The Bull

Mike McCullough was in a good mood the week after hooking up with Kevin and Paul. In fact his buddy on the patrol, Rob, joked that Mike must have gotten laid that weekend. When Mike blushed, Rob nudged him in the arm. "You dog, I knew it. Come on, where did you meet her?"

Mike demurred like he often did. Sometimes he made up details but today he merely said, "A gentleman doesn't tell."

Rob grinned. "Sure, McCullough, but you're no gentleman." Rob had gotten married last year and sometimes worried that his single friend wasn't getting out enough. 

Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Let's just say it was just what the doctor ordered."

It was, too. The trooper's mind kept thinking back to Kevin and Paul. A lot. He just felt something clicked with them, kind of like it had with Greg and Joe a couple of years back, before that couple broke up. Sure, each couple was different, and Mike could tell that Paul wasn't the meek type who craved total humiliation. Not like Joe. But Mike sensed something behind his eyes, like he was holding back. 

He'd sent a thank you message to Paul afterward. Putting the ball in his court. The first time playing with a couple he'd made the rookie mistake of contacting the bottom directly. That caused some jealous fireworks. Now he knew he had to play it chill. If these guys wanted more they'd contact him. 

He didn't hear back from them, at least not for a while. He took inspiration from that Kevin guy to hit the gym harder and especially start factoring in diet and cardio more. He didn't go whole hog with it, after all Kevin seemed into what Mike had to offer. Other guys did too, particularly the older men Mike went for. 

His libido was running high and he found himself returning to the bookmarked porn videos he had. Ones where daddies were getting nailed by younger tops. Mike wished there were more of those, but for most gay guys the fantasy seemed to go the other way. 

He did hook up with one 40-something guy in the city one Monday night, his day off. Ryan was medium-tall, short dark hair with a good bit of silver coming in, and a taut DILF bod. Professional guy, handsome. Not Kevin level of hotness, but in a similar mold. It was almost comical how much a type he had, Mike thought. 

Maybe he'd expand his sexual horizons, he thought. Then again, he didn't have the chance to hook up with a guy all that often, and the city seemed to have enough bottom daddies to keep him happy. 

He'd just returned from the gym one Wednesday night, and was feeling a good pump. He'd stripped off his shirt when he got home, chugging his protein shake and staring in the mirror. His chest and abs were waxed smooth. Not that Mike was a super hairy guy, at least not yet, but he liked showing off his hard work. His pecs were his crown achievement. Not overly big but powerful swells, perfectly proportioned and capped with quarter-sized brownish-pink nipples. He flexed a little and imagined what a dude like Kevin saw in him. Whatever was the basis of his sex appeal, he'd have to keep working at it, build it up.

He had shucked his shorts and compression briefs and was about to hop in the shower when his phone buzzed. He had a message from Paul. 

"Hey Mike, it's Paul. Just writing on the chance you want to set something up again."

Mike's heart beat. "You bet," he typed back. Like a trained puppy his fat prick was firming up and rising from his crotch.

"Cool. Short notice, but how does this Saturday sound?"

"Sorry, I gotta work then." He thought of trading shifts, but he'd already done that with Trooper Mitchell back when he'd gone to Paul and Kevin's. He reached down and grabbed his bone. 

A pause, then Paul's reply appeared. "When's good for you?"

"Sundays and Mondays I'm usually off."

"How about this Sunday?" Then. "Kevin can't stop talking about you ;)"

Mike readily agreed and released his erection. "Later, buddy," he spoke aloud to his cock. "It'll be worth the wait."

***

The cop was on cloud nine the rest of the night and the rest of the week even. 

He thought back to Greg and Joe and how he'd learned about the whole cuck/bull fetish from them. They'd in fact trained him, so to speak, guided him to be their alpha, when Mike was just 19. Being assertive and confident wasn't foreign to Mike's nature. It came to him with his job, in fact, but playing the bull he learned when and how to embrace that. To play it up even when the time was right. 

