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I stared at the leather strap in my hand. My mind was blank. I tried to digest what Dex was saying. "What?" I asked, for probably the fifth time. I felt Dex's human hand reach under my chin, and lift my head until I was staring him eye-to-eye.

"He doesn't understand." Dex, my Stallion and Herd Leader, repeated simply.

"What?" My mind was still blank with recognition.

Aden snorted. My son looked at me, as he sat on the couch. It had been a long day. First work had been hectic, I had to go to the trial for the pick-pocket and face his family, being called a liar, and having to rely on backup witness testimony from a neighbor who had seen the whole arrest. Then Francis had ignored all texts from me. I was worn out when I came home, only to find Dex and Aden waiting for me in our den.

"You aren't speaking his language, and you confronted him. He felt attacked. You sat in front of him. You questioned his actions, and he naturally went defensive. You're lucky he didn't attack you."

"Oh..." I whispered.

I think I was starting to get what these guys were talking about finally. "So, he felt threatened by me talking to him?"

Dex sighed again, running his hand through his long blond hair. "No, he felt threatened by your body language and actions. You challenged him. Now? Now he's probably at home sulking and wishing he had clocked you and is confused as to why you didn't clock him. He's no leader, no Alpha..." Dex smiled.

"I talked to John about it. Bruce told John that his dad was sulking and fuming about something, but wouldn't tell him what. So, since he's fuming, and you obviously want him, you have to go claim him!" Dex was positively beaming at me. The muscular human leaned back in the couch and watched me. I rubbed my bridle where it lay against my ear.

Aden leaned in. "Dad, I know he's not a real bovine in the normal sense, but there are some things universal to both feral and humanoid bovines. One is communication and body language. Look, Dad, we whinny, nicker, whicker, snort, and all the stuff a normal horse does right?"

I nodded. My son was making a lot of seance. "Well, it's the same with them. Only their behavior is different from ours. Bulls are aggressive. They face off when challenged, eye to eye. They have a fight. Getting his attention may require a good hard smack or punch. If you really need to get his attention, haul on his nose ring...."

I raise my eye at that. It was true. There was an old law that governed bovine arrests. Certain things you could, should, and must do. One was that if a bovine was unreachable, grabbing the nose ring, and hauling on it hard would immediately get their undivided attention. It was also supposed to be a last resort. It was considered humiliating by the bovine community.

I nodded a little.

"So, you're saying....I should go to his house, get his attention, and have a little 'communication' with him about what I want?"

Dex smiled. "Yup. Here!" He tossed me something from his back pocket. It was a rather thin, but well worn book.

"Basic Gay Bovine Fur Psychology." I raised an eyebrow at that.

Dex stood up and stretched. "Tomorrow night. Bruce will be with my brother. Francis will be by himself.

**

I had to admit, after reading the thin book Dex had given me, I had a whole new insight into the bovine fur mind. Dex had assured me that 8pm would be the perfect time to confront Francis. He'd be relaxed, in his home, and not expecting this.

I also had spent the afternoon studying the statutes making certain I wasn't going to break any law. The last thing I wanted to do was to loose my job over the dumb bull. If things didn't work out with him, well, there was always the pretty waitress.

I hauled my mind back to the task at hand. No, if I confronted him, and kept it to non-blood drawing blows, and kept all statements I made entirely truthful, no laws would be broken. Bruce knew the whole story and had assured Dex he would back me up,

I walked up the last flight of the stairs to the apartment on the fourth floor. Apartment 401C. The bovine nose strap was curled on my hip like a cowboy. I also wore jeans, and a tight white t-shirt. I had left my bridle at home at Dex's insistence.

Time to let out the stud Luc.... Dex whispered as he took it off. I'd been scared, but resigned. He had only nodded at me once, a fierce look. I couldn't let him down.

I arched my neck and flexed my fingers taking some deep breaths. I'd faced numerous thieves, law breakers, even a murder once, but Francis? He had committed no crime other than being oblivious and a little hurtful.I kept the sight I had seen tonight in the mirror of myself. Strong, muscled, midnight black, fetlocks long and proud, main well groomed, and a gleam in my eye. Strong.

