Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2017 22:51:59 +0200 From: robert smith Subject: Bull and Two Boys Chapter 2 If you like this story, and want to read more, then please contribute to Nifty as they make this all possible. Bull and two boys out camping, pt. 2 Mitch watched the two fag boys playing with his softened shaft. Even though we were still whimpering with pain from thorough throat and ass fuckings, we couldn't keep our eyes or hands off his cock. I was holding the snake with both hands by the base and waggling it so it flopped heavy on Mitch's hairy gut, Whap,Whap, Whap. Ben was lifting his sticky bull balls one in each hand, weighing and working them. Enjoying a break from man's work, Mitch puffed contentedly on his cigar, admiring his mighty body, killer weapon and the two pretty-boys he held hard up against him, a big hand cupping and kneading each of our tight smooth asses. `Can't get enough, can ya, fags?' In answer, we started licking his chest pelt, running their tongues through the forest of blond curls, kissing and biting at his nipples, rubbing his chest and gut. Mitch grunted and started flexing his biceps, to which we responded with excited squeals. The mighty cannon began to stir. `No rest for the righteous, eh?' Mitch fished around in his pack and pulled out some numbing salve and a bottle of poppers. `Now that I demonstrated who's boss, I'll make it easier on my little buddies for the second round.' Squeezing a big gob of salve on his thick fingers, Mitch began working them into my ripped up ass and Ben's virgin hole. We began moaning. `Who's the Man,' he growled out. With trembling voices we answered `You are.' `WHAT?' `You are Sir!' `Who is always right, who is always to be obeyed.' `You are, Daddy.' The Bull's cock was now semi erect, 12 inches of wrist thick hog heavy on his belly, thick honey-glue precum drooling out of his long foreskin onto his hairy gut. Pulling our heads hard against his chest, he began flexing his biceps, crushing our skulls with his muscles till we squirmed with terror and excitement. Getting up on his knees, Mitch maneuvered us so I was facing up on the sleeping bag, Ben on top of me his stomach, my face right beneath Ben's ass. Kneeling between Ben's legs, Mitch's fat hog flopped in front of my mouth. `Suck it, boy.' I began sucking on the heavy skin, drinking down the slop. Opening the poppers, Mitch held it to Ben's nose and made him inhale over and over. Then he did the same to me. When we were twitching, out of our minds gone, Mitch's monster stiffened to its full 15 inches and he began inserting it into my virgin throat. Holding my head and maneuvering it to the right angle, Mitch thrust forward smoothly, watching intently as inch after mighty inch disappeared in my bulging lips, cheeks and throat. With a final slam, he sheathed to his nuts. My tight throat convulsions got Mitch to grunting low and deep, his teeth biting deep in the stogie. Pulling out 14 inches till only the fist-thick head was bulging my cheeks, Mitch held the poppers to me and made me breath in deep. Then he reseated his dong to the hilt and started to fuck pump. I twitched and spasmed; Mitch pulled out most of the shaft and spat a jaw full of stogie gob on his meat, then reseated and fuck pumped full blast. Watching his killer weapon in action, he stopped and slowly pulled out, chawing hard on the cigar as the soaked, dripping, throbbing monster withdrew. Holding the poppers now to Ben's nose for a long series of deep breaths, when the kid started to tremble and lost control, Mitch rammed his cock into the virgin ass, seating his knob past the ring. Spitting another jaw full of black steaming stogie gob on his tool, he started jack hammering in. More poppers to my nose then `Chaw on my balls kid, slop em, suck em, bite em, punch em. The Man is in charge.' With his righteous weapon seated in Ben, I began working the orange sized balls as best I could. Mitch fucked hard and deep and long with deep thrusts, stopping once in a while when fully in, to throb it, then brutally ram deeper still. Pulling out, he shoved his slimed cock back in my throat and fucked hard, then back to Ben's ass, giving both of us the drilling of our lives. His heavy body had us pinned down, crushed under his massive frame as he whaled away, till, bellowing like a bull, he planted his seed deep in my throat and stomach. Pulling out, still spurting like a high-pressure garden hose, he shoved back in Ben's ass to finish. We were gagging, moaning, whimpering and crying as he slowly softened and the monster finally flopped out. Grabbing both our heads and yanking us to his cock, he forced first one, then the other on his meat. `Clean me.' We obediently did. A soft tinkling sound...'Oh shit! That's my phone' I squealed out, as I was spitting and gagging up bull seed. `Then you better go answer it, Joey.' Buck-naked I staggered over to their unused tent, freezing from the icy snow falling in tiny flakes. Running back, a high shrill voice squealed out questions in a tumble of anger and frustration over the phone. `Your mother, no doubt' said Mitch with a chuckle. `Hi mom, we're fine, everything is ok...we have our camp set up and...there is a grown-up who is also camping here, where we are, and he...is taking care of us.' More high-pitched squawking from the other end. `Sure mom, I'll call him and you can talk.' As Mitch took the phone, he tosseled Ben's hair, then pushed him down to suck on skin. "Hello ma'am. You son and his buddy are fine. I'm Mitchell O'Rourke, ma'am, and have been camping up in these mountains all my life. Nothing unusual about a light snowfall in early Oct. By tomorrow the sun'l be out and it will be a fine day. This...adventure will be good for the boys; make men of them.' Mitch pushed Ben down on his shaft to start suckling and gestured to me to work his balls. `I'm a state trooper, ma'am, out of the Kalispell troop. I suggest you call them to set your mind at ease. You can also call my wife, ex-wife that is. Ellen O'Rourke (he gave the number). She too will set your mind at ease.' As Mitch relaxedly talked in his low masculine voice, the squealing on the other end slowed down and the pitch sank to a bearable level. The boys looked at each other...a state trooper on top of everything else. This was too fucking good to be true. `Don't you worry Mrs.... Ms. Keane, I'll shepherd them on their adventure in the wilderness just fine. I'm parked in the lower Kintla Lake lot...oh, that's where you dropped them off too, eh? I'm coming out late Sunday, should be back at my truck by 7 or so and will deliver them into your hands good as new.' `We'll practically good as new.' he growled to the boys with a hand cupped over the phone. Ben was not about half way down Mitch's hog and starting to gag, so the man jerked him off. `Why sure Ms. Kea...JoAnne, no problem at all. They are good boys and it's a pleasure. Here's your son.' Mitch yanked me up from ball service by my cute curly hair and handed over the phone. Drool was dripping from my chin. `Relax mom, we're having a wonderful time and Mr. O'Rourke will... take care of us. Yes, mom, I will. See you Sunday Mom.' We all looked at each other and started giggling. Which was hard to do, as Mitch's seed and cock slop was still sputtering and drooling out of our mouths. `Well, women will be women, boys.' `You're a trooper Sir!' He nodded. `Never heard my mom calm down so quickly Sir, and talking to a man like that. She hates men! You were playing her like a fiddle.' `I've had plenty of practice son, but then again, it only goes so far with women when you're hung like this. Bitches squeal in heat with shiny eyes when they see it, but then...' Laying on his back, enjoying his cigar, Mitch pulled us up against him working more salve up into our battered butt holes with his thick fingers. We nestled up, our little hands playing with his chest hair and then moving down towards that which made him the king of all he surveyed. `What do you mean, Sir...by "but then."' And so, Mitch told his story.