I'm not gay!
In a shocking twist (for me) I'm writing out a relatively healthy and consensual relation between a bull and a man. (what?! Gasp!)
I'm not gay.
By: Beefy the bull
Sep 2024
Marcus was lifting in the gym, listening to tunes though his headphones. The 30 year old human started lifting on and off about year ago, but was finally making a regular habit of it. It had become a good way to get out of the apartment, and away from everyone else for a minute. He started going every-other day, and it was really helping him focus on his personal issues. Ear buds in, tune the world out, and just lift and think. He was going after his shift ended at nine pm, so the gym was less crowded. His ever-other day gym schedule rotated him through different days every week, so quickly learned all the regulars there.
Monday Wednesday and Friday were the gray wolf dude. Maybe forty years old? He was always watching everyone with his piercing gray eyes, and always talking to every woman under twenty-five. If you saw him in the lockers he would make sure you saw his big red dick, knot and all, like it was almost mandatory for him to show you his dominance.
Ironically, every Tuesday and Thursday were Jaguar chick. Probably in her late thirties, she made sure you knew she was watching, curious, and that she was not just strong but also wildly flexible. Marcus always thought it was almost hilarious that the two never crossed paths, but that it would also be equally hilarious for them to cross paths.
Then he noticed that there was another guy who was also on the ever other day routine, a bull probably in his early to mid thirties, hitting the weights every time he came in. Marcus thought it was cool that his chosen gym routine was the same as such a buff guy. It inspired him to keep going. Hell, several times he wanted to call it a night, but looking over and seeng the gray-blue bull still knocking out reps tirelessly encouraged him, and drove him to keep going.
His unknown gym partner would press on, so would he!
Marcus felt certain respect and camaraderie with the bull. At one point while working with the same machine back to back, the bull and human exchanged a nod of respect. He liked to think they were both here for the same reason - a serious workout and a sort of mental escape. The gray bull never said anything to anyone unless he had to, and just stuck to his routine and focus. Marcus was the same, here for one reason: to pump iron and forget about life.
One day after a strenuous session of weights, Marcus called it off, and headed to the lockers. He undressed, grabbed his towel, and headed to the showers. He didn't really want to go home today, his girl had been acting crazy lately, and he honestly didn't want to put up with her right now.
Leaving the lockers and entering the showers through a wide open doorway, you stepped in to a long eight foot wide tile hall with smaller four foot high by two foot deep tile walls separating the individual shower heads, providing some notion modesty. Except for the very last shower head that was separated by full hight wall. It was a larger area, with a stainless steel bench and was probably meant to function as a handicapped stall. Mostly it was good for someone locker-room shy. Or as today was for Marcus, good for a pent up guy with a boner that wasn't going down.
Naked, but using his folded up towel to hide his boner, he headed right to the last stall, and once in, threw his towel on the bench releasing his hard-on, and turned the shower to its hottest setting. Once the water was reasonable he stepped in to the spray pumped the wall-mounted body-wash dispenser and lathered up his cock. He closed his eyes and started to stroke, imagining the girl that worked the front desk. Rebecca was naked, and about to-
"Huh, looks like we had the same idea." A deep burly voice said.
Marcus opened his eyes and released his shaft mid stroke "whoa!" He exclaimed in surprise.
Standing before him was the big gray bull man, naked, huge tapered boner pointing at him.
Marcus looked at the massive bull part longer then he felt was polite for him to look, but damn.
"I'd step out, but theres a few people out there right now and I need to do something to make this go down first." The bull said stepping over to the hot water and pumping the soap dispenser.
"I..." Marcus covered his boner with both hands shyly. "I'm not gay!" He stammered.
"Huh? Ha, Hehe, me either. Just in the same boat as you, boner won't relax, so need to let off a load so I can put my shorts on and go home." He said as he turned to face the opposite wall and started stroking himself.
Marcus didn't want to seem like a coward, but he wasn't about to jerk with another guy.
"My names Tanque, whats yours?" The bull asked casually as he offered his free hand for a shake.
"I'm, um , Marcus." He replied and awkward shook Tanque's hand.
Tanque nodded in acknowledgement then turned away some and with one hand on the wall continued to stroke, eyes closed.
Marcus thought about grabbing his towel and just heading out, but he heard voices out there in the showers... it would be weird walk out with a boner, and theres another guy in the single stall with you. Damn, what should he do?
The hot water spray was the only sound for a moment.
"You see Rebecca today? Those spandex leggings she wears? Fuck." Tanque said slowly stroking.
"Yah." Marcus replied, his rod pulsing as he involuntarily imagined Rebecca in those tight leggings.
"When she walks? Mmmmm." Tanque said.
