The Bull

It was the first time in two month that Mike had exile Paul to the guest room, but otherwise it was a normal evening. The state trooper coming into town a little earlier to hang out, a blowjob from Kevin on the living room sofa, right in front of Paul's eager eyes, followed by dinner out. Once they came back, the 26-year old was touchy feeling with the former personal trainer, feeling him up and kissing him along the neck. 

"Ready for me to take care of you, Daddy?" he growled.

Kevin grunted with a gasp. He hadn't gotten off earlier, hoping to channel his libido for the main event. He was rock hard in his jeans now. 

"God, yeah, Bull."

Mike patted the older man's firm shoulders and looked over at Paul. "We're taking the master bedroom, cuck," he growled. "You might as well get your stuff to sleep in the guest room tonight."

Mike McConnell wasn't overly gruff in these commands, but his matter of fact tone was even hotter to Paul. He still couldn't believe how confident the younger man was in his Bull role.

"You gonna give him what I can't?" he asked, the lust rising in his voice. 

"What do you think?" Mike smirked. Then running his hands caressingly over Kevin's chest, he leaned in. "Tell him, Daddy. Am I gonna give you what you need?"

If Mike was naturally confident in running the cuck show, Kevin had to learn it, learn to embrace it. But he was more adept and relaxed at it now. He looked Paul in the eye, turned on by how much his husband was into this. "You know he is babe. His cock is superior to yours, in every way. He knows how to use it better, too."

Paul gulped and his face reddened. "I love you, babe."

Kevin leaned into Mike's hunky frame, letting the state cop hold him possessively. "I love you, too, Paul. I just need this younger man to satisfy me sexually." He twisted his head and kissed Mike, who excitedly moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue forward. 

"Come on, Daddy," the trooper finally growled. "I need some one-on-one time with the hottest guy in the city." 

Their attention was no longer on Paul as they held hands and made their way to the master bedroom. 

Kevin couldn't believe how much Mike McConnell turned him on. It was boasting, a game, sure, to play up the Bull's prowess. But the physical attraction between the two was intense and the sexual chemistry definitely present. After the afternoon and evening around the young stud, Kevin was keyed up for just about anything.

Mike took it slow. Making out, first with their clothes, then slowly stripping each other, kissing a lot in between. And kissing some more as their nude bodies embraced. 

When they first started this cuck situation, Kevin thought Mike McConnell wore too much cologne. Now, that scent was an instant hardon, and both he and Paul loved the way that citrusy-woody smell lingered on the bedsheets or couch, even after Mike had gone.

The smell and feel of the young man was driving Kevin wild now. He humped against the buff man and clung to those meaty lats as they made out. It wasn't a surprise to Kevin when after their rolling around and some swapping oral, Mike ended up on top of him, the cusp-of-beefy muscled raised on his braced forearms as he looked into Kevin's eyes.

"Happy anniversary, Daddy," he hissed, grinding his cock against Kevin's erection. Mike loved every bit of the older, fit man's body, that daddy dick included, perfectly shaped and rigid as a spike against his more vascular phallus. But both men relished the size difference and the way the cop's bigger cock was one reason he was fucking Kevin on a regular basis.

Kevin didn't follow. "Anniversary?"

Mike grinned. "It's one year to the day when I first came over and fucked you," he explained, his chest puffing in pride.

Kevin reached up and felt that pectoral mass, which Mike kept smooth. God, Mike had an incredible bod, just enough realness to add to its porny dimensions. "Fuck," the older guy hissed as the idea sank in. 

"You gonna let me give you your anniversary fuck, Daddy?"

He didn't wait for an answer but was already kissing his way down Kevin's body, savoring the way Kev had a definite middle-aged solidity. He swiped the hairy testicles before lifting those conditioned thighs and leaning into start rimming the man.

"God, Bull...!" Kevin growled. Mike was SO good at this. For all the cuck talk, Kevin's connection with Mike wasn't about putting Paul's sexual ability down, not really. But Kevin had felt frustrated at his husband's lack of interest in rimming. And he was a little upset that Paul only seemed interested in trying once Mike had left a creampie. 

The state trooper was going to make up for every missed rim job Kevin ever craved. That skilled tongue was flitting and prodding into Kevin's relaxing hole.

Mike seemed to know when enough was enough. He lubed up and quickly fingered Kevin to make sure the older man was ready. Then, placing Kevin's legs on his shoulder, he entered his daddy. 

"You're horny, Daddy," he observed. 

