The Repair-'Bull'
Hello all. Here is another silly little story based on a tired old cliche. What can I say, I think they are fun. Hope that you do too.
Shawn rolled his lean, cervid frame from back to stomach, the hot sun blinding his eyes as he reached for his sunglasses. The sun felt good but he was glad that he remembered to put sunscreen on his sensitive, black nose. He sighed, thinking how nice it was to be home during summer break with his number one priority being to lay out by the pool. His mom would be out of town the next few days so he was sure to have plenty of time to himself. He didn't even mind the small list of chores that she had left him to complete during his vacation.
He sat up and grabbed the small file that he had brought out with him. He shaped his shiny black hooves with the file removing any splits or spurs he found. He smiled and idly scratched under his chin and let his paw rub over his firm, white furred chest.
Glancing at his watch, Shawn got up and walked to the gate. Peeking over it, he scanned up and down the deserted street looking for the repair technician that his mother said would be coming this afternoon. The washer had broken down three days ago and the appliance shop was just today getting around to sending someone to look after it.
Shawn selected a new play list on his mp3 player and lay back and closed his eyes. He was well engrossed in the third track when he felt something tap the bottom of his hoof. He opened his brown eyes and ran them up the length of the young bull standing at his feet. He had been expecting some pot bellied old fart, but this stud was indeed a surprise. His eyes widened as he worked them up this body, from the scuffed and dirty hooves to the starched white tee shirt that contrasted with the dark blue uniform jacket and the tan furred, muscular neck. The bull's chest rose in a sharp V from a tight waist to broad shoulders that pulled the uniform taunt. His large, curved horns were nearly as white as his tee shirt and were tipped in black. A long tail that touched the ground had swung slightly to one side so the buck could see that it ended in a full whisk of blond hairs.
Shawn figured that he could hardly be a year or two younger than the bull who was smiling down at him. He now noticed that the bull's cute muzzle, which was streaked with a blaze of white that ran from just in between his eyes to this tip of his pink nose, was looking up and down his frame in the hot sun. Shawn was glad that he had spent his first year of college on the freshman track team. He knew that he looked good in the tiny black bathing suit that cut high up on his thighs and gave a perfect setting for his large sheath and balls bunched under the thin material.
"Service Technician O'Dell to fix Mrs. Miller's washer, Sir," the young bull said with perfect professional bearing.
"Hi, I'm her son, Shawn. C'mon and I'll let you in."
Shawn led the way giving a slight wag of his short tail, affording the bull a partial glimpse of one high, hard cheek of his ass.
"Here it is," Shawn said as he pointed out the white enameled machine in the cool basement.
The bull set down his tool box and laid out his tools on the floor with the precision of a doctor. Shawn leaned back against the banister, feeling his heartbeat increase as he watched him work. The bull pulled off his blue jacket, baring his thickly muscled arms. He pushed his blue baseball cap to the back of his head, exposing wisps of short, blond head fur.
Shawn felt his cock getting hard. As the young bull was about to pull the washer away from the wall, Shawn said, "I think I'm going to have beer. You want one?"
The bull again focused on Shawn's crotch, then let his eyes work up over the white fur that covered the flat stomach muscles and his well developed chest. "No, thanks, I'm on duty," he answered.
"Oh, c'mon, it's hot, and I sure as hell won't tell anyone. Besides, my mom is out of town all this week. No one will know."
The bull pulled the washer away from the wall. "Well, it is hot," he hesitated, positioning a screwdriver at one of the top cover screws. He glanced again at Shawn's hard, young body leaning against the banister, one cloven hoof poised on the edge of the bottom step. "You sure she won't be coming back? I just got this job not too long ago and wouldn't want to loose it so fast." He grinned, a tiny dimple deepening on either side of his sexy smile.
"Drink a beer with me and I'll put in such a good word with my Mom that you will probably get promoted. She loves to fill out customer service surveys!" Shawn smiled back at him, dropping a tiny wink as he raced up the stairs to the kitchen.
As he reached into the fridge, he drew a long breathe to calm his trembling. He couldn't believe that he was trying to seduce someone in his own home. Sure, there had been lots of sex with other guys while he was away at school, but nothing had ever happened while he was living at home. And the fact that the bull seemed so nervous made the thrill of the pickup even more illicit.
The bull crouched behind the machine, accepted the opened can and took a long swallow. "The motor is in pretty bad shape, but I think I can fix it," he said to Shawn as he took another gulp of the cold beer.
The bull set his beer down of the floor and stuck a dirt stained paw out to Shawn. "I guess I've been pretty formal, being on the job and all. Name's Marty O'Dell, but you can call me Utah. That's where I'm from and what everyone calls me."
Shawn offered his own slim paw and they met in a strong, quick handshake. Shawn felt his cock pump fully out of his sheath and it stretched the thin swimming trunks away from his body as the young bull's flesh pressed against his own. Utah had two small dirt smears on his tan furred muzzle now, making Shawn harder than ever. He leaned in close to the washing machine and hoped that he could hide his hard-on.
They chatted about Shawn's college and Utah's hometown as Utah tugged on the wires and components at the back of the machine.
Then Utah drained his beer can and stood up. "Think I'm going to take the motor down to the shop," he said. "I can't seem to get it to turn over. Think you could hand me that seven-inch crescent in my box?"
