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BULL SESSIONS by Boyatt Hart
Episode 2 - Back in Luther's Arms
The next weekend found me back at Luther's house. We stripped out of our clothes, took turns in his shower and then piled up next to each other on his couch to watch some television.
He was clearly eager for some action. Taking me under his left arm and squeezing me to him he began roughly digging the fingers of his right hand into my right pec. My already hard cock began leaking profusely as he started tracing its areola with his fingers and then roughly pinching and tugging at the nipple as it erected. I sighed and burrowed in against his comforting bulk.
I placed my left hand on the top his big belly and pressed down on it. In expanding circles I ran my hand over its vast expanse until I bumped my wrist on the hooded head of his dick, by then standing fully at attention over his bulging scrotum. My fingers instinctively wrapped around its hulking girth and I gently massaged the fat head in his velvety foreskin.
"That feels great, sport," he sighed as he hunched his meaty member up into my grasp.
"It sure does," I confirmed.
The giant's belly shook as he laughed and guided my open mouth onto his fat, outstretched tongue. I melted into him as he roughly took charge of me. His big hand rode down the contour of my belly and he took my hard-on in a death grip.
Luther finally allowed my tongue to battle his back into his mouth to give him a dose of his own medicine. I felt his dick get even harder in my hand. Our tongues wrestled each other back and forth like that for a long time, both of us getting harder by the minute.
The big man finally released me from our kiss and said, "Been a long time since lunch. Let's get in the kitchen and fix up something for those muscles to grow on."
With our hard-ons leading the way we went to his kitchen. He was a skilled cook and I loved assisting him at the craft. I always learned from the experience and took the lessons home with me as I strove to fuel my lifting pursuits.
We had a great time with our dicks, butts and bellies bumping together in various combinations as we worked, pausing for the occasional kiss. Once I saw that everything had at last fallen together I set our places at his kitchen table and watched as he loaded it up with the fruits of our labors.
"Iron, protein and carbohydrates," he said placing a platter with four large, steaming chicken fried steaks on the table as I sat down.
"More protein and some starch," he said placing a bowl of gravy down next to it, then stuck a finger in it and smeared some in the pucker of his foreskin, "See if it needs anything."
I quickly lapped it from his member and looked up to see him smiling down on me as I said, "Perfect!"
"Good," he said and then turned to fetch two more bowls.
"Lots more iron," he said putting down a big bowl of steamed spinach followed by another heaping with fresh mashed potatoes to which he said, "and lots more starch."
He turned one more time and placed a plate of Texas toast down in what little space was left, "And a little more starch."
"You covered all the bases," I said eyeing the feast before us.
"Then dig in, sport," he said as he began heaping his plate.
We proceeded to stuff our faces until our bellies were near the point of bursting. As usual he finished first and goaded me into making sure I had done my part to ensure that all the platters and bowls were empty when we were done.
We sat and chatted a while longer and then, at about 8:20, we stood to clear the table. I manned the sink and washed dishes until we had his kitchen clean of all traces of the massive meal we had consumed.
I bent down to load his skillet, the last item to be washed, back into the drawer under his oven and felt him give my balls a squeeze.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested.
"Let's do," I said as I stood and pressed my belly to his, giving his thick, wide shoulders a hard squeeze.
He turned and led the way while I marveled at his wide back and they way his big haunches rolled to the steady pump of his purposeful stride. His head fell back a bit on his shoulders as I followed him and I studied the way his nape vanished in the deep crease that formed at the base of his thick neck.
"Let's weigh you," Luther said pointing to his bathroom, "I want to make sure I'm doing my job."
He followed me to his scales and I stepped on them. I couldn't see them for my belly but I heard them max out a couple of times before the dial slowly came to rest. Luther stepped up beside me and read them.
"277!" he proudly boomed, landing a stinging swat on my butt as he turned and walked away, "You're catching up to me, sport. What is that, twenty five pounds since we met?"
"Twenty six, actually," I corrected as I stepped off his scale and followed him out, "but it doesn't really count since we just finished eating enough to stuff four farm hands. We won't know my true weight till in the morning after I've had a chance to pass it."
"Only four?" he asked as he sprawled out on his bed with his tree trunk thighs spread just enough to let his huge balls sag down nearly onto the mattress, "Didn't mean to skimp. We'll eat enough for six in the morning."
He reached down and hooked his thumb on the base of his fat cock, standing it up as he scooped his balls up in his fingers, forcing them to ride up his thick shaft and bulge in his tightly stretched scrotum. He studied my reaction as he lewdly waggled it all at me, my eyes glued to his lusty display.
"I don't know about you but I'm ready for some suckin'n'fuckin'," he bluntly announced.
"Well, if I wasn't before I definitely am now," I responded as I began stroking my raging hard cock.
I crawled onto the bed beside him, my butt within easy reach, and stuffed his intimidating member in my mouth. He sighed as he reached down with his right hand to run his fingers through my hair while squeezing my balls in his left.