Marcus pulsed again, dam Tanque was right, she was a sight to behold.
Marcus reminded himself it was like when he was younger jerking off to porn with his friends...so took a deep breath, pumped the soap dispenser, closed his eyes and stroked. The stood side by side, but facing opposite directions. Both with their eyes closed stroking.
"Mmmuhhh, fuck, she bends over to re-rack some weights..." the bull half moaned.
Marcus throbbed imagining that, in those tight leggings...
The bull had some choice descriptions of her ass, and her tight wet passage, and it was hot as he imagined her, but it just wasn't enough. Probably his nerves because there was a naked bull in the shower with him. He just couldn't quite get there, and his cock was getting sore from jerking it so long with soap.
"Uuuuugghhhh, damn." The bull let out a low frustrated grunt, Apparently it was about the same for the bull.
"Hey Marcus, you mind...helping me out?" The bull turned to him.
"What, like?" He asked not catching the bulls meaning.
"N'uthin gay, just...yah know... you tug on mine, I'll tug on yours."
"I...uh..."
"Dude, I'm so f'n close! Come on!" The bull tried to keep his voice low.
There was still noise and activity in the main communal showers, and he was sure walking out of a shower-stall he was sharing with a bull with a boner would start some rumors and drama he didn't need.
"I...well..." Marcus sighed, turned and and nodded.
They were facing the same wall in the shower now, and the bull reached over and gripped Marcus's cock, and squeezed it.
Marcus gasped, and reached up hesitantly gripped the huge bull part. He tried to squeeze the huge rod, but it was rock hard.
The bulls hand gripped Marcus and them some. The bull more or less made a soapy fist and stroked him, occasionally squeezing a little more.
Marcus half heartedly stroked the bulls cock, his hand didn't even wrap around all the way, it was so big.
"Rebecca is right in-font of you on the highstepper-machine." The bull whispered and synced his stroke with the familiar rhythmic pace of that machine.
Damn, that was hot, with his eyes closed it was like he was right behind her.
"She has it set to three, but she turns it up to four." The deep bovine voice narrated his minds eye as the stroke increased.
Marcus had both hands against the wall, eyes closed tight.
"Shes really working it, shes sweating a little now, and she lets out that little moan she does."
He was rock hard, the visual the bull was describing was working!
"Shes going to sprint to the end! She turns it up to seven!" The bull whispered excitedly, his fist suddenly furiously pumping at a rate equal to the steppers imagined speed.
Marcus was so close, he struggled some with the back of his mind thinking about another guy involved in this wank. But the bull rescued him-
"Shes burning herself out to finish, she turned it up to ten!" The narrator urged him as suddenly the stroking moved to a truly furious pace.
He was so close...
"Only a few more seconds before she stops!" The voice urged him.
Marcus was about to...
"Unnn..." He grunted quietly as He jizzed on the tiled wall in four shots.
The stroking slowly stopped, and the bulls hand left his cock as Marcus caught his breath and started to face that he had just let a guy stroke him off.
"Great job Tiger!" He slapped Marcus's ass.
"I just need a min..." He said catching his breath, but realistically more of just composing himself.
"I didn't think I was that good." The bull said with a grin.
Marcus almost rinsed and left. The pent up horrnie-ness that made him barely ok with team-jerking was gone now.
"Hey don't leave me pointing at the wall here." Tanque said pointing down, reminding him of his obligation.
Marcus reached over hesitantly and touched it, he could feel the bulls pulse.
"You, uh, might need to... use two hands." The bull suggested.
He didn't want to, but the guy did just jerk him off, so by bro-code he owed him that. I couldn't be a man if I walked away from an obligation, Marcus thought.
He mustered his courage and turned to the bull so he could use both hands, soaping up, he gripped him with stacked fists on the huge shaft. Marcus started stroking.
"Um, I can't think of anything hot..." Marcus said as he dealt with his feelings about jerking a guy off.
"Its ok, I'm good at this, just follow along for me." Tanque said closing his eyes.
"I'm spotting Jaguar girl while shes doing bench press, and shes hot for me so she stops lifting and starts sucking my cock." Tanque leaned forward, putting both hands are against the wall.
Marcus tried to match the speed of what he imagined her head bobbing would be.
"You can look at her and tell shes a natural cock sucker...Dam those teeth are just there to tease you..." he said lustily with a heavy breath.
"But its not enough... she wants more... I sit under her while she does squats..." Tanque said with a grin, changing scenes and imagining that.
Marcus started a slower stroke, but longer, all the way down, then all the way up... the bull pulsed a bit at that.
