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Jake was staring at the thick, muscular thighs and the taut, low-hanging testicles of a breeding bull resting only an inch or two away from his muzzle. The massive cock attached to the onyx crotch was resting on the bridge of his snout, not fully erect just yet but gradually getting there, mightily twitching as it filled up with hot bovine blood, its intimidatingly hefty tip creeping closer and closer to Jake's wide-open eyes. The excitement of impending breeding flared up inside the young bovine's body and made his tailhole involuntarily clench.

Jake could recognize those balls, that monstrous shaft, and the enthralling scent they carried anywhere. They belonged to his dad, after all.

The young bull - at least his head - was hidden from view underneath a stained and worn cooking apron, the green fabric tenting against his sizable horns as he kneeled down on the grass of his family's backyard. His large bovine nostrils twitched at the scent of the bigger bull in front of him, picking up the distinct aromas of grilled vegetables, beer, and freshly cut grass. Jake's heart was beating fast as he was pretty much forced to stare at the magnificent breeder invading the personal space of his snout.

"Well...?" The adolescent bull heard his father's brusque voice from above him. "You going to get to it or what?"

Jake shuddered from the commanding, dominant tone of his dad, subconsciously leaning closer to the bigger bovine's crotch, the hot shaft slowly slipping onto the side of his muzzle as the potent smell of a rutting bull drew his nostrils to it like a magnet. He moaned and twitched his ears as he buried his bovine nose into the dark leather of his father's impressive sack, the scent of the hefty dad-bull's sweat and testosterone boring themselves deep into the smaller bull's brains while his young lips tenderly kissed the tremendous pair of chock-full breeding rocks the other bull was blessed with.

Jake could feel the heat from his father's fleshy third horn warming up his muzzle from the side, the tip of the cow-impregnator already twitching next to Jake's left ear with how big it had gotten, now nearly fully erect from the brief stimulation the younger bull had provided it.

Jake couldn't help but lust after the great pole of prime breeding beef, just feeling it against his face being enough to get him rock-hard as he half-reluctantly indulged himself in the huge pair of bull nuts by his lips. His dad clearly hadn't taken a shower this morning as the firm surface of his bovine wrecking balls tasted salty from sweat, not that the taste of it was unfamiliar to Jake, who had spent his fair share cleaning them up like this since his 18th birthday. His eyes drooping half shut, the submissive bull allowed his long and salivating bovine tongue to slither out from his muzzle, hungrily wrapping the tip of it around the base of his father's fuckstick, continuing to suck in the lustful male scent with his big and flaring nostrils.

But before Jake could even properly get started, he felt the strong hand of his dad grasping onto the left horn decorating his adolescent head, the older bull forcefully yanking his offspring away from his groin, Jake's dripping tongue being left hanging outside his maw from surprise. Before he knew it, he was again staring down at the intimidatingly big cockhead of the gargantuan pole of bull sex, the very tip of it already pressing against his lips as the bigger male was perceptibly impatient.

"You know that's not gonna cut it, don't you? It's the family barbecue day, which means deepthroating daddy down to the nuts and no compromises. You oughta know this from last year."

Tears formed in the corners of Jake's eyes as over a foot of his dad's girthy bovine cock slipped past his lips, punching the back of his throat, nearly prompting a gagging reflex from the younger male. The sensation of it was bittersweet, for while Jake would've perhaps preferred to work his way down to deepthroating the phallic bovine beast, the crude forcefulness of his father was always in a league of its own for arousing Jake out of his mind. This time wasn't any different.

"Mrrhhh~ There you go..." Jake heard the profound baritone bedroom voice of his dad, who eagerly ground his crotch against his son's muzzle, the dark fur at the base of his shaft pleasantly tickling Jake's nostrils. "Now you can lick my balls all you want."

Finding himself at the same exact spot as before, Jake let his eyelids droop and somehow managed to wriggle out his tongue from between his lips, returning to what he was doing which was bathing the fist-sized bull-testes with his saliva, only that now he had nearly sixteen inches of dick inside his young mouth. From the corner of his eye, Jake was able to see the big furry hand holding onto a half-drunk bottle of beer being raised, the older, round-gutted male bovine promptly emptying its contents inside his intimidating muzzle, followed by a satisfied grunt while the younger bull nursed his father's fat cock underneath the old apron.

This was his third beer if Jake hadn't lost count. The bigger bull's inebriation usually went hand in hand with how horny he was.

This hypothesis got reaffirmed, for as soon as the black parent bovine was done flipping over some of the vegetables cooking on the grill, he grabbed Jake's left horn again and began thrusting himself against his son's muzzle whilst groaning from deep within his chest.