"I want to suck yours, too," he said, "Get on top and let's sixty-nine for a while."
I let his dick slip from my mouth and watched it flop around on his engorged belly as he scooted down in the bed. Careful not to rest my full weight on him I maneuvered into position and got my cock in his mouth. Then I draped my chest over his belly and stuffed the head of his in mine.
"The suckin's, good so far," I said as I pushed myself up to roll my balls on his face.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," he managed to get out in reply.
I leaned forward and put his fat cock head back in my mouth, slipping my tongue under his foreskin and sucking like mad as I worked it around and around the bulky contours of its smooth firmness. His huge frame vibrated beneath me as he growled his approval.
The sucking noises were loud and uninhibited as we feasted on each other's maleness. The noisier he got the harder I sucked him. The harder I sucked him the harder he sucked me. The harder he sucked me the harder my dick got and the harder my dick got the noisier he got sucking on it. The noisier he sucked me the harder his dick got and the harder his dick got the noisier I sucked on it. The sexual electricity flowed through us in a self-perpetuating loop.
Swirling my tongue around his fat cock head as his salty ooze teemed from his gaping slit I thought I'd never tasted anything as delicious in my life. His balls were drawing up and I knew he was getting close. So was I.
I used his belly for leverage and propped myself up enough to sink my cock head down to his gullet, gently but firmly fucking against it. He offered no resistance as I sternly worked the deepest recesses of his mouth on me, being careful to give him opportunities to catch a breath or two here and there, until at last I succumbed to a convulsive orgasm. He groaned in lust as I backed out just enough for my seed to flood his mouth in six explosive spurts. The more I came the more it backed up in him until I could feel its gooey warmth envelope the entire head and a little more.
I heard his familiar slurp when I pulled my dick from his mouth and listened as he noisily gulped it all down.
"A-h-h-h-h," he sighed patting his belly, "mighty tasty, sport!"
"Good," I said as I maneuvered down in the bed beside him.
Seeing his wide grin I stuffed my tongue in his mouth to taste me in him. When I freed him from my kiss I reached down and began gently stroking his fat cock.
"Now I can properly focus my attention on this thing," I said, "When I saw your balls drawing up I got the irresistible urge to feel you shoot your load up my ass."
He gave my dick a squeeze and licked the catch from his palm before saying, "I'd like that."
I spat in my hand and began slicking my hole up as he folded his thick arms behind his head and anxiously looked on. His thick pits bounced out, flanking his large, erect nipples and I thought to myself I'd never seen such a vision of masculinity.
When I figured I was wet enough I climbed up onto his belly and sank back until I felt his cock head poke into my right butt cheek, then reached back and lined him up with my hole. I bore down on my sphincter and sank back enough to pop his bulky head through it. I gasped as it went in.
Next I pressed my palms to his barrel chest and lifted myself enough to sink down over his impressive reach until I felt his huge balls snuggle up into the cleft of my cock stuffed ass. He lifted his head to free his arms and started running his hands up down my arms, pausing to hook them around my triceps and give them a squeeze.
"What a mountain of muscle you're turning into!" he beamed as he used my arms for leverage to lift his hips and inch his punishingly thick member that much deeper up into my stunned chute.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" I groaned as I helplessly yielded to the hardness he was burrowing into me, "How can something that hurts this much feel so good?"
"I don't know...but I always wonder the same thing when you take my ass," he said as he began working his cock in and out of me with short but steady strokes.
Once the shock of his penetration began to subside I started working my ass up and down on his dick in an opposite motion that maximized the length of his strokes. I watched his eyes slowly close and studied his beatific smile, wreathed by those incredibly masculine, blue-black jowls of his. The force behind his thrusts kicked up a notch, causing me to whimper as he slid his hands up my arms and over the contours of my shoulders, finally digging his thick fingers into my mounded traps.
"Squeeze it!" he instructed me.
I clamped my pucker down on him as hard as I could while he pistoned through it.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h, GOD...that feels so good!" he bellowed as I resumed bouncing my clutching orifice to meet his upward thrusts.
The bed creaked under the strain of our combined weight as we thrashed in sexual ecstasy and our chorus of moans, groans and growls got loud. I made a conscious effort to work through the unavoidable pain required to accommodate his cock and emulate the alternating clutches of my sphincter on it that Everett had done on mine. When I saw the pleasure I was giving him register on his fatherly face I doubled down with it.
The increased pain I felt as I pulverized my bowels on his bloated erection was no match for the sense of accomplishment I felt in providing my giant friend with the electrifying sensations I knew he was enjoying in me. I soon lost all concern for my comfort when I saw his burly bulk respond to me by writhing and thrusting with all its considerable might.
The deep ache of his corpulent member forming the upper reaches of my transverse colon to its unyielding length and hardness made me feel strangely safe and secure. It would have been nothing to endure the cramping in my hips to know I could stay on his meaty cock and ride it like that forever.
