Bull Blowout
Bull Breakdown
By Dokino ([email protected])
2-24-2004
This story involved homoerotic type things, if this bothers you, please don't read this. This story is copyrighted to me, don't mess with it, post it anyplace else without my permission to do so. If you like the story, please let me know.
I can't believe that week is over, every friggin final in the universe, driving all over delivering pizzas, 2 hours of practice every day and an hour in the gym each day perfecting my bod before the all state championship game this Sunday. Too much crap, too little time and not enough plowin that sweet piece of bovine ass, Suzy Bell.
All I know is I gots all day today to drive from Jules to Hinkley across the state, 4 hours tops, and with driving my graduation Ford Mustang, I doubt it will take even half that time.
I should tell you a bit about myself here, you might be curious. I'm a 17 year old, Belgian Blue stud of a bull, my name is Brody and if I do say so myself, I am one hunky son of a heifer. I stand a tall 7 and a half feet tall, topped off by a handsome pair of long horns, which I got capped in silver last summer, and I am built like a brick shithouse. As bulls go, I think I rank up there with the best, big arms, thick neck, wide shoulders, big meaty chest, a tight belly, bitchin thighs and a hot ass, I tell you I make those hot cow babes cream their panties just with a look or a bounce of a pec. And add to it that I could make a horse jealous, 19 inches of big fat bull dick ready to stretch those hot cows open wide.
I pull out onto 94, and as quick as the engine can, I'm doing 94. I put the pedal down and let that beauty of a Ford engine roar it's way past 110 and hit the left lane, plowing through the early afternoon traffic, what little there is mind you. And with it being such a hot, sunny day, you can bet your ass I have the top down, the shades on and the music blaring out as I tear down the road, 3 hours max and I will have the state crossed. I am just so glad I got this cherry ride early so I won't have to ride that stinkin bus, listening to all those guys brag about how they are banging some chick or all their crap about school, I need the break and this is the best way to get it.
About an hour into the trip, I pull the car on back to 80 and then on down further as I exit for a little snack break and piss-a-thon. I fill the car up and while it's doing it's thing I hit the head, resting an arm up on the wall, I haul out my beef and let loose a heavy piss, sighing as I empty my bladder. Midway through my deposit I hear someone clearing their throat.
"Nice piece of meat you got there sailor, need a little relief?"
I look over and growl out at this little nothing of a ferret, the guy has to weigh 10 pounds and looks like a strong gust would send him flinging off into space, "I think I'm taking care of that right now buddy, how about you keep your eyes on your own dick." It was more a statement than question, and I look back at the wall, still splashing the porcelain with my steady stream. And loe and behold, the little guy doesn't listen.
"I was thinking you might need another kind of relief. You are such a big, strong bull I thought you might like to meet me in a stall to take care of other kinds of relief." And he says it with this long drawn out lisp, I mean do gays really talk like that or is it some kind of stereotype that makes them talk like that. So I look over again and not only is he gaping at my fat prick, but the little prick is sporting wood.
I shake myself out, and let me tell you, with that much cock, you shake for a bit, flex your bladder and make sure everything is out before you tuck yourself back in. And tuck I did, stuffing myself back into my jock and shorts and turning to the little mustelid. I grab him in both of my hands and lift him up so the 5 foot or so tall guy is looking in my eyes, giving him my most sarcastic tone and explain, "I'd just LOVE to visit you in the stall little ferret, but you see, I ain't gay. Now if you will just butt the hell out of my life, I will be on my way, got it?"
First off, the ferret looks like he's about to shit himself and grabs my forearms, well part of them, this little punk couldn't hold it if he had three hands, and then his little body starts shaking like a paint mixer, and then all of a sudden, he lets out the grunted moan, his eyes rolling up into his head. And then I smell it, I know what cum smells like, it's musky, but this is lightweight musk, musk I put to shame just standing around. So I look down and see that not only his he still pitching a tent, but it must be raining in there because the front of his loose shorts is soaked and sticking to his dick. All I can do is drop him and take a step back, "Fuck, you are one sick bastard." And instead of waiting for him to reply, not that I am sure he could, what with him squirming on his ass and whimpering through his little orgasm, so I head on out, pay for gas, a couple foot long subs, and a couple gallons of water, and head to my car, flop in and tear ass out of there.
