The Bull

Before Mike left their, place, as Paul ushered him to the door, he sincerely thanked the older man for the evening. "If you guys ever feel like a repeat, let me know."

"We'll see," Paul replied, noncommittally. Sure, the evening had been one of the best sexual experiences of his life. Being able to watch Kevin and another man, but more than that the natural way Mike seemed to tap into Paul's cuckold fantasies. Fantasies he'd not even admitted to Kevin. 

Those fantasies were out in the open now, though, and Paul knew he'd have to talk to Kevin about them. They'd have to process how they felt about the night. Given Kevin's reaction after their last threesome, Paul knew they should be cautious. Besides, they'd never repeated with the same third before. It went against the rules they'd laid down. 

Only, after Mike left Paul was surprised to see how non-upset Kevin seemed about. He was in a downright cheerful mood, even, as they opened another beer and sat down to watch some mindless TV. Paul decided he could bring up the topic now.

"You have a good time, Kev?" He looked over at his husband. The same, muscular, toned man, the same attractive looks, youthful for his age. Only now there was a kind of dreamy laziness to his man's demeanor. Almost distant. 

Kevin looked over with a wan smile. "Oh yeah. I didn't expect to, but that was hot. Thanks for getting me out of my comfort zone, babe." He patted Paul's knee. A gesture of affection even if it paled to the intense connection Paul had seem Kev have with Mike just an hour earlier.

"Sure," Paul said. He reached over and held Kevin's warm body to his. Yeah, he was lucky to have a stud like this one in his life. The whole package. "Um, I guess you know I have some cuckold fantasies."

He thought Kevin would be weirded out by them. But he barely took his eyes from the television. "Yeah. Kind of took me by surprise. But that's cool. You had them for a while?"

"Yeah," Paul admitted. Somehow he was the nervous one about this stuff, whereas Kevin seemed laidback. 

"I'm a little sleepy tonight. Maybe we can talk about them another time? I wanna know what's on my horny husband's mind."

Paul chuckled, relieved Kevin was OK with this. "All right, babe. What do you say we head to bed?"

****

The next afternoon, Paul could read Kevin's sexual interest in his eyes. He'd just got back from the gym and showered up. Kevin seemed to be lingering in the bedroom, waiting for him to be done.

"Your gym routine is paying off," he remarked to Paul. He didn't actually serve as Paul's trainer, but Paul regularly asked for his advice and Kevin helped him develop a workout routine that fit his busy schedule. 

Paul grinned. Kevin was probably complimenting him as compensation for last night. Letting him know that the thing with Mike didn't change things between them. Still, it felt nice when his hunk of a husband noticed his body. "Yeah?"

Kevin smiled. "Definitely," he said, stepping up and placing his hand on the small of Paul's back, and gently running it up the lithe bare muscle. 

The two met in a kiss. Gentle, romantic, loving. Then more intensely sexual as they embraced and Kevin undid Paul's towel. Paul's dick was rock hard now. They made out more, humping each other as Paul worked Kevin's shorts down, feeling his husband's smaller dick rigid and poking against his own. 

Paul sighed as he watched Kevin squat in front of him. Kev's gingerly gripped his bone, playing with the shaft and pulling it to his mouth.

"Oh yeah, Babe," Paul hissed. "Suck me." He watched Kevin bob up and down on his meat. It felt great, sending pleasure through Paul's body. In the past at this point he'd suggest a 69 on the bed to achieve a mutual orgasm, but images of the previous night flashed through his mind. 

"I'd love to fuck you..."

Kevin let his husband's hard dick plop out of his mouth. He was surprised by the request. "Yeah?"

Paul nodded, turned on. "You up for that?"

"Oh yeah," Kevin muttered as he kissed Paul's nuts and licked the bottom of the shaft. "Wanna feel my man's big cock in me."

Kevin stood up and the two kissed again, making their way to the bed. Within a minute or two, Kevin was on his back and placing his legs on Paul's shoulders, while his husband pushed his lubed cock into him. The entry was easier than with Mike, in part because Kevin's hole was still relatively relaxed from the fucking the previous night.

"Oh Kev," Paul gritted through his teeth. "Your ass is so hot."

"It's yours babe," Kevin replied, running his hands along Paul's hairy chest. His man was one attractive guy, trim and strong, his handsome looks becoming an executive. 

Paul grinned and powered in for the first thrust. It was like he subconsciously trying to get to the spot Mike's bigger cock hit. Or trying to show Kevin that he was just as much as a man as the cop. He thrust again, eliciting an appreciative cry from Kevin.

"Fuck me, babe. Fuck my hole."

"God yeah," Paul grunted, getting into the fuck now. He was usually gentler than this, but Kevin seemed up for something more and Paul was happy to deliver.

It wasn't spoken, but it was like Mike was in the room with the married couple. The two relived the memory of the previous night's threesome, even as they proved to themselves the durability of their own sexual chemistry. 

