Date: Sun, 6 May 2001 13:45:45 -0700 (PDT) From: WorshipsMuscleChubs Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 3) This is a story of the worshipful love of two boys for their 'muscle chub' dads. All the usual disclaimers apply. I hope you enjoy it, and please respect my ownership of this tale. If you do enjoy this story feel free to send comments to . --WMC BULL DADDIES (Part 3) --by WMC Dad grabbed a rag and walked over to the ice chest. As he bent over with his back to us and dipped the rag in the ice cold water I saw his nuts bulge from between the backs of his thighs and noticed they were once again in their normally loose condition. "If you gentlemen will excuse us for a minute..." he calmly said as he straightened up. He was still a little red in the face as he took me out on the back porch to clean us both up, trying to explain a little about what had just happened. I understood that my butt sliding over his hard dick had given him the same sensations I had felt pressing my hard-on into his belly. Once that registered I couldn't fully concentrate on the rest of his words and my biology lesson was lost on me. A sense of pride and accomplishment swept over me as I watched him clean the "come", as he had called it, from his beautiful member, which was completely flaccid by then and handsomely lying against his puffy, low hanging balls. We went back inside and saw Uncle Phil leaning against the counter, smiling with his chin almost resting on the thick chest over which his powerful arms were folded. Eddy was contentedly standing under his great belly with his face buried in the cleft of the huge man's slightly spread thighs. On top of Eddy's head were his dad's enormous balls, separated by the still half-hard dick that was nestled between them and hanging off the back of his head, looking almost like a coon-skin cap. "Now," Dad said in his usual, self-confident tone, "about that breakfast!" We all chipped in and cooked a heaping meal of bacon, eggs, toast, gravy, lots of milk and mom's delicious homemade jelly. When we were finished we all pushed our naked bodies from the table and patted our stuffed bellies. Eddy ran to his dad and patted it with him. But when he grabbed a double handful of his dad's bulky genitals the gentle giant laughed and explained that there was work to be done first and that we could enjoy more play in the evening. He said that when we were done he and Dad wanted to talk to us about an idea that they thought we might like. They emerged from their room dressed in heavy denim overalls and soon crawled under the house to map out the plumbing that would pipe the water into the kitchen and shower. They strategically hammered into place the metal bands that would secure it to the floor joists. We felt more important with each task we were assigned in the process and carried out each one as though the project would fail without us. Once they were done with that they crawled back out into the fresh air, sweat soaking their hair and streaming down their handsome, round faces. They stripped off the uncomfortably hot, protective clothing, cooled their naked bodies in the stiff breeze that rushed through the trees, slipped into the cool shorts they had left on the porch and then put their socks and work boots back on. One of them at each end, they hoisted the heavy boxes of pipe and placed them where they could most easily get to them when needed. Then they began taking turns on the heavy pipe cutters and cutting them into carefully pre-measured lengths. Eddy and I were our usually impressed selves and excitedly commented on the bulging muscles that creased their arms, shoulders, chests and broad backs. We were really delighted whenever they occasionally chimed in with their own compliments for one or another aspect of the other's hulking physique. Sometimes they would entertain us during our breaks by flexing various muscle groups and letting us eagerly explore their immense size and rugged hardness with our soft, youthful hands. We imitated their impressive poses and let them feel our chests, shoulders and biceps, swelling with pride as they feigned reciprocal amazement. As our first day of work drew to a close we grabbed our bathing supplies and walked to a nearby stream. We stripped out of our sweat soaked duds and our dads walked us into the stream until Eddy and I were chest-deep, then squatted their rotund figures down to relieve their fatigue in its rushing waters. We watched them closely; imitating their every move and matching them sigh for sigh. Now that we were men we wanted to make sure we did everything exactly as they did. They soaped each other's back and butt crack, we soaped each other's back and butt crack. As they washed each other's chest, belly and genitals so did we. They scrubbed each other's thick, hairy armpits and we kept pace right along side them. We laughed as we saw these huge men horsing around the way we often did. They twisted on each other's nipples, pulled chest hair and playfully tugged on each other's dick and balls. We joined in the fun, too, and were soon sporting hard dicks as we watched their great genitals flopping against their thighs beneath their broad-shouldered, big-bellied torsos. Once done with our baths we headed for the extra large beach towels, which they had carefully laid out beforehand, and stretched out beside our fathers as they let the summer air dry their expansive, furry bodies. Eventually Eddy climbed up onto his dad's firm bulk and laid his head down on the man's vast chest. Sinking his hands into Uncle Phil's powerful shoulders and using them as leverage Eddy positioned himself for maximum comfort, bringing his dad's tremendous endowment to life just below the parted cheeks of his smooth, boyish looking butt. Uncle Phil gently caressed his son's firm, white globes with his eyes peacefully closed and I watched with fascination as his huge dick slowly ballooned into a rock hard, bobbing erection. I