The Bull

Paul felt like he should talk to Kevin about the barebacking. So the following Tuesday night, after a long day at work and a quick dinner of take out, he brought the subject up. 

"Listen, Kev, I'm sorry if things got out of control with Mike last weekend."

Kevin looked at his husband earnestly. "You didn't have fun?" he asked. 

It wasn't the question Kevin Connors would have replied with a month or two ago. And it wasn't the question Paul was expecting. "Well, yeah, it was hot... only I..."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. "Don't worry about me, Paul," he said simply. "I had a good time, too. I always enjoy our sessions with Mike."

Paul wasn't sure how to read Kevin's mood, and his husband, while not being hostile, wasn't inviting further discussion. He wasn't sure if Kevin's laid-back vibe was genuine or a defense mechanism. He decided maybe they should hold off on having Mike over the following weekend. 

Only Wednesday morning rolled around and while Paul was in a work meeting, his phone notified him of a text. He was expecting it to be Kevin checking in, maybe about dinner or evening plans. Kevin, the more outgoing, was the one who usually kept the social calendar for the couple.

Instead the message was from Mike. "Hey it turns out I was able to get Saturday and Sunday off this weekend. If you guys are free this weekend, it would be awesome to hang out."

This was the first time Paul remembered Mike actively requesting a meeting. Not pushy, but more direct. Paul felt his cock grow hard in his trousers. 

He checked quickly with Kevin, who readily agreed. "Sounds hot." 

It was that night when Kevin brought up the barebacking. "Sorry I let things get out of control last weekend," he said as he and Paul had dinner. "I should have stopped Mike when I realized he wasn't wearing a condom."

Paul nodded thoughtfully. "I could have stopped him too, babe, but I didn't. Any regrets?"

"I should say yes," he smirked.

Paul chuckled. "You going to let him in again bare?"

"He says he's clean and has the proof. So yeah. It was pretty hot after all."

"It was." Paul said. 

"You hard?" Kevin grinned.

Paul nodded. "Yep."

Kevin pushed his chair back and then got down between Paul's legs. It seemed they rarely had sex this spontaneous but Paul was majorly turned on as his husband unzipped him and pulled out his erection. Then the welcome sensation of Kevin's mouth descending on his dick drove him wild.

"Suck me, Babe..." Paul groaned. "Suck me like you suck him. Suck me like it was a big fat piece of cop dick."

The sex talk worked Kevin up, and he went at his sucking duty more fervently. Even if Paul wasn't as hung as Mike, his dick was pretty big and not easy to take down to the base. But Kevin did his best, going for a deep throat swallow with each bob.

"Oh fuck, Babe, that's so hot to watch. Slutting out on my cock like that. God, Kev, it's not gonna take me long." He gripped the back of Kevin's neck, not really forcing the head down but insistently reminding his husband of his need. 

Then with a full force his semen jutted down Kevin's throat. His husband stopped his deep throat and concentrated on sucking the top three inches in rapid succession, milking out all the cum. 

"Holy fuck," Paul growled. "You're getting really good at that."

"Yeah?" Kevin said, with a proud smile on his face as he leaned back.

"Fuck, yeah. Stand up," Paul urged. "Let me do you."

Kevin unzipped and pulled out his own hardon. This is what sealed the deal when he and Paul started dating. The man could suck dick like nothing else. A few expert motions applying just the right amount of suction and Kevin was nutting good and hard into his man's mouth. It was like the tension was being drained from his body. 

"God, you're the best, Paul," he said as he leaned down and met his husband in a kiss.

They chuckled at how impetuous they were as they rearranged their soft dicks back in and got back to their abandoned dinner.

***

It was a nice change of pace when Mike came over on Saturday instead. He'd woken up early, as excited as the previous weeks if not more, and got in a good workout at the gym. He grabbed a big breakfast afterword, then came home and showered, shaved and dressed, watched some TV, and was out the door by 1pm. 

