The Bull

Paul sat and watched Mike eat Kevin out. It was like each week he was giving more of a virtuoso performance in asseating. Sometimes the rim sessions were quick but intense, sometimes Mike took his time, working over Kevin's hole for fifteen, twenty minutes. It was clear the young man loved eating hole and that he loved Kevin Connors' ass. 

Today Kevin was face down on the bed, his perfect ass hiked up as Mike buried his face deep in there. 

"Oh man, Bull, eat my hole. Oh fuck, you're so good at this," Kevin moaned. It had been a surprise to Paul when his husband first started calling Mike Bull. Now, each time he did it turned Paul on. It was Kevin buying into the cuckold dynamic and verbalizing how much a stud Mike was. 

Not that Paul needed a reminder. Trooper McCullough had an amazing sex drive and knew how to fuck. He was somehow both a dominating and considerate top. Looking out for Kevin. Showing Paul's husband how a real man takes care of his needs. 

Fuck, Paul had to let go of his prick to keep from cumming. He had worried this scene would get old. Maybe he had wanted it to, wanted to get the cuck fantasy out of his system. Only each week got hotter. Watching Mike nail Kev. Watching the way he took liberties with his husband, sexual and otherwise.  

"Flip over, Daddy," Mike growled as he pulled back and wiped off his spit-covered chin. "I gotta fuck."

"Oh yeah," Kevin hissed. He didn't consider himself a sub, not truly, but he relished the dominant role Mike could play in the sack. So different than with Paul. 

It helped that Mike had a huge cock. Kevin looked at that hard dick, excited, as Mike slicked it up with lube. The older bottom lifted his legs in invitation, which thrilled the cop. He put his fingers down between Kevin's legs and pushed some lubricant past the pucker, right into the hole.

Kevin gasped at the intrusion. 

"Daddy's hot for it, aren't ya?"

"Yeah, Bull," Kevin replied, pulling his legs apart further as two of Mike's thick fingers now sunk in. "Want your huge cock in me. Bad."

Mike chuckled and twisted another finger in. "How bad, Daddy? How bad you want my dick?"

"Oh, so bad, Bull. Want you to fuck me off. Need you to, Bull."

"Not that shy one anymore are you, Daddy?" Mike too had enjoyed seeing Kevin more open and verbal during sex. 

"No, man. I know what I need."

"Yeah?" Mike was getting really turned on now and his thick tool jerked in steady pulses as he fingered Kev's hole. The extended foreplay was torture for him, too, but he loved the rush of being in control of the sex. Of making Kevin beg. 

"Oh yeah. Need a young guy with a huge cock fucking me good. Giving me what my husband can't."

"Oh fuck!" That was Paul as his dick spurted, hands free. This was only the second time that had happened.

The knowledge turned Mike on even more. "The cuck just came," he growled and placed his dick at Kevin's hole and pressed right in. 

Kevin moaned as Mike leaned down to kiss him possessively while boring in. It had taken a few weeks to take this big cock so easily, but now he was accepting Mike's shaft into him. After the long foreplay the trooper was humping away now, thrusting steadily in and out of Kevin's DILF ass. 

Paul watched Mike in action. The 25 year old had some padding around his belly, not a lot, but there was definitely a thickness there, and an overall beefiness that made his pecs looks even bigger. But from the back Mike McCullough was all muscle. Strong power back that rippled and flared out then curved in until two hard globes of ass muscle jutted out. That ass was flexing now with each thrust. Mike had a real strong ass and Kevin was undoubtedly feeling every bit of that strength now.

"Fuck me Bull. Fuck me while my husband just sits there."

Oh God, Kevin's words were going to get Paul off a second time, and so soon. The older man stroked his rod and felt the spurts of a second load spill out into his hand. 

He was torn. He wanted to continue to watch the mating in front of him. It was just so beautiful and so hot. But Paul knew he couldn't take any more sexual stimulation. He got up and rinsed off then started to leave for the kitchen.

"Everything OK?" Kevin asked as he saw Paul start to leave.

"Yeah, Babe. Just need a break. I'm spent."

Mike grinned. He was heartily fucking Kevin as he looked up at the husband. "I'll be done in a bit buddy. Gotta make sure this guy's good and taken care of." With that he met Kevin in for another kiss.