I glanced left and right. No one in sight. I danced on my hooves lightly bouncing my legs. I darted forward and knocked heavily three times and took three steps back. I calmed my breath and listened. I heard a T'V' go off. I heard the hoof beats near the door. The latch clicked lightly as the door opened, and I could see Francis standing there facing me full on He had a beer in one hand, and a look of confusion on his face as he took the sight of me in.

I was slightly bowed down, my arms forward, ears back in rage. I said nothing but ran straight at him, kicking at the door behind me an instant before I hit him full force, the door shut with a slam.

Francis was huge, a good hundred pounds heavier than me, but I knew I was strong. He grunted hugely as my shoulder met his mid section, and we barreled to the ground, Francis landing on his back, his beer fell to the ground behind him.

I hauled back with one fist and punched him in the stomach full force, my other fist connecting with his cheek hard. I barely pulled my punch.

"Fucking asshole!" I yelled, pulling a very dirty trick, I brought my knee up heavily into his crotch, I heard poor Francis groan deeply.

I stood up. Bent over him staring him in the face.

"You fucking asshole, I ask you out to dinner....what did you think that meant!? Thank you for the fucking blow job?"

I leaned own and smacked him hard in the face. His eyes were trained straight on mine, he looked royally pissed.

"I said what did you fucking THINK it meant Francis?"

I dropped down, my knee in his gut, and my arms across his shoulders and chest, pinning him as best as I could.

I didn't see his fist come from the side, but I felt his heavy blow to the side of my head. I saw stars for a fraction of a second.

"Fuck you Luc!" He bellowed trying to get up. I shook my mane hard clearing my eyes. Time for plan B.

Quickly I reached down to the leather strap at my side, and I lunged, getting the hook over the ring, and I hauled hard, and pulled him forward onto his knees. Francis scrambled to keep up with the pull. Tears came to his eyes quickly.

"I said WHAT DID YOU THINK IT MEANT!?"

"I....didn't know...." Francis whispered.

I kept my hand firm on the strap.

"What?" I asked incredulously. "How could you NOT know?"

Francis took several deep breaths. The anger had not left him yet. I could still be in a lot of trouble if I wasn't careful. I hadn't broken any laws yet, but I was on the verge. It would be awfully hard to explain this to my superiors at the station.

"I mean...I didn't know....that's what you meant...I've...never...been asked....by a guy...."

I snapped a little again. An equine snarl left my lips as I gnashed my teeth at him.

"Use that brain of yours for something other head stuffing you dumb ox. You've never been asked out ever? By anyone?"

He stared at me. I noticed his shirt had ripped a little across one shoulder from the strain.

"Well....only by Mary, and the other girls in school...but that was...."

I just gave him a look.

He sighed. I could see him deflate a little He was still a little ripe from work. He had missed a shower again. I had to admit I definitely didn't mind. Other people might, but I sure didn't.

"Ok...so yes. Mary asked me to dinner once, and I knew what that meant, but I didn't think you meant the same thing."

Ok I had his attention. Time to back off a little. He was starting to see me as an equal, and not as a piece of sexual property or a friend.

I unhooked the strap, and put it back between my belt and pants. I offered him my hand.

He stared at me for a few seconds confused. "Well?" I asked.

He timidly reached for my hand. He yanked me down to the floor so hard I didn't see it coming. I crashed to the soft carpet, my breath knocked out of my chest. Suddenly we were wrestling.

The book had talked about this. Most bovines had stopped the normal goring and head butting, but had resorted to wresting. I'd have to be very careful here. Francis was not yet beaten, but he didn't have to be. I could still talk to him like this and reason with him. In fact he'd probably be more receptive like this.

"Do you know how long I sat next to you in those bars wishing I had you in my fucking arms you idiot!?" I screamed. He hard one hand behind me his other trying to wrench me over. I'd gripped him with my legs. I wanted to head but him, but I didn't want him to get his horns involved. I'd probably end up in the hospital. Right now it was a stalemate.