Now keep in mind, I wasn't running, but let's just say I wasn't feeling entirely happy about what just happened back there. So I hop back onto the freeway and am cruising back at 120, snacking on subs and chugging water and otherwise making great time when there is a loud thunk, followed by a lot of shimmying and fishtailing as a tire blows out. I'll admit that this wasn't exactly the best thing to happen at that speed, but overall, I think I handled it well, cursing loudly, swerving along the road and finally coming to a rather jouncy stop in the middle of nowhere. I got out and looked at the tires, finding that not only was the front passenger side one blown out, but that the rim was toast as well. Not one to panic, I called my insurance and was told, after 20 minutes of waiting that I should expect a tow in about 15 minutes from Belter Auto. So I finished my food and drink and sat leaning up against the car.
Now summer has been known to be a tad warm, and let me tell you, it was more than a tad warm, and after a few minutes of standing out there in the heat, I tore off my now soaked shirt and let the sun beat down on me. By the time the truck got there, I was drenched, not to mention my shorts, which really taught me not to wear any kind of cotton/absorbent materialed shorts if you are going to be sweating and wearing a jock. I should have known better to get into a tow truck with a big, beer gutted horse with the name Stan on his shirt when he first pulled up.
"Whoooooweeee ain't you a perty stud. Gots a little bitta car trouble do ya?" He walked around, checked the tire and from the way he didn't give it much mind, but watched me on his circuit of the car, I wasn't feeling quite too comfortable. He clopped on up to me, looking me over and licked his muzzle lips before grinning at me, "I'll hook ya up right quick handsome."
I'd say he's about 7 feet tall, built kinda like a linebacker I guess, but a bit bulkier. I guess he carried himself well for a fat dude, had a decent build, nothing like my Greek god of a physique, but if he lost that gut he probably had a good build to him.
I can't say I was enjoying the conversation thus far, what with me not having said anything yet, and this fat horse eyeing me and flirting with me like I do with those big titted heifers, it just wasn't cool. I crossed my arms and used the most authoritative voice I could when I replied, "Look dude, could you just hook me up and get me wherever it is you are going to take my car, I got a game to get to tomorrow."
He just looked me over again and groped himself through his jeans, I mean fully groped, not an adjustment, but a full, lift the balls up, squeeze, move around, massage type thing. I don't know why, but I am staring at him, it's like what the fuck dude, stop grabbing yourself and get my fucking car moving. He starts rumbling and gets down on his hands and knees, looking under my car, the whole time though, his big ass is swaying around, tail swishing, moving around before he eases the big tray down from the wrecker and it settles near the front of my car. He pops my car into neutral and moves behind it, pushing it onto the tray with a little snorting and grunting. Without another word he puts it into park and walks over to me, sweating it up just as much as I am now and rumbles out, in way too husky a voice, "I love plowing, using my legs to really move things." And then, he climbs up into the cab of his truck and looks back at me, "Well, are you coming with me or not?"
I will admit it right now, and I can't even figure out how or why, but this fat bastard was turning me on, and I don't even dig guys, it's probably the ass, I always was into big juicy asses, albeit ones attached to big titted heifers. I just stood there, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, my dick pushing against the jock, a sure sign of impending erection and all I can think of is how hot that big ass looked. I walked around the cab and climbed in, and before I had a chance to say anything, he reaches over and pats my thigh, giving my sizeable quad a squeeze, "I know, you aren't gay. And you don't dig guys." And then puts the truck in gear and pulls off down a side road, a few miles into it he pulls the tow truck over to the side of the road and whispers, huskily like before, "Pull down your shorts and that jock right now or we don't go any further."
I look over at him, stunned to say the least, "What? Hey dude, you just said you know I'm not gay, get this fucking truck moving or I'll beat your ass." I figured I didn't want to beat this fat fucker up, but if he didn't drop this shit and get going, not only was I going to get pissed at this fag, but I would miss my damn game.
He growls, literally growls at me, a damn horse, as he turns in the cab, and as I looked him up and down, sizing him up getting myself ready to kick some ass in this tiny ass truck cab, and all I can see is that the front of his jeans are undone and that he has this thick tube pushing up inside his shirt, and not just inside, but I mean up, like easily near breast pocket height. His hand grips my leg again, this time hard, "Look, get your fucking shorts down, I don't need the macho shit, now just be a good boy, pull down your shorts and let this fag suck your dick. We will both be happy and we can get you to your "fucking" game." He pulls his hand away and rubs it along the length of cock through his shirt, eyeing me hard core.
