My first bull (true story) - epilogue (Patreon)

About a year to eighteen months after our encounter with our first bull, he came back a second time. He was in town for work for a few days, and messaged me out of the blue to get my boyfriend's contact details.

My boyfriend was dead keen. In fact, the bull showed me the screenshot of my boyfriend telling him, "I haven't been fucked properly in ages, and I reckon you're the man for the job."

They chatted a lot, and this time in the lead-up to the visit they talked about getting some alone time, without me around making things weird. They talked about my boyfriend going to his hotel and staying the night - and he was already making plans to do it before he even mentioned anything to me.

I have to admit that I freaked out at that point, and caused a bit of drama, basically demanding that they did it at our place. It almost resulted in the whole thing getting called off, but eventually we sorted it all out.

When the night came the bull came round and we all chatted for a bit, then headed into the bedroom. We chatted some more, and my boyfriend was admiring the bull’s big biceps, rubbing them and feeling them up. They started to make out on the bed, and started getting their clothes off. When the bull stripped his underwear off my bf seemed spellbound by that huge cock. He got down and started sucking on it like his life depended on it.

At that point the cat came into the room and started being a pain, getting in the way and stuff. So I picked it up and carried it outside. As I did I heard the bedroom door slam, I ran back and found it shut. Clear on what that meant, I sat down by the door and listened.

I heard the slurping noises of my bf sucking on the bull’s cock, and I heard him splutter as he gagged on the size of it. Then I heard him moan in pleasure as the bull entered him - raw, just like last time. I heard them start to fuck, both of them moaning and gasping. I heard the bed start to creak, and then I heard the rhythmic thuds of the bed hitting the wall. It got harder and louder until the bedroom door was shaking in time with their fucking. My bf was moaning uncontrollably, and just kept saying “fuck!” as the bull pounded him.

Suddenly out of nowhere there was a loud crack, and I realised they'd broken the bed fucking so hard. They stopped, and I could hear them laughing, and then they started up again.

They kept going for ages, me just sitting there in the hallway listening and taking it all in.

Then eventually they stopped. I could hear them talking casually, laughing, whispering to each other, then occasionally kissing. I thought it was all over, but then after a while things went silent for a minute, then I heard kissing again. Then I heard the moan of my bfs taking that cock again.

The second time round the fuck seemed totally different. It wasn’t loud and rough this time. I could hear my bf gasping breathlessly as they made love, whispering and kissing the whole time. I almost came listening to them, imagining them looking deep into each other’s eyes with their bodies locked together.

After a while I heard silence again, then low voices. Then the bedroom door opened and they came out, both naked, and headed for the shower. My bf said to me, “He’s going to stay the night. Is that ok?” I nodded, stunned.

I went into the bedroom - my bedroom - and it stunk of sex. The bull came back in, and at that point he said he’d changed his mind about staying the night and was going home after all - he had an early start on the other side of town. He got dressed, and left, giving my bf a tender kiss before he left.

Then my bf and I got into bed, where they just been fucking, and my bf told me all about his fuck before we went to sleep.

Since then I've talked to the bull occasionally, but sadly he's never been back for another fuck session with my boyfriend.