Paul shook his head, feeling his almost painful erection begging for a break. He stepped out and walked down the hall.

As Mike broke the kiss he looked down in Kevin's eyes. "Glad to have a little you and me time," he said with a wink.

Kevin felt like Mike was pushing boundaries again, but he didn't say anything. The fuck was feeling good, and he didn't want to break the vibe he and Mike had going on.

Mike grinned, thrusting harder into Kevin. "You don't have to tell me Daddy. You like this too. Just you and me. But damn, you really put on a show for Paul. Wore the poor cuck out."

Kevin wanted to tell Mike not to talk like that, but something about his demeanor was turning the bottom on. 

"Oh fuck, man, Daddy's gonna cum?" Mike asked excitedly. 

Kevin nodded. That turned Kevin on, too, the way the big cop acted like an excited kid every time he got Kevin to the finish line. He felt the trooper thrust more vigorously, working that fat prick over his prostate, over and over in a gunfire rapid pace. 

That did the trick. Kevin gripped Mike's strong arms and held tight as his body gave it up. He'd stopped comparing orgasms, but this was as intense as any he'd had. As he rode it out, he could sense Mike's body growing tenser on top of him. Then the younger man came, too, shooting his seed deep inside Kevin. 

The cop looked happy as he'd ever looked looking down into Kevin's eyes and stroking the older man's cheek lovingly. "God that was amazing. You OK, Daddy?" He gone a little rough at the end, rougher than he had with Kevin before and wanted to check.

"Oh yeah," Kevin smiled, his mind flushed with sex endorphins. 

Mike smiled and dismounted the DILF, his younger thicker body damp with sweat from the exertion and his prick still half erect as he lay on the bed next to Kevin. He looked over and ran his fingers along Kevin's equally sweaty chest. "Sorry if I went a little too far just now. Got carried up in the moment." Contrite Mike was back.

"It's cool," Kevin said. "I could have told you to stop. But you sure like pushing the envelope don't you?"

Mike gave a shy grin and shrugged. "It's what bulls do. But you come first Daddy. I'm serious. I'm gonna respect your wishes, you know that."

Kevin wished he could be convinced of that. But he liked the deference Mike showed him in moments like this. "You want to shower up?" he asked. "I think I need to lie here a minute to recover first."

Mike would have loved to shower with Kevin but he sensed the married man wanted his space now, so he agreed. He took a quick rinse off then slipped on some briefs as Kevin got up for his turn.

Mike found Paul in the kitchen. He'd showered and dressed again, probably in the guest bathroom. It was weird to see this pervy cuckold now back to his normal respectable professional-on-the-weekend attire. 

"Hey buddy," Mike greeted. 

"Hey, that didn't take as long as I thought it would," he teased the cop playfully. 

Mike sauntered up to the counter. "Yeah, we were kind of worked up. Kevin's still in the shower. Say, you got a beer?"

"Two coming right up," Paul smiled, pulling out one for himself as well. 

The two toasted. Mike looked at the 50 year old. Well preserved, almost distinguished in appearance. Paul and Kevin definitely came from a different world than the trooper, but Paul especially. He was the sort of guy he'd normally have his deferential "yes, sir," attitude toward if he ran into him in the community. Maybe that knowledge was part of the appeal of cucking him, he thought. 

"So thanks, buddy, for being such a cool guy."

That caught Paul off guard. He'd just seen alpha Mike and now this. "What do you mean?" 

"You know, sharing your husband, letting me help you all explore the cuck thing. I'm loving it."

"I'm loving it, too," Paul admitted. "A lot."

Mike grinned. He had such an easy going manner, it put Paul at ease. "Anything you wishing we'd do? Other than me nailing your man?"

"Fuck, it's all great," Paul said. "I've been hoping Kevin tries out some humiliating talk, but he's gotta be comfortable with that." He looked at Mike who was listening with attention. "Fuck!" he said.

"What?" Mike asked.

"I'm standing here talking to the guy who just fucked my husband and telling him I want to be humiliated. That's some kind of fucked up."

"Hell buddy, it's not messed up," Mike smiled reassuringly. "It's hot. Don't let anyone ever make you feel like you're messed up for wanting this." Mike spoke so directly, so earnestly that it sent goosebumps along Paul's flesh.  "I'm serious, bud. Like I said, you're a cool guy."