I couldn't think of any other way out of it, though I am sure I could if I had tried just a tad harder. Let's just say this whole week of shit, picturing his huge ass on Suzy Bell's backside, and a week long sabbatical from shoving my dick into her hot pussy made me give in a lot faster. I push my jock and shorts down, and to my surprise, my dick was not only filling out, it was growing hard, I guess I need some sex more than I thought, and head is head.
Without so much as another word, that horny horse got on his hands and knees in the cab and slurped up my cock, quickly taking three quarters of it into his muzzle and down his throat. I of course let out an uncontrolled moan of delight at not only how quickly he did it, but also at how good this fucker was. He had me fully hard as quick as I think I have ever been, and was bobbing on me like I'd never seen outside of some bad porn, or most of all, experienced. His muzzle was velvet, wet and hot, his hands were on me, one stroking what cock wasn't in his maw, the other, rubbing my chest and belly and my swollen balls. I'd never felt anything this good, not even Suzy Bell's pussy was this tight or accommodating, and let's just say Suzy was never into sucking, mostly she just wanted me to go down on her before popping her snatch, this horse though, was amazing.
His hot slurping, my lust driven moans and the creaking of the bench seat filled the cab of the truck with sound, and my hips and ass were bouncing around, trying to drive my cock fully into this cock hungry stallion's throat. I let him have it, I could care less who was blowing me, this was just too good to deny, that horny fucker slobbered all over my cock, even putting it fully down his throat a couple times, causing me to bellow out at each instance. My head lolled back out the window of the truck, letting nature know I was getting some serious pleasure from this, my arms followed and I held onto the truck as I pumped my hips hard.
His sucking slowed a bit at one point and I heard him snort out around my cock as I felt something very heavy slap my thigh. I almost looked, but he started bobbing like a whore again, so I just did what I could, which was buck my hips, moan out to the open road and feel some damn good cock sucking. Stan started making loud noises, though muffled by my cock, whinnies and all sorts of other horse type sounds as he blew me, occasionally shoving his tongue into my gaping pisshole, which drives me nuts I must say, twisting the thick muscle into the wide opening, which the more he blew me, the wider it got as my cockhead expanded.
All too soon though, with him sucking me like a pro, I let out a roaring bellow as I gripped the window frame on the door and the top of the truck, balls, swollen hugely from arousal, quivering wildly as I blew out my heavy load out into this cock hungry stud's maw and throat. I should say that I cum a lot, at least I think so, as I have made quite a few messes at times and in an expansive area, as I blow pretty hard, but Stan didn't seem to have a problem with either, the guy swallowed every drop I had to offer, and it seemed he had something offer as well
Because quite suddenly I hear him squeal around my cock, vibrating the length before I am plastered, quite hard I might add, by something very hot and very wet, not to mention sticky as all hell. So here I am, getting my rocks off and this guy is pelting me with these long sprays of his own load, and I'm torn between the feelings of wonderful, week long repressed orgasm, and this disgusting feeling of cum splashing on me, my thighs and balls and chest, and I hate to admit it, but even up to my face got hit with his load. I think both orgasms tapered off around the same time as he pulled off my length and started cleaning not only my cock, but some of his own cum off me.
He didn't say another word as he plopped back over in front of the steering wheel, turned the car on and drove off the remaining couple miles to Belter's Automotive. I didn't say anything either though, I was just in a daze, head and shoulders and arms out the window, head lolling to the side as I came down from orgasmic bliss, not until he told me to head on into the mechanic's bay and I nodded, offering him a "Thank you." For the lift. My mind was still foggy, not only from that wonderful blowjob, but from questions about how I let it happen, why I let a guy blow me, was I gay, you know, questions of sexual doubt and who knows what else. Hell, I even had questions about how big Stan's dick was, what it tasted like to suck a dick, how big were his balls, was his ass tight. I was also covered in horse spunk, my cock stuffed uncomfortably in my jock and shorts, still filled out, but slowly shrinking back to limpness.
I really was lost when I walked in and saw my second big ass of the day, though this one put Stan's ass away in width as well as fullness. This on someone hunched over the front of a car, hood up and obviously working on something in there as he worked a ratchet over some unseen, by my eye, car part. And then the booming voice comes from under the hood.
"So what can we do for ya?"