THE BULL ======== Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Simon Jones The private club was almost empty. There was only one racquetball game in progress. I could hear the slap of the ball as I walked down the hall to the viewing gallery. A young boy and an older man were playing. The man was teaching the boy the fundamentals of the game and they had obviously progressed to the point where the boy was a match for his mentor. The boy served a bullet that recoiled in the corner. The man ran and stretched, but missed the ball by a few inches. His body slammed into the wall. He looked up in disgust and saw me watch- ing. He smiled and winked. "Next time", he said. The man looked mid-fifties, was probably sixty. He had taken care of his body. His arms were well muscled as were his legs. His hands gripped the racquet strongly and his biceps bulged taught. His legs were huge with springs for calf muscles. His buttocks stretched his red trunks tight. His belly was large and pushed his T-shirt well out over his crotch, but it was hard, like a Buddha. His face was wide with the beginnings of jowls, nose thick with flaring nostrils, lips full and rich. His hair was snow white and close cropped. His neck was that of a bull. As he moved around the court he landed on his legs like pistons. His hand drew back to swat the ball and a spray of sweat flew off his arm as the racquet connected and sent the ball smashing low into the front right corner, sending his young charge sprawling across the floor in an unsuccessful attempt at a return. The shower room was quiet. I waited patiently for their game to end so that I could see them shower. I heard them coming and I slipped into a shower. The boy showered quickly. "Gotta run, gramps. See you next week." "Thanks for the game, son." As I stepped out of the shower the man was standing at the sink, beginning a shave. His towel lay on the floor at his feet. He leaned forward to see himself in the steamy mirror and I could see the smooth curve of his ass. His powerful legs were spread slightly and I could see that they were completely smooth. His whole body was practically hairless. The steam rolled down his back and into the crack of his ass. I stood near the sink, drying myself. My cock had begun to harden and I turned so that he could see me in the mirror. I could see his eyes looking toward me. He finished his shave, rinsed the razor and put it back in his kit bag. His belly was still pressed against the sink, hiding what I wanted to see. Then he stepped back from the sink and turned toward me. He reached up with both arms and ran his hands through his hair. I saw his cock for the first time. It was fat and cut and stood half erect, jutting out from under his belly. His balls were huge and hung between his smooth thighs like heavy fruit on the branches of a tree. "I'm going to take a steam bath," he said. "Want to join me?" "Sure" I replied (are you kidding, daddy, I thought to myself. I'm yours, baby). He turned the steam on high and sat next to me. "Ever play rac- quetball?" he asked. "A few times." "I could teach you some things. I like to take on you young bucks." "I wouldn't be much of a match for you." "Oh, I think you would do nicely." I could see through the steam that his hand was gently stroking his cock. I touched my cock lightly, it sprang to attention. His foot touched mine and I did not move. His free hand rested against my thigh and I did not move. "You're a beautiful kid. Let's take a look at that cock." He pushed my knees apart and ran his hand over my smooth thighs. His hand reached deep between my legs and cupped my balls. He squeezed them very tight and pulled them down as far as they would go. He released me and said "Yeah baby, you were blessed by nature. I'll bet that you've wrapped those sweet lips around a cock or two in your young life. Am I right." "Well, once or twice, but I'm pretty new at this." He bent over and my cock disappeared between his full lips. He held his mouth down on me, taking all of my cock into his throat and slowly drew it back, sucking the head hard at the end of his stroke. "You have a pretty cock, boy. Did you know that? Come here." His large arm was around my shoulders drawing me toward him. My hand reached out and touched his chest. It was smooth and slick with sweat. I ran my hand over his round belly. I leaned close and kissed him gen- tly on the neck. "That's a sweet boy." My lips moved down his chest to his large nipples. They were erect and ready for sucking. He moaned as I took each into my mouth. "Yes, baby." I knew that what I hungered for was mine for the taking. I slipped off the bench and knelt between his legs. My lips lingered on his hard belly. I loved its roundness and the sweat that I licked off of it trickled back into my throat. My hands fell between his legs and brushed the tip of his cock. It was hard as steel. I reached under him and felt the weight of his balls. They were slick and smooth and I could tell by the feel that they would not both fit into my mouth. I bent lower, my head deep