The vigor of his attack on my hole began to show in the red glow of his round face as he gritted his teeth and powered into me with every bit of force his gloriously firm, round 330-plus pounds could unleash. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm and firmly held my ground, weathering his unwavering assault.
The spit lube I had given his bulky member and my hole had long since vanished, leaving only the anal juice he was wringing from the strained tissues residing far up my battered chute to do the job. My pucker burned like a bonfire as it clung to the nearly seven inches of girth he was reaming it on, but my pride wouldn't permit me to tap out and leave him unfinished.
At long last he released my traps from his powerful grasp and moved his hands to my hips. He pressed down on them, holding me firmly to his loins, and I felt his huge cock flex and throb inside me no fewer than six times, each one forcefully launching a thick streamer of his potent seed deep into my well-worn chute as he convulsed and growled beneath me. I reached a hand back and scooped his balls up, pressing them tightly against my skewered butt as they unloaded in it.
At the conclusion of his intense orgasm his paw-like hands slipped from my hips down beside us and his great bulk relaxed back into the comfort of his mattress. I fell forward onto him causing my butt to lift until only the head of his cock remained inside me, drooling the remnants of his copious load into my clinging anus. He wrapped his thick arms around me and pressed me against him as he planted a kiss on my forehead.
"You're something else, sport!" he beamed.
"Thanks," I sighed, squeezing his cock head in my hole as he cradled me in his arms.
We went silent in the afterglow as we lay like that until his flagging hard-on finally slipped from my ass. I felt a big glob of his cum roll down onto my balls.
"You're leaking out of me already," I said, "It felt so good going in I hate to lose it this soon, but I'd better get to the bathroom."
I reached back and scooped the seepage onto my fingers, then stuck them in my mouth to taste him. As his tart flavor permeated my tongue I reached back and ran a finger over my badly swollen sphincter, tracing it over the deep cleft it formed, probably two inches in length.
I heaved a deep sigh of contentment before rolling off him and awkwardly padding off to his bathroom trying to hold his deposit in. Once seated on his toilet I bore down on my hole and heard several noisy plops in the water beneath me. His load had been an enormous one and I hated feeling it leave me. I sucked my fingers again to savor his taste and then got some toilet paper to wipe my hole clean of our fuck juice.
I flushed and then got the two wash rags he'd hung out on the towel rack for us, soaking them under his lavatory faucet. After wiping my ass clean with one and pitching it in his tub I went back to his bed to wipe his still half hard dick clean with the other. I popped his cock head into my mouth to suck out the remnants of his load, getting a bit of a thrill from the faint taste of my ass it still bore, and then started kissing and sucking on his huge, sagging balls.
"I should be doing that to you after what you just did for me," he rumbled in a contented half whisper.
"Nah...you deserve this after letting me fuck your mouth as hard as I did," I replied.
"No 'letting' to it," he said with a laugh, "When a man the likes of you stuffs your mouth on his dick till you can't breathe you've really got no choice but to give him what he's after."
"Luther," I protested, "you're an ex-Marine and you outweigh me by more than sixty pounds. Something tells me that if you had wanted me off you...you could have easily made that happen."
"Okay," he said sounding a bit sheepish, "maybe I like the idea of a man with your confidence and the size to back it up throwing his weight around on me...a little."
I grinned as I challenged him, "You were hard as a brick when I was done."
"Okay," he admitted, "...a lot...I liked it a lot."
I laughed and popped his hefty flaccid dick back in my mouth to savor his taste some more.
"You drive a hard bargain, sport," he chuckled as he placed a hand on the back of my head and pressed my face to his loins.
I contentedly nursed on it as I enjoyed the phantom sensations it had left deep in my tenderized chute. The giant occasionally floated a deep, bass groan out into the air as I satisfied my infatuation with his ample endowment.
"You sure suck good," he sighed.
I lifted his balls and pressed them against my cheek in response as I continued sucking. In his flaccid state I could fit his entire cock in my mouth and I relished being able to bury my face in his pad as I feasted on it. I let it slip from my mouth as I raised up to admire his substantial bulk and saw it was a little after ten o'clock. I decided to crawl up in the bed beside him and just enjoy his company.
"That was real nice," he said as he rolled onto his side to face me and started massaging my belly with his right hand.
"So is this," I sighed as I folded my arms behind my head.
He slid his hand up onto my right pec and kneaded it. Next he began tracing the circumference of the nipple with his index finger until it erected and then took the nub between his thumb and index finger. He gave it a few hard tugs and then ran his hand up over my convex pit and onto my bicep.
"Your arms are getting huge," he observed as he rolled his hand into a ham sized fist and lightly punched it a couple of times, "What did you bench last night?"
"310."
He let out a low whistle and then asked, "How many?"
"Eight, six and five," I said, "but that last one nearly got me. Thought I was a goner there for a minute."
