Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 16:18:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BULL DADDIES (Part 7)

This is a story of the worshipful love of two boys for their 'muscle chub'
dads.  It is purely a work of fantasy and 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 chat by email at
<worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>.

--WMC


			   BULL DADDIES (Part 7)
				 --by WMC

	Eddy and I woke up to the sound of men's voices in lighthearted
conversation and laughter.  One of the voices was clearly Granddad's.  His
thundering laugh was unmistakable.  We hit the floor running completely
naked with our little boy dicks, hopelessly frozen in morning erections,
bouncing in front of us as we raced to see who could greet him first.  When
we reached the kitchen he and Dad were standing at the counter sipping
coffee from large mugs.  Dad was as naked as we were, his meaty dick
standing at half-mast over his sagging scrotum, and Granddad was shirtless
in khaki shorts.  He squatted down with open arms to receive us, an
apple-sized bulge forming in the left leg of his tightly drawn shorts, and
easily absorbed the blow of our young, hairless bodies as we simultaneously
landed against his solid, silver-furred girth.  He effortlessly scooped us
up in his thick, strong arms and Dad pulled out a chair.  Granddad sat with
each of us straddling one of his powerful thighs.  He whistled as he
slipped a thick index finger under each of our hard dicks one at a time,
lifting them off of his legs and letting them thump back down against him.

	"Looks like we have a couple of more men in the family now, Rick,"
he said beaming his warm smile down at us.

	"Damn, right!" Eddy proudly blurted in response.

	Dad and Granddad laughed loudly at this as Uncle Phil entered the
room, his morning hard-on in full bloom as he wiped the sleep from his
eyes.  Granddad helped us down off of his lap and stood up to embrace his
other son.  They pressed together belly to belly and hugged tightly, the
head of Uncle Phil's dick within a couple of inches of touching the crotch
of Granddad's shorts.  Granddad stepped back and gave Uncle Phil's fat
erection a playful squeeze.

	"Careful!" Uncle Phil said with a grin, "It's liable to go off."

	Granddad laughed as he admiringly slapped his hands against the
sides of his massive son's belly, then surveyed us all and said, "I don't
think I've seen this many hard dicks in one room since my Army days!"

	Uncle Phil put his hand on the back of Granddad's shaved head and
said, "Yeah, I'm sure if you were hard everyone else in the barracks was
too!  Somebody want to pour me a cup of coffee while I step out for a
piss?"

	"Sure thing," said Dad.

	Through the window I could see the profile of my uncle's butt and
his arms resting on his hips.  My imagination filled in the rest of the
image of his hard-on jutting out over the porch rail and drenching the
ground below.

	Granddad stepped to the window and laughed as he said, "Damn if he
doesn't look like bull about to stud with that big, hard dick sticking out
from under his gut!"

	We laughed at this as Uncle Phil came back in, hanging at half-mast
like dad, and threw out a thanks as he grabbed up the steaming mug to drink
his first sip.  A final drop of piss formed on the end of his dick and he
absent-mindedly smeared it up his thick shaft before it had a chance to
fall on the floor.

	"I see the ol' tap doesn't shut off like it used to," Granddad
joked with him.

	Uncle Phil laughed as he aimed his dick up at Granddad and said,
"Dry as a bone, now.  See?"

	"Wait a few more years," the elder replied with a wink.

	Several more cups of coffee were had as they discussed the work
ahead us that day.  Soon they were all wide-awake and ready to rise to the
challenges that faced them.

	"You guys go get a little something on to sit at the table in while
I get breakfast started," Granddad said.

	Our dads and we immediately followed his directive and soon
returned skimpily clad in only various types of shorts, their swaying
bulges and our tented fronts attesting to the fact that we had all skipped
the formality of underwear.  I walked up to Granddad who was leaning back
against the counter with his arms and legs crossed and eyed the familiar
bulge in his pants leg.  I reached out to feel of it, finally satisfying my
long-time curiosity, and was amazed at how small my hand looked as I ran it
over the lumpy contours.

	"So, do I pass inspection?" Granddad asked with a twinkle in his
eye.

	"Wow!  I've never touched it before.  Sure is big!" I exclaimed as
I reached my arms around the sides of his belly and pressed my face to it
in a boyish hug.

	"Seems to run in the family judging by all the dicks and balls I
saw flopping around in here a few minutes ago," he replied with a pat on my
head.

	"Can me an' Eddy see you hard?" I asked excitedly.

	"I seem to get that way a lot so my guess is you're bound to," he
assured me as I ran my fingers through his silvery pelt of belly fur.

	"Neat!" I said looking back at my dad sitting with his own package
hanging out of his gym shorts.