nudged Dad and pointed to the scene playing out beside us. He smiled and put his arm behind his head, making a pillow of his thick bicep on which I could lay my head and watch while he ran his fingers through my hair. "Look at the size of the dick on that guy!" Dad half-whispered to me, knowing exactly what was on my mind. Eddy heard him and started turning and twisting, trying to get a look at the beast. "Hey, sport," said Uncle Phil, "sit the other way where you can see my dick and I'll show what Uncle Rick did to Chris this morning." I got super hard in anticipation of what I was about to see when I felt Dad's hand on my dick. "I thought so," he said sounding unusually excited. Then he pulled my hand behind me and rubbed it against his own erection. I turned to look at him and he had this mischievous grin spanning his wide face. We watched as Eddy slid his legs down off of his dad's thighs and put his feet on the ground. When he lifted his torso up and squatted back to stand the head of Uncle Phil's hard-on pushed up into his crack and he instinctively paused to enjoy the accompanying sensations. "Oh, yeah! LOOK at that! Beautiful!" dad whispered in my ear. He finally got to his feet and turned around, planting his butt down on his dad's pelvic bone and leaning back onto his prominent belly. Uncle Phil reached around Eddy with his right arm, grasped his hefty member and started slowly jacking it. Eddy laid his right arm on top of his dad's and then held onto the pumping fist with his left hand. It was a very exciting thing to watch! Both of Eddy's arms were moving with the jacking motion of his dad's arm. The huge gut that propprd him up rose and fell from his dad's heated panting and had my cousin bucking like he was riding a wild bull. As Uncle Phil picked up steam the head of his dick began poking and slapping Eddy's lower abdomen, commanding his complete attention. A low moan began rumbling up from the big man's chest that grew louder the closer he drew to orgasm. Eddy was hardly blinking as he rode the wild man's belly, unable to take his eyes off of the fat, veiny dick rising up from between his smooth thighs. His father's moans soon became groans and then, suddenly arching his back, turned into earth shaking grunts and howls of "Oh! YEAH!" drowning out the delighted squeals of his son as his magnificent organ exploded, pumping five copious jets of his potent seed over Eddy's stomach and onto his chest. Eddy was laughing loudly and clapping his hands together as his dad scooped up gobs of his spent come in his large hand, quickly coated Eddy's dick in it and then jacked him into a head reeling orgasm. Dad stood up with his dick looking like it was about to explode as well and said with a wink to my uncle, "Damn, Phil! I nearly shot another load on Chris watching that!" Uncle Phil looked very proud of himself, basking in his son's adoration as he walked them out into the stream for a quick clean up. Eddy studied his dad's drooling, deflating erection with intense scrutiny as the rotund hulk beside him scrubbed the already drying ejaculate from his chest. "Hey! I'm hungry!" Uncle Phil shouted from the stream, "Let's go cook dinner and then settle in for more man fun with these guys! Those have GOT to be two of the hardest dicks I've ever laid eyes on, so don't try to tell me you're not `up' for it!" Dad laughed as his huge muscles spontaneously stood at attention and he made a big show of slowly running his hand up and down the full, fantastic length of his hard dick. Every aspect of his supreme masculinity on display, "We wouldn't dream of missing it!" Uncle Phil smiled his approval and sent out a long, slow whistle at the spectacle my dad was making of his massive body. On the walk back to the cabin the men decided to share the idea with us that they had mentioned after breakfast. They told us how pleased they were with the way our interest in their size and strength and the desires we expressed to be like them in that regard. They thought it might help to explain a little about the physical openness we had all been sharing on the trip. We were told that, if we wanted to, we were old enough now to join them on the many evenings and weekend afternoons they spent in their weight room. They felt we could act responsibly enough now to follow their instructions so as not to get them or us hurt while they manhandled the heavy poundages they lifted. "Over the next few years your bodies will be undergoing some big changes," Dad said in his most serious tone, "You'll soon start growing the hair on your bodies you've only dreamed about before. This happens when your body starts producing something called hormones, the main one being testosterone. (We interrupted him briefly trying to pronounce the strange new word.) This is the same one that is mostly responsible for stimulating muscle growth." Then Uncle Phil chimed in with him, "So we think if you fellows are serious about building your bodies to look like ours then we need to get you started now. You have years and years of very hard work ahead of you and you will have to do exactly as we say. But we need to get a head start on those hormones so that you can take advantage of them as soon as they hit. That is, if bodies like ours are what you really want." "Which brings me back to these recent changes in our behavior around you" my dad took over again, "We think the only way for you to be sure that's what you really want is by allowing you unrestricted access to ours. So from now on there is nothing about our bodies that is off limits to you. Fellows your age are naturally curious and full of questions about men's bodies. Phil and I sure were. And we were lucky enough to have a man like Granddad around to help us answer them." "You see," Uncle Phil continued dad's thought, "there are some things words can't fully describe and that just looking at isn't enough to help you fully understand. Some things can only be learned by experiencing