"I know how important being strong is to you...and I'll be the first to admit that you sure wear it well...but please be careful, sport," he admonished me, "I'd like to keep you around a while longer."
"You're right," I told him, "Sometimes it takes a close call like that to make me realize that patience really is a virtue where gains at this level are concerned. Especially since it's just me and the bar when I lift. I'll be more careful, I promise."
He leaned in and took my nipple in his teeth, lightly chewing it as he nursed on my pec.
"Mmmmmmm," I sighed.
He slid his hand down my belly and filled it with my limp cock and loose balls. I began to erect again.
The big man lifted his face from my chest and asked, "Need me to suck it?"
I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair and said, "If it's all the same with you I'd rather let my balls reload overnight and fuck your ass in the morning."
"It's yours," he said, rolling onto his broad back and looking content as he meshed his fingers together on top of his great belly.
"Wish you'd stop using this greasy kid stuff!" I said as I rolled onto my side facing him and ran my fingers through his chest hair to lose as much of the residue as I could.
He laughed and laid a hand over mine.
"You were doing some incredible things to my dick in your ass tonight," he said as he rolled onto his other side with his back to me.
I snuggled up to it and pressed my cock and balls to his meaty butt, "Thanks. Your dick was doing some incredible things to my ass, too, big man."
I slipped my arm under his and wrapped it around his barrel chest as I traced the deep crease at the nape of his big neck with my tongue, weathering the taste of his Brylcreem.
Making a quiet spitting noise I said, "Damn greasy kid stuff."
His huge body shook against mine as he chuckled and turned off the bed lamp, "Goodnight, sport."
"See you in the morning," I replied.
"Can't wait," he said as he reached back and patted my thigh before settling back against me to drift off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning around 8:30 alone in his king-size bed. He must have heard me stir from wherever he was because his huge body filled the doorway in a matter of seconds. I pushed the sheet down to my waist and stretched, causing my morning hard-on to flex a few times under it and eliciting a wolf's whistle from him.
He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.
Reaching a hand under the sheet he gave my wood a rugged squeeze and said, "What a big, hard dick you've got, Grandma!"
"The better to fuck your big, beautiful butt with, my dear," I responded in my deepest wolf's growl.
He laughed and gave my balls a squeeze as he said, "It's ready for you, sport. Just say when."
"How about some coffee first...I need to wake up," I suggested as I threw the sheet off between us.
"Got that ready, too," he said as he let go of my balls and began gently stroking my cock.
"Thanks," I said as I succumbed to another big stretch.
He ran his hand over my belly and then explored the rest of my torso with it, firmly groping the various mounds of muscle that snapped to attention. When I was done we both stood up and straightened the sheet on his bed.
Once more my arms went up in a 'double biceps' as I had to stretch one last time, my hard-on straining beneath my protruding gut. In his characteristic 'arms akimbo' pose, he ogled my display as his hooded cock began to swell and lift up from the huge, bulging scrotum upon which it had been resting. As we headed for the door I laughed and grabbed hold of his stiffening dick.
"Show-off!" I said in mock accusation.
"If you'd seen what I just saw..." he replied as he followed me down the hall to his kitchen.
When we got there I saw that he already had his coffee so I grabbed a big mug and poured it about two-thirds full, then joined him at his table. I leaned back to take a big swig and he watched my belly button disappear behind the head of my rock hard cock as I scratched my balls.
"You sure give a man a hell of a show there first thing of a morning, sport," he said with a smile, rolling his ample foreskin up and down over the head of his fully erected member.
"You, too," I confirmed as I admired him in return.
Completely at ease in our nudity, conversation moved on to other topics as I finished waking up. Even our waggling hard-ons became simply part of the scenery as we occasionally moved around for refills and to fetch this or that.
When I finished my third mug I walked over and placed it on his counter by the sink. My pubic pad suddenly developed a fierce itch and I reached down to scratch it.
He watched my hard-on bobbing around under my belly as I asked, "Ready for that assfuck, big man?"
Luther's ponderous bulk rose up and he strode over to me, then sank his fingers into my traps.
Pressing our bellies together until our cock heads glanced off each other he joked, "What a hopeless romantic."
"Learned it from you," I said landing a playful punch to his big chest, "I need to get rid of some coffee first, though."
"Me, too. Let's just use the tub. Otherwise these hard-ons will have us scrubbing down the bathroom walls," he said as he turned and led the way.
I followed him into his bathroom and took my place to his left. He angled the shower head toward the tile and then bent down to start a gentle spray from it. When he stood back up we pushed our hips forward and laughed as we struggled to get our halting streams to finally arc out freely into the spray of the shower. I finished first and decided to stay put to watch the master at work as he forced out the last few squirts then grabbed the base of his hulking dick and shook the last few drops from his gaping slit. He looked so incredibly handsome I almost felt like applauding.
He dampened a wash rag and wiped his cock head clean with it, then handed it to me to do the same.