After a minute he changed scenes again:
"She beckons to me as she bends over to rack her weights...yah, I give it to her full force!" Tanque said quickly. His breathing was hard so Marcus guessed he was close. He stroked furiously trying to put the bull over the edge, mainly for his own greedy purpose of ending this.
Marcus's attempts were close but as he burned out and slowed down, Tanque reached down and grabbed his cock above Marcus's fist and stroked the tip while Marcus sort of just... held the base. Marcus tried to just quickly extricate his hands as the bull took over, but Marcus's bungled move bumped into the bovines arm, pulling on it suddenly. and just as Marcus's arm caught on his, Tanque moaned, eyes closed tight.
Marcus tripping over him caused the bulls arm, and consequently his huge cock, to jerk to the side... Towards Marcus. It was slow motion for him, Tanque's cock head was pointed at him, not the tile... the bull was lowing as the first pulse of bull cum jetted towards him, and more were coming.
Marcus closed his eyes and tried to block it with his hands right as the jet of cum hit him in the face, one after the other, hitting his cheek, upper lip, other cheek, eyebrow, and hair.
Marcus spit and tried to wipe his face.
"Damn, dude, shit sorry." Tanque said out of breath, trying to help wipe his jizz from Marcus's face with his hand, and as Marcus was eyes-closed and trying to get in the water, so he couldn't see Tanque's powerful hand griped his neck and cheek, holding him still.
"Hold on bro-" he said as he wiped Marcus's face with a wash cloth. Trying to remove the cum. The human broke free after a second and used the hot water and vigorous scrubbing to wipe the bull-shot off himself.
He spit and washed his face a few times as the bull apologized profusely.
After a minute Marcus stoped washing his face and faced the wall. "I'm fine..." He said not sounding fine. The bull stayed quiet after that.
After a few minutes of finishing up washing in silence, Marcus turned and started to walk past Tanque.
"Hey-" Tanque said sounding serious.
Marcus ignored him and reached for his towel.
"HEY." Tanque said his imposing arm pushing his hand to the tile wall, blocking Marcus's path. Tanque was not the type of guy to be ignored.
The human stopped without looking at him, except for his freaking huge arm right in front of his face.
"What." He said flatly.
"Are you ok?" Tanque asked.
Marcus sighed and turned away from him to face the tile in silence for a minute.
How would he say what he felt? Should he say what he felt?
This guy was a male Marcus looked up to, thought of as a sort of silent friend, a comrade, a bro.
They had a... experience together, and Marcus wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Then there was the 'friendly-fire'. Marcus sighed.
"I'm ok." He said straightening up. "I just need to ...think about it."
The bull nodded in silence and moved his arm, but when he did, he also took both towels from the wall hook, and offered one to Marcus, looking him in the eye.
Marcus took the towel and dried himself quickly, then wrapped himself up, and headed back to the locker room.
The bull followed a moment later, and as Marcus sat, the bull sat next to him.
Marcus almost stood up to say something about needing some space, but the bull opened the locker right above his, and took out his duffle bag.
They sat in silence for a while as the bull dried off, and thankfully no one else was in the room.
Marcus sat for a moment trying to think of something clever to say to defuse the humiliating tension. He tried to think of something his bros would say to make him self seem more masculine, but everything he thought of didn't help, and only sounded gay.
Then the bull piped up.
"Damn, you jerked me off and I jizzed in your face! I think that means I owe you a coffee." He said standing in-front of Marcus, waist wrapped in a white towel.
"But I'm not gay! Marcus protested without thought.
He laughed a deep bovine laugh.
"Duh, its called being bi" he said casually as he unwrapped his towel, his flacid bull parts less then a yard from Marco's face, right in his line of sight, as he toweled off his head, slightly shaking his body.
"What! No. I'm not Bi!" Marcus said defending his masculinity as he looked away from the naked bull.
"Hah! HaH, Heh.Mmmm." The bulls laugh was a deep rumbling sound.
"I'm not!" Marcus insisted curtly.
Tanque sat across from him and continued to dry off with the towel.
"I bet you believe that too." Tanque said.
"I do." Marcus said annoyed. "I have a girlfriend."
"And I have two... Yet every time I see you here, you check out everyone. Girls and guys." Tanque said.
"I just.. like to...see who is what." Marcus stumbled to come up with a good answer.
"And what about in the locker room then? I've seen you scoping guys out." Tanque said.
"I'm just ... curious... about w-what other guys look like." Marcus said realizing that it didn't help his stance while also wondering how the bull knew, or... if he knew.
"Mmmhhmm. And how about jerking off another guy while he talks to you about a woman?"
"Hey! that was your idea not mine!" Marcus retorted.