He'd stashed a duffel bag of a change of clothes and toiletries just in case.

He liked coming into the city but finding parking in Paul and Kevin's neighborhood was a bitch. But an extra ten minutes walk wouldn't hurt him and it gave him a chance to take in the houses, a contrast to the quiet subdivision he lived in. He wasn't sure he would like life in the city - the burbs were what he knew - but it was fun to imagine it sometimes.

He used to his phone to find his way to the row home on a nice street. Mike could tell these guys were pretty well off. Not that it mattered to him, but it seemed like he often hit it off with professional guys. Maybe opposites attract.

He bounded up the steps and rang the bell. Paul answered, dressed in a customary oxford shirt and shorts, with flip flops. They gave a quick hug. 

"Great to see you man," Paul said. 

"Great to be here," Mike beamed. 

"You able to change your work schedule?" the man asked as he ushered the young state trooper in. 

"Yeah, a fellow trooper asked if I was interested in switching with him. I'll be working a double next weekend but it's worth it."

Paul clapped him on the back to guide him down the hallway. "Kevin's waiting in the bedroom," he said. "If you don't mind getting down right to it."

"Ha I don't mind," Mike said, gripping the heavy dong in his shorts. "I've been boning all morning looking forward to this."

They walked to the master bedroom and there Kevin was. Naked, on all fours on the bed. Ready. 

"Fuck yeah," Mike growled, pulling the hem of his shirt up and then peeling it off his beefy chest. He turned to Paul, "I'm heaving dreams about that ass now, you know," he grinned. 

Mike strolled up to the bed and crouched so his face was at level with Kevin's bare ass. The 48 year old was in amazing condition and his ass was firm, but it still had traces of a DILF ass that Mike loved. The hairiness in crack, the fullness of size. The trooper sized up the view and then buried his face in it.

"Oh God," Kevin hissed. As good as Paul was at sucking cock, Mike was at eating ass. He was enthusiastic and talented. Alternating between munching, licking, sucking, and probing. Teasing the hole. At times Mike could be a methodical rimmer, working the hole open with his tongue. At other times he just loved burrowing in. Kevin had an ass he could eat for a long session.

That's what he had in mind today, in fact, so when Kevin asked Mike to fuck him, the younger man just leaned back and looked excitedly at that dad hole, the hairs slicked down with spit. "Not yet, I'm gonna eat you out for a lot longer."

He leaned up and then lay down on the bed, on his back. "Come on man, sit on my face. Let me treat that hole right," he growled. 

Kevin nodded, excited beyond belief. It was hot having Paul watching this, watching him be so intense with Mike. Mike's lust and enthusiasm were also infectious and Kevin sighed as he squatted over the cop's face and felt his tongue slide back between his buns. 

"Oh fuck, man, eat me out. You're so good at this." The minute he praised Mike he saw Paul's eyes widen. He addressed his husband. "You like watching this, Babe?"

Paul nodded. "Oh yeah. So glad you're into this."

Kevin winked then felt Mike's tongue circle around his pucker, eliciting a deep moan. He looked down. The cop was built, the muscle and the thin layer of padding looking magnificent as the man's chest and stomach were bared. Kev didn't even realize he was into dudes this beefy, but on Mike it looked hot. He reached down and ran his hands along the smooth flesh, feeling the warmth and firmness. Mike responded by munching more excitedly on Kev's hole.

Past the abs, in his shorts, there was that massive erection. Long, fat, and as hard as you'd expect a horny 25 year old to be. Kevin wanted to see it. He undid the button on the cop's shorts and reached in. 

Mike moaned into his ass, signaling to go further. Kevin did, pulling out that boner. 

"I still can't believe how big that cock is," Paul said as Kevin hauled it out. 

Mike's hands were on Kevin's ass, kneading the cheeks and spreading them for prime access. He backed off a little to urge Kevin to take off his shorts. 