As we walked back into his bedroom he asked, "How do you want me?"
"On your belly," I said, "I like to see my dick in your hole and I like to see my load run down on your balls."
"You got it," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Let me slick it up."
He leaned forward with his mouth open and put his hands on my hips as I stepped in and pushed my dick head back against his gullet. I put both hands on the back of his head and held him firmly until I felt him start to struggle for air. I let him up long enough to get a couple of breaths then pushed him back down on me.
He was being careful not to apply any suction on me as I pressed into him and I could tell his inability to swallow was resulting in a heavy coating of spittle. He struggled against my grasp again and I let him up for more air.
I pressed him down on me a third time for good measure and soon felt rivulets of his saliva running down the exposed portion of my shaft onto my balls. I released his head and he pulled off me.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"That should do the trick," he said after inspecting me and then assumed the position I had requested.
My dick was raging hard as I studied the magnificent display before me, his enormous balls swaying below the pucker peeking out from between his big round haunches. I lifted his balls and kissed them before spreading his ass cheeks wide and spitting on his hole a few times. I massaged it to get the outer surface good and slick and then spat on my fingers to work them through his tight ring; first one, then spat on them again and used two, then spat yet again and managed to work a third in as well.
When I pulled them out I saw what I was looking for. His pucker was beginning to pooch out at me and looked ready for penetration. I lifted my glistening hard-on up and pressed the head to it. He sighed at first and then bore down on his hole for what he knew was coming. I pressed for entry and heard the familiar catch in his breath as I popped through its stunning tightness. I looked down and relished the sight of my cock sticking out of his hole and vanishing beneath my belly.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Fire away, sport," he said as I gazed down on the broad back spreading out before me.
It never failed to warm my heart at seeing the massive man willingly assume that most submissive of postures before me. I began gently rocking my hips, eliciting pained grunts from deep within him as I gradually worked my full length up his chute and felt my balls press firmly against his warm perineum.
I slowly pulled out to my corona and sank back into him. He reflexively clutched my member in his resistant sphincter.
Gently patting his right butt cheek I said, "Easy...easy, big man...I want this to last a while."
"I'm trying, but you do take some getting used to," he assured me, "Hold still for a minute and let me catch up."
"Say when," I replied, granting the request and waiting for his go ahead.
"Okay," he said after a minute or two.
I pulled out to the head and sank back into him again. He flinched a bit but succeeded in bearing down on his hole to keep its clutching at bay.
"That's it," I encouraged him, "Here goes."
I slowly worked up to a leisurely rhythm, enjoying all of the incredibly satisfying sensations of his tight chute while respecting his comfort level. I felt proud when I saw the giant fold his arms in front of him and then rest his head on them so that I could see the contentment in his facial expression. He sighed and half closed his eyes as he began rocking back to meet me.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h...feels...so...good!" he half moaned and half panted.
"You, too," I assured him after pressing my loins to him and coming to rest, "Your chute feels good and formed to me now. You ready for me to step it up a little?"
"Ready," he consented.
I pulled all the way out of him and dove back in balls deep, my full penetration meeting almost no resistance. Again he flinched and his head reared back, but without his ring clamping down on me. I did it several more times until he was able to take it with his head resting back down on his arms again. I hooked my hands on his hips and began pulling him back to me as I powered into him. He moaned loudly but managed to maintain control over his hole.
I stepped up the rhythm again until a slight slap could be heard as he met my thighs. Before long he was rocking back to meet my thrusts again and the slapping noise began to compete with our lusty moans. His chute felt so soft gliding over my slick cock that I had to fight the urge to throw it at him with all my might as I'd done the weekend before.
The next thing I knew he was using his hole on my dick exactly as I had done for him. My balls began to tighten and that familiar tingle began roiling in my loins. I looked at the clock and saw that not even ten minutes had elapsed since first penetrating him. If I wanted it to last much longer I was going to have to fuck my way through my inevitable orgasm the way I had with Everett.
I began to concentrate on keeping my erector muscle relaxed as I slid through the alternating contractions of his sphincter. He lifted his head and stared straight ahead, cinching up the bed covers in his huge fists as he focused his concentration on his newfound talent.
I knew my load would be escaping any moment and recovered my physical memory from Everett's power fucking in the nick of time. I simply stopped worrying and just let it roll out of me on its own terms without disrupting my rhythm for it.
As had happened the week before, I felt my hard-on begin to lose some of its tensile strength in the immediate aftermath. However, Luther's skillful control over his contractions revived it no time and I was soon hard enough again to take my huge friend on the ride of his life.
My rock hard cock was sliding through his stunned hole like a hot knife through butter and when I looked down I saw why. My cum had completely coated it and my repeated penetrations had blended it with his ass juice to form some kind of super-slick lubricant.