"Fuck you Luc, why didn't you tell me!?"

I wrenched quickly in his arms and got my arms under his chest and heaved pushing him off me. I twisted quickly ducking under those horns and landed on his back, pulling one arm up with me quickly.

"Why? Do you think it's easy to hit on your friend? Did you think I'd just push our friendship aside and risk you getting mad if I asked you out bluntly ON A DATE?" I gritted my teeth as I yelled.

He grunted. He bucked a little, but I squeezed my thighs deeply into his sides. His head thrashed a little. I had to duck my mane quickly, and I felt one horn graze the hairs of it as it passed over my head with a little whooshing sound.

We were both trapped. I pushed my body down into his. I felt my cock harden. I smiled to myself and lowered myself as far as I could down his back. I couldn't grind myself into his ass, but I did grind into the small of his back. Francis paused.

"With that thick skull of yours it's taking me all this physical effort for me to just reach out and tell you I want to go on a date. What do you think flirting would have gotten me?"

I heard a chuckle beneath me.

"You're probably right."

"Asshole, you're always sitting there, next to me in the bar, commiserating with me, being my friend, and being so strong and sexy, how could I NOT want to date you?" I all but screamed.

He finally stopped struggling entirely. I let go. Both of us were breathing heavily.

I got off of him and sat down on the floor. My hardon was straining against my jeans heavily. Francis finally got up. I watched him carefully. He sat on the floor looking down a bit, his head ducked, and his body was not fully facing me.

Ok, I think this is better.

"I....I'm sorry Luc, I thought, you just, wanted to try to show me how much more superior you were to me, and to shove the fact that we had shared a blowjob...."

He shook his head trying to clear it. He chuckled a little.

"No Francis, I would never do that. That's mean. I....well....someone told me my behavior might have indicated that, so, that's why I came over to talk."

His head shot up at that, and he stared at me, not in challenge, but in disbelief.

"Dexter?" His eyes narrowed.

I nodded catching my breath finally. I reached up and cleaned a little snot off my muzzle. All that hard breathing.

"Yes...my Stallion." I said matter of factly.

Francis's eyes went wide a bit.

"Did....he...."

Francis looked at the ground for a second.

"Did he talk to John?" He whispered.

I shook my head. "Not that I know of why?" I cocked my head to the side. I could feel the sweat coming off my body now. All that workout had gotten me sweaty.

"Well...I don't want Bruce in trouble...."

I laid a hand on his shoulder. "No, Bruce isn't in trouble. Hell, I don't even think you're in trouble. I handled it, as Dex would say."

Francis nodded a little.

"So?"

I asked smiling thinly at him.

"I'm sorry Luc, I really am. I didn't know that's what you meant by asking me out to dinner, I thought you just wanted dinner and that you were being an ass. But now...."

He shook his head.

I felt the smile fade from my face. I had known inside this was a possibility. The huge bull was probably straight, and what we did was only a one time thing. I sighed. I knew.

"It's ok..." I began.

"I just had no idea Luc, of course. A date would be fine."

My head shot up. Francis gave me a smirk. "What? Didnt' think I'd accept?"

I nodded slightly, a smile coming to my muzzle.

"And miss out on more of this?"

His hand groped my crotch hard. I was still mostly hard. I sighed. I chuckled scooting over to him.

This time we were both sober, and we were both speaking the same language. It mattered not if it was equine or bovine. I looked into his brown eyes. They were very soulful. I could feel his hot breath from his nose. I laid on hand on the side of hie head and leaned in. I let one of my thick fingers stroke along his muzzle to his nose ring, which I fingered slightly.

"Sorry I pulled on your ring."

I felt the deep laugh come from his chest. "Well, I think I can forgive that. I mean, I think you might be the only one who I'd let do that to without killing....or at least seriously hurting."

I nodded. I just closed my eyes, letting my hands wander over his bovine face. The strong jaw, the thick neck, the longer ears, and the huge long horns.

