The Bull

Mike felt extra horny all week. He'd jerked off the minute he'd gotten home from the city that Sunday, reliving in his mind sex with Kevin and the scene with Paul. 

And the next day he stroked off twice, once in the shower before work and again when he got home, a nice long session capped off by watching one of his favorite videos of Dirk Caber being pounded by a young stud. 

Tuesday night he'd hit the gym for a heavy workout after his shift. He got home and had a late dinner, then watched some baseball on TV. As his mind wondered back to Kevin Connors, yeah, Mike was boning up again. He pulled his prick out form his gym shorts, feeling its steel hardness. The 25 year old knew his endowment was one of his best selling points. Kevin seemed to love his size, even fixate on it. 

Mike spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on his dick, but it was still too much friction. He got up and made his way to the bedroom, where he found his trusty lube. It was a different brand the one that Paul and Kevin used and he considered giving theirs a try next time. He liked the feel, not as slick, it made fucking even hotter, particularly since he'd started doing Kevin raw.

He was picturing that raw daddy ass on his cock right then. "That's it Daddy," he hissed to no one, "Take my fucking dick..." He stroked it faster, feeling the pleasure rise, until heavy ropes of his sperm jetted out. "Fuck!" he growled, then trotted off to the bathroom to rinse off. 

After that, the trooper avoided jerking off. It was a habit Greg and Joe had got him in. It had never occurred to the 19 year old Mike to skip a day of release, unless he absolutely had to. But Joe loved eating out Mike's loads from Greg's fucked hole, and he asked if the young top could hold off a couple of days the next time. 

Mike tried it and it soon became part of his routine, whether Joe got to get felch duty or not. He loved the intensity of the fuck when he was keyed up like that, and it added to his anticipation for their sessions. 

It was probably the first time, too, that he realized topping was just much a mental attitude as a physical sensation. He loved playing up his potency for the older couple. And the more he did the more they encouraged him. Complimenting him, boosting his ego. 

Maybe that's why he went so deep with those guys, Mike reflected. 

He wondered Kevin and Paul were going to be long-term like that. Mike tried not to get his hopes up. Truth be told, everything had been so perfect, so incredibly hot, with those guys up till now. It was a different dynamic than with Greg and Joe, who'd guided Mike through the cuck dynamic. Here Mike was the one bringing Kevin and Paul along. And Mike had enjoyed the hell out of that. Even if things didn't pan out for the future, he'd be happy with the experience.

Or maybe not. Grr, something about those guys made him want more. And he'd been looking for a regular situation for the last couple of years.

****

It had actually been a tough week at work for the trooper, so he was extra glad when Sunday rolled around. He did his normal routine... gym, breakfast, shower and shave. He packed a bag, another bag with the duffel this time. He wanted to stay over again, but more than that he had a surprise for the guys.

Kevin answered the door this time. 

"Hey Mike," he greeted, "looking good... Come on in."

Kevin was looking great himself. Polo shirt and jeans, both of which fit his body perfectly. Mike wasn't sure how much effort it took to keep a body in such perfect shape but Kevin Connors was magazine shoot ready. As he followed his host in, he reached down and cupped his crotch, rearranging the growing dick.

"Hey bud," Paul greeted with a handshake and a hug. Uncharacteristically he was the more informally dressed, just a Princeton T-shirt and mesh shorts. "Just got back from the gym, hope you don't mind," he explained.

"It's all good," Mike said. "Great to see you."

Paul offered him something to drink.

"A water's good, actually," he grinned as he sat down on the couch next to Kevin.

"Hey Daddy," he winked, his arm resting on the couch and legs spread, "good to see you."

Kevin smiled, scooting next to the hunky state trooper. "Good to see you too, man."

Mike leaned in for a soft kiss. "Um... nice."

Paul came in with the water and Mike took it, leaving his free hand on Kevin's shoulder. "How you been guys?" he asked.

"Doing well," Paul replied. "Busy week. Kev's been traveling a lot."

"Yeah?" Mike asked. "Anywhere fun?"

"South Texas," Kevin said. "It was hot as balls."

Mike laughed. 

They made small talk, sensing no urgency to rush things. It was only noon, and they'd set up an earlier time to meet. 

Finally Kevin changed the conversation topic. "So, Mike... Paul and I had a good conversation after last time."

Mike shifted to face the DILF, not interrupting but listening to what he had to say with a poker face.

"... and I guess I've been reading up on this cuck business, catching up with you and Paul. Turns out my husband is a big ol' pervert," he joked. As Paul laughed, Mike did too, glad that these guys were OK with whatever they'd talked about.

"... Paul and I both think it would be really hot if you were my bull."

"Yeah?" Mike smiled, elated. He'd had been playing the alpha with these guys but he didn't realize how much he craved this. 