"Yah, so? I have an excuse. I'm bi." Tanque said dryly as he was continuing to drying his pelt.
"I like girls!" Marcus tried.
"Me too." Tanque said flatly as he put a hoof up on the bench to dry his leg, his balls clearly showing.
"I'm not gay!" Marcus blurted again defending his masculinity to the bull as he blushed when he caught sight of the bulls tackle.
"Me either." The bull flatly retorted, casually swapping legs. "But yet you didn't walk away when a big burly naked guy showed up in the shower with you."
"Well, I...I couldn't..." Marcus worked to form a reasonable defense.
but the bull pulverized it: "Yes, you could- You walked butt-naked across a locker room, AND past a shower room full of naked guys to go into that stall." The bull said directly.
"I'm more modest then that!" Marcus said.
"Heh, I was just a few yards back, I watched it all happen." The bull winked. "-And When I suggested we wank, you coulda walked right out."
"But I couldn't! I had a boner!" Marcus exclaimed.
"Yes, you had a boner still...after a big, burly, naked, hairy bull suggested you join him in a circle jerk." He replied casually.
"But your not a fa-gay" Marcus changed words mid sentence. "-and I'm ... not e-either..." Marcus said the last part looking distant as the gears turned.
"No, as I've said all along, I'm bi." The bull said almost annoyed. "And If you weren't into it, you coulda said no, but you didn't."
Marcus sat quietly and looked at the lockers in-front of him, he had no response.
Tanque stood up and pulled on a pair of bright red bikini style briefs that seemed to strain to hold back his equipment.
"I'm at Gilroy's Coffee & Tea every morning from 6am to 7am. Feel free to stop in some morning and join me." The bull pulled on a muscle shirt with one velcro shoulder strap so he could avoid getting caught on his horns.
"I can help you talk about it if you need... I get its a lot for you to think about. My offer doesn't expire no matter how long you need to think about it." Tanque said as he pulled on his shorts and grabbed his duffel bag.
"Um, t-thanks Tanque." Marco stammered and flushed, still sitting on the bench in his towel as the bull walked to the door, and out of the locker room.
Now he wondered if it just the bull being a bro, or was it like a ... a date?
Sometime later at Gillroy's, 0615 hours
Marcus had avoided Tanque at the gym for a while. He wasn't sure what he felt. But he needed to talk to Tanque, to know if they were cool. Marcus finally got the courage to meet tanque for coffee. Marcus walked in and spotted him across the room easily, only one figure was so huge, Tanque sat scrolling something on his phone.
"Rocagrande!" The female barista called out.
Tanque stood, walking over to the bar.
He smiled at the Barista, his huge hand reaching for the small cup.
"Thank you." He said with a big courting smile as she blushed.
As he turned away from the barista he saw Marcus, who just and smiled weakly.
"Hey, order a drink and join me!" Tanque said walking over and clapping Marcus on the back.
It was a few minutes later when Marcus sat at the small table with his drink.
"So?" Tanque asked open-ended, with a knowing smile.
"I...thought about... what you said last time we talked." Marcus started uncomfortably.
"And?" The bull leaned back with a curious smile.
"I uh, realized I like... both." Marcus said having a hard time making eye contact.
"Welcome to the team." Tanque said leaning forward and patting Marcus on the shoulder "-But...?" Tanque left the table open for what he knew was next.
"I'm still trying to figure out what I like about...both." Marcus said looking around, making sure know one could hear them.
"Thats a good place to be." Tanque said, then seeing Marcus's confused look, he added "-It means you get to explore and see what you like. Trying things for the first time is exciting and fun!" Tanque told him.
"But its embarrassing to... try." Marcus said looking unsure. "I don't want to just...ask my girlfriend to...try things. It might mess up stuff." He said in a hushed tone.
"Yah, I get it you don't want to tell her about an experimental side of you that you don't understand yet." tanque said stirring his drink then sipping it.
"Yah." Marcus said quietly.
"Good thing you know a guy who can help you explore that side without any judgment." Tanque said with a mischievous grin.
Marcus looked at Tanque seriously for a moment, then smiled. "Hmm, guess so." He said.
Tanque leaned back, his huge frame dwarfing the chair he sat in, a smile playin across his muzzle. "Well start thinking about what you want to try first." Tanque said quietly, sipping his drink.
Marcus nodded silently. After a moment he asked "So what the hell kind of drink is a 'Rocagrande'? Marcus asked.
"Hah, thats good." Tanque's hand reached under the table, grabbing Marcus's hand, and placing it on Tanque's inner thigh. "This is a Rocagrande." He said with a smile. "And its quite a latte too if you want to try it..." he had a big grin.
-End for now-