The sex had been hot, but it was the psychological part that left a big imprint on Mike. He decided he liked being the bull for a couple, more than the one-on-one hookups. It let him develop a longer, deeper sexual connection with another man without the consequences of a relationship Mike wasn't ready for. Maybe he'd never be ready for one, he sighed, not if he wanted to keep status quo at his job and in his hometown in the far suburbs. 

Sunday came around and Paul had suggested meeting up in the afternoon. Mike agreed and drove into the city. He'd decided to wear his State Police-logo T-shirt and a pair of shorts, commando. He had decided to forgo masturbation, in order to be extra horny, and now as he drove to Paul and Kevin's neighborhood, he was rock hard. Thankfully he wouldn't have far to walk. 

For some reason Mike was nervous this time as he walked up to their condo door. Maybe the first time he didn't have any particular expectations. Now, he wanted to fuck Kevin again, bad. He reached down and gripped his semi, then rang the bell.

Paul answered the door. "Hey, good to see you," he greeted, and Mike greeted with a quick bro hug, leaving the cordialness from last time behind. 

"You, too, man." 

"Nice shirt," Paul grinned.

"Laying it on thick?" Mike chuckled. "You guys seemed intrigued by the trooper thing."

"Dude, Kevin will love it," Paul whispered in Mike's ear. 

"Can I get you a beer? Or you wanna get right down to business like last time?" Paul asked as they walked into the living room, where Kevin sat on the couch, dressed in a similar attire as last time. His eyes lit up as Mike appeared. 

"A beer's good," Mike replied and as Paul went to fetch it, he sat right next to Kevin on the couch. "Hey," he winked.

"Hey," Kevin smiled. 

Mike knew he had to play his cards right and not rush things, but he couldn't help but reach over to run his fingers along the back of this DILF's neck. Just a flirty, sexual gesture. "Glad to see you, buddy. Thanks for having me back over."

"Yeah, the pleasure's mine." Kevin took a quick look toward the entry way and quickly ran his legs up the hem of Mike's shorts, taking a quick feel of his cock. Then, just as quickly, he pulled back with a naughty grin, and readjusted his position on the couch to a more appropriate distance.

Paul returned with a few beers and took the adjacent armchair. The three made small talk, discussing their week. They had different lives... the professional city guys and the blue-collar cop from the burbs. But they hit it off well, and Mike liked Kevin's witty sense of humor, a contrast to Paul's type-A seriousness and his own goofiness. 

As they almost finished their beers, Mike spoke what had been on his mind the whole day, the whole week. "So, you guys had a fun time last time, I take it?"

"Kevin can't stop talking about it," Paul chimed in. 

Kevin smirked and countered, "Well, you keep asking me to talk about it."

Mike grinned and looked over at Paul, who was blushing. "That's OK, man, that's what it's all about, right? Kev gets what he wants, you get what you want, and I get my rocks off in the process. Win-win, I say."

Paul seemed relaxed and smiled. "Yeah." Then he added, "We've never invited a guy back for a repeat."

"I'm honored," Mike said and polished off the last of his beer.

"I got a question," Kevin asked, leaning forward a little. "You really into older guys?"

Mike didn't hesitate. "Big time. It's a huge rush to fuck someone fifteen, twenty, thirty years older than me." Then he added to Kevin, "But you don't need a daddy chaser if you want a guy fucking you. You're seriously hot."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Kevin said, smiling.

Mike turned to Paul now. "OK if we take our time this time? I'd like a longer session with Kevin if that's OK."

Paul seemed excited, biting his lip and doing the best not to touch his crotch, which was firming up. "What are you thinking?" he asked.

Mike grinned and turned toward Kevin, placing his hand around the DILF's head and bringing him into a kiss. That kiss was soft, but Mike was sure to take charge of it, thrusting his tongue slowly in and out of Kevin's mouth while the older man moaned excitedly. 

But Mike didn't rush it. He pulled back, placing his arm affectionately around Kevin's shoulder. He looked over at Paul. "You got a really hot husband."