"Look at him, the guy's like a kid with a new toy at Christmas."

Kevin smiled. "Kind of like you were babe, last week, eating me out after he fucked me."

Paul grinned back, enjoying the playful banter with his husband. They'd seemingly been working on that, being more open about it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Mike growled, "I am so glad you came to that decision."

Kevin nodded, pleased to see the enthusiasm from this younger man. "I got a couple of conditions though."

"Tell me, man," Mike said, taking liberty again to run his fingers along Kevin's shoulder and neck affectionately. "I'm all ears."

"1. No hardcore humiliation stuff. If Paul and I want to work in a little of that play we will, but that's not your job."

Mike nodded. Humiliation had been a big part of Joe's kink but he could live without it. "Deal."

"2. When you're our guest, you get to call the sleeping arrangements, but you gotta respect Paul."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Mike smiled, acknowledging Paul. "What else?"

"3. When I say to put a rubber on you put one on. And if you fuck other guys besides me, let me know. I know you're on PReP but I don't feel like getting any other STDs."

"Promise," Mike said.

Kevin nodded and continued. "The fourth isn't a condition but a request. A favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"On occasion we bring Paul into it. Make it a traditional three way."

Mike looked over. "Paul's a hot guy. I definitely have no problem with that.... Only how occasional are we talking about? I've never met a cuck who wanted to..." He was concerned about the dynamic.

"It's not for him," Kevin clarified, "it's for me."

Mike acknowledged that. "Understood. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets." Then he added. "You still OK with me calling you that?"

"It's growing on me," Kevin winked. "So... we good?"

"We're more than good," Mike growled and leaned forward and met Kevin in a deep kiss, as Paul looked on. 

"Damn," Paul hissed. "You guys are beautiful."

Kevin leaned back. "Babe, I officially got a bull." He patted Mike's burly chest. "A big fucking hung young top."

"Guys you're making me feel like a piece of meat," Mike laughed. 

"Oh yeah," Kevin growled, "that's the fifth condition. You're my hot, hung piece of meat." With that he pounced on the young cop, staddling his lap and making out with him. 

"Oh fuck, Daddy," Mike hissed his approval, kissing along Kevin's neck and massaging the ass through the jeans. "You're so fucking hot." His hands travelled up the man's polo shirt, feeling the chest as they humped and made out.

"You want in me, Mike?" Kevin breathed. 

Mike nodded. "Oh yeah... Only I got a surprise for you first."

"Surprise?" Kevin asked. 

"Yeah. Get off me a sec." Mike's eyes followed Kevin's hot body as the man stood up in front of him. He stood up and met the DILF in a quick kiss. "Wait just a second, guys," he said and grabbed his duffel bag and made it back to the guest room.

Kevin looked at Paul with a quizzical expression. His husband shrugged his shoulders. He then looked at Kevin and asked how he was doing. 

"Really good, babe. It feels right, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Paul replied. "Even watching you kiss."

Kevin sat next to Paul and met him for a kiss. It felt weirdly naughty kissing his own husband after making out with Mike, and the two men moaned as they swapped tongues.

"Love you, Kev," Paul said as they broke and rested their foreheads against one another.

"Love you, too, Babe."

In a few minutes Mike reappeared. Only he was dressed head to toe in his state police uniform. Shirt, trousers, belt, cap and knee-high boots. He strutted into the room, each bootstep heavy.

"Holy fuck," Paul said.

Mike enjoyed this. He always did, seeing other men's reaction to the uniform. He didn't break it out often, but for special occasions, it made the sex even hotter. 

He stepped up to Kevin who looked up, wide eyed and horny. 

"Go ahead, Daddy. Feel me up, if you like."

"I like," Kevin hissed and reached out and touched the material. Poly blend that was slightly rough to the touch. The whole thing seemed very snug on Mike's beefy body and the pants alone clung and stretched along the young man's thick thighs. "It's tight on you."

Mike nodded. "It's my old uniform actually. Probably three years old now." He reached down and unzipped, pulling out his fat cock.

Kevin didn't take it right in. Instead he leaned forward and kissed the thick shaft, which firmed up even more. "Jeeez... this cop dick is so fucking beautiful."

"Worship it, Daddy," Mike hissed patting Kevin's hair softly and guiding the man to his crotch. "Worship your cop bull."

Kevin did, licking and kissing the big cock and feeling it grow harder with each second. 

As the 48 year old hunk took the phallus into his mouth, Mike leaned back, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "Oh yeah." He savored the feel of Kevin's mouth nursing his bone. This was the sixth time hooking up with these guys and even in such a short timeframe he could sense that the man sucking his bone had gotten better at this. The first few times he'd struggled with Mike's size but now he seemed to relish it, taking Mike's dick deeper on each down stroke. Undoubtedly the uniform helped.