	We all proceeded to jump in and help with breakfast.  It was a
comical ballet the way they maneuvered their massive bodies around one
another rubbing shoulders, chests and bellies in every conceivable
combination in the process.  We loved it that Granddad had joined us and,
in fact, didn't realize for the longest time that his arrival had been
especially timed this way as a special surprise to cap off our "coronation"
as men.  Clearly they couldn't have finished the job without the fixtures
Granddad had delivered.  But the details of the job we had been brought
along to help with had slipped from our focus in light of the new physical
openness we were enjoying with our dads.

	So, after breakfast we dressed appropriately to complete the job.
Granddad had brought along everything we needed to install a sink in the
kitchen, a lavatory and two double shower stalls that they would fashion
into one with a curtain divider in the shower room, and a hot water heater
to make it all nice and comfortable.  Eddy and I delighted to the sight of
these three giant, strong men as they grunted and huffed their way through
the various phases of the project, fetching tools and beers and generally
doing whatever we were told.  We frequently praised their huge muscles and,
on one break, excitedly reported to Granddad what our dads had said about
making us even bigger and stronger than them.

	"No kidding!" Granddad said in mock surprise, "You'll have a lot of
work ahead of you then.  Those guys together make up over 600 pounds of
muscle and belly!  That's an awful lot of man!  If anyone can help you do
that, though, it's those two muscle heads!"

	We clamored in agreement and talked freely about how big we wanted
our dicks to get.  How big our dads' hard-ons were and how much fun we'd
had playing with them and their big balls too.  Granddad laughed as we told
him about Dad accidentally coming on my face, how Uncle Phil's dick had
made Dad gag when he swallowed it and how Uncle Phil came on his face.  How
Dad had stuck his dick in my uncle's butt and gave us a muscle show.  How
he had let us smell Uncle Phil's butt on his hard-on and then made him come
before shooting a load on his butt.  How Eddy had jacked his dad off in his
mouth and how dad had creamed my butt and balls down at the stream.  I fell
silent as I looked down and realized the huge head of Granddad's dick was
sticking out the left leg of his shorts.  It was leaking pre-come and I
nudged Eddy.

	"WHAT?" he barked at me.

	I pointed down at Granddad's dick head.

	"WOA!" Eddy acknowledged as he reached right down and ran his small
hand over it.

	Granddad smiled and leaned back to expose another couple of inches
of the magnificent organ, his posture inviting us to feel it.  We eagerly
ran our hands down its length and gently squeezed the bulge his balls made
in his shorts.  We could hardly believe our eyes and I quickly lapped some
of the drool off the head of his dick.  It was a slightly different taste
than my dad's but the nice saltiness was definitely there.

	"Man!" I yelled, "I'll bet that thing must shoot a gallon of come!"

	"Might as well let `em see what the master can do," I heard Dad say
from behind with a laugh, "You won't be any good to me and Phil in that
condition!"

	Granddad stood his sweat-soaked bulk up, the wet khaki fabric of
his shorts clinging to the contours of his hard-on, as he said, "You two
have yourselves to blame.  The boys have been telling me the highlights of
their trip so far."

	Dad rounded the corner of the house shaking his head and laughing
as he disappeared.  Granddad cinched up the waistband of his shorts under
his belly and we watched his pecs and the muscles of his huge forearms roll
as he worked the button loose and unzipped his fly.  He tugged his shorts
and boxers down until his erect dick sprang free of them and then let them
drop around his ankles as he straightened his stance again.  What we saw
teeming from his silver bush of pubic hair were a pair of balls that rested
on his thighs just like our dads' and a hard-on that was at least as long
as Dad's and as thick as Uncle Phil's.  The network of veins that ran down
the shaft was somewhat recessed into its thickness, more like my dad's than
Uncle Phil's, but all with a kind of grayish look to it.  He rolled his
hands up into ham-sized fists and rested them on his hips as we
enthusiastically voiced our awe at his size.

	"You fellas want to do the honors?" he asked, beaming a warm smile
down on us.

	"YES, SIR!" we shouted as we assumed positions on either side of
him and took turns each smearing a hand in the clear seepage from his dick
head.

	I got my hand as far around his shaft as I could and pushed down
into his pubic fat, then Eddy placed his hand directly in front of it.  We
began slowly working them up and down, simulating the action of a single
fist.  Granddad sighed his approval as his shiny head fell back on the
hairy mounds of trapezius muscle that surrounded his thick neck.  We kept
this up for a bit and noticed the drool began flowing more freely from his
wide-open piss hole.

	"Slick up some more when the shaft starts feeling dry," he kindly
instructed us.