Kevin had to hoist himself off of his perch on Mike face to do so, but he leaned forward and slid the shorts down, aided by Mike lifting and bending his strong legs.

"Fuck!" he growled as he saw the top nude and erect beneath him. 

"You can go ahead and suck it, Daddy," Mike said. "Just don't get me to come. I'll tap your leg if you're getting me close."

Paul moaned as he watched his husband descend on that sizable meat, sucking in just a couple inches and then bobbing down on more. It was beautiful, no other way to describe it, the way these two men were locked in a 69, each working on each other's pleasure, the cop munching Kev's hole like a pig at a trough, and Kevin scarfing as much of that erect dick as he could manage. 

Finally, Mike must have tapped Kevin's leg because the older man leaned up and off the dick, which now quivered in mid air, the ball sac drawn tightly to the shaft. 

"Fuck, I almost came," the deep voice said from behind Kevin. "Let me cool off."

The two men disentangled, and Mike stood up, stretching, his erection poking up hard and high. "I'd love to come that way," he said. "Eating your hot ass."

Kevin had flipped onto his back, feeling his own hardon leaking from the sexual stimulation. "I wouldn't mind."

Mike grinned. "I bet you wouldn't, Hot Stuff." He reached down and pinched the base of his prick. "Fuck!" He took a deep breath and looked over at Paul, "You enjoying the show, bud?"

Paul smiled. "It gets hotter each week. You guys are amazing to watch."

"Hope you get your jollies this week," Mike said, then got back on the bed where Kevin was laying, hard and still very horny.

Mike scooted up and leaned in for a kiss. Their mouths connected, softly, as they made out. It was exquisite torture for both men, who wanted to fuck in the worst way, but it was hot in its own right. 

"You liked me barebacking you last week," Mike said, half a question, half a statement.

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, that was hot. Been thinking about it all week. Paul too."

Mike grinned and looked back at Paul, "Is that right buddy?"

"Fuck yeah," the man replied. He'd kept his dick, hard and leaking in his shorts but now was unzipping. He couldn't take any more. Besides he felt the main act was going to come.

"Do me a favor, man," Mike said, "And hold off this time. I'll make it worth your while."

"OK," Paul breathed. 

Kevin wasn't sure what Mike had in mind but the young cop's lips were back on his own, the tongue pressing in insistently. As they made out, more of a lusty sexual kiss than a romantic one, the beefy stud rolled Kevin over and positioned his own strong body on top. They kissed and got more caught up in their excitement. Mike's hips were humping Kevin's crotch, and the bottom spread his legs and wrapped them around Mike's meaty ass. He wanted that big cop cock in him so badly.

Fortunately Mike was on the same wavelength. He scooted down and with his left hand positioned his meat at Kev's hungry hole. He prodded gently against the pucker, smearing the entrance with a healthy amount of the presap he was now leaking. 

Kevin now wetted down, Mike entered him. 

"Oh fuck!" Kevin cried. The penetration was intense, but in a good way. There was a good amount of friction and the quickness of the entry made that dick seem even bigger. But he was horned up beyond belief, and the extended rim session had made him really crave this. Getting fucked royally. 

Impatiently, Mike pushed in, all the way in, burying in up to the balls. He barely gave Kevin a second to accommodate him before he thrust in again. He was fucking Kev outright, his own built up libido pouring over into an energetic shafting. The fact that this 40-something hunk could take it just egged Mike on. He powered into the older man repeatedly, feeling the tingle start in his nuts. It was like his pleasure was being fucking into Kevin and coming back to him, doubled. 

Indeed, Kevin felt the telltale tremors of his orgasm start. But his hands were on Mike's burly chest, shoulder, and arms, feeling the stud up who was shafting him so masterfully. It was an incredible realization. Kevin was about to have his first hands-free orgasm. Paul had talked about his experience having one a few weeks ago, and now Mike was delivering one for him, in spades.