Jake coughed a bit as the prod-rod made for cow-cunts started getting hammered down his muzzle, the outside of his throat visibly bulging with how much his dad's meat stretched it out. The vulgar male taste he was accustomed to from blowing his dad was present on his tongue, triggering learned responses from trying to guzzle down a thick, throbbing bullcock within the young bovine.

Jake quickly fell into a state of lustful indifference, where he merely existed for the bigger male to use, the tip of his eager erection already decorated with a big and glimmering bead of pre as fully succumbing to getting facefucked by his dad aroused Jake wildly. As much as he craved to wrap his able tongue around the brashly moving mast of arousal, Jake had to settle for simply tasting the underside of his daddy's tonsil tickler as he could have been at risk of actually swallowing his own tongue if he had tried to play with the baton of beef too much. It was simply better to have the bigger bull have his way.

"Fuck! I knew I should have fucked you before going to bed last night! My balls have been so damn full ever since Thursday... And the women took their sweet time leaving for their shopping too... I swear I was contemplating just dragging you to the bathroom and emptying my nuts inside your ass if they'd stayed for another fifteen minutes..."

Jake's dad groaned, really slamming himself against his son's soft snout with the next pair of thrusts, the pair of balls jam-packed with the thickest of bull milk fiercely slapping against the young onyx male's chin.

Yup! It was family barbecue day alright! Sacred time for some good father-son bonding, especially for Jake and his dad. The younger bull usually spent most of his days acting as his father's eager cum-guzzling cock-hungry slut, but family barbecue day was always special. Non-stop breeding from dawn till dusk, most of it conducted loud and proud outside the house, in the backyard. The absolute stud of a bull that was Jake's dad always had his nuts heavy with cum and regularly sought relief in his own son's muzzle or tailhole even on normal days, but on family barbecue day, he was truly relentless.

Drool started dripping down from the sides of Jake's bovine mouth as he remained kneeling under the old apron, the bigger bovine's thick, throbbing cock lodged deep into his esophagus and roughly thrust downwards to scrape the walls of his throat as he got facefucked by his dad.

Jake was fully hard, had been since a while ago, sporting a healthy 20-year-old bull boner between his legs, his genitals responding naturally to the presence of the superior male and the superior cock. He was completely naked, which was rare considering that his dad usually had him wear something special that he had chosen, last year's outfit consisting of a way too tiny pair of jean shorts and a ridiculously small t-shirt, the first year's being a set of stars and stripes bikinis. But this year the bigger bull had been too pent-up to consider such foreplay, having to give up on his 'hot stepdaughter' fantasy in favor of relieving his lust faster. Jake was happy either way.

"Fuck! If only your mother had half as good of a muzzle as you do!" The older bull groaned, taking another swig of his beer, for a few excruciatingly long seconds pushing Jake as deep onto his calf-maker as he could, his tip throbbing multiple inches deep inside Jake's throat. "See? You don't even gag anymore! It really takes a man to take a man's dick properly!"

The aggressive muzzle-pounding resumed.

Jake moaned and his dark tail twitched restlessly behind his back as all of his senses were getting overpowered by his father's gargantuan cock; all he could hear being his dad's balls slapping against his chin, and all he could taste or smell the raw essence of a breeding male bull. The grass between his thighs was wet with young bull pre as the forceful and dominant facefucking was pushing him towards a submissive climax, a real bitch-gasm from getting bred in the mouth by his own daddy.

"Yeah! Suck out daddy's calves son!" The bigger bull's dominant voice echoed around the tall fence surrounding the suburban backyard.

Jake clenched his hands into fists as the six-pound pole of tumescent bull meat throbbed between his lips, on his tongue, and at the back wall of his young throat. He had sucked off his dad enough times to know when it was coming, and it definitely was coming. His jealous tailhole clenched by itself as the first strands of extra-thick bull milk were jet down his gullet, quickly followed by an absolute bucketload of the same stuff, all rushing down Jake's throat at once.

The young bull moaned and swallowed.

"Yeah~ Moo louder for me you slut..." Groaned the elder of the two bulls while Jake's dampened moans, mixed with the sounds of fervent swallowing echoed around the sunlit backyard.

The young bull drank and drank the thick, masculine extract, forcing the gooey mass down his throat as fast as he could to avoid actually choking onto it, most of his airways already plenty blocked by the huge cock occupying his mouth. His tailhole winked and his colon contracted uncomfortably while his belly was filled with seed, young cock twitching right on the edge of an explosive climax, each throb of his father's meaty cock dragging him deeper and deeper into the dark pit of pleasure he was drowning in.