I felt his hands on my neck rub gently, almost with unbelievable gentleness compared to our earlier wrestling match. I felt the hand on my cock leave. I sighed a little at it's departure, but I soon felt his hand on my face as well. I leaned into his hand with my nose, smelling the thick bull scent. I could smell a trace of cum on it. Bull cum. Thick and heavy.

"Did you jack off earlier?"

I felt him chuckle deep in my chest. "A little."

I nickered at him involuntarily.

Suddenly I felt his thick bovine lips against mine. My breath stopped as he leaned forward into the kiss, his thick tongue rubbing against my lips gently, asking for entrance. I slowly let him in feeling weak in my stomach.

My hands left his face as I quickly grabbed his thick muscular shoulders pulling him into me. We kissed deeply. Soon my tongue was in his mouth as well. We wrestled a little during our kissing, letting our passions rise.

I wasn't about to submit again, it would just send the wrong message. I grinned to myself inside. Poor bull wouldn't see this coming.

"Oh no you don't" I said suddenly.

My arms reached up as I rose quickly. I had him by the horns, and I wrenched him forward and down onto his stomach. He snorted heavily as he landed.

"No, not this time." I landed on his back heavily and bit his neck. Equine, or bovine, it was a pretty dominant gesture. Francis lowed deep in his chest. He relaxed. I turned the bite into licks. I let my hands wander over his ruined shirt, marveling at the thick muscles under my hands.

I reached up to the tear in the shirt, and quickly ripped it away, the cheap cotton tearing like tissue. Someday humans would understand that equines and bovines might like a fabric that could take a little abuse.

I tore the rest of the shirt off of him. He froze as I did so, and lifted his torso a little so I could pull the remains of it out from under him. He sighed. I reached forward and cupped his chin and turned his head. I leaned forward and kissed him, bending my muzzle to his.

He was hot beneath me. I could smell the sweat from his day on him, thick, and almost palpable. His fur was thick with sweat from our fun from earlier. I kneaded his back with my hands, feeling each muscle, letting my fingers slide down his sides. He shuddered a little.

"Luc....I...."

I felt my hands on his hips, and I pushed my crotch into his thickly muscled rump.

"Luc....see....I...."

"Shut up Francis, right now. Unless you want to wrestle in a not-fun kind of way. Get the picture?"

He nodded.

I bit his shoulder hard. He moaned again deeply. I was very hard now. I would not be able to keep my pants on for long. If I did, I would be in a lot of pain later.

Quickly I shifted, and managed to get my pants off. While I did, I smiled to see Francis do the same, remaining on his stomach. I caught him staring back at me as I finally pulled my pants free.

He looked at me with wide open eyes, drinking in the sight of my all black lightly shaggy body. I know I had worked hard on it in the last year, and I was in better shape than I had ever been. I know it was an imposing sight. I was very proud of it. I arched my neck at him coyly, catching myself in a pure equine pose. He chuckled at me.

"No no....you ARE handsome stud..."

I gave him a toothy equine grin. He smiled back.

Compliments were not what I was here for.

I quickly lowered my head to his back and began running my tongue over his thick brown fur. His back was salty an musky in an extreme. It made my head swim. His hormones were coming off of him very thickly. I could smell fading anger, intense arousal, and sexual desire. The last was almost a tangy sweet smell. It really did make my head swim now. I found a deep equine whinny escape my lips.

I blew hotly out of my nose. I could smell male. Rival male. Bovine male. Here, now. I had to have it, to dominate it into my heard.

I found my teeth biting Francis thickly on the rump. His tail thrashed above my head. He mooed deeply, a lowing sound in his thick rumbling chest. The taste of his rump was stronger than his back had been. It was amazing these smells didn't drive me wild as I got near!

Suddenly without thinking I had his tail in my left hand yanking up sharply, causing the bull to raise up his ass and to shift his knees under him a bit. I also found my other hand quickly spreading the thick ass cheeks as hard as I could as my muzzle buried itself between them.

Francis didn't moo, he didn't groan, but he gasped sharply, hissing through his teeth.