"God, yeah, Bull," Kevin hissed, feeling the fullness of that eight inch dong press inward, into his accepting guts. "Need you to fuck me, stud."

"I shouldn't have made you wait, man," Mike said as he took an extra breath to make sure he didn't get too excited. Kevin's need was gonna get him too worked up. And his pride as a Bull was in controlling his sexual response.

"God YES!" Kevin cried. Loud enough for Paul to hear for sure, in the next room. That cop dick had bottomed out, faster than he could remember.

"One year, Daddy," Mike smiled as he started thrusting into Kevin, feeling the simultaneous tightness and readiness of this man's ass.

Kevin's hands clung to that trooper muscle, groping and actually pulling the younger top in toward him.

"I got ya, Daddy," Mike growled, picking up his thrusts, while not breaking eye contact with Kev. Kevin Connors was a great bottom, skilled and horny, but they'd never gone at it this hard before. Mike fucked with full athletic strokes and read Kevin's face for a reaction. "God, you want more, Daddy?"

Kevin was feeling his hole violated by the size of Mike's oversized cock, which made any intensity of fuck doubled in effect. But he was surprised by how he was able to take it. A split second reflection gave him his answer. "Yeah, Mike, I do. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

The horniness his the state trooper deep. He threw his hole body into it. Hard fast shoves that made his heavy prick an in-and-out-blur in Kevin's now opened, receptive hole. At any other time, he'd be making a crack about how they were putting on a show to make Paul jealous. Not now, Mike was unable to think of anything except for the physical sensations in his cock and the excitement of mating with Kevin like this.

"Goddamn, Daddy!" he grunted and Kevin's fingers gripped his sides tighter to encourage him to give it up. "OH FUCK!" his cry announcing the start of his ejaculation. Even with Kevin's earlier blow job this cum felt good and heavy. The kind he'd give when he wanted Paul to eat out his husband's creampie.

As he came to, he saw a big smile on Kevin's face, but also knew the other man hadn't gotten off. "Let me get you there, Daddy," he hissed. Instead of the hard pounding, he eased his cum-slimy dick softly in and out of Kevin. 

"Jesus," Kev grunted. He'd loved the hard fuck, more than he expected, but the gentle fuck now was a perfect stimulation of his prostate. He gripped his boner and started stroking.

"There you, go, babe," Mike encouraged, now talking to Kevin in terms of endearment. 

"Oh fuck Mike..." Kevin's voice was needy, as was his gaze that looked up into his top's eyes. "You're gonna get me to cum." He was SO close.

Mike kept the slow pace but put a little more force in the deep plunges. "That's the point, Daddy. To make you feel good. You deserve it, Kev."

Kevin's face went beet red and he shot, big, matching the size of Mike's load inside him.

"Fucking stud," Mike grinned as he watched Kevin pump it out. "Let it all out, man."

Mike finally pulled out and they embraced, tight, hearts pounding.

***

The state trooper was a little disoriented when he roused the next day. It took him a second to realize he was in Paul and Kevin's bed, alone. Kevin wasn't there, the sheets on his side of the bed pulled down.

It took him another second to realize it had been Paul's knock to wake him up. The husband was there at the bedroom's entrance, dressed in his loungewear. 

"Hey Mike," he greeted. A seriously look on his face but his voice calm. "You should go."

"What?" the highway cop said as he leaned up and wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm serious," Paul asserted. "Something you did or said last night freaked Kevin out."

Kevin couldn't think what that was. But something clearly had happened. Kevin wasn't there, and he knew these guys wouldn't overreact to something. He nodded and even if he still didn't know what the fuck was going on, he started gathering his clothes. 

He felt sheepish as he walked out into the living room. If it hadn't been from his buzz-cut style hair, he would have had that just woken up look. "Want me to talk to him?" he asked Paul, who was standing by the door, ready to show Mike out.

"No," Paul said. "I don't think that's a good idea now."

"OK," Mike said. "Sorry if I caused any problems."

Paul just nodded in acknowledgment, then watched as Mike stepped out.

***

"We should meet."

It was a text from Kevin, not Paul. It had been a tough couple of days for Mike, playing over things in his head. He'd had cucks snap or a couple's jealousy rise up. It had when he first started playing with these guys, but it felt like they'd gotten beyond that. Things felt easy and good with them.

Kevin came out to the suburbs, meeting at a coffee place on the trooper's morning off. Mike had arrived first and his heart beat a little when the DILF walked in. Kevin Connors was one handsome son of a bitch, he knew. 