Jake moaned and moaned, ultimately unable to stop himself from surrendering to the whims of his submissive mind and cumming like the needy cow he was; the one his father always managed to draw out with his intensive breeding. His head still hiding in the hem of the apron, Jake closed his eyes and came, ejaculating in heaps and completely hands-free. His father groaned something demeaning that he wasn't able to make out. Jake was feeling too good from busting a nut to drinking the syrupy bull milk a-la daddy, unable to concentrate on anything happening outside his mouth or his crotch. Jake loved choking on his father's cock.

The dazed young bull almost didn't even react when the older male eventually pulled out from his muzzle, Jake's tongue finally getting a taste of the stuff that had clogged his throat for almost twenty consecutive seconds. Jake's mouth stayed half-open as his dad took a step forwards, dragging his fat pair of calf containers onto his son's face, resting them there for a while just as to assert his dominance over the weaker male. The long bovine tongue slipped out of Jake's mouth and hung limp, slightly to the left of his mouth while he blankly stared at the taut orbs of bull pride blocking him from seeing much else.

"Heh~ Looks like that week of abstinence wasn't good for a slut like you either... Did you already break?"

Jake made no sound as he was pulled onto his own two feet from his horns by the sturdy arms of his dad.

"Well don't even think about passing out before your dad's done with at least one round of good breeding... Now turn around!"

Jake was practically spun around by the older bovine, now standing between his dad and the grill, the familiar, hefty gut pressing up against his lower back as the bigger bull leaned closer to him.

"Let's get this out of the way..."

The comparatively smaller bull saw a flash of green as the worn cooking apron was suddenly strapped around his waist and shoulders, the front of it tenting out quite a bit with Jake's persisting erection. He whimpered as his tail was yanked quite violently, bringing his onyx rump to meet with the conspicuous phallic shape between him and his father's groin. Jake was quickly filled with new energy and gasped longingly as the rock-hard bovine member was pressed against his ass.

"Tend to the grill for a while. Dad needs his breeding break..."

Jake moaned as his ass was suddenly full of hot, pulsing bovine cock, the walls of his colon spread to their preferred diameter by the intruding pillar of bull sex that the older male buried into his tailhole with a single thrust. The young bull always found himself in disbelief of him being able to take such a massive cock to the hilt, even though he had been bred by the same sixteen inches of bull dick for years. Feeling the raw, masculine shape throbbing inside his ass was always enough to make him moo from the sheer pleasure of it. His dad had the best dick.

Jake's dad snorted excitedly through his large nostrils and started pounding his son like an onyx beast, his dark pelvis thumping against the rump of his offspring loudly enough for the neighbors to hear what was going on in the bull family's backyard.

"Fuck yeah! Can't believe I waited for a whole week to breed this! Trust me when I tell you I'll still be pounding this ass when the sun goes down! My balls are heavier than lead after abstaining for nearly seven days." The older bull's hot breath tickled Jake's ears as he was bred from behind whilst standing up, his bovine frame held up almost entirely by his dad, who had his big arms hooked under Jake's.

Jake was already an adult bull but still lacked in body mass compared to his father, who easily won him in both the muscle and fat departments. Even though he was relatively fit and well built he appeared somewhat delicate next to his dad, even more so when the dominant bull was fucking him, grunting and making all the other low sounds of a mating bull. All the more reason for Jake's dad to breed him and make him obedient to his cock in the case that the young bull decided to grow up a little more in his twenties.

The incestuous backyard breeding grew more and more intense by the second, the various grunts and groans released by the older bull now joined by the hearty slaps his godlike calf churns made when they met with the soft fat of Jake's rump. Meanwhile Jake had to focus all of his energy on stopping his hooves from shaking too much, his legs about to give in with how much pleasure got rammed into all corners of his body by the mastodonic beam of breeding beef pumping in and out of his hips at a rapid pace. His erection was rubbing against the inside of the green cooking apron, smudging it with enough pre to make a noticeable wet spot on the front of it.

"Mmhhh~ Looks like you missed this dick as well..." Jake's dad snorted again, winding his hips back for a pair of prostate pulverizing thrusts, eliciting an extremely slutty moo from his panting son. "Can't remember your ass being this hungry since Christmas... Little slut had to beg for his present from daddy Santa on Christmas eve before dinner... Your mom almost got suspicious when we took too long getting ready... Fuck, your ass is milking me!"

Jake was only able to moan in response, getting his ass used like a fleshlight by the stronger bull, his anal walls unable to put up any resistance to the tumescent tower of cock that was aggressively reshaping his insides.

"Damn, it feels like it's been ages since I last fucked you raw... Luckily we don't have to care about making a mess here so I can stuff your tight little hole full of my calves as many times as I want..."

Jake and his dad did have a rule about using condoms inside the house, apart from the shower and bathrooms of course, as the younger bull was still miles away from being able to take one of his father's loads without letting any leak out afterward, which would make a huge mess considering how much the two actually fucked. Not that the condoms were a surefire solution either. Jake couldn't even remember how many condoms his dad had broken inside his ass from cumming too much or simply going for the double-dip with the same rubber.