"FUCK!" He growled, sending waves of hot semen between their thrusting bodies, right before Mike cut off his cry with a kiss and growled into his mouth, his own young body heaving in a heavy orgasm that matched Kevin's.

The young man had a big smile on his face as they came down and he broke the kiss. "Fuck, that was incredible."

"Uh uh," Kevin agreed, still light headed from the experience.

"Hold still, Daddy," Mike winked and slowly withdrew his firm but softening meat from the conquered ass. "Keep your legs up," he whispered.

Kevin did and watched the beauty of Mike's built body dismount and climb off the bed. The cop turned to Paul. "I left you a present buddy. Nice creamy load ready to be eaten."

Paul was surprised. "You mean?" Then he realized that's exactly what Mike did mean. With a scramble he crawled up on the bed, between Kevin's legs. 

Kevin smiled when he realized what was about to happen. Paul never liked rimming. Always thought it was too dirty an act. And here was his husband about to felch another dude's seed out of his hole. Kevin pulled his legs back and lifted his ass up to Paul's face, showing off the creampie. "Lick me, Babe. Lick my fucked hole."

Paul did. The swipes were tentative at first, but as he tasted the cum, he got really excited, going hole hog in eating Kevin out. He stroked his cock as he did, feeding off the incredible nastiness of the act. 

Mike's hands stroked between his shoulder blades. "That's it, cuck... a real man fucks your husband's hole and you get clean up duty." He looked up at Kevin. "Hey Daddy see if you can feed your husband some of my cum."

This was such a trip, even Kevin got caught up in the cuckolding aspect of the scene. He pushed down on his bowels and he could tell from Paul's gulping that his husband was being fed a mouthful of fresh cop cum. Paul's face turned red and he practically howled, his cry smothered in Kevin's cummy ass, as his prick belted out its load. 

"Nice," Mike hissed. "Let it out, cuck."

***

They'd had a beers and were enjoying the post-sex relaxation and the chance to get to know one another, beyond the sex. 

"You know," Mike said, "I don't even know you guys' last names."

Paul chuckled. "Guess not. Mine's Stanson."

"Connors," Kevin added his. 

"Trooper First Class Mike McCullough, at your service," Mike smiled.

"I've been wondering... I mean, you clearly know guys are turned on by you being a cop," Kevin said. 

Mike's dimples made him look younger and more innocent as he smiled. "And you're wondering what I think of that?"

"Yeah," Kev said.

"Well... there's a difference between the real job and the fantasy gay guys have. For me, it is about the job first. But, I also know it helps me get laid, and I'm A-OK with that," he winked.

"I doubt you need the uniform to help you get laid," Paul chuckled. "You're cute, young, and got a great body and a big dick."

"Thanks for the compliment, buddy," Mike smirked. "I guess I do OK. But every bit helps. Who knows if I would have gotten a repeat invitation from you guys if I hadn't been a cop. Kev here seems to like it."

"We both like it," Kevin chimed in. "But it was a huge bucket list item for me. You're letting me check it off in spades."

"Glad to be of help," Mike joked. "Seriously you guys are a dream couple for me. Love playing with you. I look forward all week to this."  

"So..." Paul started, rubbing Kevin's neck affectionately, "we got a guest bedroom if you want to stay over."

"Thanks," Mike smiled. He looked at his watch. 4:30.  "I didn't want to be presumptuous, but I brought a change of clothes in case I had the opportunity to stay."

Kevin leaned into Paul's arm some. "We can grab a dinner, too. Anything you in the mood for?"

"I'm pretty easy," Mike said. Then he got a more intent look on his face. "The thing you should know, if I'm staying over....  I'm sleeping with Kevin if I do.... so you guys need to think over whether you want that." He saw the surprised expression on both men's faces. "You can decide after dinner."

"Wow," Kevin said. 

"Yeah, wow."

"I'm not trying to be a dick," Mike said. "That's just how it is." He patted his knees and stood up. "But first things, first, let's get something to eat. I know I worked up an appetite."