Paul blushed. "Thanks," he stammered.

Just then Kevin came in. "I see you started without me," he smiled. He was wearing some workout shorts and looked like a million bucks, his fit body looking particularly taut from his morning workout. 

Paul went to grab a beer, as Mike stepped toward Kevin and put his arm affectionately around the older man's shoulder. It was one of his casually assertive gestures, and Kevin wasn't sure how he felt about the action, but Paul's eyes lit up as he turned back and saw it.

***

Kevin really enjoyed the weekend get togethers with Mike. The trooper even came over a second time, in the middle of the week, when he'd traded his shift with another trooper. The sex was scorching hot, as Mike explored giving Kevin extended rim jobs, or Kevin worked on edging Mike orally. They'd have marathon sessions that allowed Paul to cum two or three times. Or they'd have a quickie fuck that was every bit as hot, and Mike would instruct Paul to felch out the freshly deposited load from Kevin's hole. 

Paul felt like he was on cloud nine. He'd had fantasies about this, but this threeway situation with Mike the Bull was surpassing his dreams. The more he got into this cucking.... the more all three men explored the dynamic, the more his fantasies went wild. He'd thought watching his husband get fucked by another dude would take the edge off his desires, but it just seemed to feed them instead.

But he noticed that he and Kevin were having sex less on their own, during the week. 

Kevin had noticed, too. "Babe," Kevin started one night as they sat watching TV, "What do you think of taking a break from Mike for a while?"

Paul looked over, both relieved and concerned. "OK. Anything wrong?"

Kevin nodded thoughtfully. "I love the scene, and I know it turns you on like crazy.... It's just... I don't want us to lose sight of us, you know?"

"Yeah, Kev, I do." Paul scooted closer to his husband and put his arm around his shoulder. They met in a soft kiss. Then another. Soon they were making out hot and heavy on the couch, feeding off each other's libido. Shirts came off, then pants. 

"I want you to fuck me, Kevin," Paul gasped. It had been a long time since he'd bottomed for his man, and he was in the mood to turn the tables.

Kevin nodded. Topping didn't excite him as much as bottoming but he loved when Paul got in a horny mood like this and was happy to oblige. They made their way to the bedroom and got onto the bed, where they writhed against one another naked and excited, until Kevin slicked up his dick and Paul straddled his waist. Without ceremony, Kevin pushed up into his husband's eager hole.

"Oh fuck," Paul growled, "That's it, Kev. Fuck me, man."

Kevin grinned and pushed up all the way in. And again. Paul rode him like that for a while, then they rolled over so Kevin could get on top. The fuck got faster and harder till Paul's nuts seized and cum shot out all over his hairy chest, just before Kevin unloaded inside him.

The two kissed, still feeding off the excitement of the sex. 

"Love you babe," Kevin said.

"Love you too, Kevin. So much."

***

Kevin was the one to break the news to Mike. No, they weren't calling things off, but they just needed a little time as a couple. Mike said he understood, and he did. The worst thing that could happen in a cucking set up was for the couple to have any doubts. He wanted Kevin and Paul solid, at least in their relationship. If he had to step away for a bit, so be it. There was a chance he wouldn't hear from these guys again, he thought, but he hoped things would pick up again.

Surprisingly, the state trooper relished his newfound free time on the weekends. He put forth the extra energy in working out, including running, which wasn't his favorite exercise. He reconnected with a couple of buddies he'd had to blow off for plans before. 

The main downside was his horny state. Without a reason to hold off on release during the week, he found himself jacking off twice a day, at least. Imagining Kevin Connors' ass or Paul Stanson's salt-and pepper hair as he out a thick cop load from his husband's hole. He played in his head the kind of degrading things Greg and Joe got off on. Paul and Kevin weren't into that, and maybe that was a healthy thing. He wanted these guys to stay together unlike the other two, and maybe their protectiveness, even in the cucking, was what made it work.

It was the third weekend without fucking Kevin and Mike was tempted to find a hookup online. But he'd remembered his promise to Kevin to stay clean and be open about fucking other men. He didn't want to mess up the dynamic he had going on with his fuckee.

It was a message from Kevin that kept him going. Friday as he was getting off shift. "Hope you're doing well, Bull," was all it read. 

