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5/2022

By Beefy the Bull

I was standing knee deep in warm salty water that lapped around my legs the sun was warm on my bare skin. Facing a thin tropical island beach of nearly white sand separating the calm clear but blue-green sea water from the thick, enclosing tangle of dark-green tropical vegetation. The sand under feet was warm and softly shifting with the waves. Birds sounded in the jungle, a soft breeze from the ocean blowing by, and the lapping waves were the only sounds. Looking down the beach in both directions I saw nothing but more jungle and beach curving away from view in the blue-jewel sea. As I walked from the warm water on to the dry sands, I saw a sort of opening or more of just a natural clearing through the jungle moving inland, and I felt drawn to it, if for no other reason then it was there. A sense of curiosity filled me, what was the little clearing like? It was a narrow space of low ferns and grasses, with incomplete jungle canopy cover, allowing light and air through the space between the thickets of green on either side. I could see back further in that it curved slightly around and up. What was down that way I wondered? As I walked in to the cooler air under the trees. Walking naked through the jungle barefoot should have been more difficult but the cool soft moist soil felt good. Insects and flies should have been a buzzing and biting annoyance... but there were none, save the quietly singing crickets and occasional droning song of cicadas.

Light dappled down from between the canopy leaves, with shifting shapes and patterns of light moving across the ground and my skin as I walked. The opening would sometimes widen into a clearing, a small meadow with flowers and butterflies fluttering by idly with no sense of time or purpose. The canopy opening continued on the far side of the meadow where a small stream of cool clear water barely three feet wide tricked down off a small pile of rocks and made a small water fall not much more then my height. I touched the clean water and marveled at its clarity. Continuing to follow the clearing, now accompanied by occasional water trickling sounds as the water flowed next to, across, or even filled the clearing with a small wading pool. The water constantly changed, some times flowing, or it pooled, and then made tiny one foot water falls, creating gurgling sounds. I stopped at one small pool that filled the jungle opening and it was about two feet deep, as I walked through the crystal clear waters, I just sat down and lay back, floating for a second in the cool water. The green canopy overhead had small openings that showed the azure blue sky and even a brightly colored bird of some kind flew by. Sitting up and placing my bottom on the clay floor of the pool, I looked around for a second, just listening to the sounds of the birds and the insects. It was so peaceful, that it took a lot to stand up and continue. Only my curiosity about what lay beyond the next curve brought me to my feet.

The opening moved to more hilly terrain and became more a a place that water might flow down in a storm. The ground was mostly river stones and clay, and the water was now streaming down large stones cutting them with tiny channels and pools over millennia. After some climbing over the large smooth stones, the jungle was thinner and a cool breeze from the sea made the sun's warmth feel wonderful on my bare skin. I stopped at one point and lay on a large flattish stone and sunned myself. Nude, laying back, eyes closed, face to the sun, not a care in the world! After a bit I felt I had my share of warmth and stood lazily, stretched some, and looked up at the rocks where the water came from. It seemed like there was a ledge of some kind just a bit further up? Wondering what was up there I started to climb again. It wasn't much further before the rocky hill sort of leveled off in a sort of steep hill or mesa, and the water camewinding from another jungle thicket. I turned and behind me I could see back down to the sea, blue jeweled waves twinkled in every direction as far as the eye could see. White clouds ringed parts of the horizon, but other then this island there was nothing. Turning back to the stream, I picked along its side moving closer to its source. There was a bit of a ridge with a thick jungle thicket at the top edge of the mesa, and clambering through that was there hardest part of this journey so far.

The jungle cleared and I entered a grass meadow with a small rise in the center, ringed by old growth trees, the water clearly came from there. But what stopped me still was the large simple structure. A elegant white stone dome, ringed with flowering vines hanging down, held up by softly fluted round pillars. It looked old, as if it was from before time, as if it was there for millennia. But it didn't look damaged or over grown. It was old, but it was such an integral part of the hill that it complemented the clearing and the plants growing on and around it is such a way that it would never truly be overgrown. It was such a simple but thoughtful place, that even now it was still solid, and would continue to stand obstinately in the face of time.