They pinned Mike as more of a burger kind of guy, so they went to a neighborhood pub, a semi-casual place. The cop wasn't lying about his appetite, he ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and an appetizer. He seemed to shovel his food in heartily, too, as the men made small talk in the noisy bar-restaurant.

Only when Mike and Paul ordered a second round, Mike got a Diet Coke instead. 

"Watching your figure?" Kevin teased. He generally avoided beer on the weekdays but enjoyed a few pints on the weekend. 

Mike grinned. The state trooper really had an adorably cute face for such a muscular, butch young man. "Two's my limit. Gotta drive back."

There. He'd lobbed the ball to Paul and Kevin's court, and Paul gave a quick glance to Kev, who silently communicated a hopeful look. "Just order your goddamn beer," Paul chuckled. "You're used to getting your way, aren't ya?"

Mike leaned back, his face a little triumphant. "Well you guys give me inspiration. Seriously, I look forward to every goddamn weekend trip to the city."

"We could meet you out where you are sometime."

"Maybe. I mean you guys are welcome. But if you don't mind hosting, I like coming into town. Gives me a break from my day to day life, you know," he said popping a fry in his mouth. He flagged down the waitress to order another beer.

When they got back to Paul and Kevin's place, the three were in a good mood. Kevin in particular. He was glad Paul had agreed to Mike's conditions, if only because he was intrigued by the development of this threeway arrangement with Mike McCullough. 

"So..." Mike asked as they walked into the living room. "Which bed are Kev and I taking?"

Paul wasn't ready to relinquish the master bed. "You guys can have the guest bed," he said. 

Mike walked behind Kevin and playfully gripped his shoulders, squeezing them as he pressed against his back. "Whaddya say, daddy?"

Mike's hands felt good on him and he could smell the cop's cologne. He was turned on for some more time with the young man, for sure, but he wanted to check in with Paul. "You sure you're OK with this Babe?" Kevin asked. 

"Yeah, I'm good." Paul didn't relish not being able to watch Mike and Kev this time. But he relished the thought the two would soon be up to something. Sucking, fucking, rimming. The fact he was being exiled to his own bedroom strangely thrilled him. 

 

He stepped up and gave Kevin a good night kiss. "Anything you need from the bedroom?"

Kevin shook his head, grinning. "Nah, there's extra lube in the bathroom. In case we need it," he added as an afterthought.

Mike was grinning knowingly, in a way that frustrated and excited Paul. "Well, see you in the morning, man," the young state trooper said.

"Yeah..." Paul started, feeling awkward as he prepared to take his leave from these two men, one of them his husband. "Good night."

He considered leaving his door open, but didn't think he could take it emotionally. He peeled off his shirt, looking into the mirror. He wasn't Mike McCullough buff but he had a good body, particularly for a 50 year old man. Were he and Kevin doing the right thing? It felt for the first time that Mike was a wedge in their relationship. But at the same time, Paul was hard in his jeans. He undid them and slipped them off, his briefs too. 

"God I'm such a fuck up," he said aloud softly, to his reflection. To no one. 

He found some lube in the drawer

Paul jerked off slowly, edging himself, letting go when he got too close, then starting again. 

"Fuck him," he growled softly. "Fuck my husband Mike. Damn, you're in there now, probably railing my man while I'm stuck here jerking off alone. Showing my guy who's the real man.... fuck!" Paul let go in time and felt his nuts tingle. He was THIS close.

He stepped off the bed and padded to the doorway. Quietly he opened it once more. He wondered if Mike and Kevin would have left the door to the guest bedroom open, but a glance down the hall confirmed it was shut. 

Still he could hear voices. Talking, laughing. Then fucking. The definite sounds of two men fucking. Mostly Mike's voice, commanding in its verbal litany, but then out of it rose Kevin's getting louder, more plaintive. Paul couldn't hear the words but he knew the meaning. Kevin was begging Mike for more. Harder, faster, deeper. 