Paul looked on in rapt attention. He always loved watching this, watching his husband go down on another man. Particularly as one as studly as Mike. But the state police uniform just amplified it. Paul didn't consider himself to have a uniform fetish, not like Kevin. But the uniform was definitely enhancing Mike's masculine stature, which only fueled Paul's thrill at being cuckolded. 

Mike looked at him, a twinkle in his eye. One that communicated a thousand words. A look that told Paul that Mike knew. Mike might hold back on the full cuckolding treatment, out of respect to Kevin's wishes, but he knew a humiliating phrase could get Paul that much closer to cumming.

That look sent shivers down Paul's body. 

"You can get a closer look," Mike finally said. "Come watch your man suck my dick."

Paul nodded and felt like his dick would burst any minute he was so rigid. He walked over and knelt next to Mike, his face about six inches away from the meaty thigh encased in slate-blue polyester. Just a few inches further, Kevin was doing a bang-up job of sucking that cock. Really going down far on the thick inches, nursing it with suction on each bob. He enjoyed putting on a show for Paul, and his sucking got more intense as Paul watched.

Mike wanted to give an insulting taunt to Paul, but he held back. Still, this threeway connection was super hot. It was what he dreamed of when he first contacted these guys. They had it all. The looks, the personality, the deep connection of their relationship. He had to pull out of Kevin's mouth before he blew too quickly. 

"Stand up, Daddy," he urged, and Kevin did. He saw Mike's face open for a kiss, so Kevin leaned forward and felt the young man's tongue press possessively into his mouth. At times Mike kissed with finesse at times the kisses were all sexual excitement and no skill. Kevin liked both versions. Especially making out with a state trooper in uniform. He took the occasion to run his hand along the shirt fabric, feeling Mike's strong body beneath. He knew he had a thing for cops. What gay guy doesn't? But being with the real deal was an incredible rush, so much hotter than he even could have expected. 

Mike's hands were fumbling with Kevin's jeans, undoing them and pulling them down mid-thigh. All while Paul knelt, inches away. Kevin had gone commando and his sub-6-inch dick pressed like a spike against the uniform pants as Mike's hands gripped the DILF's hot ass and played with the buns, and soon, pried into the crack. 

"I gotta fuck you Daddy," he growled. "Need it so bad."

Kevin nodded, letting out a deep grunt of assent. He pushed his ass back into Mike's hands, which gave a big smile to the young cop's face.

"Oh yeah, man. You bull's gonna bone you good." Their lips met once more, then Mike's hands gripped Kevin's waist and turned him around. 

Paul watched as Mike reached into his uniform shirt pocket and pull out a small packet of lube. He gave a wink as he handed it to the husband. "You do the honors, bud?"

Kevin was smiling as he saw Paul take the packet and open it with his teeth. He had to turn around to see Paul drizzle the liquid onto Mike's fat erect cock, as the cop grinned down. 

"That's good," Mike said and as Paul started to put some on his finger to lube Kevin up, Mike grabbed the packet out of his hand. "Uh unh, you don't touch him. Only I do."

It was an assertive statement that provoked a compliant, "yes," from Paul. Surprisingly it made Kevin turned on, too, particularly when he felt Mike's thick finger apply the lubricant to his hole, teasing the ring with the tip and pushing some of it inside him.

"Gonna skip the foreplay today, Daddy," Mike announced as he stepped up and slapped his huge meat into place. "Hold on."

Kevin wanted to tell him the uniform and make out session had been foreplay enough. And though Mike's penetration was steady, it wasn't rough. Kevin leaned forward, bracing his hands on his thighs, as the cop bored into him. 

"Fuck, man," Mike growled, wrapping his arms around the DILF. "You got the best ass. So hot."

Kevin sighed. This felt great. Nothing to take away from sex with Paul but this was pure sex in all its intensity. A part of him still felt guilty that he enjoyed this big dick boring into him so much, but he looked down and Paul was scrambling underneath to watch the connection. To watch the bull fuck into his husband. That knowledge turned Kevin on and he bucked his ass all the way back down the remaining inches of Mike's dick.

"Oooh yeah, Daddy.... you want that cock, huh?" Mike growled as he felt his bone bury all the way inside. "You like getting fucked by a trooper."

"Hell yes, Officer," Kevin answered excitedly. Paul's eyes veered from looking at the connection point of Mike's dick and Kevin's asshole - over to examine Kevin's face. His husband was definitely excited by the uniform scene.

Mike pumped in and out a few strokes then pulled out gently. He gave a light slap to Kevin's buns. "Lets get Daddy out of these clothes so you can sit on my cock."

"Yes, sir," Kevin hissed, stepping out of his jeans and pulling off his polo. His nipples were erect with excitement, as was his prick, which dripped precum down its length. 