"I know," Paul grinned. He was enjoying the cat and mouse game Mike was playing. At times deferential, at times taking charge. "I'm a lucky man to have him."

"I'm lucky, too," Kevin interjected. He was feeling torn emotionally, feeling an intense physical attraction to Mike but still feeling all the love for Paul he'd ever felt. Over the last week, his love had even grown, knowing Paul would do this for him. Without jealousy seemingly. 

He almost expected Mike to make a wise-ass or cocky remark. Instead, he simply said, "What you guys have is awesome." Then, to change the subject, he rubbed Kevin's shoulder. "Man, you're solid."

Almost on cue, Kevin latched his hand on Mike's strong chest, feeling its hardness and mass as they met again in a kiss. A little more forthright this time, but still a slow make-out kind of kiss. 

Paul was in agony watching, but a kind of exquisite agony. Like edging a long stroke-off session. He leaned back and watched his husband make out with Mike. Probably for about fifteen minutes they kissed and felt each other up.

"You like my muscle?" Mike asked softly as he bumped his forehead playfully against Kevin's.

"Um, yeah," Kevin's voice was horny. 

Mike leaned up and peeled his T-shirt off, revealing his bare chest, the pale skin smooth and ripples with hard muscle and just a slight padding around his stomach. "Why don't you get a better feel then?" he asked and lay back to let Kevin explore his chest and shoulders and arms with his hands and then his mouth. Giving soft kisses all along the muscular expanse. 

"Feels nice," Mike said. He was hard as a rock but was determined to extend this session out longer, much longer than last time. He groaned as Kevin's lips latched on his nip and started licking and sucking. "Fuck, right there. That's going straight to my cock buddy." He looked up at Paul. "Yours too?"

"Yeah," he nodded, laughing a little nervously.

Mike smiled, a little distracted by the sensations of Kevin's tongue worship. The dude was traveling lower with his mouth, down his abs, ever so slowly. He spoke, still to Paul, "When we're done, you gotta tell me how deep it runs for you."

"How far what runs?" Paul asked.

"Your need to be cucked," Mike spoke matter of factly and with perfect timing slid his shorts down, letting his fat hard monster snap up to a rigid posture. Wasting no time he guided Kevin's mouth down on it.

"Fuck," Paul growled. "Not sure I know the answer. But everything's been awesome so far."

Mike grinned impishly, pushing Kevin more fervently up and down on his erection. "Cool, we'll just explore those limits together, then, huh?"

It was a ballsy thing to say. They'd invited Mike back for a second time but had made no comment about anything further. But Paul found his cock throbbing as he watched the spectacle of this young cop stud guiding Kevin's head further down his large endowment.

"There you go, bud. Just another inch. You got this, man. Fucking worship my cock like you want."

Kevin did want it, visibly. He sucked in a deep breath and took in more of the young cop's fat prick. Not quite to the pubes but pretty far down. 

"Fuck yeah!" Mike exclaimed, looking down at the sight before addressing Paul. "See that? Your husband's one hot dude." He gasped as Kevin resumed his up and down sucking combined with the deeper throat action. 

The trooper felt his balls rise up tight against his shaft. "I gotta let you guys know... I haven't come in four days. First load's gonna be a gusher... won't take me long to recover either."

Kevin added suction. Mike grinned. "Looks like your man wants that jizz," he told Paul. 

"Yeah," the other man replied, transfixed by the sight. 

"You liked watching me shoot in his mouth last time," Mike said, half statement, half question.

"Oh fuck yes," Paul's voice grew louder, more confident. Mike's talk had a way of turning him on, almost as much as the sight of Kevin blowing him. 

"I bet you get turned on by the idea of my shooting my cum inside his ass, too."

Paul took in a deep breath and sighed. He wished Mike wasn't pushing his boundaries so much but he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was turned on by the idea. 

"You do," Mike confirmed, reading the answer in Paul's face.