"Hey," Kevin said. That Midwestern friendliness and a forced smile on his face. "Gonna get a coffee. Want anything?"

Mike held up his cup. "No thanks."

The trooper's eyes were on Kevin as he strutted to the counter. He was wearing jeans and a zip up workout pullover that contoured to his muscle. As Mike admired the older man's physical form, he was still a little upset that he'd done something, anything to mess up this arrangement with Kevin and Paul. He'd had 48 hours or so to go over the evening in his mind and wasn't sure how he'd fucked things up. But he had a shiver of realization that while before he'd compared his bull experiences to Greg and Joe, now he'd be comparing things to Kevin and Paul.

"Hey," Mike said as Kevin pulled up a chair at his table. "Thanks for coming out."

"No problem," Kevin said. "Is it OK to talk here?"

Mike thought and took a quick look around. The table was far enough from others. "We're good... so, what's up?"

"I wanted to apologize. In person. I got freaked out the other night," Kevin started. "I felt overwhelmed."

Mike was going to speak up but he figured he'd let Kevin talk. 

"Something about the one year thing... I realized I'm in love with you, man."

"Jesus," Mike said. Maybe not the smoothest reaction, but Kevin's admission caught him off guard. "I don't know what to say, Kevin," he half apologized.

Kevin looked at him, somewhat calmly, like he'd been rehearsing this speech. "I can't compartmentalize things, not like you do, Mike."

The younger man wondered just how good he was at compartmentalizing. "I swear, Kevin, I wasn't trying to get between you guys."

Kevin replied, "You're not between us, Mike. But it got pretty heavy for me. And I had to tell Paul."

"Shit," Mike hissed. He'd gotten into being a bull because he didn't want the messy complications of a relationship, but this seemed pretty damn messy. "Um, does Paul know you're here?" 

Kevin nodded. "He does. And he trusts me." With an earnest look he asked point blank, "I came here to ask you, face to face, what are you after... you know, with us?"

At that point Mike could read the pain in Kevin's face, behind the outward composure. He felt like a heel. "I don't know what you want me to say, Kevin," he replied. "I wanted a lot of fun."

"I just want an honest answer, to know how you feel," Kevin said. "Seriously."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, I liked the easy going part of it," the younger man added. "If it's gonna be weird with you and Paul, that messes up the whole dynamic."

Kevin gave a playful grin which made Mike feel a little better, even as he pushed back. "You make it sound like I'm the one who messed it up."

Mike took that in. "I guess the anniversary business was pushing the envelope too far. That's on me. Sorry."

"I'm not fragile, man," Kevin said. "It's all good. But I can't do 'just fun'."

Mike gulped. "Yeah, I get it."

Kevin looked into Mike's eyes with a clear sexual interest and maybe more that made Mike's heart pound. "I should probably go now," the older man said. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Absolutely," Mike said, standing up as Kevin got up from the table. A hug felt too familiar, but he held out his hand to shake. "Sorry I messed things up."

"No one messed anything up," Kevin said as he gripped Mike's paw. "It just happened."

Mike dropped his voice to a soft volume. "I'm gonna miss you, Daddy." Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but he had to say it.

"I'm gonna miss you, Bull," Kevin replied. Then with a wink, let go of the trooper's hand and turned to leave.

EPILOGUE

"Mike?" came the voice from behind him. The city's football team were in the playoff and Mike McConnell was in one of the gay spots that branded itself as a sports bar.

A lot happened in two years. Mike's experience with Kevin and Paul had him reexamining himself, wondering if he set himself up to be removed from other people. He'd gravitated toward standing cuck couples because something about it felt safe. Maybe Mike craved safety too much.

He came out to some fellow troopers. It went about as well as he expected. Major cold shoulder from his fellow patrolmen and worse when word got around. Mike applied for a LGBT liason position in the city police force and got the job. It meant starting over - and Mike wasn't sure how he felt about being a city cop - but he needed the change. 

"Paul?" the cop now responded when he saw Paul Stanson there, wearing the team's jersey and showing a buzz on his handsome face. It was a surprise to run into the man again, and a bigger surprise Paul didn't try to punch him out. Instead the man was pulling him into a hug like a long-lost friend.

"How you doing man?" Paul said as he patted Mike's back and then pulled back. "In the city on the prowl?" he winked.

Mike laughed. Jesus, this wasn't the conversation he was expecting. But he had to admit Paul was looking good. He'd put on a little muscle since the last time and had that suave silvery-haired looks now that he was much grayer. 

"Nah, I live in town now," Mike explained. "Got a job with the city PD."