A heavy spurt of semen sprayed out of the tip of Paul's dick. Then another. The orgasm was intense, the physical separation between Paul and the men in the guest room just fueling his pleasure. 

"Fuck," he whispered in exclamation as he came down from his high. He fetched some tissues to wipe up his mess. 

Thankfully, the orgasm tired him out enough to sleep, even with the thought of his husband sleeping in another room, with another man. Paul crawled in the sheets and turned out the lamp. 

***

Kevin woke up in Mike's arms. The cop's nude body felt warm, almost hot against his, but Kevin relished the difference between him and his husband. Bigger, smoother, younger. He felt the man stir behind him, shifting his position. There it was, Mike's big dick, firmed up in a huge piece of morning wood. 

The cop's soft lips touched Kevin's neck. "Morning," the voice said, groggy.

"Good morning," Kevin said. He scooted back into Mike's embrace, sighing as the strong hands explored his torso.

"What time is it?"

Kevin looked over. "Eight, almost. Can't remember last time I slept in this late."

"Mmm..." Mike growled. "I think I kept daddy up too late last night. You make me horny, man."

"Um, yeah," Kevin agreed. It was like Mike had some spell on him. That's why he was sleeping here in the guest room, the first time he'd slept overnight with another man since he'd met Paul. It was weirdly thrilling. 

"You mind me calling you Daddy?" Mike asked, caressing the skin of Kevin's chest and sending goosebumps along the older man's body. 

"It's not how I think of myself," Kevin admitted, "but go ahead."

"You sure?" 

"It's like you being a cop. If being Daddy gets me laid, then I'll be Daddy," Kevin chuckled.

"All right then." Mike nestled against Kevin's body. "Wasn't sure you were going to make it through the night, Daddy... Big step for you both."

"Paul's probably pissed off."

"We'll see," Mike said. "But I doubt it. He's learning about himself, and I bet you fifty bucks he loved that I've had some alone time with you."

Kevin was torn between the pleasure in his body and the nagging doubts he had. "You like fucking up guys' relationships?"

He could feel Mike's caress stop and the younger man's body pull back. "Turn around."

Kevin did. God, even first thing in the morning, Mike was hot as hell. Youthful, cute, and the buzz cut hair scruffed up just a little. 

Mike's expression was serious now, though. "I'm not trying to fuck up anything. I don't want to date you, at least not in the conventional way. I like being the bull."

"What do you mean, the bull?" Kevin asked.

Mike replied, "It's the guy who fucks another guy's husband, who makes him a cuck."

Kevin laughed, shaking his head. "Is this really a thing?"

Mike didn't feel offended but chuckled too, "For me, yeah. And for Paul, too, though he's still exploring his fantasies."

"Maybe a little too much," Kevin joked. "But where does this leave me?"

Mike's hand caressed Kevin's chest and arm. "You're the key to the cuck/bull dynamic. You gotta be into it."

Kevin saw an unusual vulnerability in Mike's eyes. Like he was waiting for confirmation. Kevin's hand felt down the thick muscled body, till he found the large, hard prick. His fingers wrapped around it, making Mike sigh a little in excitement.

"It's hard not to be into it, man," Kevin mused. "You're so hot, you know. Having a 25 year old cop into me is a real trip, you know?"

"It's a trip for me too, Daddy. Being your young stud." Mike gave Kevin a soft kiss, leaning into him. "That's what being your bull is about for me, making you feel great." He continued to feel up Kevin's body. He could still feel the older man's hands playing with his meat. "You like my cock, huh?"

"Yeah," Kevin admitted. "I guess you can tell I'm a bit of a size queen."

"See it's great all around. Paul gets to explore being a cuck, I get to fuck the hottest DILF in the city, and you get a big cop dick to play with," Mike winked.