But out here, a small or even a bigger mess wasn't a problem.

Jake was already fighting back his second orgasm with the little energy he had left when his dad abruptly hooked his fingers into Jake's mouth, making the younger bull's moans all the more audible as he got it into his tailhole from his old man. And on the same beat, the colon-cramming thrusts became even more aggressive and increased in pace to nearly twofold, the more experienced male really showing off his breeding bull genes to his son.

"Come on! Let the whole neighborhood hear when your daddy breeds you! I bet they'll be wondering who the new cow on our street is." Jake's dad groaned, his huge shaft pulsing with inseminatory desire in the tight clasp of his son's tailhole. "Perhaps I could get you pregnant if I breed you hard enough, so you can then be milked like the slutty little cow you are..."

And Jake certainly was, mooing ecstatically deep from his throat as he was mated from behind by his dad, enjoying every single second of having his hole wrecked by over a foot of bull sex. His young bovine balls were aching as his hole continued to wrestle with the unyielding, son-smashing mast of cock, the walls of his rectal tunnel contracting pre-emptively as they knew they were about to receive their messy reward of sticky bovine jism. Both the father and the son rapidly neared their orgasms, each releasing grunts and moans appropriate to their position in this barbecue day breeding.

It was a sheer miracle that Jake managed to hold out his orgasm for as long as he did, his cock harder than the horns on his head, twitching furiously each time the bigger bull pummeled Jake's prostate.

"Fuck! Take my calves, son!"

Jake mooed as loud as he could as the very back of his colon began inflating with incestuous seed, pumped inside his dilated tailhole by the tremendous bovine fucker of his own father. The already jam-packed bovine tunnel was stretched even further with the introduction of what felt like a gallon of the thickest possible bull cum, the mass of impregnation specialized swimmers seeking an egg to fertilize inside the bottoming male, filling up every minute nook and cranny in their quest to do so. And each passing second, Jake's dad just continued to pump more and more inside his son's ass, groaning with immense satisfaction as he was able to lighten his nuts properly.

There was eventually so much bull semen inside him, that Jake's belly began to bulge slightly outward from the liquid pressure of the bovine jizz claiming ground in his digestive tract. Combined with the fact that he had swallowed a similar load just moments earlier, it was quite safe to say that the young bull was almost entirely full of cum at this point, some of the thick frothy stuff even oozing out from his generously stretched tailhole as even more of it was added into his guts by the explosive ejaculation of the huffing breeding bull behind him.

Jake didn't even recall cumming himself but found the evidence of such bodily reaction taking place on the apron around his waist, the wet spot on it having grown significantly larger during his dad's ejaculation. He was out of breath and felt completely devoid of strength, his body mass increased by at least a few pounds with the amount of cum occupying empty space inside his ass. Jake was certain he would have fallen down if it wasn't for his dad holding him up from behind, the girthy bull breeder still inside the slightly smaller bovine.

"You see now why I usually don't abstain myself? These puppies need constant milking or they'll clog even a grown male up just like that." Jake's dad groaned into his son's ear, gently thrusting his hips and bringing his balls to touch with the smaller pair that Jake owned. "I was lucky enough to sire a son who's capable of keeping my libido in check since your mother can't really keep up with me these days."

Jake winced and his legs trembled as the invading rod was harshly removed from his colon, a gooey waterfall of semen bursting out from the other side of his sphincter only a split second after. The pair of strong arms abruptly stopped holding the young bull up, and Jake fell back onto the grass, having just enough strength to guide his fall away from the searing hot grill.

The dark, young bull was now down on all fours, his arms only barely able to hold up his trembling torso. His twitching ears picked up the sound of another beer bottle being opened, the distinct clink of the metal cap landing on the small table next to the grill sending an unexpected shiver coursing through his spine. Next up he felt the big, furry hand grasping his right cheek and gently dragging it to the side to expose the dripping bovine hole under Jake's tail.

"Good idea..." The older bull grumbled after having drunk half of the newly opened bottle in a single go. "I was thinking we could change the position for the next round."

The rock-hard slab of bovine cock got loudly slapped on top of Jake's behind.

"Told ya I ain't gonna stop breeding you until the sun goes down... And by the looks of it, that bastard is still pretty high up."

Jake felt the hard tip of the familiar bovine cock pressing up against his abused O-ring and trembled with excitement despite being dead-tired from a single round of the aggressive incestuous loving. Another slutty moo of a male bovine echoed around the suburban neighborhood as the hips of two onyx bulls collided once again, giving way to a heated session of father-son fornication on the grass next to the sizzling grill.

It was indeed the family barbecue day.