Boy Begs Bull
His brown eyes were wide as he stood stock still, naked, his massive chest puffed up, his gorilla looking arms hanging over his wide lats, his feet firmly planted on the ground hard making his legs look exceptionally muscular.
If my mother wasn’t in the driveway right now, I would have jumped on him because he looked so fucking delicious panting heavily, his upper body coated in a glistening sheen of sweat.
“Fuck!” He yelled again with a little grin before he moved quickly to the bathroom. I leapt off the bed and turned to look at the mess we left: the sheets were crumpled, the duvet tossed sideways, sweat stains on the pillows and on the light blue bottom sheet where my body had just been. I grabbed the large dildo on the bed and heard the shower being turned on.
Al was stomping back in quickly. “Go! I’ll deal with this.” I started for the door when I heard him hollering back at me. “Tell her I had a nap when I got home and I’ll be in the shower. Put your clothes on!” I made it halfway down the hall, naked and carrying the fleshy fake penis before I heard the key in the door.
I stopped running and padded on tiptoes the remainder of the distance to my open bedroom door as I heard my mom announce a hello from the front door. With a quiet step, I made it into my room and from the corner near my closet I shouted back.
“You’re home early!” I looked around my room quickly and saw my clothes scattered on the floor. Tossing the dick into the closet, I hopped over as quietly as I could to the pair of underwear, jumping into them as fast as I could as I heard my mother dropping her things at the door. At any moment, she’ll be peeking around the corner.
“Yeah Barb was done.” I heard her keys drop on the small table at the front door as I grabbed a T-shirt and yanked it over my head. “Just as well, I think we were all done with Barb too.” I heard her moving as I found the shorts Al had told me over the phone to discard and put one foot in them fast before the other and pulled them up in a jump. I ran my hands through my hair as my mom appeared at my doorway.
“Hey.” I said as cool as I could muster as she looked at me with a surprised look.
“What are you doing?” She frowned at me, and I wondered what I looked like. I stayed far away from her in case she could smell Al on me. Because I sure could.
“Oh…just putting some stuff away.” I looked around my relatively neat room and trusted that the scene fit the lie enough. She seemed to believe it.
I saw her glance down the hallway to their bedroom. “I’m surprised Al’s home already. Is he showering?”
I paused to listen, as if I didn’t already know. “Oh. I guess so. I haven’t seen him much since he came in. He said he was going to take a nap. I’ve been in here, just hanging out.”
She gave me a half smile and rolled her eyes. “I’m so tired anyway. I could use a shower myself after the day of travelling.” She patted the doorframe and then continued on her way down the hall, her suitcase rolling along behind her.
I let out a silent puff of air and sat down on my bed, suddenly aware of the squishy feeling between my legs. I couldn’t help but smile as I flopped back on my bed, knowing I had Al’s cum deep inside me. I pictured him in the shower now, slightly annoyed that my mother was making her way down there. If only my mother hadn’t appeared so early – I’m sure we would still be fucking.
I laid there for a little while, trying to listen to the sounds down the hall to my mother and Al’s room. I heard her call out his name, and then the shower turned off. I could hear Al’s deep voice laughing with her in the bathroom, and I was even more jealous of the scene: Al emerging from the glass shower stall, water cascading over his beefy muscular body like Poseidon rising from the ocean. I grabbed my nuts at the thought, and played with myself, basking in the post glow of a romp with my hot stepfather just minutes ago.
I could hear Al’s voice talking but couldn’t really hear my mother’s. I pictured him talking to her from the bedroom as he seemed to be clearer. Then the shower started again, and the talking stopped. I had my hand down my shorts, fiddling with my growing boner when I heard footsteps coming back down the hallway and I quickly yanked my fingers out as Al’s stubbled face appeared with a shit eating grin. He had a white tank on and a pair of lounge pants, dark blue, with a tapered cuff around his ankles. I glanced down at his big bare feet.
“You good?” His hair was wet, all shaggy looking on top of his thick skull, looking darker than ever. He rubbed his greying stubbled chin, and then wiped his thick dark moustache before those big brown eyes settled on me again, taking in my lounging body on the bed as his eyes noticed the erection in my shorts. “You playing with yourself?” He raised an eyebrow, his mouth curling up in a slanted smile.
I put my arms under my head and lifted my feet off the floor in a stretch. “I was just thinking about you in the shower.”
Al’s big hand went to his lounge pants and he tugged at the middle. I noticed the heavy mass hanging down and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Your mom’s in there now.”
