First of two story choices: The bull (Patreon)

Hopefully you saw my previous post, if not here's the tldr: I'm going to post the first part of two different stories, then run a poll to find out which I should work on first. So here's the first of the two, this one's told from the perspective of the bull. Hope you enjoy it!

People are always asking me about how I got to where I am. They want to know how a guy my age got to be this successful: whether I came from money, or whether I’m some kind of rags-to-riches bootstraps capitalist success story.

And I guess I am a capitalist success story — not in the sense that hard work and perseverance paid off, because we all know that’s bullshit. But because I was born with some assets, and I used them to get what I wanted. And because I’m in demand. And when you’re in demand, you can demand whatever the fuck you like in return.

Okay, you want more of an explanation than that. So I’ll start at the beginning. At Glory Cove.

It’s this high-end resort, about three hours out of the city, in the middle of nowhere. I worked there for the summer, two summers in a row. The first time was because I needed a job over the summer break, and it seemed like it would be cool to work at some swanky resort for rich people, chilling in the sun all day. The second time, I went back because not only was the place a fucking paradise, but because I’d never got laid as much in my life, I swear.

I mean, in the city you can get on an app and find a guy in five minutes, or pick up in a bar or something. Compared to that you’d think out in the middle of nowhere it would be kind of dry. But no way. This resort was full of moneyed gays looking to blow off some steam. It was high-end alcohol, high-end drugs, and some wild fucking debauchery.

And I’d get every guy I want, no question. I mean, I always have. I don’t even need to try, guys are practically tripping over themselves for a piece of this ass. Back at uni, in the city, I could basically pick up with a few glances. But here it was another level. The older guys, the kind who are trying to escape from their high-stress jobs, they see my body and they’re instantly obsessed. Which is cool, because I’m more into a daddy than a twink. I see that look in their eyes and I know they’re one-hundred-percent at my mercy.

Especially when I’m on pool duty.

That’s where I first saw this couple. Cooper and Kyle, their names were. I learned that later. I knew I had them from the moment they looked at me. They both checked me out immediately, it was obvious as hell. But each of them communicated something different with their gaze. Kyle, the pasty-skinned, kind of shapeless one, he looked at me kind of sneakily, like he knew he wasn’t worthy to take it in. He had this book that he was pretending to read, but I kept catching him sneaking looks at me, and whenever I’d clock him his eyes would quickly dart back to the page. He had this kind of jealous hunger in his eyes too, the way you look at something when you want it but you know you’re never going to get it. He was right, too, I wasn’t going to let him near me. He knew he was a three — at best — and I was a ten.

Cooper though, he was hot. Total daddy vibes. Muscly arms, big pecs. Obviously worked out. Had this thick patch of hair on his chest, mostly dark but with a few flecks of grey, just like on his head and his jaw. Exactly my type. The way he looked at me I knew he wanted it. The way his gaze lingered, he was not only taking it all in, but he obviously wanted me to know he was interested.

He was hours away from getting to fuck me, he just didn’t know it yet. I wondered whether I was going to have to convince him to cheat on his man in secret, or whether they were open. My guess was that they were open, because Kyle definitely wasn’t offering enough to keep that man pinned down. Either way it didn’t bother me. It’s easier if they’re open. But still, it is pretty hot when you get them to cheat. The way they give in so easy, it only takes me a minute or two with them and they’re breaking their wedding vows for a chance to put my dick in their mouth.

I wondered how long it would take this guy.

Cooper, the hot one, got up at one point and dived into the pool. He tried to make it look like it was this casual, spur-of-the-moment decision, but the way he moved his body — measured, purposefully elegant, I guess is how I’d describe it — it was clear as flawless diamond that he wanted to attract my attention. He swam a couple of laps, perfect technique, burly biceps and thick thighs propelling him forward in the water.

He dived under, then surfaced a couple more times. Then did a couple more laps, before spending a minute or two floating on his back staring up at the sky. I saw him shoot a glance or two my way too, and I looked back, making sure he noticed.

Then he climbed out of the pool. At the end closest from me, and further from his husband, so he’d have to pass by me to get back to his sun-lounger. The way his shorts hugged his bulge I could see he was packing, and that settled it: I was going to make sure I got some of that dick before this guy left.

