The Bull, Part 4 (Patreon)

First fuck in the new place. Hope you enjoy it guys!

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Christopher was in the kitchen when we went inside. Neither of us said a word to him, but I gave him a wink as we walked past. We ran up the stairs, and when we reached the top he pinned me against the wall and kissed me again. I could feel his cock pressing against me, and mine pressing against his.

He took my hand again and began to lead me into my room. I stopped him though, and shook my head. “Aren’t you going to show me your room?” I asked.

He smiled. “Sure.” He led me down the hallway, pushed the door open, and we went in. I left the door open behind me; thought that since I was fucking in the cuck’s bed for the first time it would be nice to let him properly enjoy the action.

Cooper was all over me in seconds, ripping my clothes off, throwing me down onto the bed and eating my ass out. He’d obviously been building up to this moment for a while because he had the pent up sexual energy of someone who’d been aching to be let loose and couldn’t hold back a second longer. I relaxed into it and just let myself enjoy the sensation of his tongue and lips against my hole, the hairs of his stubble tickling my ass with every move. “Fuck I’ve missed this,” he said, voice muffled buried in my ass. “I love your ass.”

He couldn’t just keep eating it forever though. After a while he flipped me over with a roughness that I found massively arousing, and went down on my cock. As I lay there watching his head bobbing down on it, I saw that behind him his husband was standing in the hallway, hand down his trousers, watching. I gave him a wink, then just to put on a bit of a show I put a hand on the back of Cooper’s head and forced it down further on my cock till he gagged a bit.

The blowjob was good but I was starting to get way too horny to just lie there and take it. I pulled him off me and he brought his head up to face mine. We kissed, and we were both in such a frenzy by this point that it was this frenzied kind of making out where our tongues were basically wrestling each other for supremacy. He lifted my legs up and spread them, and I could feel his cock brushing against my hole — at first just lightly, then getting more firm, in a rhythm like he was already fucking me except he was just pushing against my hole giving me the first indication of what it would feel like as he entered me.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” I whispered to him.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He grabbed some lube, slathered it over his cock and my asshole, and pressed his cock against the opening. A little more pressure, and slowly I could feel it push its way in. It was instant bliss; by this stage I hadn’t been fucked in well over a week which was probably some kind of record, so I was so ready to feel cock inside me. I felt my ass stretch to take him, till he was buried all the way in. I wrapped my legs around his hips and drew him in a bit further and tighter, letting myself bask in the feeling of having his cock buried deep inside of me. And then slowly, gently, he started to pump his cock in and out of me.

I looked up at him as he fucked me. Watched the way his eyes clenched closed in delight each time he drove his cock into me. Watched the way the muscles down the side of his torso flexed each time he drew his hips back and thrust them forward again. Damn, this guy was hot. And he could fuck, like, seriously fuck. I felt his cock hit me deep and I felt like I was going to cum in no time at all. My dick was rock hard and I wanted to touch it so bad, but I knew if I gave myself any more stimulation I was going to blow in seconds. So I just lay back, relaxed my hole, and let the waves of pleasure wash over me as he fucked me.

But after about half an hour of that it was getting too much. I could feel I was close, getting closer every time I felt his dick smash against my insides. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum any second,” I warned him.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Cum for me.” He started to hit it harder, a little faster. That tipped me over the edge, I let out an involuntary moan as I felt my body tense up and my balls unload. I nutted and I felt a jet of my cum hit me in the chin, another one landing on my chest.

My muscles tensing must have done it for Cooper, because seconds later he let out a grunt of release, and shoved his cock in as far as it could go. I could feel his cock pulse as it pumped a load into me.

For a second or two he just held it there, then he slowly withdrew. His cock popped out and I could feel my hole gaping from his absence.

He collapsed onto the bed. “Oh god,” he sighed. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

I rolled over and lay my head in the crook of his shoulder. I could smell the slight musky odour and I breathed it in deep to make the most of it.

