all the eagerness of a novice with no clue as to what they were getting
into, for I certainly hadn't. When your only experience with gay sex is a
few bad jokes, a few sexual innuendos and a lot of fantasizing, there's
lots of room for misunderstanding.
     But I greased him up until his entire shaft was a solid, gleaming,
vaguely grayish mass of saliva-coated dong, and Buck gasped, panting hard
in his ardor (having a teenaged boy licking hungrily at his pud must have
been driving him wild in its own way), said, "That ought to do it. Now
let's change places, and quickly, before it all dries out on us."
     So we did, and I was scooted down and my shoes and jeans were stripped
from me, leaving me with only socks below the waist. And then he pressed
the head of his cock in between my legs and I felt it contact my asshole. I
gasped. The slight pressure he was putting on it was enough to make it feel
tender!
     Bull stopped and looked at me, his face contorted with his desire but
his humanity winning out over the passion. "You change your mind?"
     "No." I gasped. "But take it easy."
     "I take it too easy, it'll dry out on us." Bull said. "But I'll try."
     He pushed into me, gently as he promised, but it was still an awful
lot to take. "You have to relax." he panted. "It's going to hurt, but try
to relax, okay?" And he pushed at me some more.
     All of a sudden, the head of it popped into me. I gasped, it felt like
he'd shoved an apple in there! Bull held still while I wiggled, letting me
get the feel of it. After a time, my ass kind of...gurgled...and there was
a relaxation. I felt it, and so did Bull. "That's the way." he said to
me. "Now just keep doing like that while I push it on in."
     What I did? I had no idea what I'd done and how to do it again! But
his cock was pushing into me and the worst of it was over. I think he was
still ripping me some, but the nerves in your body that give you pain were
past, there was nothing to feel in that. There was a sense of tightness,
each time, Bull stopped and let me relax, it did each time, and he pushed
in more.
     "You got it, kid." he panted after a time. "That's all I need to work
with. You can try for the rest of it the next time if you want."
     More? There was more?
     "I'll just fuck you with this much." Bull continued. "I'll go easy at
first." He did, slow, gentle motions of his hips sent his cock in and out
of me. I winced at first, but that ended soon. And there was
this...place...inside of me that his cock was making feel awful good.
     I held onto his broad back as he pushed in and pulled out of
me. Looked up into his face, softened by passion, reddened by his ecstasy,
he was sweating but even that was exciting to me. I had this big, strong,
handsome, passionate man on top of me and he was thrusting his manhood, his
virility, his COCK, into me. At last, at last! I had it at last! All the
pain was gone, I felt only pleasure at his plunges of his dong into my
body. My own cock rose up again, the unending horniness of young manhood,
it can't be extinguished, it can only be released, the level of need
diminished enough to allow more to enter. And my cock was more than ready
to blow another load, especially when brought on by the thrusts of the
horny man on top of me, my first, my very first, and it was the object of
my desire, not some nameless pickup in a bar like I'd expected, but Bull,
the very one, yeah, yeah, YEAH!
     "Yeah, yeah, good, yeah, uh, yeah, uh!" I began to moan. "Faster,
yeah, faster!" I'd read that in a book in a bookstore, the adult rack, just
a couple of pages before I got caught and chased out, barely able to keep
the owner from seeing which book I'd gotten (if I had, I amended, I'd never
gone back in there), and it was what I wanted to say, I wanted more of
this, more, all of it, I wanted his entire cock in me! "Give it to me, give
it all to me, please, Bull, harder, harder, yeah, uh, ah, ah, ah!"
     "Yeah, Jack, yeah!" Bull grunted. "Hot kid, I knew you were hot for me
when I saw you, you know, that first day I saw you, only thirteen but you
wanted me, I knew it, all I had to do was wait, God, yeah, yeah!"
     "Yes, ever since then!" I sobbed. "All that time, I wanted you, want
you now, come on, fuck me now, fuck me!"
     "Yeah, oh, God, yeah, I'm about to come, Jack, I'm about to come! Fill
you full of my come, Jack, how do you feel about that, huh?"
     "I want it, all of it, come on, shoot it in me, shoot it in me, hard,
hard, hard!"
     "Uh, yeah, uh, ah, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH!"
     "Shoot it, Bull, shoot it, shoot it!"
     "AH-AH-AH-AH-GAH-HNNNNNNHHHH!" Bull threw back his head, his teeth
clenched tight, and that moan was all that came out as he thrust in deep
and there he blew his load! I felt it, even deep inside me, felt the hot,
stinging juiciness of it, looking at the hot, red flush that had flooded
Bull's face, and I knew I'd brought this huge bull of man to his climax and
I moaned myself, threw my own head back, closed my eyes, and sprayed Bull's
stomach and shirt with my own second load of jizz. It splattered him,
splashed back down onto me, and we were locked together in our ecstasy, our
cocks ejaculating hard and I felt his pulsing inside of me, my own jerking
as it unloaded onto both of us, and then Bull was done, and he slumped onto
me, his weight pressing us tight, and my last dregs of spunk were squirped
into the narrow slot between my cockhead and our bodies, and my sperm
cemented us together, Bull's sweat pouring out and dripping onto me like
the hot rain of the jungle where the human race first sprang. And he
sleepily, groggily kissed my neck and raised his weight off of me, and I
stroked his back and felt a kinship with him, with all of mankind, gay and
straight, for no matter how we reached this moment, we had the sameness
that bound us inexoriably and imperviously together.
     "Man, that was hot." I said when my own breath came back. "So hot!"
     "You were hot, kid." Bull agreed. "I knew you would be, but even
so...damn! Like to wore me out!"
     "You weren't so bad yourself." I said. "And we can do it again soon as
you're ready."
     "Kid, kid, I got to get some work done, you know?" Bull pulled off of
me, and I regretfully felt him yank his pud out of my ass, a rush of his
jism flowed after it.
     "I'll help you, you'll get done quicker." I said as I got to my own
feet and retrieved my pants. Bull only had to pull up and fasten, he was
done much quicker than I was.
     "First, I got to do something about Chester." Bull said. "A gay bull
is just not of any use to a farmer, you know. Either we cut him up for the
dinner table or sell him to someone who will."
     "Yeah." I said. "Besides, one gay Bull on this farm is all I think I
could handle."
     Bull chuckled and used his fingers to comb my hair back into
place. "So let's get to work so we can get back to fun."
     "Yeah." And I followed him out of the barn. Maybe I wouldn't take off
for the big city in three or four more years after all!

				  THE END
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