Trespasser
Ol' farmer McCray finds a Trespasser
Never trespass
Jerome looking around carefully, glad to see ol' farmer McCray was nowhere to be seen. The young Bull snuck into the McCray barn as silently as as he could, the old barn was dark and filled with strong scents. Moving down the isle between the stalls, Jerome peeking into each one until he found the right one. The young feral steer was munching placidly at its feed, and didn't move or protest as the young Bull moved up behind him. Gently moving that tail aside, before slowly rubbing lubricate on that smooth tail hole. The steer not protesting at all went the young Bull, pushed his own hard cock into that hot ass-hole. "Ahmmm." Jerome breathed softly, as his long red Bull cock sank deep into the feral's tight anus. The steer seemed to barely noticed, but it's ass knew just what to do. It squeezed the young bull's shaft hotly, and that feral rump rocked side to side just a little, keeping the angle changing. Of course this wasn't his first time at this... Jerome couldn't help but wonder if the steer would have been as good a fuck if he'd still had his balls.
The pleasure of that hot tight animal anus, soon pushed such thoughts from his mind. In and out, in and out, those wonderful sensations on his eager shaft, or the squeezing... Jerome felt a breeze on his back, it made his fur stand on end. It felt so refreshing and cool... blowing on his balls between those spread legs... then came a quick flash, like distant summer lightning. Jerome expected a thunderclap to follow, but instead, a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder. "Caught you!" Came the deep, gruff, angry grunt, and no less foreboding than a real roll of thunder.
The young Bull's head twisted around violently on his thick neck, his eyes bulging out as he saw the huge older Bull standing behind him. "Mr... Mr McCray." Jerome stammered, young body so close to orgasm, and yet his hip's had froze in mid thrust. "Uhum its..." He couldn't really say it wasn't what it looked like, because it was exactly what it looked like. "Uhum... I... Uhum please sir don't tell... tell my parents about..."
The huge brown Bull towered over Jerome; his broad body made a wall of beef between the young Bull and the exit. His arms were as thick as the younger Bull's thighs, it seemed like almost as long. He had a stout belly on him, that hung over his groin a bit and gave him a hefty spare tire... and looking below that, Jerome couldn't believe how well hung the older male was. Even for a grown bovine, his balls were MASSIVE as they dangled between those thick thighs. They must weigh five pounds each, the young Bull thought to himself, and his sheath looked as thick around as Jerome's wrist.
That huge old Bull put his other hand securely on Jerome's shoulders, gripping so hard the younger male winced. "Hush up." He ordered sternly, but surprisingly calmly... and then he felt the old Bull pushing his shoulders forward, bending him over the steer's back. "Stay still." Mr McCray grunted, quietly beginning to bind up Jerome's wrists with bailing twine, then tied his legs to the steer's at the knee.
The young Bull didn't remember Mr. McCray looking so massively masculine, but then the young Jerome hadn't seen him up close in years. He licked his lip's and started to try again, when the older Bull pushed on his shoulders. Bending him over the feral steers back, Jerome tried to struggle a little but those big strong hands easily manhandled him. Jerome wondered if the old Bull knew that he'd been rutting his son, before the Bull jock had gotten his football scholarship to the university. "Uhum wha... wha." He started, and then felt the big older male clamp a big hand over his muzzle silencing him. Until Jerome stopped struggling and just let him do what he wanted, soon he was tied up helplessly to the big feral steer.
The huge Bull snorted, nodding in satisfaction, then pulled his hand back from Jerome's muzzle and started rubbing his back. "There..." He mumbled in his low dark voice, as he looked the young Bulls body over approvingly. "Good... stay." He said little else, but those burly hands began to slide over the young Bull's back, stroking him, caressing his young curves, finally fondling the young bovine buttocks...
Jerome inhaled deeply, as those big hot hands started rubbing down his strong young back. The sexy younger Bull gulped as he felt Mr. McCrays hands caress his sleek round butt-cheeks. Was the old Bull thinking of rutting him, it seemed out of character after all he was a breeding male
"Your folks don't hafta know." He snorted at last, then Jerome felt that heavy hand sliding between his legs, and firmly grasping his potent young balls. "But there's a price for rutting another Bull's herd, boy..."
"Oho thank Gods." Jerome exclaimed in relief, as the older male assured him that his family didn't need to find out he was a gay feral fucker. "Wha... herd... this steer?" Jerome choked, stunned to heard that this big straight male was counting this feral steer as in his herd. "Errr... what kind of price sir?"
Big ol' Mr. McCray smiled, and stroked the young Bull's firm balls, then grasped them and gave them a firm, slow tug. "Only one bull per herd, kiddo." The old Bull said ominously, as Jerome felt that thick beefy rut stick start to rise against his backside, "When two Bulls want the same cows...one of 'em gets made a Steer..."