under his belly. My lips caressed the sides of his cock. Not obscured by his belly, I could see his cock fully for the first time. It was fat, pudgy almost, like his thick hands. I wasn't sure that I could take it all. As my mouth took the head, his strong hands cupped the back of my neck and drew me onto him. His but- tocks were driving the cock into me. Whether I could take it all be- came a mute question. It disappeared into me, the salty head nudging down my throat. My arms reached up and felt his biceps, and burrowed into his arm pits. I held on for dear life as the cock rammed into my throat. His balls slapped my chin and my face disappeared under his belly. This man was sixty if a day and was fucking me like a bull. I was in heaven. I gave myself to him completely and hoped that he would do it again and again. My bull. My sweet bull. My mouth took his cock for what seemed like an hour. Fresh from his racquetball game, he was relaxed and his wind was good. He could do this all night. He fucked my lips with a slow grinding motion, the muscles of his ass pushing himself down my throat. The cock began to swell and I could taste the salts. He was ready to pump his load into me. He stopped short of cumming. "Not yet." He pulled out of me and lifted me up in front of him. He stroked my belly and ran his hand down to my crotch. I leaned over and put my arms around his thick neck and put my face close to his. I could see the wrinkles that showed the wisdom of his years. I put my hands on his chest and massaged his huge nipples. The flesh of his chest was sagging slightly showing his maturity and making a nice set of tit muscles to massage. I kissed him and sucked his tongue into my mouth. His mouth seemed huge and his lips were full and moist. He pulled me away and said "Lay down on the bench on your belly, son. I want to play with you a bit." The bench was made of wood and the slats were spaced wide enough for my cock to hang through. I posi- tioned myself for him. His hand touched the small of my back and an electric shock ran up my spine. As his hand stroked my ass I raised myself for him involuntarily. "Yes, son, you will do very nicely. I'll be back in a minute." He got up and left me alone. When he came back he lock the steam room door behind him and turned off the steam. "No one here at this hour." He was carrying his shaving kit and a towel. He fondled my ass. His pudgy fingers probed between my legs, pulled my cheeks apart and squeezed the backs of my thighs. "You have a beautiful ass. But this peach fuzz will have to come off." My stomach tightened slightly with fear. But I wanted it: to be his boy, his smooth, shaved little boy. "OK." From his kit he produced a razor and shaving cream. My skin was already warm and wet, ready for the blade. Before he started, he reached under the bench and found my cock. I was still engorged and he stroked me down, squeezing the head, making me as hard as possible. He spread my legs a bit and applied the cream. First my calves and thighs which went quickly due the lack of hair there already. He then rubbed a large dollop of cream into my ass. His thumb, lubed by the cream, slipped into my hole. I winced and then relaxed. "I'll bet you boys fuck each other in the locker room. Right?" "Well, no, not yet anyway." He pulled out, spread my cheeks and took the hair off my ass. "Oh that's sweet," he said. "You blond boys shave up so nicely. Now turn over." I raised up and turned over on my back. He stood over me, took my hands and put them over my head. "Keep them up there." He stroked my arms, chest and legs. "All this hair will come off and you'll be as smooth as a new born babe." He started with my under- arms and worked down to my chest which had grown a thick patch of sandy fur. "Let's see what your tits look like," he said, putting the blade to my chest. As he worked, he toyed with my nipples, pinching them until I moaned and arched my back. I started to reach for him, but he said "Keep your arms up." He took the rest of the hair from my legs. Only one part left. My cock was aching for his touch. He pushed my smooth thighs apart and reached far under me to catch all of my balls in his beefy hand. "These first." He pulled them hard, tightening the balls against the sac. "No soap needed on these," he said. Carefully he shaved the hair from my balls, working on one at a time, back and forth, inspecting his work to make sure that he got it all. He let them go and they fell back be- tween my legs. Finally, he took hold of my cock. Pulling it straight up he teased it and slapped it, working it hard. Holding it up, he ap- plied the blade to the sides, working down toward my body. He went around it once and then again for good measure. His left hand held it just below the head in a strong grip. He worked down to my pubic hair and took that off with slow, deliberate swipes of the blade. "Oh yes, baby, you are a sweet little boy." I felt completely submissive. I was his. I held my hands out for him and he took me in my arms and kissed my neck. I clung to him like a