Kevin nodded, enjoying feeling Mike's hardness in his grip. The younger man really had a big tool. "So..." he asked, "being a bull," he tried on the word for size, "is that a one-time or long-term thing?"

"Either," Mike replied. "I've done both. I think I've told you I was long-term bull for a couple a few years back. It was great, made me realize that's what I wanted."

"So, it's just sex, then no emotions involved?" It was like Kevin wanted confirmation that Mike wasn't going to be a detriment to his marriage. Maybe it already was. 

"Emotions are going to be a part of it, I don't see how you can avoid them," Mike said. "I mean, fucking a guy regularly, being brought into two guys' relationship, there's no way you don't form a bond. Sometimes an intense one." He paused, then added, "But it's not the relationship, that's between the married guys."

"You've thought a lot about this," Kevin said. It was fascinating to listen to Mike, the whole sexual system he had played out in his head. It sounded neat and orderly, not messy like Kevin sometimes felt with threesomes. 

"Oh yeah," Mike admitted. "It's my thing. It's one reason I was excited to answer your ad. Whether it's a one-time or long-term thing, I frigging love being a bull. The sex, the emotional pull of it, the whole experience. Plus, you're the hottest guy I've fucked, ever."

"So..." Kevin ventured. "Are you hoping that Paul and I will turn into a long-term arrangement."

"Fuck yeah," Mike said, grinning. "But that's up to you."

"What about Paul?"

"It's up to him, too, of course, but like I say I don't negotiate with him. You'll let me know if I'm coming on too strong for either of you guys."

Kevin seemed to reflect on that. Part of him felt like Mike was too smooth of a negotiator and that he was being played. But the other part of him liked the deference the younger man had to him, giving him the power to say yes or no to things. He wanted to ask Mike a question and wasn't sure if he should. But he didn't know anyone else he could talk to about this.

"I got a question," he started.

"Yeah?" Mike said, a serious look on his face. 

"So, you've seen guys before who are into this cuck thing."

Mike grinned. "Definitely."

"How many we talking about?"

"I've been a bull for five couples before if that's what you're asking. Each one of them had a guy with a cuck fetish." 

"Well, I guess I'm wondering..." Kevin said, shifting to lie on his back, "you know, how does Paul compare.... I mean, you have any sense of how far the cuckold fantasy goes?"

Mike got quiet. "You mean, he doesn't talk about this with you?"

"He does," Kevin assured him. "Only, I get the sense he's afraid to hurt my feelings."

"Or are you afraid of the answer?"

"Maybe that, too." Kevin said. "It seems easy for you, but fuck, I'm pretty fucking confused."

Mike ran his hand along Kevin's chest. "Listen, Daddy... if you're asking me my impression, then yeah I think it goes pretty deep for Paul. I've met only one man before whose cuck fantasy was stronger and he was practically a sub." He gave Kevin's shoulder a soft kiss. "But you guys need to talk about this stuff. That fear you got is the wedge in your relationship, not me fucking you."

Kevin nodded. "You're right, man." He looked over at Mike. "You mind if I go do that now? I feel like I need to."

"You're calling the shots, Daddy," Mike winked. "I'll get dressed and shove off, let you guys be."

Kevin leaned up and found his underwear, slipping into it. "Cool, thanks for understanding."

Mike followed suit, gathering up his clothes. "Do what you guys need to do. I mean, I'll be pretty bummed if I don't get to bone you again," he laughed, "but it's all good."

****

"I gotta head off, man," Mike said as he walked into the kitchen, fully dressed, with his bag in hand. He gave Paul a hearty handshake and a bro hug. 

"You don't want breakfast?" Paul said. He'd been up for two hours, drinking his coffee and waiting for his husband and fuckbuddy to rouse awake. The wait was torturous but also kept him erect the whole time. 

"Nah, I gotta get back. Thanks, though. And thanks for having me over."

"Sure thing," Paul said. 