them with your other senses...touch...smell...taste." "So," Dad picked up again, "we want you to know that there is no question about either of us you could possibly have that you should ever feel ashamed to ask. No part of our anatomies that either of you will be denied the opportunity to see, feel, smell or even taste if that's what it takes to satisfy your curiosity. It's the only way for you to fully understand the possibilities of physical growth and development that lie ahead of you." Eddy and I couldn't believe our ears! Bodies like theirs had been our consuming dream for as long as we could remember! And now they were going to help us build them! Eddy eyed my dad's long, fat hard-on. Testing the freedom of exploration we had been granted he boldly took it in his hand and touched his nose to the gaping piss hole. "Yours smells a lot different than dad's," he commented, running one hand over dad's throbbing erection and the other over his immense belly. Good for his word he calmly stood with his mighty arms braced on his hips as my cousin explored his physical enormity, then matter-of-factly said, "Every man's scent is uniquely his own. Ever notice that yours smells different than Chris's?" My awestruck cousin looked up into my dad's smiling face and nodded. "This morning after you comed on me I could smell my butt on your dick, Daddy! That was NEAT!" Uncle Phil patted my head and said, "I like the smell of mine on your dad's dick, too." We all walked along, excitedly sharing the thoughts we had on manhood with our dads that we had only shared with each other before. When we reached the cabin we immediately started on supper and once more ate until we were all ready to pop. Uncle Phil pushed himself away from the table last and proudly displayed his engorged belly, slowly running his hands over it and talking about what a manly attribute it was. He said he loved the feel of it on his thighs when he sat and how good it made him feel when other men stared at it. Soon the belly talk had his dick fat and hard, involuntarily bobbing and twicthing under his vast, abdomenal expanse. "Man! That thing's big!" Eddy said, beaming with pride at his father's hard dick. "Damn straight, podnuh! And before you know it you'll have one just like it...and a nice big belly to thump it on, too, if you want," he assured him. "COOL!" we shouted together. We moved our naked bodies into the family room and seated ourselves on either side of the colossal man to admire him more closely. Our tiny hands groped in vain at every square inch of his rock hard convexity, unable to pinch the least bit of fat from it. He let us crawl around on his huge frame and grope his massive genitals, enjoying our excitement and fascination with him. I slipped down between his enormous thighs and pressed my face against the bulky, vein ribbed shaft of his hard-on and smothered it in loud, smacking, childish kisses as I caressed his sagging balls. Feeling completely at ease to do so, I aimed his dick at my face, wrapped my hand around the bloated knob, pulled back to spread the piss hole as wide as it would open and boldly pushed the tip of my tongue in it. The feel and taste of it sent chills over my entire body as I wiggled my tongue in it and lapped at its moist "lips". Uncle Phil sighed and said, "I could go with that all night long, little man!" "Me, too!" I heard my dad say. When I looked up Eddy had left Uncle Phil to me and was busy doing the same thing to Dad. He held the fat, lumbering dick up for me to see how much his hand lacked going around it and wrinkled his nose at the unusual taste of the fluid that leaked from the slit in its bulbous head. "Is this come?" he asked holding up his thumb and index finger with a strand of the clear ooze connecting them. "It's part of what makes up come," my Dad answered, "There's another `ingredient' in come that we make in our balls called sperm. What you're tasting is what guys usually call pre-come." Eddy ran his hand over my dad's puffy bag and said, "Ill bet balls like yours must make a LOT of sperm!" Uncle Phil laughed and said, "You saw Chris this morning, remember?" Eddy stood dad's dick up against his hairy gut and his eyes got huge as he thought back on the morning's event. "WOW!" he exclaimed as he slipped his hands under Dad's ball sac and cradled an egg- sized testicle in each one. He smelled the great orbs and then pressed his wet tongue to them. Pulling his head up from Daddy's balls he asked, "What's sperm?" Daddy laughed, hugging him to his huge belly, and said, "Well, sperm is how men make women have babies. But how about we save that one for another time, sport? There's way too much to know about being a man to learn it all in one night." Eddy reached his arms around the sides of Dad's gut and kissed it as he said, "Sure, Uncle Rick. No problem." He then climbed up in Dad's lap with his pink butt hole peering out from between his big round cheeks at the huge hard-on bobbing underneath. Eddy's laughter rang out as my dad's dick suddenly snapped to attention and slapped against his tingling orifice. "NEAT!" he shouted. "What say we retire early and pile up in that big ol' king size bed, men? I think it will sleep all four of us and it's a lot better suited for this kind of man play than these chairs!" he said as he stood with my cousin pressed to his bear-like body. "Hear! Hear!" said Uncle Phil as he pulled me to his chest and stood with me. I drew my knees up against his belly and my cheeks spread just enough that a thick, callused finger sank into my crack and pressed against my spasming sphincter. He lifted his other massively muscled arm and pointed to the doorway as he shouted, "Tally! Ho!" I reached my arms up over the mountains of trapezius muscle that engulfed his thick neck and held on for dear life as he galloped past Eddy and my dad toward their bedroom, me laughing wildly as my small, naked body bounced against his wide, portly physique. (to be continued)