A million years was but a careless blink of an eye for this place.

Walking in awe through the flowers, clovers, and grasses of the meadow, strewn with occasional boulders and large stones that the waters of the stream meandered past. Bird song tweeted and trilled, water gurgled, and occasionally the sound of the sea crashing ashore drifted in, but otherwise this place was calm and quiet. Walking slowly to the dome, I noticed the hill had large steps of the same stone, smooth but not eroded. Walking up to the structure I felt like I was entering a temple. I couldn't describe the emotions I felt as I walked closer, and entered the space between to massive pillars, large enough that it would take three of me to wrap my arms round one. I felt my eyes fill with tears, I felt a connection with the world, the universe overhead, and the uncountable time that had slowly wheeled past this place. I fell to my knees and sobbed a few times, overwhelmed by my new understanding of my tininess in these cosmos. Looking up through my tear bleary eyes, the stone dome above was immense, with a almost half-sized oculus framing the sky above

The water sourced from a pool in the middle of the dome. The floor of the room was stone-tiles with bands of earth growing various wild flowers, I recognized the lavenders. Others I wasn't so sure of. I walked through a row of the lavender and picked a few stalks smelling the fragranceThe water pool in the center of the dome area was deep clear and round, some areas were growing with water lilies and reeds, others were clear where ancient wide marble steps descended in to the spring. I walked down some steps and in to the flowing waters, feeling refreshed. The wtaer was springing up from some deep under ground, constantly clearing and renewing the pool. I used the lavender to rub my hands and body some, giving me a clean lavender-ie scent.

Gathering myself in the afternoon light I walked around the open topped dome, looking at beautiful views framed in every direction by the columns. Each set had a different and stunning view. Between two columns I stood and looked down as the water flowing away in to the tree line, glimmering in the late day sun. Another set provided a view of a pristine grassy area of the meadow, opening over the sea, facing the west's setting sun. I eagerly went to the next set of columns to see what picture they painted, and stopped still, my breath taken from my chest.

A marble white-ish stone pathway gracefully leading from the edge of the treeline up to the dome, with large round goblet shaped stone planters in tasteful pairs every twelve feet or so, overflowing with wild flowers. A small stone bridge arced over the stream when their paths crossed. But what stopped my breath and thundered my heart was the Bull-Man standing on the path at the edge of the treeline. A short hair white-pelted bull but standing upright like a human. His eyes were not the glazed eyes of a bovine, but eyes like that of a human, that gazed upon me with curiosity. He looked at me, and I looked at him in still silence. He stood on hooves, not feet, they were powerful but graceful as He started to walk calmly down the path, running his fingers through the flowers in one of the planters. His hands were human looking, just covered with the short white pelt. His horns were large and ivory, curved up then out some, looking like a bull painted on Cretan pottery. The bull walked casually and confidently towards me, mostly keeping his eyes locked on mine. He walked with grace over the small single arched bridge, his right hand lightly setting on the smooth stone handrail, with grace and refinement. As he was closer I saw his maleness. Huge bovine shaped balls swung between his thighs, rolling and swaying with each step. A slight ring of pink tinged white skin formed a slight sheath at the base of his penis, and the tip of the member hung from that, the tapered bovine shape in pinkish red flesh. The tip hung down flaccid, swaying with each step. He saw my stare and smiled knowingly, causing me to blush. I became conscious of my vulnerability and nudity as he reached the bottom of the steps leading up from the path to the raised floor of the dome. I wasn't afraid of him, but I cupped my genitals with one hand and clutched my chest with the other hand, feeling nervous and slightly timid. The Bull stopped at the top the steps and then slowly walked up to me where I stood at the columns.