Once Mike left it was funny how Paul's mood switched. He'd promised Kevin he wouldn't be jealous, and he wasn't, at least not in the angry or envious sense of the word. But he had been worrying all morning, wondering if he'd made a mistake in letting Kevin get too close to Mike. Kevin's concern that they were messing up their relationship was rubbing off on him.

Now that Mike had cleared out early, Paul's concern went the other way. Maybe Kevin didn't have such a great time. Maybe he'd sent Mike home early. It killed Paul to think that he was pushing Kevin into something he didn't want. He went down the hall and could hear the shower running. He decided to give Kevin some space.

His husband came out a few minutes later, dressed and looking as handsome as ever. A pit in Paul's gut worried what he would do if his husband ever left him. 

"Hey Babe," Kevin greeted. "You got some coffee for me?"

"Coming right up," Paul said, attending to the coffee maker to make a fresh pot. As it brewed, he looked over at Kevin, "You have fun last night?" 

Kevin nodded. He could tell Paul had not a trace of being upset in his voice. He seemed genuinely concerned that Kevin had enjoyed it. "Um, yeah, I did. Thanks for being open to that." He paused, then added, "It was a trip, doing something like that."

Paul agreed. "Yep, first time we slept in separate rooms."

Kevin grimaced. "That bother you Babe?"

"No," he said. "I thought it might but it didn't."

"Good," Kevin said. "I was worried."

"We should only do this if it's fun for both of us." Paul said as he poured the coffee and handed to Kevin. 

"Agreed." Kevin drank a couple of sips. He couldn't remember needing coffee so bad, at least not since his hungover days in his early 30s. "So... did you have fun last night?"

"Oh yeah," Paul smiled. "I jerked off three times. Came harder each time, too." He blushed. "I probably shouldn't tell you that."

"Paul," Kevin started, a little plaintive in his tone, "You gotta tell me stuff like that. I need to know."

Paul nodded. He was used to being the more communicative one, the one tackling problems head on in their relationship, whereas Kevin generally preferred to let them blow over. "All right. What do you want to know?" 

"Mike told me a new term... bull."

Paul's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

"I take it you've heard it before."

Paul nodded. "I have."

"Paul, he wants to be my bull, fuck me regularly from here out. Is that something you've fantasized about?"

Paul gulped. "You don't gotta, Kevin. But yeah, it's something I've read about and fantasized about and when Mike came into our lives I just got this vibe that he was angling for that. I didn't think it could really develop into that."

"Well, let's say, I'm into the idea too," Kevin said. "We just need to be open with each other if this is going to work."

"Kevin, I'm so turned on by the idea of Mike being your bull. Christ, I got so boned when he relegated me to sleeping alone last night. It's crazy."

"So, you OK with me contacting him? Inviting him over?"

"Whenever you want," Paul breathed, feeling the emotional tension in his body.

"Jesus," Kevin sighed. "I didn't expect this when I married you."

Paul felt crushed. "You disappointed?"

"Nah, Babe. It's just one big curveball that's all. I love you so much." He stepped. "Come here, kiss me," he urged and Paul did, feeling such an outpouring of affection for this perfect man. 

"So, three times, huh?" Kevin joked as they broke their kiss. 

Paul laughed, glad the tension was broken between them. He had a feeling things were going to be all right between him and Kev. "Yeah. I even listened outside the door as he fucked you."

Kevin grinned. "I think maybe I need to read up on the cuck scene."

"I can send you some stuff... videos, discussion boards, stories."

"All right," Kevin said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "In the meantime, what's Mike's number?"

"Oh fuck," Paul hissed. He was getting boned again. Quickly he pulled up the contacts on his phone and read off the number. 

Kevin dialed. "Hey Mike? Kevin here.... Doing pretty good....  Listen, I just had a talk with Paul... things are good. Great even.... I was wondering if you could come over next weekend, maybe stay the night again... yeah, Sunday works... awesome... all right, see you next weekend."