I almost blacked out from the hormones. All I could smell was desire. It came at me almost in words. If I had been bovine, I doubt I would have even remembered anything from here on out. I could still smell, still see, but instinct was driving me more than anything.

My tongue dove between the cleft in his ass taking all the scent there, and leaving my own saliva scent to mix. I tasted the thick sweat on his taint, the musk driving me instance. I found the hand that had been on his tail gripping the thick huge ball sack firmly, pulling the huge nuts out so I could wash them with my tongue.

I heard a huge moan of approval from Francis.

"yesss..." he hissed between his teeth again.

I quickly got into a rhythm of licking the sweet nuts in my hand, gnawing on his taint for a bit before diving up his ass to his sweet hole there. Each time I'd flick it harder and deeper with my tongue. Finally I couldn't take much more. I could feel my own precum pouring out of my cock making a huge stain on the carpet.

I finally dove my tongue into him forcefully. The bull shuddered under me. He didn't moan, shout, or anything, he just sighed in deep contentment. I Raised a mental eyebrow at that.

I pushed my thick equine tongue into him as far as I could. He tasted devine. Any smell he had on the outside, was masked entirely by his sexual desire here. There was only one thing he wanted now.

I let my tongue flick across his prostate. Francis shuddered again..

"Luc...."

he breathed. I nickered back at him, letting my tongue brush against it a little harder this time....

"Luc!?"

He asked firmly.

I gnawed on his hole a bit with my teeth before diving in again....hardly massaging his prostate.

I smelled it then as he shuddered hugely. Thick bull cum. I had made him cum? Already!?

He gasped hugely and snorted. My other hand found his cock. The thick bull member was twitching as it spewed a ton of cum on to my hand, and the carpet below him.

I pulled my tongue out.

"I....."

Was all he could get out. I wasn't done. I moistened two of my fingers of my other non-cum drenched hand with my precum and quickly brought it to his nose.

I had studied this too. Smells, hormones. It drove bovine furs more than equine furs. I had already had a, ahem, taste of that.

"Smell it Francis!" I felt the bull take a deep breath below me. He shuddered again. "I want you Francis....can you smell it?"

The huge head in front of me nodded. I pulled the fingers around, his nose following, until he was staring at me. His eyes were a little glazed. I reached down and kissed him. My cock rested against his ass. He returned the kiss passionately and submissively. Very submissively. I felt him whimper all of a sudden. I broke the kiss. He looked at me pleadingly.

I reached down with my fingers, staring intently into his eyes, as I forced one of my bull cum drenched fingers into his ass. His eyes never left mine, but I felt him take a shuddering breath again. I slipped the other finger in. The mix of saliva and bull cum, and a smattering of my own precum were mixing well. I massaged his ass roughly..

His eyes were now locked on mine, no longer glazed, but burning with need. His tail swished in a huge arc indicating his excitement. I slipped another finger in. I watched intently as he snorted again starting at me, almost daring me to do what I was doing.

This was somewhat dangerous ground. If his tail motions and the scent of pure lust I was getting from him weren't present, I would be very worried. If he had been a feral bull, I'd be dead in a few seconds. As it was he kept staring at me.

After working him over as much as I could, I slid my hand from him. I could smell the mix here. Bull, saliva, equine precum, and the stench of strong bull musk coming from the copious pull bellow the bull soaking into the fur and carpet.

His nose twitched heavily. He snorted once or twice. The burn in his eyes turned to desire and pleading. I didn't take my eyes off of him.

I lined my cock up with my other hand, slowly rubbing it against his tight ring. Finally Francis groaned deep in his chest, and turned his head away from me. His tail stilled. His whole body shook for a second.

I pushed my thickly flared cockhead into him gently. I was shocked and let out a surprised equine scream when he rammed himself against me suddenly taking me almost to my medial ring.

"....fffuck" he whispered.

I sat there breathing heavily. My eyebrows rose. Did he just take half of my cock?

I watched fascinated as the huge muscled rump flexed below me. He was grinding the cock into him slowly, pushing back forcefully I could finally make out the words....sort of....