He walked along the edge of the pool, taking long, slow strides as the water dripped off him. As he neared me he looked my way, and with a slight upward flick of his chin and arching of his eyebrows he said, “Hey.” He made it sound casual enough that it could be brushed off as just politely acknowledging the help. But his lingering gaze communicated much more than that.

“Hey,” I said back, in the same casual tone he’d used. “Nice form.”

He half-grinned at the thinly veiled innuendo. “Thanks.” He kept walking, and sat down next to his husband.

We didn’t talk again for the rest of the time they were by the pool. But we didn’t need to. He kept looking over at me, and each time I caught him I’d look straight back and match his stare till we were practically eye-fucking each other. We were definitely going to be fucking later, no doubt about it at this stage. I wasn’t going to chase him though, he was going to have to come to me.

Every now and then his husband would look over at me with that same jealous admiration. He’d see me staring at his husband, not bothering to try hide it. He kept glancing at his husband too, catching him looking back at me. He knew what was happening; I didn’t care.

The guy looked like he was feeling threatened. He was right to be.

The two of them left eventually, each shooting a glance over his shoulder at me as the two of them walked away. They were obsessed. Of course they were.

It was about nine-thirty when I saw Cooper again. I was in the pool; that was always my favourite time to swim, when it’s dark and cool and the sky’s full of stars. There’s something about the darkness and the solitude that makes it seem more illicit, more decadent, sexier somehow. I do laps to tire myself out — unless I’ve got someone else to tire me out by that point in the evening — and then I just lay back in the water and look up at the stars.

I didn’t see him arrive, but I saw him by the edge of the pool laying his towel down on a chair. I didn’t stop swimming, but I kept an eye on him as I did. I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt — I liked the way the muscles on his torso flexed as he pulled it off over his head. Then he dropped his shorts. Earlier with his husband he’d been wearing swimming shorts, like mid-length ones that showed off a bit of his muscular thighs but were long enough to still be pretty modest. But now he was wearing just a speedo, the heft of his balls and cock perfectly cradled by the minimal amount of fabric.

He dived into the water, and his body glided across the pool under the water towards me. He emerged about two or three metres away from me, shaking droplets of water out of his hair and wiping the water from his face.

“Hey,” he said, looking at me.

“Hey yourself,” I replied.

“Nice night for a swim.”

“Sure is.” I wondered if it was just coincidence he was here, or if he’d seen me from his window. “Best time for it, when you’ve got the place to yourself. When no one’s around to see what you get up to.” I paused. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Husband,” he corrected me. “I left him in our room. He’s not much of a swimmer.”

“That’s a shame for him, missing out.”

He shrugged. “I don’t think he minds. And it works okay for me.”

“Yeah?” I said, moving a little closer to him in the water. “Why’s that?”

“Means nothing’s stopping me from doing some of the things I’d like to do.” He matched me, moving closer by the same distance that I just had.

“What kind of things?” I asked, inching closer.

“These kinds of things.” He closed the last remaining gap till he was right there. I felt his hand on my skin right where my ass met the small of my back, and he pulled me in so we were pressed up against each other. I could feel the bulge of his cock against my own, and his breath against my neck for an instant just before his lips touched the skin. As his lips travelled up my neck, down my jawline, I wrapped my arms around his neck. And we kissed.

I broke away, pushed backwards towards the edge of the pool, and beckoned for him to follow. I reached the edge at the same time he did, and he backed me up against the tiles and kissed me again. His fingers reached under the waistband of my speedo and slid down my ass-crack. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hardening cock against my balls as he held me against the tile wall, my ass spreading wider to let his fingers find my hole. When he found it he slipped a single digit in, while two more fingers rested against the outside of my hole, putting pressure on it. I was basically riding his hand, clinging onto him like a koala climbing a tree while he made me writhe on his hand, like a puppeteer with a sock-puppet.

“Turn around,” he said. I unwrapped my legs from around him, planted them back on the floor of the pool, and turned around. He wrapped a strong arm around my neck, stretching me backwards towards him and arching my back, and he pulled my speedo down a little further so he could get his fingers deeper into my hole. Pinned between the tiled wall and his body, his fingers fucking me slowly and his lips kissing my wet shoulders, I let him do whatever he wanted to me.