His sphincter eventually gave up the rewarding contractions and his head slowly went back down on his arms, complete with his radiantly contented facial expression. Even his moaning quieted a bit as I braced myself on his hips and gave him exactly the kind of fucking that I knew he loved; deep, firm, forceful thrusts delivered at a forgiving pace.
For fifteen minutes without stopping I reamed his chute on the hardest hard-on I could ever remember achieving. He delightedly settled into it, not simply taking it but moaning in a manner that suggested the behemoth was happy to take as much as I could give him.
The burly giant sighed as he resumed alternating his clenching on my cock. His chute welcomed my thrusts and enveloped my hard-on in its warm, moist, velvet-like depths as I slowly ramped my fervor up on him enough to cause him to tense up a bit. Once he adjusted to me, however, he relaxed and began pushing back to meet me again while grunting and growling like a man in the throes of sexual bliss.
I heaped praise on him for his endurance and skill as I drilled into him, pausing to roll my balls on him every so often at full insertion. He responded by squeezing my dick and grinding his butt against my thighs as our lusty moans filled the air.
A quick glance at his clock revealed that I had been stuffing him on my cock for nearly twenty minutes and he showed no sign of tiring. I leaned forward and began running my hands over his broad, densely muscled back as I started pressing even harder for the deepest penetration I could manage in that position. Still his head stayed on his arms and he continued to beam that satisfied smile.
I looked down to watch my dick ream his hole and felt incredibly powerful when I saw it skewering him. The sight quickly brought that familiar tingle to my loins again and caused my balls start drawing up, so I pulled out.
"Stay put...there's more. Bring your knees together for me," I said as I cautiously got to my feet and straddled his beefy butt.
I saw that his hole was gaping a little and aimed my hard-on at it, then let gravity pull me crashing down on his butt for the grand finale. My cock sank back into him with such force that I saw the cheeks of his face billow out as though I had knocked the breath out of him. But not a peep of protest escaped his lips.
"Sorry," I panted as I rested on him, "got carried away."
"I'm fine," he assured me.
Bracing the heels of my hands on his hips once more I resumed working his butt over till the impact of my balls against it nearly hurt. He spent the next five minutes with his head thrown back and the sheets cinched up in his enormous fists again, but still no word of protest.
I'm sure he was beginning to think he would spend the rest of his life with my dick effortlessly gliding through the tight grip of his overwhelmed hole, but at long last I gratefully gave in to my orgasm and clenched my erector for this one hard enough to erupt with the force of both of my ejaculations combined. I sank down into him for my orgasmic feast and thrilled to my cock flexing and throbbing deep inside his well-worn chute as I roared out in ecstasy. His only reaction was to moan at equal volume and milk me with a barrage of contractions.
When it subsided I rose up off him and watched his vanquished pucker slowly wake up and close in those same three or four herky-jerky steps I'd seen with Damian's.
"Damn, sport!" my handsome behemoth fairly cooed, still on his knees and smiling.
I signaled him to spread his legs apart with my foot and dropped to my knees between them, then lifted his balls up to kiss them. To my surprise Luther was sporting the hard-on to end all hard-ons. I gently stroked it as I sucked each of the huge orbs that spilled over the heel my palm down onto my wrist.
Next I pried his butt cheeks apart to thoroughly inspect his hole. It was as crimson in color as it could get without looking purple and formed a deep trough that glistened in our mixture of cum and ass juice. I knew it had to be on fire so I spat in my hand and gently massaged it for him. He sighed his relief.
I felt he deserved some kind of sacrifice from me, so without having to think twice I stuck out my tongue and slowly teased the tip of it up and down the length of the cleft that was his burning sphincter. His deeply satisfied moans spurred me on until I was sure he felt adequately rewarded. I crawled up beside him, still on his knees, and collapsed onto my side facing him. His head went back down on his arms facing me and a huge grin broke out on his round face.
"You're something else," he said, looking proud.
"You, too, big man...you, too," I assured him as I stroked his back.
"I need to go empty my ass of all that cum, but I'm not sure I can walk...you might have to carry me," he joked.
I laughed, "That's a mighty tall order. I don't think I can deliver on that one...yet."
"I'll bet you will someday," he said as he backed off the bed ass first, his raging boner wagging under his belly, then turned and waddled to the bathroom with one hand jammed between his huge haunches to keep from spilling anything on the way.
I'd never seen him look so cute. I waited till I heard him flush then joined him so I could piss.
"You didn't have to do that, you know," he said, digging in his butt crack with a wet wash rag.
"Do what?" I asked as my stream reached full force, afraid that maybe he was more upset with me than I'd suspected.
"Lick my asshole," he said, grinning over his shoulder at me.
"Oh, that...I know," I said, keeping my eye on my stream until I'd squeezed out the final spurt and shook off the last drops under his watchful gaze, "I just wanted to."
"It did feel great," he beamed, flashing that incredibly disarming smile of his, "but no kisses till you've brushed your teeth...AND your tongue! See if I'm clean enough to work in the kitchen, will you."