"I'm so close," Kevin hissed, forcing his hands to stay by his side while he felt his dick quiver. He'd never come hands free but often felt like he could. This was one of those moments. 

"Go ahead," Paul nodded, feeling closer to his own orgasm as he fucked excitedly. "Go for it, Kev."

Kevin gripped his prick, a cylindrical cut piece just a bit shy of six inches, and started pumping it. The thing he loved about bottoming and the anally induced orgasm was the way his cums felt different. Less like he was jacking off and more like his fingers were merely guiding the already spurting semen along his urethra. 

"Fuck!" he cried as the first cum shot spurted. 

"Hell yeah," Paul growled, feeling his own cum start, deep inside Kevin. 

Their lips met as they rode out their orgasms. 

"Man, I could get used to having birthdays," Paul joked as they uncoupled but stayed embraced. 

Kevin's hand ran playfully through his husband's chest hair. "I like it when you get in a horny state," he said. 

****

The two had a casual evening in, making dinner, opening a bottle of wine. 

They settled in on the couch, feeling affectionate and enjoying each other's company like they hadn't in a while.

"So..." Kevin started after they'd been talking a while. "Tell me about this cuck thing."

Paul had been expecting this conversation. Not looking forward to it exactly, but knowing Kevin wasn't entirely judgmental about it helped. 

"I dunno," he started. "It's just this recurring fantasy I have. Of some other dude fucking my guy, having his way with him." He sighed, feeling the emotional weight of talking openly about it.

"I gathered that," Kevin laughed. He patted Paul's knee. "Look, you can be open with me. If I'm not into something I'll tell you, but you don't have to hide your fantasies."

Paul gave Kevin a quick peck. "Thanks." He took a second and continued. "Maybe because I'm in always the one in charge. At work, even outside the office. I don't know... seeing some other guy take charge while I'm powerless, it's like a crazy rush."

Kevin looked at Paul. "Yeah?" This was definitely a side to his husband he hadn't seen.

Paul nodded. "Like last night... watching Mike fuck you... it was like I was chained down to the chair, unable to move as he did it. It was one of the hottest things I've experienced."

Kevin smiled. "It was pretty hot for me too, babe." He added, "Maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed it so much."

"I'm glad you did," Paul interjected. "I don't like the idea of you doing something just for me." He gave his husband another kiss. "I owe you one, big guy."

"My 50th birthday is coming up in a couple of years," Kevin chuckled.

"Babe, after last night, I feel like I'd do any request you asked for that. Seriously, you made my fantasy come true."

"I'm glad," Kevin said. "One of my fantasies came true as well. Seems like Mike's a real cop. I only wish I'd known when he was fucking me."

"I wonder if he gets tired of guys who fetishize him for being a trooper," Paul mused.

"I don't know," Kevin replied. "I get the feeling the dude eats it up."

Paul laughed.

****

Unfortunately Kevin had to travel the next week, and some the following week. But his absence seemed to make the sex with Paul hotter when he got back. 

Even though he was tired from a day of flying from the West Coast, he got hard seeing Paul naked and ass up on the bed when he got home.

"Damn, Babe," Kev said, smiling at the sight of his handsome executive of a husband offering himself. Paul had a taut dimpled ass, smaller than Kevin's more developed and meatier buns, and a fine dusting of brown hair covered them, leading down to the man's hairy legs. 

"You up for it, Kev?" Paul asked, looking back at his man. "It's been a while."

"It has," Kevin replied, peeling business casual polo shirt and removing off his dress shoes. "And yes, definitely up for it." He undid his belt and trousers and pulled them down, then the briefs, finally stepping out of his clothes.

Paul leaned back forward and felt the presence of Kevin's nude body present behind him. Then his husband's lubed fingers at his hole, circling and then pressing in. It had been a long time since Paul bottomed and Kevin knew to take his time. 

Fortunately Paul was turned on and horny and those fingers were now gliding in and out easily. Two, then three of them, stretching Paul's elastic ring open. Kevin wasn't as long or as thick as his husband and he knew that Paul would be ready for his dick. He lined it up.

"Ohhh!" Paul let out, getting used to the sensation. "Oh fuck that feels good, Babe."

"Yeah?" Kevin asked, enjoying the sensation of his prick inside Paul's tight hole. He'd gotten used to being the bottom lately that he enjoyed the change of pace. "My man's all horny for this?"

"You know I am. Long day. All I could think about was your dick in me."

"Oh!" Kevin grunted as he fucked in. And again. He wasn't often in a top mood, but he was enjoying the hell out of this. 

"Fuck me, Kev," Paul encouraged, hiking his ass up to each thrust. 

Kevin did, with deliberate strokes, making sure Paul could accommodate him, then gaining steam. After a while, he hissed, "Don't think I can last much longer, Babe."

"Go for it. Come in me," Paul urged.

And Kevin did, blasting a powerful load inside the man's tight ass. He rode out the orgasm. He wouldn't consider this a better cum than when he got fucked. It was just a different sensation. Finally he pulled out and leaned forward to kiss Paul's shoulder. "You cum, Paul?"