He was huge, easily almost two feet taller then me, He walked confidently up to me looking at me in turn as he slowly circled me, his tail swishing excitedly. I glanced at him now less overtly,weary of eye contact with such a powerful male. His stance was wide, balls swinging, my stance was narrow head down some, my heart pounded and a slight tremor shook me, less of fear but of excitement. I smelled him too. His scent was male musk- clean sweat off a nude testosterone laden male. I realized he smelled me, and gulped, I probably smelled like lavender, and hoped he didn't think I smelled like a female. The bull stopped off to my side, still appraising me. He held out a hand to me, and I turned towards him, and slowly relinquished my chest and reached out to his hand. When we clasped hands, His was warm, and he gently took my fingers in his, and lead me in to the dome. I walked beside him; we were just two naked males holding hands. We stopped at an area of the spring were marble stone-tile came up to the edge of the deep pool. Stone benches lined the area, some raised ones on the deck like area, some cut in to the edge of the pool and half immersed in the water.

He walked over to a narrow path through some reeds and I followed. The path through the reeds were stepping stones in the waters, and it entered a clearing in the reeds and planters with flowering vines draping down. A large round stone dais that pushed up from the water in the middle of this area, with a odd slightly angled round stone with a top inclined slightly to the center in a confusing organic way. I noticed there were other benches around, some were with angles surfaces as if to lay back on perhaps, and some were at irregular heights, I wasn't sure why, but when the bull sat on one in a lower area, and pat the stone next to him at a higher area, something clicked. We could sit at almost the same heights even though he was taller. We leaned back and looked up at the orange-ing sky over head in the oculus and I listened to his breath deep and steady.

After a moment his hands gripped me and pushed me over on to my back against a smooth round stone. He climbed over me, and he was getting hard quickly,. His cock growing from the sheath, the long girthy tapered flesh was glistening. He reached past me to a succulent type plant growing near by, snapping a stalk, and clear gooey fragrant sap flowed out from it. Getting the sap on his fingers he looked me in the eye as one massive finger tip touched my opening. I gasped and gripped the wrist of his supporting arm, and moaned as his finger entered, circling and spreading the sap. He leaned in and kissed my lips as his finger circled, then pulled it back, only to try again with two fingers. When the two fingers entered I moaned out loud and his tongue entered my mouth, wildly taking advantage of my state to explore inside me.

He pulled back from the kiss, and again looked me in the eye as His two fingers started sliding in and out some mimicking thrusting in to me. I panted once or twice then nodded to him. He smiled and withdrew his fingers. He looked around for another such plant, we needed more of the sap for what was next. Spotting one over my head he moved up, knees straddling my head, and so hanging his balls right above my face. I reached up tenderly and touched them, they were huge, and the filled the air around me with the smell of male. I touched the skin and felt the sac tenderly, his soft moan implying he enjoyed my attention. As he gathered sap and slicked his spire, I leaned my face closer and licked his sac, first one ball then the other. Lapping at the place between the two testicles, while my hands held his thighs, feeling his warm furred pelt. It was glorious. I was sad when the sack started to move away, and the bull scooted back down, I got a good look at what I was about to take. The solid girth, huge length, with a tapered spitzer-like tip, all slathered with the clear, floral, and slippery sap. Carefully maneuvering his huge bulk, he placed his knees between my legs, and spreading them wide so he could fit. He held me with his hands as he lay down on me, his weight on his elbows and fore arms resting to the left and right of my body. One hand cradled the back of my head, his fingers moving around, feeling my hair. The other massive hand gripped my shoulder, holding me under his warmth. The tip slid up my thigh. He used his hips to guide it, but his eyes were locked on mine. The tip slide up to my perineum, and then he deftly angled it in to my cleft, then it slid up and down some, until catching my pucker. I felt the tip there, and he still looked me in the eye. I was shaking in excitement under him, when I nodded yes, he entered. The bull pressed, the tip expanded me in a way I had never felt before. My eyes and mouth were wide, his mouth locked on to mine, and I cried out, muffled under him. A few wild thrusts and he had the head in, and started a rapid humping motion, each time sinking a little deeper, spreading me more. I was enraptured as his cock pressed against my prostate, this was made to be, he was rough and gentle. He was wild and civilized. His desire to hilt me drove him with wild chaos, hes concern for me made him restrain himself just enough. His rough sex hurt so good. I was but a fragile flower in his storm of lust. He slowly worked himself in to me, inch by inch, until he had me open and accepting him. We lay entangled like that for a while, he looked me in the eye, I was still passionate and needy, despite the savaging of my opening. Then he started up slowly, thrusting in and out. He had my ring open, my depth open. Now he was getting me use to his thrusts. After a while, his girth thrusting slowly had my flesh freed up. Now he could unleash himself without hurting me. He touched my face with his hand, a wild look filled his eyes. I nodded. I'm ready for you.