"fuck this....uhn,,,,cock.....mmm...Luc...Luc? Push stud...come on...fuck it in to me...."

I eagerly pushed in a little harder.

"Yesss....oh yesssssss.....fuck that bull ass stud...."

A power bottom? I'd heard of such things, but not a bull power bottom. I nickered at him and leaned down and bit his shoulder roughly.

Francis moaned loudly and thrust himself all the way back, burring me to the hilt. I felt his heavy balls swing back into mine, both sets hanging very low.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered.

"Damn straight fuck. Luc, you should have told me you were this big."

I shoved my hips into him roughly just once.

"Why?" I asked smirking.

"Unf! Uh....and that you were this interested...."

I thrust into him again, reveling in the feel of his ass clenching around my cock, my sheath skin tender against his taint.

"Why?"

"UNF! I would have worn a tux to dinner, and put on cologne!"

He chuckled.

I bucked into him heavily. His body quaked with each thrust. Soon though the quakes gave way to thrusting back into me. He may not have been an expert, but he knew what he wanted. I pushed his legs apart as far as I could, straining his ass out as much as I could, so I could drive in deep. Each thrust felt like I drove just a little more.

Francis shook his head wildly to the side. He snorted hugely and started cursing me. "God damn it Luc...I said fuck me, what are you some type of colt?"

That struck a nerve. I gripped his hips hard and drove into him mercilessly. He cried out in pain and pleasure. "What did you say calf?" I taunted.

He pushed back. I smacked his ass as hard as I could with my hand. God it was hard, and it stung. Francis groaned.

"Nn....nothing?" He looked back at me, I could see the fire in his eyes.

"No, that wasn't what I meant, I said, WHAT did you say?"

"I said fuck me!" He shouted loudly. I nodded. I began thrusting into him hard. Each thrust drove his huge body forward, and elicited a huge deep moan from his chest. As I would pull back, he'd already be thrusting back into me as hard as he could. His ass was clenching around me hard. There was no reaching for his cock, there was only one thing he wanted.

To be bred.

The cursing started again. "Fuck, Luc....come on stud, fuck my bull ass. Whats the matter? Don't have it in you?"

I redoubled my efforts with a snort.

"Fuck yeah, much better. Ow.....rough....yes....very rough....."

I bit his other shoulder, keeping my hands on his hips gripping so hard I knew I was leaving bruises. The bite elicited more praise from the bull.

"Oh yes....mark me Luc....come on....who's you bitch now?"

I gave him an equine snarl "You're my filly Francis...."

He all but purred at that. I found my hands now reaching up to his shoulders to change the angle a little more downward. That had the desired effect as my cock was now roughly scraping against his prostate.

"Ung.....wow....you....fuck.....know...." He was almost whimpering now, but his thrusting came faster and harder against me. He was drenched in sweat, as was I.

".how...to fuck..with-that......horsecock....damn....."

I could feel his nuts slam against mine in rhythm. We had found our pace, and weren't about to break it. We also weren't over sexed and 20. We knew how to make our sessions last. Soon though I knew I wanted something different. Without warning I pulled all the way out with a loud squelching sound, and flipped him over, his horn tearing a big rip in the apartment's carpet in the process.

"Ooof!" was all he got out. He looked at me for a minute, genuinely afraid. I had a snarl on my face, and I wanted my bull. I wanted to mate him hard, and see the look in his eyes as I did so. I wanted him to know it was me mating him. Marking it in his mind.

Missionary was fine for equines, other furs, and humans, but rare for a gay bull. They all preferred doggy style, or some other position, not missionary. Not something that caused them to stare at the other male. It was rare, and it took a special type of bull / top to pull that off.

I hefted his huge legs up over my shoulders and pressed forward driving myself deep into him.

Francis stared at me, our eyes locked, his burned, as did mine. I saw anger and confusion, then lust, then anger. Finally I slammed deep inside of him. He closed his eyes and moaned. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle for a few seconds. I felt his thick balls resting against my shaft. They twitched. I looked down, cum was already oozing out of his very thick cock in a steady stream.