He bent at the waist as I squatted behind him and pried his butt cheeks apart. His pucker still looked pretty beaten up.
"Clean as a whistle," I confirmed as I sank my face in his crack and ran the tip of my tongue over it again.
"Stop that!" he said with a laugh and scooted my glass and toothbrush to the edge of the vanity for me on his way out.
I washed my hands and then got another wash rag out to wipe my face, cock and balls clean. I then spot cleaned a few other areas I suspected might bear the odor of our ass sex and proceeded to brush as thoroughly as he'd instructed me to. After one final inspection I left for the kitchen to join him.
Luther was flaccid by the time I got there and busy prepping the kitchen for the feast he had in mind.
"I know you must be hungry after a work out like that," he said, still glowing from the marathon fuck I'd given him, "breakfast for six coming up, as promised. Grab the milk out of the fridge, if you don't mind."
We sprung into action with him directing as usual and, before long, sat down to a breakfast that could've easily fed six farm hands just as he had indeed promised the night before.
"That should grow some muscle!" he declared when we finished, patting his huge belly with both hands.
"Yes, sir!" I confirmed.
"Let's clean this mess up and stretch out in the bed a while longer," he suggested.
We tackled the job and were soon lying side by side on his bed once more. I reached over and lifted his flaccid cock off his balls, gently squeezing as I slowly stroked it.
"Nice," he sighed.
"Would you like some head?" I asked.
"Sounds great," he replied.
I repositioned myself so that I was leaning across his thighs. He dragged my pillow over on top of his to prop himself up enough to enjoy the show as I began teasing his foreskin with my teeth and tongue.
"Never had anybody work my hood like you, sport," he bragged as his meat began throbbing to life.
I quickly popped it in my mouth to the root before it outsized me, roughly pressing my chin into his sagging ball sac, then slowly pulled off giving it a long, loud slurp and licked my lips under his intense gaze. He giggled as we watched his massive member bob and throb so I ran a hand up onto his belly to feel it shake, my eyes locked on his. He smiled and sank the fingers of his right hand into my hair as he rested his left on my thigh and gently patted it.
It made me unbelievably happy to worship him in this way and I quickly gobbled the swelling mass of flesh back into my mouth. His warm smile and burly bulk made me feel safe as his hulking member overflowed my oral cavity.
I had become skilled at applying exactly the amount of suction he enjoyed and the look on his face told me I was right on target. His manly flavor was delicious as I probed my orifice on his increasingly stiff condition and his huge chest swelled as his eyes closed.
I opened my mouth wide and sank down on as much of his dick as I could fit in it and worked my gullet against his incredibly fat cock head. He laid a huge hand on the back of my head and forced me down on it until I couldn't suppress my gag reflex any longer and came reeling up off him.
"Oops...sorry," he grinned as his then fully erected organ filled my hand and loomed up in my face.
To let him know that no apology was necessary I smiled and peeled his beautiful skin back, pecking his gaping slit with a kiss.
"You're the best, sport," he sighed as he guided my mouth back onto him.
His skin still peeled back off his meaty head, I proceeded to knob him as fiercely and noisily as I could. His glans swelled impossibly large in my mouth and became as hard as a lump of vulcanized rubber as I sucked it with all my might. He tensed up under the strain.
I scooted up as I labored on him until I was able to bump my forehead against his big, firm belly. That fueled my lust even more and I unleashed the full force of my upper body strength on him.
After several minutes of my unbridled assault on his rugged member he groaned deeply and loudly as he took my head in both of his enormous hands, trying in vain to still me. I finally relented and rested back on his huge thighs to give him an unobstructed view as I affectionately nipped at his huge knob with my teeth while teasing his drooling slit with the tip of my tongue. His great belly shook as he laughed at my uninhibited display.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I sighed as his salty ooze permeated my taste buds.
"I love watching you chew on my dick head," he beamed as he took in my show, "and that tongue action in my spout feels great!"
I stared into his eyes as I doubled down on him, proud to earn such high praise from the most magnificent specimen of a man I'd ever known.
"What a big, handsome man!" he purred as he studied me.
His big balls were pinned to his thighs by my left pec and I thrilled to the feel of them as I completely gave myself to his pleasure.
"Go ahead...bite him, sport...he can take it!" the behemoth urged me.
I loved it when he personified his hulking tool like that and boldly did his bidding.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" he sang out with his eyes glued to my performance, "That's it! That's it! Beautiful!"
I let my actions speak for me as I celebrated the essence of his very being. When the giant could stand it no longer he instinctively reached down and pressed my gullet to his substantial and very sore cock head again, in search of respite from the attacks of my teeth.
Suspecting that was coming, I thought to take a deep breath on my way down and let him cut off my air until he'd found the relief he sought. He released me in the nick of time and I reeled up off him to draw a huge noisy breath.
