Behind the Tree
It was my usual morning run through the park where I came across him. We'd passed nods a few times when we were out for a run but never spoken a word except the occasional 'hey' or 'hi'. That morning was a little different as I watched him jog off the path a little and out flopped the bull's cock. Staggered, my paws tangled up and I yelped as I fell head over shoulders down the bank.
"Shit, you okay bro?" That same bull shouts as he runs up to me fiddling with his pants the whole way.
Laughing and rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment I brush some of the dust off from my fall. "Yeah, yeah all good. Tripped over my paws is all at being distracted. Sorry to interrupt your piss." I say to him still rubbing behind my ears.
"Oh you saw that?"
"Hard to miss." I joke with the burly looking bull as he rubs his neck ashamedly. "Honestly I don't know how you run with such a monster between your legs and a full bladder. Not like you're the first guy to flop it out in this park anyway. You might be the first to flop it out just to take a piss however."
"Ha, funny bro, even if you might be right about that in this park. If your humours anything to judge by though bro, you seem to be going okay. You sure you're all good?"
Stretching out to keep warm I continue joking with him, "Yeah, wishing it was later in the day though so some of those others might be willing to lend me a hand with my discomfort but otherwise good."
"Discomfort bro?" The bull asks me with a frown playing right into my joke.
"It's not every morning I'm surprised with such a pleasant view. It gave me such a good boost of motivation if you take my meaning." I can't help but glance down to that same boost of motivation.
"Ohaha, shameless little shit." The bull laughs before looking around. "Well, no one else out here this time of morning bro, so maybe after my piss I could help you out with that discomfort. Least I could do is let you have a closer look after making you trip bro. You game?"
Hardly believing my luck, all I manage is a frantic nod and grin as the bull begins walking back off the track. "Ha, we're definitely not the first ones to come back here for some fun bro." Bull daddy chuckles as he points out the used condom discarded in the dirt. "Here just gonna finish what I was doing bro. Be less than a minute."
Jumping in front of where he is, I grab the waistband of the bull's shorts and let that dick flop out myself. Dropping to my knees right in front of him I allow myself to become mesmerized with that dick. "Hey bro. Look horny is good but I really need to go bro."
Salivating, I lean in and press my nose into the sweatstained fabric of the bull's crotch. Breathing in deep, I can taste how thick and potent this bull is just from the scent while I moan and mumble up to him. "So?"
"Fuck bro, like I really need to-oh!" The big bull stutters the moment my tongue licks at his heavy stretched out foreskin. Pressing up, I make a swipe at his glans before closing my lips around his thick head and give a single teasing suckle.
Locking eyes with the big guy past that fat mushroomed head I take my tongue off just long enough to say, "Like I said. I'm not stopping ya." I know it's depraved and kinky. The bull's size and musk just hits all the right buttons for me to kneel there and schlurp upon his long schlong.
Gazes locked, I recognize the exact moment when that twinkle of understanding hits home for the bull. Indecision runs rife across his snout, it takes a few cocksucking slurps from me to convince his moaning self he wants this just as much as I do. His needs far more pressing than my own even as I take my cock out to stroke it. Both of the bull's hands grip my skull, holding me right where I am. Breaking eye contact as they flutter closed the bull's snout relaxes in a long drawn out sigh. A sigh as telling as the deluge of heat that hits my tongue.
The thick salt of a dehydrated morning piss burns my throat, and I have to swallow faster than I would have liked as this bull it turns out has no problem in urinating while throbbing hard. Shit, it's too much, too fast as I go to pull off the bull only for those meat saucers of hands to pull me in towards his hips. "You're swallowing it all bitch. Don't want my boots getting wet." I'm not one to turn down a challenge but I barely manage to stop myself from gagging as he spews that salty broth directly down my throat. The choice of having to swallow taken from me, my stomach floods with his piss and he uses my willingness to shove his swollen dick deeper into my gullet.
"Awwww, fuck me bro." The daddy bull moans as he finishes using my throat as a urinal. "Been a long time since I've taken such a hot piss. You okay to keep going bro?"
I'm smacking my lips with the back of my paw even as my other paw furiously works my tergid meat below. "J-just gotta catch my breath sir." Voice rough from the unexpected action, I pant as I stare down his angrily pulsing bull meat. "Shit." I have to stop my paw as my orgasm hits blindly and to distract myself I dive down onto the bull's meat.
"Awww yeah bro. Fucking suck it." Mooing loud enough for the whole park to hear, the bull takes the lead once more. Both paws grab my skull, while his hips masterfully work my muzzle and throat. Tongue plies under that phallus to force myself to do some of the work but gone is what I thought would be a casual blowjob. The beefy bull having taken my kinkiness for permission to turn this into a full on muzzlefucking. My own paw blurs as my breathing is put on hold and moaning I hit that inevitable point of release. Cock spurting, my vibrating throat pushes the bull over the edge with me.
Left trying to suck down air past musky pubes, one hand pats over the back of my skull as the bull's hips shudder the final remnants of his release into my bloated tummy. "Shit that was good bro." Cock still damp, the bull nonetheless hides it in his jock before pulling up his shorts. "I run on Saturdays and Wednesdays bro, if you want a second round. Anyway gotta bounce or my missus will wonder what took so long." Turning around that ass waves to me with his hand before making a run for it.
Panting, piss and cum fresh on my tongue and a puddle between my legs as I get up. I count this as one of the best runs I've ever had. Wednesdays are gonna be good from now on. Bro.