"Wait Wha?" Jerome grunted, looking back in shock as the huge older Bull rubbed his leaking cock tip against his tail-hole. "No... your not thinking... Me a steer?" The young Bull bucked and struggled wildly then, his firm round ass pressing back as he did. Jerome could feel that huge round cock head pushing against his tight tail-hole he'd never taken a cock up there before.
Mr McCray licked his thick lips, and gave the young Bull's balls a firm squeeze, then pulled on them, stretching his cummers out in their sac. "Yep. You. A steer" The huge bull chuckled as he grabbed some more twine, and starts tying a loop around those young calf-makers.
"Owww... Owww... please don't Mr. McCray." He begged even as his own struggled helped work that huge cock deeper and deeper into him. Until the exhausted young bovine collapsed weakly onto the feral steers back, the big steer looked back at him. And for an instant he could swear there was amusement in the feral's dull eyes, and then the steer went back to eating.
"Amm, too bad, too; you got a nice set of nuts here... A few more years, you could of been a real big breeder... instead'a gettin' castrated like a feral." That big Bull's thick shaft swelled and throbbed as he fondled the younger Bull's endangered cummers, kneading and tugging on those tender orbs.
Jerome lay there panting for breath weakly, trembling as he felt his big older neighbor squeeze his fat young nuts. "Me a breeder... I don't think so, no matter what my mother wants." The young Bull confessed in that moment of fear and lust, his thick young hard cock was rock hard in the steers ass. "No, no please. Your... your not really going to castrate me are you Mr. McCray? I... I'm a good friend of your son Levon." Jerome tried, hoping that reminding the big farmer of his son would somehow help.
"Hmph!" The huge Bull grunted in contempt, and gave the line wrapped around those young calf-makers a firm yank.
"Ouch!" Jerome yelped in pain and surprise, as that cord was yanked making his fat potent young nut ache.
"If my boy wants to get mounted by his friends, that's his business; but this steer here belongs to ME. So just like him, you're gettin' the knife down there." The big Bull snorted, and then smirked seeing how excited the idea was making the young Bull. "Then, I'll show you how steers get fucked myself..." The huge Bull chuckled as he pulled a sharp, curved gelding knife from a nearby shelf.
"You knew about me and Levon." The young Bull choked, shocked that the older Bull wasn't angry that he'd been fucking his big son. "Your, serious, your really going to do it." The young Bull whimpered, realizing now that he was trapped and couldn't seem to talk his way out of it. "Fuck me... you've already got your cock up my ass." Jerome choked, not seeing the older Bull taking that gelding knife from a nearby shelf. Jerome's hip's pushed and pulled between the passive steer, and the older Bulls hard cock his pleasure building rapidly now. "So have you done it before? I mean I know you done this males, but I'm talking about non ferals." The young Bull rambled on as that big cock pounding into his stretched anus pounded him closer and closer to orgasm.
"I aint never fucked no males." Ol' farmer McCray snorted, even as his stiff cock shoved Jerome's body against the steers ass hard. Making Jerome's hard on tremble and tense, fighting to hold back the hot torrent of cum surging within him.
"Errr... but..." The younger Bull tried to protest, that the big old Bull was in fact balls deep inside of a male right now. The huge Bull grunted in contempt, and gave the line wrapped around those young calf-makers a firm yank. "Oooooooooooh gods." Jerome moaned as the ol' McCray pulled his balls far away from his young body, farmer McCray set the silvery edge of the gelding knife against that trapped sack neck. Jerome felt the icy cold on his hot flesh one second and then, a fiery burning the next second. And then the most powerful orgasm of his young life thundered through his body, leaving him draped over the feral steers back. "Whaaa whaaa just happened?" Suddenly something soft and warm smacked against the side of his muzzle, Jerome glanced over and choked in shock and horror. "Oho my gods... Is that my... my...?"
"Yer balls... yeah that's right Steer boi. You aint a male, no more... told ya I never fucked a male." Ol' farmer McCray chuckled, driving his thick fucker in and out of Jerome's tight ass roughly. His long cock really pounding balls deep into the new Steer lustfully now, using him hard for the real Bulls pleasure. "Ya belong ta me now... Yer gunna move inta the house, along with my gelding horse boy Cameron." The huge Bull snorted, as he pounded his huge cock into Jerome's big round rump savagely. Suddenly the young Steer felt a hot rush of cum flood his bowels, and whimpered as Ol' farmer McCray grunted in pleasure. Before untying his new Steer, and dragging him off of the feral Steer. "Now git yer ass up to tha house."
FIN