“Get out of the water,” he told me. I obeyed. When I was half way, ass out of the water, he said, “Stop there.” He pulled down my briefs some more, and buried his face in my ass.

I let my body sprawl out over the concrete, my legs still dangling in the water, as he ate my hole. His tongue was strong and thick and just the right amount of pressure to drive me fucking wild. I was so hard, so fucking horny. I was in heaven but I wanted him to stop licking and start fucking me so badly that I almost couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned.

Cooper climbed out of the pool. “Not here,” he said. “Should we go to your room?”

I got up off the concrete, kissed his dripping chest. “I’d rather go back to your room,” I told him. “Unless you don’t want your husband to know.”

We could have easily gone back to my room, in fact it was probably not even as far to walk. But I’d rather go to his. Partly because I’d rather fuck in a luxurious hotel suite than my own perfectly adequate but pretty plan staff accommodation. And partly because I wanted to see what he was willing to ask of his husband just for the chance to fuck me.

He paused for a second, seeming to think about it. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “He’ll be all good.”

“Let’s go then.”

We dried ourselves and he led the way.

We got to his room and he let me in. The place was big, bigger and nicer than the staff accommodation I was in. It was one of the most expensive multi-room suites; I was pretty familiar with them by this stage. Directly in the door was a living area with a couple of couches, a desk, dining table and kitchenette. A big set of sliding doors separated the living area from the big bedroom, minimally decorated and with a huge bed.

Cooper’s husband was lying on the bed reading a book. He looked up when we entered, and when he saw me he put down his book and looked at Cooper.

“Wait here,” Cooper told me. I took a seat as he stepped into the bedroom and pulled the sliding doors shut behind him.

I heard low voices, trying to keep quiet enough so I wouldn’t hear. Then, after a minute, the sliding doors opened and Cooper emerged from the bedroom with his husband following. The husband was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts — deeply unsexy — and still carrying the book that he’d been reading.

“Hey,” the guy said to me.

The way he said it, kind of mumbly, not meeting my in the eyes, I knew he didn’t want a whole conversation. So I looked right through him, said, “Hey,” in the most bored voice I could muster.

Cooper gestured for me to follow him into the bedroom. I stepped inside and he slid the doors shut behind us, leaving his husband on the other side. As the doors slid shut I stood behind Cooper and have goodbye to his husband, just to rub it in a little.

As soon as we were alone Cooper threw me down on the bed and started eating my ass again. As soon as he had it wet and slick and loose he grabbed some lube from the bedside table, slathered his cock in it, and shoved it deep inside me.

Fuck, I love raw daddy cock. I backed up on it for like an hour at least, down on all fours getting the shit fucked out of me. At one point he threw me a bottle of poppers and I took a huff, letting the waves of euphoria wash over me while he gave me a fucking pounding. I must have caused noise complaints because I was moaning like a little slut, yelping every time he shoved that fat cock all the way up to my sphincter, and begging for his cock. By the time he finally came in my ass I’d already cum three times myself — once jerking my cock and two other times hands free just from the way his cock felt ramming against my prostate. When we were done the room fucking stank of sex and the sheets were a damp mix of sweat and cum. I collapsed on the bed, and Cooper collapsed next to me.

“Holy shit that was good,” I gasped. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

We lay there for a while, both too exhausted to move and enjoying it too much to want to leave anyway. Cooper gently stroked my skin, the gentle post-orgasm touch sending shivers up and down my whole body. We kissed a little, and I nestled my head into his chest.

I don’t even remember falling asleep. But when I woke up it was already morning, albeit not long after dawn. I was still nestled up against Cooper, who was still sleeping soundly.

I got up, pissed, and put on my speedo — the only clothes I had with me — and opened the sliding door into the living area.

Cooper’s husband was asleep on the couch, and he stirred a little at the sound of the door rollers. I laughed quietly to myself; I’d forgotten the guy even existed. I wondered if he was pissed getting evicted from his expensive hotel bed to sleep on the couch while his husband got some younger and hotter ass. I almost felt bad for him. Almost, but not quite.

I quietly opened the door and stepped outside, leaving the poor guy to keep sleeping.