"Nah," he said, turned over onto his back and meeting Kevin in a kiss. He started stroking off his rod,  focusing on the idea that Kevin's cum was deposited up in him. Fresh, wet sperm. 

Kevin looked down and rubbed Paul's hairy chest encouragingly. "Want me back in you?" he asked. His dick was still erect.

"Yeah," Paul nodded and lifted his legs to accommodate Kevin. The dick went right in, not fucking hard but sawing in and out, making Paul feel good. He was able to look up and enjoy the view of his husband. Perfectly fit, rippled body, strong muscle but lean. 

His cum spurted out, slowly but heavily, almost in rhythm to Kevin's slow strokes.

"Way to go, man," Kev grinned. "Fucking hot."

The two kissed and uncoupled and made out a little. 

"I don't know what got into you, Babe," Kevin finally said, "but that was fun."

****

The next weeks were off and on, but the two found more time for sex than had been their norm. Paul still loved 69-ing, and on the weekends Kevin found himself initiating things by asking to be fucked. Paul happily obliged and somehow his topping was getting better... more fervent, more commanding, yet always controlled. 

It was one Saturday afternoon when the two were fucking missionary. They'd worked up slowly, with a lot of making out and foreplay. Paul even rimmed Kevin, briefly. It was something he was working on enjoying, since Kevin seemed to like it so much. Finally they'd lubed up and Kevin placed his legs on Paul's shoulder and they fucked. 

Paul's pace was picking up now, his thrusts getting harder. Kevin seemed to like it harder, he observed and he was enjoying fucking for Kevin's pleasure as much as his own. The two men's eyes were locked, their breathing heavy. They weren't ready to cum, not yet, but it wouldn't take long now.

Finally Kevin asked, "You thinking of him, Paul?" Paul seemed extra turned on that day, and the man's dick was pistoning hard and fast now. 

"Thinking of who, Babe?" he gritted through his teeth.

"Mike. The cop."

"I am now," Paul said. "You thinking about him?"

Kevin felt bad for bringing Mike up, especially in the middle of a fantastic bout of sex. But he was thinking of Mike, remembering the young stud's intensity and ability. He nodded.

Paul wasn't upset. Instead his thrusts grew more excited, more erratic. "You wish he was fucking you now? Pulling me off you and fucking you while he made me watch?"

"Oh God, Paul," Kevin hissed. The mental image was turning him on. "That big young dick felt so good in me."

"Bigger than mine?" Paul huffed. He was getting closer. 

"You saw it. Huge cock, went so deep in me."

He watched Paul's face scrunch up into an orgasm, and his own was following just a second behind. 

"Oh FUCK!" Paul bellowed as he started seeding Kevin's hole. Kevin's sperm shot out, all over his chest and abs. 

The two were drained and a little quiet afterward, feeling guilty for the scene that had played out. Finally as they made dinner, Paul said out of nowhere, "Don't worry, Kev, it's just a fantasy thing. We're solid."

Kevin smiled. He wasn't sure why Mike had recurred in his sexual thoughts, not just that day but before, but Paul was right. It was just a fantasy thing.

****

Only the genie was out of the bottle. 

Sunday night was a regular bout of sex... alternating oral then 69. Monday Paul worked late. But Tuesday his 4:00 conference call was cancelled and having mostly caught up on work, he dashed out early, hitting the gym and getting home by 5:30.

Paul was in a horny mood when Kevin got home, and fortunately his husband was on the same wavelength. The two stripped and made out and soon they'd wrestled around on the bed playfully before Kevin wrapped his legs around Paul's waist. 

"I need you in me Babe."

"Hell yeah," Paul growled as he got the lube.

The fuck wasn't as slow or steady as during their longer sessions, but it still felt great. 

It took only about ten strokes before Paul got an impish look on his face. "I wish Mike were here right now," he said. Testing the waters.

Kevin's nostrils flared with excitement. "Yeah? You'd like that?"

Paul thrust in and smiled. "You don't know how hot it is to watch a young buck like that on top of you, thrusting his cock inside you."

Kevin's hands gripped Paul's arms. Not huge guns but strong. "No, but I know what it's like to have a young buck fucking my lights out."

"Oh fuck," Paul bit his lip to control the wave of horniness washing over him.

"Muscular young cop with a huge dick.... using my hole. Natural top, too... knows how to fuck."

"I'm almost..." Paul warned.

"Do it," Kevin urged. "See if you can hit the spot where Mike's dick hit."

That did it. Paul was cumming big time. Kevin's orgasm wasn't simultaneous but he stroked off as his husband rode out his orgasm. Within five seconds, he was cumming too. 

Paul rolled off and lay beside Kevin. Both men sweaty and catching their breath. Paul held Kevin's hand lovingly and gave a soft squeeze. "What do you say I text Mike?" he asked.

"Yeah," was Kevin's sole response.