Eventually I looked up and saw that Christopher was still standing in the hallway. “Grab me a towel,” I demanded, interested to see how he’d respond. Of course he responded exactly as I expected, quickly scurrying into the bathroom and returning with a hand-towel that he handed over obediently. Wiped the cum off my neck and chest and belly and cock, and handed the dirty towel back to him. Which he accepted unquestioningly.

“Good,” I said. “Now get out and leave us alone.”

He nodded. “Dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes,” he said, then he turned and disappeared into the hallway.

Cooper chuckled. “I see you didn’t waste any time getting him trained.”

I nestled my head back into his armpit. “Got to make sure he knows who’s in charge.”

We stayed there, cuddling and chatting, till dinner was ready. I threw on my shorts and nothing else, while Cooper got dressed into some casual clothes, and we headed downstairs to find that Christopher had cooked quite an elaborate meal. It was pretty clear he was trying to prove just how good a servant he could be.

We ate at a leisurely pace, and followed it with a couple more glasses of wine, which meant I got to have my first real, in depth conversation with the two of them since we’d met. I found out what the two of them did — don’t ask me to explain it though because despite a thorough explanation from them it still doesn’t make any sense. They both do financial investment stuff — venture capital, hedge funds, futures, various words I was vaguely familiar with but don’t really understand. The kind of bullshit money-go-round that adds no value to the world and serves no purpose other than to get the people involved really fucking rich. They’d met at some firm years ago and gotten together, but since moved in separate directions professionally — Cooper climbing the corporate ladder and making the big bucks while Christopher had moved into a kind of freelance situation so he could focus on some kind of LGBT charity thing he was running.

After a few wines I was starting to get horny again, so as we were talking I ran my hands Cooper’s thigh. He was mid-sentence but completely forgot what he was talking about the moment I touched him. He looked down at my hand, looked at me, and I could tell he was down to go another round.

“How about we go to bed?” I suggested.

He grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

I looked at Christopher. “I’m going to sleep in your bed tonight,” I told him, studying his face to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t argue, just nodded. “That’s fine, I can sleep in the guest bedroom,” he said.

“No you won’t. That’s my room.”

“But you’ll be in my room.”

“Yeah, what’s your point? Just because I’ll be in the master bedroom getting fucked by your husband it doesn’t mean you get to sleep in my bed. Go find a sofa to sleep on.”

For a second it looked like he might argue. But then he nodded, this look of resignation on his face. “Just let me grab a few things out of there first.”

“Too harsh, making him sleep on the sofa?” I asked, now that he was gone.

Cooper laughed. “I don’t think so. I think he likes it.”

“Good.” Might as well start how you mean to go on. And I wanted to make sure the cuck understood who was calling the shots here. “You going to take me upstairs and fuck me again then?”

We were up those stairs in seconds. And a few seconds after that I was in balasana pose on the bed with Cooper eating out my ass. I heard Christopher rattling around in the bathroom still collecting his things — we hadn’t even given him enough of a head start to get out of our way. To be honest I completely forgot about him after that, until maybe 20 minutes later when I was on all fours with Cooper fucking me doggy and I saw him sitting out there in the hallway watching us. I gave him a wink as he sat there on the floor with his hand down his trousers beating off.

Cooper pulled out for a second to flip me onto my back. When he did I whispered to him, “Close the door.” Silently he got up and gave the door a shove so it swung shut. It made me smile, thinking about depriving the cuck of his view. Honestly, it made the sex even better.

By the time we were done I was a ragged, exhausted mess. I could barely get up, but I managed to pull myself out of bed to go get my toothbrush. As I walked down the hall I glanced into the office and saw that Christopher was in there, asleep on the small sofa with a blanket over him.

I chuckled to myself, grabbed my toothbrush and went back to the master bedroom.

When I was done brushing I put my toothbrush into the small ceramic holder on the counter. As I did, I thought to myself, That thing’s not going anywhere from now on.

I got back into bed. Cooper was already half-asleep. I curled up, and he shifted his weight so that he was spooning me from behind. I could feel his cock start to thicken from the contact, but honestly I was done for one night. And there was no need to hurry, we were going to have plenty of time to fuck.