Paul noticed. "Fuck, babe you're leaking." Kevin sometimes leaked pre-sap but never like this. 

"Fuck, I'm so turned on," he muttered, turning around to see Mike sitting on the couch, in full uniform, his eyes barely visible beneath the rim of his campaign cover. From the unzipped crotch of the uniform the powerful cock stood up rigid and slick. 

"Climb on, Daddy," Mike growled and both men hissed as Kevin just did that, wasting no time straddling the trooper's lap and settling back down on the cock. 

"Oh fuck," Kevin grunted, feeling the different angle of penetration. It slowed his descent but not much. The cop looked on excitedly as the man fucked himself back on him. 

Mike gripped Kevin's waist, feeling the warm flesh and gently guided him up and down into a steady rocking motion of a fuck. 

Their faces neared one another and they kissed once more, the motion knocking the trooper's cover back. 

"Oh God man," Kevin hissed, bracing his hands on the policeman's burly chest as he bounced up and down. 

"I thought you'd like this," Mike said, giving little mini thrusts up into the man. 

"Paul, you getting a good view?" he asked.

Paul was and he said as much. He sat, his face just a foot away from Kevin's ass, watching the bare cock violate the hole over and over. 

"Go ahead and lick it, buddy," he said. He looked up at Kevin, wanting to be respectful of his bottom's wishes. "That OK, Daddy?"

"Oh yeah," Kevin replied. He could remember ever being so turned on. It got more intense to as he felt Paul's tongue lap at his hole, right at the spot Mike's cock was pressing in. The sensation just added to the rising pleasure. He wasn't sure how long he could hold off. 

Mike was on a similar wavelength. "Buddy, that's gonna get me off. Right into your husband's ass." He looked into Kevin's eyes, seeing a pre-orgasmic daze in the bottom's face. "You about to come, Daddy?"

Kevin nodded, unable to speak. He was so close to orgasm.

"It's an old uniform, you can shoot all over it," Mike instructed.

That did it, the very idea of cumming all over the trooper. Kevin's head leaned back and he roared with an intesne cum, spurting hot seed all over the young trooper beneath him. At that moment, Mike was cumming, too, deep up inside his guts. 

"Oh fuck, that's what I'm talking about," Mike sighed as he came down from his high slowly. His dick still felt good inside Kevin's hole. "Tell me you loved that, Daddy," he said reaching up to run the back of his hand along Kevin's neck. 

"Oh I loved it all right. That was hot as shit."

Mike smiled. "What do you say we give your husband a present?"

Kevin didn't understand what he was referring to then seemed to. "My used hole?"

Mike laughed. "That, too. Only I'll let him clean my cock off if he wants."

Kevin got a naughty look on his face then raised up off Mike's phallus. 

"Oh fuck, he's doing it, Daddy. Your husband's cleaning me off."

Kevin scrambled off to watch. Sure enough Paul was going to town licking the prick from tip to balls, licking off every trace of cum and lube from the dick. All while frantically beating his dick. It was a trip to see. The submissive position and then his husband's face turning red as he came. 

"Oh fuck," he hissed, his mouth an inch away from Mike's balls as he rode out his orgasm. He finally leaned back, breathing heavily but coming down from the intensity of the sex that just happened.

"You mind getting us a washcloth and a towel, buddy?" Mike asked Paul. Polite but also controlling of the situation.

Paul nodded and stood up, his own prick still rigid and quivering. 

"Damn, I don't think I've seen him that turned on," Kevin observed as he stood up. 

Mike had removed his cover and was slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt. "I could say the same about you, Daddy." He showed where Kevin's cum had soaked through.  "This uniform is definitely going to get more use from now on."

Kevin grinned. Now that sex was over he felt self-conscious about the way he'd fetishized Mike's job but the young man seemed into the admiration. "So... dumb question. I didn't know how to address you just now. Do I call you Officer?"

Mike unbuckled his belt. "My title's Trooper. Trooper First Class to be exact. But civilians often address us as Officer and that's cool."

"All right, Trooper First Class Mike," Kevin winked. "That was just about the hottest sex I've ever had."

Mike pulled off his boot. "My goal is to remove the 'just about' part of that sentence, Daddy."

Kevin blushed. He didn't want to admit that this young man had done just that already. As he watched the trooper remove the second boot, an idea occurred to him. "You know, you keep calling me Daddy, but I don't have a nickname for you."

Mike looked up, grinning. "It's Bull. You can call me Bull." He saw Kevin process the idea. "You think you can get used to that, Daddy?"

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, Bull, I think I can."

Paul returned with damp clothes and dry towels for the other men. "What do you say we grab a bite?"

"Sounds good, Babe," Kevin said, giving his husband a quick peck as he stood up. It was remarkable how much more comfortable he seemed with the sexual dynamic, especially compared to their first time. It showed in his body language.