Almost immediately, Kevin pulled off and looked back at Paul, surprised. They'd both had a long discussion about playing safe, and Paul was the one most adamant about keeping to the rules they'd set out in advance. Now Paul had a sheepish look on his face but also a very hard prick that he massaged carefully with his hand. "Sorry, babe..." Paul explained, "just a fantasy."

"Come on," Mike urged, wanting to renew the sexual dynamic, "suck my dick, man."

Kevin nodded and leaned back to take Mike's thick tool into his mouth once more. 

"It's so hot, babe," Paul growled. "I feel like I could watch that all day long."

"You will," Mike quipped. He put his mitt gently on the back of Kevin's head. "What do you say, bud? Ready to get that load you've worked up?"

Kevin leaned back and greedily swallowed the fat cock, bobbing up and down furiously. After a few seconds, Mike held back a grunt then announced, "Oh God, guys, I'm there. You're getting a big one.... FUCK!""

Kevin did in fact grunt and sputter as the thick semen pumped into his gullet. He doubled down, gripping the large prick in his right hand to steady it as he nursed out the remnants of Mike's heavy load. 

Paul meanwhile had leg go of his dick, which was leaking majorly down the shaft. He didn't want to come yet, and he hoped that Mike was serious about having enough stamina for a second round. Reluctantly, he stuffed the hardon back into his shorts.

"How many days did you say it'd had been?" Kevin laughed, taking a swipe at the top's shaved ball sac with his tongue. 

"Four," Mike grinned leaning back as Kevin sat down next to him, clearly erect in his shorts. The two met for a quick kiss. "I've been a cranky son of a bitch all week."

"Glad we can help out," Paul said, leaning forward and taking a drink. 

Mike wrapped his strong arm around Kevin's shoulder. It was a trip to sit there with Paul's husband, almost showing off to the guy how good he looked paired with Kevin. It was one of his favorite parts of being a bull, the erotic edge to a casual gesture. "You know, I almost didn't believe you guys when you said you hadn't done this before."

"What do you mean?" Kevin was feeling horny in Mike's embrace, but now that the man had gotten his rocks off he felt a little more self-conscious.

Mike looked at him and Paul both as he replied. "Well, it's just... I don't know, you guys seem so comfortable with this. One newbie couple I did it with, it was like walking on eggshells."

Kevin thought a second, "I guess you've put us at ease." He looked over at Paul, whose eyes were staring lustily at him and Mike. It was a trip to think his husband wanted this, and Kevin had the feeing he wanted more than he was admitting or letting on. A naughty impulse swept over him as he leaned into Mike's strong young body some and ran his hand along the powerful chest. "Besides, you've got a better cock than Paul."

Mike grinned, a big proud grin, and Paul let out a deep excited gasp. The older man looked at Mike's cocky expression and Kevin's playful smile. He should be mad, he should be speaking up, but instead he felt like he was on the verge of cumming right in his shorts. 

That meaty cop prick hung soft but full between the man's thighs. He guided Kevin's hand to his genitals. "Feel me up buddy. Show your husband the meat you like so much."

"Nice," Kevin purred as he ran his fingers along the heavy shaft, still sticky with saliva and cum. "Eight inches, huh?"

"Eight and a little extra. You can measure it later, if you like."

"Paul's seven," Kevin said, matter of factly, feeling the penis grow longer in his his fingers but still not firming up. 

Mike looked up at Paul. "Looks like your man's found a new toy."

"He can play with it as long as he likes," Paul said. "Fucking hot."

After a few minutes Mike's dick was firming up, starting to rise from his legs as Kevin's fingers still massaged it. 

Mike leaned back, arching his back and enjoying the feeling of getting hard again with this DILF. "Let's take this into the bedroom."

***

It was a little over two months later.... 

Kevin was hard as a rock as he felt Mike's naked body writhing on top of his. The state trooper seemed to have packed on even more muscle lately, and while Kevin never thought of himself in the "more is better" camp, he was thrilled to feel the extra mass on top of him, almost pinning him down as the two made out on the bed. He almost envied Paul's vantage, the ability to watch Mike's hard round ass cheeks clench rhythmically as he humped against Kevin's horny body.