I reached up to his ring and tugged gently.

"Open your eyes Francis, and look at me."

He opened the eyes. The subtle tug had subdued him a little. His eyes were gentle, and pleading, but filled with a burning lust just below that.

I nodded.

"What do you want bull?"

He snorted. "Fuck me....hard...." The gentleness faded, replaced by pure lust. I obliged. I pulled out almost the entire black length of my cock and thrust it back in to the hilt, reveling in the squelching sound it made as it slide in. Francis moaned, a deep lowing sound coming from his chest. Again I thrust into him, causing a huge thick wet sound as my cock slid back in. We picked up our rhythm, and again I found his prostate and made certain it got assaulted roughly with each thrust.

Soon he was incoherent. His cries were nonsensical, but his right hand furiously stroked himself as I thrust in again and again. I could finally feel my own load build. I could feel something slip though. That stud who had stared at himself in the mirror was back.

"That's it Francis...take that fucking cock. Yeah, you like it, you know you do? Why? Because you've been cumming non stop for the last 10 seconds. That;s right bull, my cock, your ass. I own it now. Its mine. And so are you...."

I fucked him harder and tossed my head.Sweat poured down my muzzle and flicked of the ends of my mane.

"You're pulling the cum out of my balls. Yeah bull, I'm going to unload my thick cum into your needy ass. You want that? Do you want my big load?"

Francis nodded emphatically "Fuck yes..."

I cocked my head to the side. My mouth was open panting now, as I lessened the trusting a little bit, keeping only half of my cock inside of him. "What was that darling? I'm sorry, I think some little heifer spoke...not my big strong bull."

"Fuck yes! Give me that cum load you bastard!" Francis screamed at me.

I drove into him with every ounce I head. My cock and balls were burning. I could feel the load build quickly now, the wet squelching sound of our fucking filled my ears. I could hear the rhythmic sound of my balls pounding off of his ass. It would only be a matter of seconds. My hips bucked faster, slamming into his thick thighs, his huge nuts sliding along my cock as they each drooped to one side of it, they slowly drew up as Francis began to reach his own real orgasm.

Finally I heard him growl, and scream a huge thick bull scream. I found my own voice rising in my throat with each breath. His ass clenched down hard. I slammed into him hard and pressed in as hard as I could keeping myself buried in him, feeling my cock twitch deep inside him as my loads began to flood him.

My equine scream was deep and lustfully, as was his lowing moo. We stayed locked motionless. His thick cock shot rope after thick rope of bull cum onto his chest, his thick abs, my chest, his face, my lips, everywhere. My cock filled him with every bit of cum I had. I hadn't cum in a day or so, I'd been too distracted. I payed for it now as my orgasm continued. I felt the cum leak out around my cock, and drip down my balls causing me to shiver in excitement. I involuntarily bucked a few times gently.

My eyes closed as I continued to unload. I felt the cum from Francis now as it roped over me, tying me in it's thick musky embrace, marking me just as I marked him.. It kept flowing. Suddenly I felt gentle fingers on my lips, and I tasted the musky bitter masculine bull cum. I lapped at his fingers eagerly. Suddenly as my orgasm ebbed I felt Francis's huge arm reach up and pull me down into him, his lips locked with mine the kiss was gentle, but very thorough.

I returned it gently, letting him know everything I felt at that moment with my lips.

"I'm sorry" Francis whispered as he broke the kiss. I opened my eyes. The gentle bull looked at me worriedly. I knit my brows a little. My cock was not softening, but then again, I had no need to cum right now.

"I'm sorry I didn't do better...tonight." He whispered keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I watched the tear come to his eye as I said nothing. I was sorely confused.

"Tonight?"

I asked.

He nodded eagerly. "It's ok though, now that you've marked me, and gotten me ready I'll be able to take you without any prep, just push it in, and I'm your..."

I kissed him deeply laughing.

We had one hell of a mess to clean up by morning.