"Yeah?" Paul said. "Good for you, man. Listen, Kevin and I are over at one of the booths with some friends. You should come over and say hello."

"You sure?" Mike asked, caution kicking in.

Paul patted Mike's meaty upper arm. "Absolutely. He'd love to see you."

Mike nodded, not committing, but answered. "I'll see. Great to see you, Paul."

"You too... I gotta get back to them." 

The cop nursed half of his beer while he weighed whether to go over. He stole glances across the bar and could see Kevin from the back. Mike had actually started going on dates, real dates. Always with older men. Maybe not Kevin Connors hot, but plenty DILF-y enough. It had been good, Mike decided, but he missed the raw sexuality of being a bull. "You always act like you're in a porno?" one daddy asked. 

Pornos are hot, Mike though of saying. But it was all trial and error. Hooking up, dating, seeing where the chemistry lay. Mike used to think that being treated as a piece of meat was a defense against committed relationship. But he realized it went deeper. The cop often went for older, successful men. Mike sometimes felt intimidated for not having a college degree or following the conversation topics on a date. Maybe being a rack of cop meat with a big dick was a way to feel in control. Maybe.

And damnit, it turned him on to be the young stud with an older man.

Mike set down his empty bottle and walked over to the booth. The friends were gone and it was just Paul and Kevin. Paul noticed him first and broke into an amused smile. He spoke to Kevin who turned around. 

Any nervousness Mike felt melted when he saw Kevin's smile. The DILF was in his early 50s now, and had more salt in his hair, which he'd grown out and styled lately. He'd somehow added some of his husband's handsomeness to his ex-jocky looks. 

"Hey," Mike greeted as he stepped up to the table.

"Hi Mike," Kevin said. "Paul said he saw you here." Almost instantly, he scooted over in the booth. "Why don't you join us?"

Mike almost suggested taking the other side, next to Paul, but he relented, sliding in next to Kevin.

"Can I get you anything, man?" Paul asked. 

"Yeah, sure. Um, a Coors. Or whatever," the cop said.

"Coming right up," Paul said, sliding out of the seat. "What about you, babe?"

Kevin held up a glass that had an inch of mixed vodka drink left. "Yeah, another, hon. Thanks." Paul went off toward the bar.

Mike had a nervous smile as he asked Kevin, "So... how have you been, Kevin? Doing good?"

"Yeah, doing fine. Work's work, turning 50 sucks," he laughed. "But other than that, I'm doing great." He took a sip of his drink and looked at Mike, who had a little more muscle and a lot more definition. Mike had worn a tight T-shirt that showed off his beef really well. "What about you? Paul says you've moved in to the city?" he prompted.

Mike nodded. He proceeded to catch Mike up. Not with all the changes in his life, but enough. 

Paul returned, drinks in hand. "So... you tell him, babe?"

Mike turned back to Kevin. "Tell me what?"

"Since our time with you, we've opened to cucking, a lot," Kevin explained. 

"We've done with a few bulls," Paul added. "It's been incredible. We have you to thank for it, Mike."

Mike was trying to imagine these guys with another bull. Some dude was gonna think he hit the jackpot for sure. "I'm glad, guys... But I gotta say I'm surprised you went with it.. you know, after what happened."

"We're a little more careful about boundaries now," Kevin said. "But it turns out I'm into the scene as much as Paul is."

"Maybe more," Paul added with a big grin.

"That's cool," I said. 

"What about you?" Paul chimed in. "You been busy turning guys into helpless cucks?"

There was something about the casualness by which he and Kevin were talking about this that chubbed Mike up. He'd missed this verbal dynamic, missed the kink. "Actually, I've been trying the whole dating thing. You know, the traditional kind," he replied.

"Anyone serious?" Kevin asked. 

Mike shook his head. "Fraid not."

"I'm sorry, man," Kevin said. God, there was something about his eyes that drew Mike in. 

"It's OK," the cop shrugged. "If I'm honest with myself, maybe I miss being a bull."

"Damn, buddy," Paul chimed. "Kevin might not want me feeding your ego more, but you're hands down the best bull we ever met."

These guys words were getting to Mike's horny spot. "Yeah? I feel bad for messing it up."

"Dude, and I was so close to being in a throuple." Paul's words were playful, but there was something else to the tone and the look in Paul's eyes.

"No... fuck, what?" Mike asked, turning to Kevin for confirmation. 

Kevin grinned. Under the table he patted Mike's beefy thigh and slid his hand up. "You weren't interested in anything serious, so I didn't pursue anything." 