It was the fourth time they'd had Mike over. Kev and Paul had actually had a fight when Kevin suggested their third get together. Paul's jealous streak had reared itself, and Kevin had spent a week stewing. What the fuck, he thought, Paul was the one who wanted this, who started this. Fucking hypocrite.

But the next night Paul apologized. "I won't get mad again about Mike. I promise." Paul wasn't always easy to live with, but he never broke a promise. 

He and Kevin had make up sex and that had cleared the tension a lot. A couple of nights later Paul suggested meeting up with Mike the next Sunday.

Now Mike's lips were attacking Kevin's corded neck and practically gnawing along up to the ear.

Mike liked taking charge of the sex act. As he pulled out his spit-wet cock he waved it lewdly in front of Kevin's eyes. "See how fucking hard you turn me on, daddy," he hissed then knelt on a free spot on the mattress. "Here, on your stomach... no, why don't you face your husband?"

They'd never done it in this position before. Generally Paul would look on. Kevin would sometimes be able to see him but generally the connection was about him and Mike. 

Now he was glad for the new vantage as he lay belly down facing Paul. His husband was naked and had his hands on his thighs while his erection throbbed excitedly.

"You turned on, Babe?" Kevin asked him.

"Fuck yeah," Paul answered softly.

Kevin then felt it. Mike was starting his rim job. Soft, deep, sensual tongue work. He felt pleasure radiate from his hole and through his hole body. And he could see Paul's reaction to the sex act as well as the facial expressions on his face. 

"He's getting turned on," Paul said, looking straight into his husband's eyes but speaking to the top who was prepping that ass. 

Kevin felt Mike withdraw his face, his strong fingers digging into the ass muscle, prying it apart. "You don't have to tell me, man. Don't forget, I know what turns your husband on, more than you do."

"Oh fuck," Paul hissed, letting go of his cock once more. 

This was the part Kevin still didn't feel comfortable with. He loved sex with Mike, maybe a little too much, but he still loved Paul and wasn't in this to put his husband down, sexually or otherwise.

Still, each week, Mike's sex talk got a little more aggressive on that front, and Paul seemed incredibly turned on by it. 

Kevin had to admit that he relished that Mike was so into rimming. The more he did it, the more turned on Kevin got and the more he wanted that huge dick inside him. That desire only increased as Mike's tongue traveled up further, along the small of Kevin's back and with periodic kisses up his rhomboids and between the shoulder blades.

The 47 year old's body was now pressed into the mattress as Mike climbed on top of him, humping his crack and holding down his wrists as Kevin watched the changing expression on Paul's face. 

The cop's dick felt hard and heavy between Kevin's buns. Sticky-slick, too. Mike must have applied a little lube at some point, maybe jerking off during his extended rim session. 

"You got such a hot fucking ass, man," Mike growled in Kevin's ear. Paul could hear the words, too, even if they weren't meant for him. "It's all I can think about all week." He humped more wildly against Kevin, who couldn't help but hike his ass up against the younger man. "Coming over and fucking you."

Paul was very turned on at this point, and dripping sap down his 7-inch bone. 

Just then Kevin felt a pause in the thrusts as Mike pulled back his hips and reached down to line up his erection at a different angle.

Kevin felt that cock now, fuck hard and ready, pressing against his hole. The pushing inside, opening up his pucker. 

It took him only a second to realize that Mike hadn't put on a rubber. The top had informed the couple that he was clean and on PReP, and a couple of times he'd dropped hints about fucking raw. But this was against one of Kevin's and Paul's rules.

Now that raw cock was pressing deeper inside him and Kevin could sense how excited Mike was above him, even without seeing his face or hearing him speak. He looked at Paul, his husband caught between sexual excitement and nervousness about the transgression. 

"Fuck me," Kevin said aloud, looking Paul in the eye. "Push that dick deeper in me, Mike."