Mike smiled. He wasn't sure if Kevin was fishing for a meetup, telling him things were back on. But he didn't want to push it, either. He thought of a suitable reply. "All right, Daddy. Doing as well as a horny Bull can be." A hint that things could be going better, if he was back fucking Kevin.

He got a smiley face reply. Then "I'll be in touch, man. Take care."

He thought maybe the tease would frustrate him all weekend. Instead it lifted his spirits.

***

It was a Saturday afternoon and Paul was fucking Kevin missionary on their bed. Not hard, not slow. The two men were taking their time but enjoying the sex. 

"You like that, Kev?" Paul growled as he thrust in and elicited a groan from his incredibly handsome husband. "Like your man's dick railing you?"

Kevin nodded. "I do babe. Love you dick. Only... it doesn't go as deep as Mike's does."

A lump formed in Paul's throat. He hadn't expected that. The last month had been about him and Kev reconnecting. No cucking, no sex talk along those lines even. The surprise reintroduction turned Paul on like crazy. "Yeah, Kev, you miss his cock?"

Kevin sighed, excited, from the fuck and from the knowledge that Paul wanted this too. It had been on his mind the last couple of weeks. He'd tried to put it out of his head, but the fantasies kept coming back. He'd even started reading the stories that Paul had sent him, and sought out more.

"I do. Big cop cock. Knows how to satisfy me."

"Oh god," Paul groaned, thrusting hard into Kevin now.

"Keep fucking harder, Babe. You know you can't hit the spot he does, no matter how hard you fuck me."

"Jesus, Kevin," Paul cried in a tone that said he was frustrated, only that this was turning him on.

Kevin kept at it. "You know he's more of a man than you, don't ya?"

Paul nodded. He was THIS close to coming yet somehow orgasm was just out of reach. 

"I'm gonna invite him over to fuck me good. Show you how a real stud fucks."

"Please," Paul gasped.

Kevin was taking a chance, but he went further. "He's gonna show you how worthless you are, you and your small dick."

Paul's body seized up and he came hard into Kevin, his face red and muscles tense. His dick was sore he came so hard.

Kevin stroked off to his own finish, just seconds behind. 

He thought there'd be lingering guilt as they uncoupled but instead Paul looked on gratefully, a smile washing over his face. "Oh God thank you for that Kevin. That was amazing."

Kevin smirked, feeling strangely powerful over his own husband. 

After they'd cleaned up, Kevin found his phone and texted Mike.

***

Mike had other plans that weekend but the following Sunday afternoon he showed up with his duffel bag and dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, with a baseball cap. He'd not jerked off in six days and his prick was crowbar hard in his crotch.

Paul answered the door. "Hi man. Long time, no see," he greeted, pulling the muscular trooper into a quick hug then ushering him inside. 

"I know man," Mike said, sauntering in. He was so horny and being back at the Stanson-Connors residence had him keyed up in anticipating sex. "Hope you guys have been good."

"Oh, yeah, we have. Glad to have you back, though."

"Fuck, I'm glad to be back."

Paul smiled. He knew how much he was into this threeway scenario, and how much Kevin had been getting into it. But seeing this bull himself excited was a nice part of it. It was a strange kind of vulnerability on Mike's part. 

Kevin's eyes widened as he saw Mike enter the living room. It had been so long, over a month, and the young cop looked hotter than ever. Like he'd put on some more muscle or at least toned up his existing bulk. He looked both big and trim. Even the way he sauntered into the room was hot to watch.

"Hey Daddy," Mike winked and greeted the 48 year old DILF, who was freshly showered and dressed casually in T-shirts and shorts. 

"Hi Bull," Kevin smirked, feeling his heart pound. He looked over at Paul, a little embarrassed by how visibly excited he was to have Mike McCullough back in their home. Fucking him, doing whatever he had planned for Kevin that weekend. They'd invited Mike to stay over two nights, if he wanted. 

Only Paul looked on with a smile, looking between his husband and the bull. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I see."

"And the dick harder," Mike said, his gaze not wavering from looking Kevin Connors in the eye. He spoke more softly, as if he were addressing Kevin alone, though Paul could hear just as well. "How you been Daddy? Your husband been taking care of ya?"

Kevin nodded, excitement forming a lump in his throat. "Yeah, Bull. Not as good as you, though."