I kissed his balls and then licked up the length of the big vein that bulged from the underside of his cock. I lightly nipped at his frenulum and there was a catch in his breath.
Popping his cock back in my mouth, I proceeded to give him about ten minutes of leisurely, playful sucking. I deliberately used my hands only to depress his pad for his viewing pleasure, but every so often I couldn't resist pulling his hood up over his cock head and stuffing my tongue down in it to do the swirls he loved so much. He folded his big arms behind his head to watch, the smile on his fatherly face radiating warmth and kindness.
I closed my eyes in perfect contentment, savoring the taste of his meaty organ as I sucked on it and listening to his deep sighs of satisfaction. Time meant nothing. I could have stayed on him like that for the rest of the day and been totally happy...except for my determination to eventually get his load.
For that I felt no rush, however. Providing him pleasure was my primary concern. I knew that when the time was right my desire and his pleasure would come together in an explosive climax.
I opened wide and sank back down onto his cock head till I couldn't breathe and then wrapped my lips tightly around it, rapidly bouncing my head on it as I tenderly sucked him. When my neck began to ache until I could do it no more I pulled off. He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at me over the crest of that huge, perfect belly, his vein studded member crimson in its maximal hardness as I gently thumped it against my outstretched tongue.
"O-h-h-h-h, y-e-a-h!" he sighed as he watched.
I peeked at his clock and saw I had been on his drooling member for nearly twenty five minutes.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, big man," I teased him.
"Prove it," he urged me in a lusty growl.
I opened wide again and began slowly stuffing my mouth on him in long strokes that fully exposed the impressive length of his cock at the top of each one. His expression became intense as he struggled to keep his eyes open and glued to what was playing out before him.
My lips tightened around his substantial girth on each up stroke to produce loud sucking noises and a sort of pop as the head left their firm grasp. His breathing began to pick up as he studied me.
Gradually I increased the rate and force of my attack. His eyes got bigger and his expression even more intense.
My neck and shoulders ached but my determination to get his load took over. The noise of my throat as I pounded my gullet against his fat cock head at the bottom of each down stroke got as loud as the sucking and popping at the top of my up strokes. Occasionally I gagged myself on him but I refused to let it interrupt my rhythm.
He tensed up underneath me and fought mightily to maintain control over his muscle, keeping me on task. I refused to take no for an answer and kept ramping up on him, in an all out tug of war with his huge balls for the reward of his creamy seed. His salty pre-cum was coating my tongue as I furiously labored on him and it spurred me on to greater heights.
"N-n-n-g-g-g-u-h-h!!!" he grunted as his fat dick spat its first volley in my face at the top of my final up stroke.
I quickly dove down on it as far as I could and thrilled as his big vein flexed and throbbed against my tongue eight more times. His copious spurts quickly filled my cock stuffed mouth to the point that his delicious load began to leak from the tight suction of my lips on his thick shaft.
The giant's velvety bass voice sounded out his blissful orgasm in a staccato sequence of grunts and roars peppered with the occasional "O-H-H-H! FUCK!". I had won and his balls gave up the fight, flooding my mouth with his gift.
Luther finally relaxed back into the pillows behind him and let the remnants of his load roll out of his slit into the moist warmth of my mouth. He laughed as his eyes opened and he caught his first glimpse of my cum streaked face still suckling his corpulent member.
Letting it fall from my lips onto his lap, I raised up with open mouth and proudly displayed my tongue swimming in his impressive deposit for him to admire. He swelled with pride as he watched me gulp it down into my belly for safe keeping.
I climbed onto his lap and tightly squeezed our hard pricks together, then fell forward onto his powerful bulk and let him cradle me in his strong arms. I felt small.
"Best blow job ever, sport," the big man sighed as he squeezed me against him, "You've really put on an ass fucking/cock sucking clinic this morning!"
With that he forcefully bucked me off to his side and then quickly got on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and swooping down to lick my face clean and swab my mouth with his fat tongue. I sucked it like a dick as he pulled it out.
"I love tasting my cum in you!" he beamed down at me.
"Any time, big man," I assured him with a contented smile.
He rolled off to my side, his big softening cock resting on my thigh still as it continued to leak. I laid my hand on it and gently smeared the seepage over his cock head with my thumb.
"All my life I dreamed of it...thinking I would never find a man like you to do this with...all muscle and belly!" he said in admiration as he roamed my mounded torso with his right hand.
"Same here," I said, laying my hand on his as he traced my contours.
He rolled onto his back looking completely sated and said, "I'm exhausted. Let's get a short nap and then hit the pool for a while."
"Anything you say, Luther," I replied as he rolled onto his side with his back to me.
I rolled onto my side and nestled my belly into the small of his back, pressing my limp cock and sagging balls against his big butt.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed.
"Get some rest," I said, "We've got the rest of today and tomorrow to go...you'll need it."
He shook against me as he chuckled and before long he lulled me to sleep as well with his soft, rhythmic snoring floating on the air around us.