The bull swelled with pride, need, and animalistic urges. He hilted with more power then before, landing even deeper, making me cry out. My cry only impassioned him. He was determined to make me cry out on every thrust. He would push the limits of my body with every thrust! He snorted with determination and started bellowing and grunting loudly as he thrust, teeth clenched, eyes tight, he was riding me wildly. I stopped trying to control my vocalizations, I couldn't. I just screamed and cried out as loudly as I felt or could, I wasn't able to think about being embarrassed or anything else as I was getting fucked this hard. I tried to just be open for him, as wide open as possible, he was so big, and the sensations I felt were so strong!

The bull shifted positions, he wanted a better thrust, a better feel, so in a wild passion, climbing to his feet and pulling my ass to the edge of the raised dais, he used his standing position to fuck me. His one hand grabbed my hip, to pull me on to him, his other gripped my cock firmly and started tugging on it. He pounded me so hard, his ball swinging and hitting my ass in each thrust, the smacking sound of our sex drowned out by the bellowing of a bull and cries and shouts of a man.

The bull's fist had already stopped jack hammering my cock. It didn't matter, I started to cum first, a shudder filled my body and my vision when dark. My opening spasming and clenching on the bull's massive part almost causing me to black out. The grip my body had on his cock was finally enough, and as came he thrust six more times as hard as he could, each time the tip finding a spot deep in me that hadn't been stretched out enough yet some how. He roared a deep bellow as his balls tightened up and he released his seed in me. I screamed as he did, he stopped, out of breath, and with a final hilt back arched, he then flopped down over me. I lay under him clutching his chest, legs spread wide around the massive bulls hips, and I cried. I could never explain the emotions I felt in that time, filled, fulfilled, spent, exhausted, my body hurt, but my body glowed with radiant pleasure. I was less masculine for submitting to the bull. But I was so satisfied I had. I felt a tinge of shame, I felt a tiny bit feminine. He made me his female, even if I was a male. The complex ocean of feelings just ebbed and flowed. He rolled over, withdrawing from me, and lay next to me, as we held hands in the quiet, the sun was set, and we looked up to the wheeling stars filling the oculus's view of the darkening sky. The ocean sounds took prominence, and we drifted to sleep.

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Awakening from the dream the first time had been devastating. My underwear were a mess with a stain from a wet dream. In the years after that I masturbated thinking about him countless times. I was despondent that it wasn't real.

It was a long time before I found myself standing knee deep in a clear warm ocean, looking at the thick undergrowth again. And I got to spend time with this Bull, and get seeded by him, bent over for his pleasure at the spring. When I awake from the dreams now, I'm sad its over, but I'm also happy. I don't know who he is, or where he is, or even when he is. Those things don't matter. I'm okay with what I feel, because I know our spirits are intertwined in some special way. I'm okay because space, time, and reality are meaningless and powerless in the face of that.

I'm okay because we will always somehow, eventuality find our way back to each other at th head waters.