Mike lips curled into a sneer of a smile. "He doesn't have what I got, Daddy. You know that."

Paul looked on, feeling trapped and excited at the same time. He and Kevin had played with some humiliation talk the last week, but he knew his husband was hesitant to go there with Mike. But he and Kev had talked about going there for real this weekend. He wondered how far they'd venture this time.

"I knew the first time you pushed that cock of yours in me, Bull. I knew I had a superior man in charge."

Paul gulped. Each sting of the words turned him on. But he held off touching his crotch. 

Mike was pleasantly surprised at the turn of events. That Kevin had embraced the humiliation talk and was running with it, full on. The trooper unzipped, slowly, making a show of it. He reached in and pulled out his erection. Long, fat, throbbing. It was fully engorged and dripping sap from the head. Mission accomplished, he looked back up at Kevin. "This what you missed, Daddy?"

"Yes sir," Kevin nodded his head. He wasn't sure whether to go further. But he did. "Only it's more than your cock. It's you. All of you." The older man was turned on like crazy as he stood there, erect in his shorts but standing in a deferential pose. "You're younger, got more muscle, got more confidence. You know how to fuck better than Paul, too." He blushed as he said the last part particularly.

Paul moaned. He tried to stay silent and let this scene play out but he couldn't help himself. He felt dizzy from horniness.

Mike grinned and cocked his head toward Paul, still looking at Kevin. "The cuck likes it."

"My husband likes being reminded how worthless he is." Kevin smiled now, happy to be taken into this deeper level of cuckoldry with Mike. "I can't believe I waited over a month for this," he breathed.

"You missed me, Daddy?"

"Fuck yeah." Kevin finally stepped up, slowly, till he was close to Mike. Then reached out, touching not that large phallus but the man's strong chest. "Big strapping young cop... you know how to take care of another man's needs, too."

Mike smirked. "What do you need, Daddy?"

"I need a real man, Bull." 

Their mouths met for their first kiss of the day. Heavy, tongue-forward. 

"Mmm... Daddy's hungry," Mike growled. His hands possessively gripped Kevin's DILF ass, needing it. 

"So hungry, Bull," Kevin said in a deep low voice. "I need you to fuck me good."

Paul swallowed, feeling the lump of excitement forming in his throat. He wasn't sure if it was the month absence but the intensity of the two men in front of him seemed deeper than befre. 

"I'll fuck you right here on the living room floor, Daddy. Fuck you while your worthless husband looks on." Mike was rapidly crossing the line in to taking on the humiliation talk, but Kevin didn't balk in the least.

"Please. You stole me out from under his nose, you get my ass wherever you want."

"Fuck," Mike growled, uncharacteristically feeling out of control in his lust. He turned to Paul. "Go get the lube, cuck," he ordered. Already he was undoing Kevin's shorts and reaching in to feel the bare buns. Damn, he'd missed this perfect daddy ass all right. 

Paul wasted no time fetching the lube out of the bedroom. He wondered if he and Kevin would have to stock a tube in each room of their place, to satisfy Mike's desire to fuck Kevin. The idea excited him. 

When he got back to the living room, Kevin was already nude and on all fours on the floor. Mike crouched behind and was munching his butt excitedly.

"That's it Bull, get that tongue in there. Please. So good." Kevin looked up and saw Paul standing there, lubricant in hand. Clearly horny, looking down at the couple. Kevin got a smirk on his face. "You know this is why he took your place right?"

Paul felt a rush of excitement. Each wave seemed to be worse than the other, and he felt his prick drip in his shorts. 

Kevin continued. "He knows how to treat my ass. He knows how to take care of me, babe. You never could."

It was sex talk but it stung Paul. Stung and turned him the fuck on. "Jesus, Kevin."

Kevin was getting into the zone now, feeling the feedback loop between the sensations of Mike's expert rim job, the emotional dynamic between him and Paul, and the cuckold fantasies, the stories he'd been reading and sharing with Paul. It's what pushed him to go further.

"You get off being cucked, Paul. Hell, you'd be happy if I cut you off. I got a Bull to satisfy me now, so I don't need your dick any more."

Mike pulled back. He almost didn't want to pull his attention from this perfect ass in front of him, Kevin's crack all soaked in his spit so the soft hairs matted down, almost in a pattern around the man's pucker. 