Mike did, too. His glutes powered more length into the excited bottom, steadily fucking several more inches of thick cop dick up the raw hole, till his young smooth ballsac pressed against that DILF ass. "Fuck yeah," he hissed, growling into Kevin's ear. "Your ass is amazing like this," he announced softly, then pulled back his hips before powering forward again. 

It was the most intense sex Kevin could remember, the combination of physical sensation, Mike's unspoken sexual dominance, and the excitement relayed between him and Paul. Two husbands silently coming to terms with the implication that this state trooper wasn't merely fucking Kevin Connors but was going to breed the married man's ass, too. While his husband watched on. 

Mike fucked harder, not rough exactly, but possessive, quick in his thrusts. He was caught up in his own pleasure and the sensations of this perfect man's ass clutching his dick, no condom in the way. He'd been patient in getting to this point and had taken a risk, one that had backfired before. 

It wasn't backfiring now. Paul was cumming, the orgasm starting hands-free, a signal for the older man to grip his dick and pump out the rest of an incredible load, which Kevin watched excitedly. 

Kevin's dick pressed against the sheets and the friction was almost getting him there, too. 

He and Mike timed it perfectly, in fact, the top giving one last thrust inside before unleashing a shower of hot young cum up the married man's hole, as Kevin came into the sheets, the best orgasm of his life. 

That knowledge, that Mike had bested Paul right in front of him, made Kevin a little ashamed as they uncoupled, but mostly his body entered a state of post-sexual exhaustion, his hole slightly sore and used-feeling, his arms cramped from being held down in an uncomfortable position.  

"I'll go get a washcloth," Paul announced, uncharacteristically needing a clean up as much as the other two men. 

Kevin felt Mike's big body roll off his, till he lay next to the older man. 

"Man, that was awesome," Mike said, meeting Kevin in a soft kiss. His voice genuine in its appreciation. "Thank you for that." 

It intrigued Kevin to see the contrast between Mike's take-charge personality in front of Paul and the softer side. He could feel Mike's fat truncheon pressed against his belly. The cock had softened halfway but was till thick and heavy and sticky against him. It was a trip to think that it had just been inside him and discharged what had to be a couple of days' worth of cum. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss the young cop again.

Paul brought in a couple of damp washcloths and a towel. "Here, you might need these." Mike and Kevin took them. "I'll go open a few beers, I could use one after that. Whaddya say?" 

Mike nodded, "Sounds perfect. Thanks, man."

Kevin was relieved to see Mike's dominance recede after the sex and the young man adopt a friendly attitude toward Paul.

Still a thought troubled Kevin. He'd given into Mike too easily, and had let Mike violate the rules in the process. "Why didn't you ask Paul before barebacking me?" he asked after Paul had left the room. 

"I don't negotiate with him," Mike said matter of factly. 

Kevin got a little angry. "What does that mean?" he asked quietly.

Mike got a contrite look on his face, like he knew he'd been too direct with Kevin. "Look, I know I'm a guest here. I get that and I respect that. I think you guys' relationship is awesome."

"But..." Kevin sensed something more.

"But, I'll look to you to know what I can do and what I can't. You know your relationship with Paul and you are less impulsive, more even keeled. I don't know you guys well, but I can tell that already."

Kevin's defensiveness melted and he smiled. Mike was right, Paul's horniness could get the best of him. "You're clean, right? No diseases?"

"I'm clean, buddy," Mike answered sincerely. "Scout's honor," he winked. "I'll share the paperwork with ya, and get tested again. Listen... whaddya say we shower up and join Paul for that beer?"

There was no sex in the shower, but it felt surpsingly sensual, Mike's strong hands lathering and exploring Kevin's trim, muscular body. Their lips meeting softly. 

Mike turned off the water and said, "Come on, Paul's gonna wonder what's keeping us."

The rest of the evening felt like three friends hanging out, having a drink. Paul and Mike even seemed to gang up on Kevin, making fun of his perfect body. 

When Mike finally left there was no talk of him coming back next week, but things had definitely changed between them.