helpless child. He laid me back down to survey his work. My hand fell gently onto his thigh and moved lazily between his smooth legs. The drive to his house was not far. He lived in an older part of Los Angeles, near downtown. It was a large, two story Victorian, built near the turn of the century by a doctor. What had then been an exclu- sive part of town had deteriorated into discount battery outlets, cheap apartments and self serve everything stores. He had chosen the house for its style and its relatively low price (and, I suspect, for its isolation from prying eyes). It was growing dark as we pulled into the driveway behind the house and he led me to the back door. I was wearing only my gym shorts, T-shirt and sneakers. As we entered his hand ran down my back and patted my ass. "Just turn right and go down the hall and into the last room. I'll be in in a moment." The room was a small dressing room with a stool and mirror. Be- sides the door from the hall there was a locked door opposite the mir- ror. After ten minutes he came in, naked but for a towel around his waist. His smooth, darkly tanned skin glistened under the light. "Get your clothes off." He pulled my shirt over my head and my shorts down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and he gathered up the clothes and threw them into the hallway. He closed and locked the door and un- locked the other door. The smell of sweat and steam filled my nostrils. He turned a switch and a soft red light raked across the room. "Go ahead." My bare feet touched the cold tile of the floor. In the corners of the room I could make out the shapes of various pieces of work-out equipment, and there were straps and chains hanging from the walls and ceiling. My feet felt several drain screens in the floor. The walls were tile as was the ceiling. On the far wall was a sink and next to it a toilet sat in the open. Several shower nozzles protruded from the wall as well. We stopped in the middle of the room and he faced me. He reached down and gently fondled my cock which sprang to life at his touch. "Tonight you are mine." He went to a cabinet and took something from the shelf. He squat- ted in front of me and took my cock and balls in his hand. He pulled them tight and slipped a leather cock ring around me. Embedded in the tile floor were several plates with screw holes in them. He took a large eye bolt and screwed it into one of the plates. He positioned me over it and told me to lay on my back with the eye bolt between my legs. The tile was cool and refreshing against my back and ass. I could see him working between my legs. He fastened the cock ring to the eye bolt with a short fat chain. As he worked, he massaged my balls and teased my cock until it was rock hard. My skin was so white next to his, and made to seem all the more white by the lack of any hair. He pulled my legs apart and held them fast with a set of fetters and chains. He grunted as he stood up. His belly seemed immense as he stood over me. He fastened my arms tightly over my head. I was pinned to the tile like a butterfly. He straddled my head and let the towel slip from around his waist. His cock and balls hung low over me. He squatted down so that his cock was above my face and his balls lightly caressed my lips. His huge thighs and belly surrounded me and gave me shelter. "Are you daddy's little boy?" "Yes, sir." He began to massage his cock. "Yes, you're a sweet boy. Such a sweet boy. What belongs to me?" "I do, sir." "All of you?" "Uh, yes, I guess so." "Yes, all of you. Such a sweet boy. Open your mouth. That's right." His cock was not hard but he kept working it. I realized what was going to happen and I pulled hard against the chains. "Relax, boy. He reached back and slapped my thigh, then patted it lovingly. Are you my boy?" "Yes, sir." The first drops of hot piss hit my lips. He reached down, squeezed my jaw in his beefy hand. "Relax." His voice was deep and husky. My mind was in fear but my heart and cock wanted to trust him. Was I not his boy? Was this not my role? This is what I was meant to do. This is what I am. I relaxed, opened my mouth and tilted my chin up to receive him. He let go with a hard stream of piss that splashed into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth to close my throat so that I would not choke. He filled the cup of my mouth and the piss ran over my lips, down my cheeks and neck and began to collect around my head on the tile floor. The hot, bitter liquid was delicious. I thought of his bladder emptying into me. His piss was in him and now it was in me. A beautiful cycle had begun. The stream ran to a trickle and then stopped. "Now swallow." He was caressing my face with the back of his hand. I closed my eyes and swallowed the warm liquid into my stomach. "Good boy." ______________________________________________________________________ File downloaded from PINK TRIANGLE BBS -- England's only OUT Gay Board [+44](0)81-963 0496 300-2400 8N1 (inc 1200/75) MNP Level 5 ______________________________________________________________________