Shawn pulled himself away from the cold metal of the washer and rummaged in the big red tool box, cock still sticking straight up in his bathing suit. Fortunately he had angled it so that the head was still covered, although it strained so hard that the color of its flesh showed through.
On his knees again, Utah turned to accept the wrench, and found himself face to face with the hard cock that was barely covered. He took the wrench and slowly rose, laying the shiny tool on top of the washer's control panel.
Not saying anything, Shawn reached forward and lightly traced a wide circle around one of Utah's hard nipples. Utah leaned forward, his right paw easing into his crotch, where he began to squeeze his cock through his pants and underwear.
Shawn moved his palms flat along his hips and slipped out of the skimpy nylon bathing suit, flicking it behind himself with his hoof. His hard, six-inch shaft sprang forward, the round head coated with pre-cum as he played his paw down Utah's chest and washboard stomach, then over the bull's belt and into his crotch. Utah gently swayed his hips forward as Shawn groped and felt his swelling meat.
Shawn pulled his mouth into Utah's crotch and eagerly ran his damp nose up and down the length of the hidden shaft, his paws caressing the young bull's strong legs.
In one smooth tug Utah pulled the tee shirt over his torso and head and dropped it onto the dingy cement floor, knocking his cap off in the process.
Shawn wasted no time in letting his slender paws find their way over the bulging chest, stopping to tweak the hard nipples. Then he began to unfasten the bull's shiny belt buckle and slid down the zipper of his pants. Poking two exploratory digits inside, he found his paw engulfed in a thick thatch of blond fur, soft and shiny, making his dick quiver even more in anticipation.
Reaching up with both paws, Shawn pulled Utah's trousers and underwear down at the same time, letting them end in an untidy roll around Utah's tan knees. The bull's dick leapt up from its confinement. Shawn closed his eyes and inhaled the rich scent as the cock rubbed his nose and the soft head slipped over his muzzle.
Opening his mouth, Shawn let the bullet shaped cap slip into his waiting lips. The young bull groaned and pushed forward, sending another several inches of his eight- inch cock deep into Shawn's waiting muzzle.
Shawn opened his mouth as wide as he could and wrapped his left paw around the base of his own cock and began to jerk it, pulling at the smooth flesh and slicking the clear juice back down over his tool with each stroke.
Utah groaned even louder as Shawn sucked the length of his shaft, slipping his sloppily wet muzzle up and down the hard rod, letting it slide down over the large, low-hanging balls. He rolled his head in delight and hooked a grease-stained paw around one of Shawn's antlers as the buck worked on him, pulling the slick lips hard around his cock head.
Shawn rose slowly, still beating on the hard cock in his paw, and faced the squirming Utah. "Fuck me," he whispered urgently, his hard dick poking into Utah's spit-wet ball sac.
It took no other urging. Utah pulled his hard, sweaty body close to Shawn's and turned him around. He urged him to spread his legs and raise his short, black-tipped tail as he bent over. The young bull began to wedge the head of his wet cock between the white furred cheeks of Shawn's ass, probing until he reached the tight hole buried high beneath the soft tail.
Shawn gasped as the wide head entered his tail, but he also made his ass muscles relax, and he felt Utah's cock take advantage of this and sink another few inches into him. Wriggling back onto the pole, Shawn felt pleasure overtake pain, and he soon had impaled himself on the slick tool.
Utah clutched at the hard muscles of Shawn's stomach and lower back as he plunged his steaming shaft up against the tight ass muscles, his hard, flat hips slamming up against the soft fur of Shawn's ass cheeks with each thrust.
Both of the hot furs were lathered in sweat. It dripped through Utah's short blond mane to fall onto Shawn's brown furred back as Utah fucked him.
Knowing that he could not take much more, Shawn wrapped a paw around his still hard penis and stroked it in time with Utah's thrusts, each time bringing him closer to an explosive orgasm. Feeling that he was close, he spread his legs a few inches farther apart and let his paw go wild. He lurched forward as the first of his cum shot out onto the floor. Shawn closed his eyes and continued to pump load after load from his dick, his ass muscles tightening like steel bands around the thickness of Utah's cock.
Feeling Shawn's ass tighten, Utah increased his fucking tempo. He held his load for as long as he could, his long tail lashing about with pleasure as he felt Shawn's body shudder in orgasmic delight. When he was certain that Shawn had finished, he plunged himself back into the tail, feeling his balls tighten up against his body. As his cock got ready to blow its load he yanked it free of the pulling ass muscles.
Wrapping a paw around the red hot dick, he pumped his first and second streamers of cum out over the short fur of Shawn's back. The next smaller pumps shot straight up from the end of his throbbing head and fell on Shawn's tail, slowly running in tiny globs down the slope of his ass and on down toward the sleek thighs.
Shawn rose from his bent over position when he felt Utah pull out and shoot. He stretched to get the kinks out of his back. Utah shook the last few drops of cum free of his dick and leaned against the cold edge of the washer.
"Here, let me wipe you up," he offered, picking up his oily rag. Shawn stood up straight and waited quietly as the bull made several swipes over his back with the dirty rag.
Shawn went on up the stairs and took a quick shower. Soon Utah followed, carrying his big red tool box and a grease stained carton.
"I'll have this motor fixed and here in the afternoon day after tomorrow," Utah said with a sheepish grin on his handsome muzzle. "You gonna be here alone again?"
Shawn smiled and nodded yes. He has a feeling that a lot of appliances were going to be breaking down while he was home on vacation!