"Damn," Mike hissed. He didn't know what to make of the revelation. But his dick was getting hard from the talk and the feel of Kevin's touch. It was a 180. Before he'd been the mentor coaching these guys into a cuck relationship. Now he was the one being chased. 

Kevin's next words confirmed it. "Think you can be my bull for old time's sake? Just for fun, Mike... like you want."

The cop gulped. Paul's eyes were on him, watching intensely. He wanted to be cucked by Mike. Maybe it was thanks for introducing Paul to his real self and getting Kevin into it, too. But it felt like more.

Just as Kevin's hand started playing with the erection in his jeans, Mike looked to Paul and asked. "So... you would have let me date your husband?"

Paul grinned, but was clearly getting turned on. "Absolutely. He was in love with you, man. He loves me, but he loves you, too. Still does."

The cop's dick hardened to steeliness now. He reached down and guided Kevin's hand squarely onto it. 

"What if I want more than 'just fun' tonight?" Mike asked Kevin, gulping with nervousness as the situation weighed on all three men.

Kevin's face had a matching anxiety but broke into a hopeful smile. "God, Bull, I'd be so happy. Paul, too."

Mike sighed and felt a weird, almost puppy love sweep over him. "You shouldn't be with a younger Bull, Daddy," he said softly.

"Oh, why not?" Kevin asked, trying to read the younger man's expression. 

"Cause we're not mature enough to know our emotions," he smirked. 

Kevin laughed. "That's OK, Bull. You taught me things. Maybe I can teach you things, too."

"God," the cop sighed. He looked at Paul, who has smirking but in total lust at the moment. "Why don't we go? I gotta fuck your husband, bad."

Paul grunted and nodded.

"Wait," Kevin said. "Let's go to the men's room. I'll suck you off there." God, this was definitely a different Kevin Connors than the one Mike first met.

"You serious?" It felt naughty and exciting, but Mike was a cop, and maybe this wasn't the smartest thing.

"Come on, Bull, it'll be hot. I can't wait till we get home."

Mike let his dick do the thinking. He and Kevin got up, as Paul sat and looked on. 

"My husband's gonna be there while we do it," Kevin growled in Mike's ear. The 27 year old was definitely keyed up for this now. The restroom was set up with private toilet rooms and a common wash area. Kevin found an open door, and ushered Mike in. 

The fit was tight but they closed the door and embraced in a soft kiss. 

"I love you, Daddy," Mike hissed, feeling the excitement of articulating that for the first time. 

"Love you, Bull," came Kevin's response. Already he was undoing Mike's jeans and reaching in for that fat 8-inch hardon. "We don't got a lot of time, but I wanna take care of this."

"Please, Daddy," Mike hissed. And like that Kevin squatted in front of him and started licking his cock. Then took the cop dick into his mouth. 

It was loving but clearly sexual in its pace. Working several inches of Mike's prick to get him off. Mike wasn't aware of how turned on he'd been or how much he'd missed this. But he looked down to his Daddy sucking him, while Paul was back at that booth by himself

Yeah, Paul was part of this too. Mike initially thought Paul Stanson's cuckdom didn't run as deep as with Greg. Now he realized it ran deep in a different way. Allowing Kevin to love Mike. Encouraging it even. 

Mike held Kevin's head and blasted, hard. "Fuck!" he hissed quietly. He felt a little bad he'd used Kevin in such a tawdry way, but Daddy was now kissing his spent cock and tucking it back in.  

"That gonna last you till we get home, Bull?"

There it was. Not even an invitation. Or an expectation. Just a statement of what both men knew what was gonna happen. 

"It damn well better, Daddy. You're the best at it."

They met for another tongue-heavy kiss.

Kevin peeked out first as they opened the door. There were two men waiting, and of course it was obvious what had gone on. One guy shook his head, the other made bitchy comment. Mike was in too good a mood to care.

He followed Kevin back to the booth, where Paul waited, all smiled. "Well?" the husband said.

Kevin placed his arm around Mike's meaty shoulder. "I think I got me a boyfriend, babe."

Paul felt a foot nudge his calf beneath the table. "I guess that would make you my boyfriend, too, Cuck," Mike said with a smile. "Whaddya say?"

"Sounds amazing," Paul replied. "And we've explored a few things since last time, too."

"Is that right, Daddy?" Mike grinned, leaning into Kevin's body, savoring the man's scent and warmth.

"Yeah, a few things," Kevin answered cagily.

"Can't wait to find out, guys," the cop said.

THE END