	A look of pride crossed his grandfatherly face as he gazed down
over his gut at our boyish hands working his bloated knob, which glistened
in pre-come as the sunlight danced on its surface.  The longer we worked on
him the more we experimented with variations in our strokes, figuring out
which sensations pleased him most by his vocal reactions.  One that he
especially liked was when I squeezed his thick base in both of my hands and
let Eddy play over his entire length.  Another was when we worked from
opposite ends, letting our hands meet somewhere in the middle.

	We loved the feel of his fleshy cannon in our hands, the contrast
of its soft skin against the unyielding hardness underneath.  From the
sounds he made and the increasing hardness and thickness of his enormous
member, he clearly loved the feel of our smooth, young hands sliding over
it, too.  We kept close watch on his balls but, no matter what we did, they
continued to sag down onto his mighty thighs.  Eddy and I studied the
contentment on his lined face, confused by the amount of time this was
taking.  We wondered if we were doing something wrong.

	Granddad opened his eyes and correctly read our faces as he said
with a smile, "The older we get, fellas, the longer this takes.  Don't
worry, you two are making your granddad feel great!  Remember to keep
lubricating your hands in my pre-come, though."

	"Lubricating" was a new word to us, but we clearly understood its
meaning in the context of our task.  Every so often one or the other of us
would push the tip of our tongue in his gaping slit for an intoxicating
taste of the abundant flow and it always drew a sharp gasp from him.  This
made us giggle in excitement and anticipation.  Confident now that we were
acceptably stimulating him we began closely scrutinizing our manipulations.
When our free hand wasn't down our pants playing with our own meat, Eddy
and I would use them show how much the other's grip lacked meeting at
various points along Granddad's thick shaft, complete with shamelessly
excited commentary.  Sometimes Granddad would lay his sinewy hands on our
heads, gently patting them and stroking our hair.  This always somehow made
us more diligent in our efforts and we'd pay special attention to keeping
our hands properly lubricated.  I could see by the watch that surrounded
Granddad's thick wrist that a little over ten minutes had passed since we
began masturbating him.

	"Look!" Eddy said with obvious excitement in his high-pitched
voice, "His balls are starting to draw up!"

	"COOL!" I blurted back at him, "My hand's getting awful tired!"

	"Mine, too!" he affirmed.

	Granddad's hairy belly shook with laughter at our observations.
The tighter his hairy bag got the harder we worked his magnificent dick,
and the harder we worked the louder his moaning and growling got.  Our eyes
were glued to head of his dick as we watched it get bigger, harder and more
crimson looking.

	"Don't look for a gallon but this is definitely gonna be a big
one. It's been a while since I got pumped off last!" he spoke in sharp
breaths.

	After another couple of minutes of this his velvety bass voice
roared, "O-O-O-K-A-Y!  Here - I - C-O-M-E!"

	We jammed our small hands down on the fat base and felt something
rush through his dick under them, cheering our admiration as the angry
looking head spat the first of six copious jets of his thick come a
distance that must have equaled his height.

	"MAN!"

	"LOOK AT ALL THAT COME!"

	"I KNOW!  AND LOOK HOW FAR HE SHOOTS!"

	The next two probably matched our height and the three that
followed still hit the ground an impressive distance from his feet before
the white juice lazily rolled in waves out of his piss hole and down the
underside of his hard-on, dripping onto the ground at our feet.  We ran our
free hands over his puffy bag and continued lavishing him in our
hyper-excited praise.

	He pressed our grinning faces to his firm gut as he admired his own
potency and said, "Thanks, men!"

	We ran our hands along his length, smearing them in his gooey juice
and noisily licking them clean as his massive chest and round belly heaved
in deep sighs of relief.  His dick began deflating before our eyes and his
great balls slowly relaxed back down onto his muscular thighs as he
continued gently pressing our adoring faces into his firm girth.

	Pointing a thick finger at where his first blast landed he said,
"Looks like I needed that worse than I realized!"

	We laughed with him as we ran our hands over the belly that shook
against our faces and bragged that we had yet to see a load so big or shot
so far.  He gently ran his paw-like hands over our faces some more and then
we stepped away as he started to bend at his corpulent waist.  Again I
couldn't help noticing his bear-like appearance as he battled his great,
furry bulk in pulling his clothing up over his powerful legs.  The
waistband of his boxers caused his half-hard dick to flop up against his
gut and we watched with a touch of sadness as its come-coated underside
disappeared from view.

	Granddad squatted down and his arms enfolded us against his
powerful chest as he said, "The men in this family have never shied away
from helping each other out this way.  I'm very proud of you two!"

	He gave us each a kiss on the top of our sweaty heads, then stood
up and placed his huge hands on our shoulders as he started walking us
around the house to where our dads were working.  We reached up to him and
he stooped in a double biceps pose.  We hook our arms over them and he
easily hoisted us up, carrying us swinging from his flexed arms the rest of
the way.

			     (to be continued)