I saw his eyes catch mine, before I looked down to his large mitt tugging on his hanging cock in his pants. He licked his lips and lifted his chin at me.
“Show me what you were doing.”
I pulled my shorts up and down over my balls, and showed him my hard cock, all smooth 8 inches of cut cock flopping out with a smack against my abs.
“Fuck boy. Didn’t get enough, eh?” He moaned out, looking down at his own crotch before he too pulled his own pants out and down over his balls to show me his monster cock growing in his fist. His balls were tight, as if they were still full of cum even though he dumped a massive load in me just a half hour ago.
I grabbed my own cock and slowly stroked it as I watched him standing in my doorway, his eyes looking at me hungrily, debating like I was what to do next.
“I could go again if you want it boy.” It wasn’t a question. His voice was low, almost guttural as he watched me.
I nodded, lifting my legs up and pushing my shorts and underwear down my muscular legs. He watched me, bringing his cock to its full mast, the manliness of his meat apparent in his hand as I stared at the head of it. I licked my own lips and planted my feet on the edge of the bed.
Al lifted the bottom of his tank top to his pec and fingered his own nipple as he stroked his fat cock for me, planting both bare feet wide in the doorway contemplating what he wanted to do as the stood there staring at me.
“Do we have enough time?” I whispered, spitting into my fingers and then making a show of reaching between my open legs to moisten my hole for him. I heard him grunt slightly as my fingers found my hole.
“That hole aching for me still?” He whispered at me, stroking his cock a bit faster now.
I stared at him, looking at the sight of this giant man with his shirt up over his hard belly, fisting his big cock. His shoulder muscles were working hard as he gazed at me with his mouth hanging open.
I didn’t answer, just held my gaze with him. He broke it first, and looked down at his own fist and what was in it. Then he pushed his lips together and I saw his jaw working as he let a big gob of spit fall out of his mouth in a line down to his shaft. He rubbed it all over the head of his cock and strode into my room, moving around the bed to me, his cock in his hand.
“Open up son.” He whispered quietly, taking my right leg in his left hand and stepped right up to my ass. He pointed his mushroom headed dick right into my still open hole and pushed his way directly inside me. I hissed at the stinging sensation, grabbing his muscular thigh as he impaled himself into me once again. He went balls deep, those bull sized nuts pressing into me along with his hips as he held himself still. I opened my eyes at the vision above me, seeing him now holding both my calves in his grip. He smiled at me as he let out a long sigh, letting go of my legs long enough to lift the tank top right over his head so it surrounded his thick neck and showed off his mighty pecs. I could feel his cock throb in me as I relaxed, and grabbed the side of his legs to hang on to him.
He positioned his feet wider and pulled me forward so my ass was hanging off the end of the bed, then slid his hands up to my feet sticking straight up in the air. I watched him slide his fingers in between my toes and squeezed his hands tight around them. He closed his eyes in satisfaction as he groaned out.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He groaned before he opened his eyes, he leaned sideways to kiss my foot, then the other, and then grunted somewhat loudly as he started to move his hips in and out of me.
I groaned in response, digging my fingers into the meaty flesh of his legs and let him fuck me. It was hard, deep, and fast as we both kept our ears out for the shower. We didn’t speak, just stared at each other. I was bouncing off him, letting him take control, letting him use me for the second time. I stared at the exposed skin, the dark hairs splayed over his tanned skin, the muscles working hard, veins surfacing over him as he held onto my feet and worked his cock like a piston in me.
I saw his eyes narrow and he let go of my feet and leaned over me. Without a word, his mouth found mine and we breathed into each other as he fucked me harder. I locked my feet around his back, feeling his ass working overtime as he plowed me like a whore. I couldn’t stop kissing him, feeling my own pleasure intensifying, knowing my mother was in the shower just down the hall.
His arms snaked under me, gripping me against his massive body in a tight squeeze. My cock was sandwiched between us, and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he held me against him. I gasped suddenly, feeling the slickness of his sweat working around my cock as I felt the friction on his stomach, coupled with the plunging of his fat cock in my used tunnel. He knew he hit that spot deep in me when I gasped under him and he felt my body shudder in his grip.
“Cum with me baby.” He moaned into my mouth as his eyes watched me closely. I hung on to his neck, my hands on my own elbows as he fucked me furiously. I pushed my body up into his, working my own cock against his hard stomach. He knew what I was doing, and he was trying to hold out to cum at the same time.