But this turn of dynamic between the married couple surprised him. Surprised and excited him. He leaned back looked up at Paul, who was meekly standing, erect in his shorts, nodding. 

"Yes," he said to Kevin softly, then looked at Mike, almost embarrassed and shell shocked. 

Mike felt a surge of confidence rush through him. He undid the buttons in his shirt, revealing his large, built chest and an abdomen tauter than a month ago. "Cuck," he spat out derisively. "Come here and lube my cock up. It's about all you're good for."

The trooper's large prick was already jutting out, heavy, firm and dripping like crazy. Mike undid his jeans and pushed them down mid thigh as he watched Paul carefully dribble the lubricant on his stalk. 

Paul had a close view now as Mike pressed that massive dick down and wedged it right into Kevin's pucker. 

"Aw yeah!" Kevin growled, his voice deep and sexual. "Get in there. Get that cock in me Bull."

Mike pushed further in, slow and steady, relishing the tightness but surprised how easily Kevin's hole was submitting. He knew the bottom daddy was worked up like crazy. This was going to be an intense fuck, all right.

Kevin braced his upper body with his strong arms and hiked his ass back on the final inch of the top's dick. "Missed that ass, officer?"

Mike gripped Kevin's hips and held still, breathing to keep his orgasm from coming too quickly. "Hell yeah, Daddy. I did."

Kevin was feeling good. Real good. Not on the edge of cumming like Mike but he was keyed up for a weekend of hot sex. He just hoped he could keep up with this young buck's stamina. He felt the first real thrust, hard and deep, into his guts. Mike McCullough was definitely turned on, maybe like never before. 

"Fuck me, Bull. Get back into your property." A couple of more thrusts came, faster, more instent. 

Paul looked on, wide-eyed, as his prick leaked into his shorts, soaking a wet hole in the fabric. He'd never seen Mike lose control, but here the 25 year old stud was fucking like a teen losing his virginity. Humping wildly, Covering over Kevin's back as he rutted faster and faster.

For a minute Paul was concerned about Kevin, whether he could take the assault from such a large dick. But his husband was braced for the fuck, stoic almost. 

"This fuck's all about you, Bull," he urged. "Get that nut in me. A month's too long."

It had been too long and Mike's self-denial was erasing any control or lasting power he might have. He felt his balls give up heavy spurts, in succession, inside Kevin Connors. Inside his perfect Daddy. It was one of the best orgasms of the young trooper's life, and he rode it out, holding on to Kevin's body as he orgasmed. 

"Fuck," he hissed after the final aftershocks, kissing Kevin's neck softly, then raising up and easing out of that snug hole.

He looked at Paul. "Clean me up, cuck," he instructed and Paul swooped down, licking and sucking his still firm cock. Mike looked down in satisfaction at the sight. The well-groomed businessman sucking his dick of every drop of cum while he jerked off to completion. 

Assertively he pushed Paul off his dick. "Enough of that, cuck. Time for me to fuck your husband again."

Kevin was kneeling now and met Mike in a hot kiss. He was horny, not having gotten off, and hoped Mike had another round in him right now. 

He needn't have worried. "Time to take care of Daddy's needs," the cop said, both lusty and affectionately. 

"Please," Kevin said feeling Mike's firm body press against his. 

"Stand up," Mike asked and as he got up, he removed his jeans and shirt. 

Horny, Kevin reached back and felt in his crack. It was slick with Mike's cum and he wondered just how much the bull had shot in him. And how much more was left today and this weekend. 

"To the bedroom, Daddy," Mike smiled. "The cuck can stay out here and listen to us fuck."

Paul nodded, unbelievably turned on, as he sat down and removed his shorts, already stroking his bone for round two....

It was an hour later when Mike the Cop and Kevin opened the master bedroom door and walked out. Both nude, neither man had showered and were covered with sex and lube and cum from their coupling. Both had big relaxed smiles on their faces.

Paul was spent, throughly spent, from jerking off. It seemed to be his new state around his husband the bull. 

"Hey Babe," Kevin said casually as he walked up and kissed Paul, more than a gingerly peck, a real loving husband's kiss. "You enjoy that?"

Paul nodded. He did, a lot. Though now he wondered if Kevin was enjoying this even more.