We stopped kissing and remained cheek to cheek, open mouthed, watching each other on the brink of another explosive climax.
“Cum for your daddy.” He grunted at me suddenly, sounding rather ferocious. It sent something through me and I quivered against him.
“Oh fuck yes! Fuck it out of me Daddy!” I yelled louder than I should have and started to shake uncontrollably within his grasp.
He squeezed me in his arms and really pummeled my ass as he tried to bring himself along with me. I was already gyrating like an exotic dancer against his body, and I shook more as I felt the first wave of my orgasm surge through me. The first release caused my ass to clench enough to bring big Al right along with me.
I tried to be quiet and so did Al. He suddenly clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me in a wide-open manner that practically swallowed my whole face and allowed me to moan directly into his throat. He matched the sound, groaning into me as I spilled my cum between us and he dumped a second load into my ass.
I clutched his body, riding out my shuddering, matching his own shaking body as he filled my ass once again. I panted, burying my face into his rock-hard shoulder as I felt his heart pounding in his chest just under my chin. He pushed himself up away from me and we both looked between our bodies, seeing the sheen of cum now splattered over my shirt that I hadn’t managed to remove before the big brute slid into me. Al put a fist down beside my ear and used his free hand to wipe away his own stomach, smearing the liquid over his firm belly before he stood up. I moaned at the shift in angle, but he grabbed an ankle of mine and held me still as he removed himself from the clenched hole he was still embedded in. With another shiver, he pulled himself free, his hand still on my leg to hold it open as he peered at his work. I felt one big finger around my puckered hole, seemingly feeding me any remnants that had spilled loosed, making sure every last drop was stuffed in me before he gave my ass a soft pat.
“My boy.” He grinned up at me and took a step back. He turned his head to my open closet door and stepped over, his cock now hanging over the waistband of his lounge pants. He grabbed a tee from my dirty laundry and wiped his cock off, before he rubbed it over his chest and stomach and then tossed it back. He lifted his pants back over his bull cock and balls and then untucked his shirt from around his neck and adjusted himself.
I was still laying on the bed holding my legs up as if I was about to be seen by a gynecologist. We heard the shower stop and we both made an “oh” with our lips.
“Good timing.” I said, rolling forward and off the bed. I pulled my tee over my head and wiped my abs with it, then my own cock and between my legs. I threw it towards him basketball style to land in my basket in my closet as he stood watching me. I grabbed a fresh shirt from my dresser and when I put it on, I turned to see him just standing there staring at me. “What?” I said feeling a little blushed.
He just smiled and shook his head. “You’re fuckin’ sexy as hell, you know that?”
I shrugged, reaching down to grab my underwear/short combo from the floor and stepped into them once again. Al folded his arms across his chest, amplifying his biceps as he leered at me.
“How’d I get so lucky to find a little muscle boy like you?” He growled.
I tilted my head to the door. “You better stop looking at me like that and get the fuck out of here before she comes looking for us.”
He moved to me in two long strides and grabbed my face with both hands, bringing me up to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. It was slow, long, and left me wishing it would never stop. When he stopped, he only pulled back slightly, letting his lips linger, and he opened his eyes to look at me.
“I’m beginning to think you’re just as insatiable as me.” He whispered at my face, before he gave my lips a soft, light kiss.
“I am.” I whispered back, hanging onto his wide wrists.
“Good boy.” He kissed me again and then took a step back and went to the doorway. His ass looked scrumptious in those lounge pants, two bubbled glutes shifting as he walked, making me moan a bit out loud before he turned to look at me. “I think maybe next week you need to take some time off work and come with me on my run.”
I stood up straight, suddenly excited about that idea. I hadn’t thought about every travelling with him, and never even considered this was an option.
“Tell your mother you’re going away with some friends.” He lifted an arm up against the wall and I stared helplessly at the sight of his muscles elongating before me. “But you’re coming with me. Thursday to Sunday this week. And I’ll fuck you nonstop, and watch you whore that hot ass out for me.” He rubbed his chin and I heard the scratchiness of it as he stared back at me. “What do you say?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He grinned, putting his hand on his cock again, moving the material around the growing shaft. “Atta boy. You’re in for it now.”
I watched his large body disappear towards the living room, the sound of my mother coming from the other direction in her bedroom. I could feel my heart beating hard as I was left to stand there, wondering what a trip with my new stepfather in his rig would be like. And I couldn’t help but grab my own hardening cock once again, deep in thought about how I was going to make Thursday to Sunday work.
