Page 41 of Bulls and Their Boy

I didn’t understand, but Damon did. “You gonna ride us like your bulls, baby?”

“Sure am.”

I got the picture, and got my shirt off, then started on my pants. “You can ride him, then me, Joel.”

“ Yee …haw,” he said slowly, in a dusky voice that didn’t even sound like his. “Get ‘em off.”

Damon let go of his throat but leaned in to bite his bottom lip before kissing him brutally. I watched them connecting, readying for what was coming, and it heated me thoroughly. I sat on the bed and the closer I got, the better I heard the little moans coming from deep in Joel’s chest.

He was clutching at Damon’s chest, scratching his short nails over his skin, and Damon held there, using only his mouth, at first, anyway.

When Damon got going, there was no stopping him, and he moved away from Joel, his voice grit and rough, “Get those mother fucking clothes off now, boy.”

He sat up enough to unbutton his shirt, but kept an eye on the two of us, and his eyes looked as black as Damon’s. They flared, his upper lip curling, and I thought he looked very feral in that moment.

A plan was simmering in that boy’s mind, one that he’d thought of quite a bit. He wanted to show us exactly how good he was. It was the same as when he’d rode the bull, trying to prove to himself and those he cared about that he could do it.

Well, we were going to give him every opportunity to show us whatever he liked.

Damon was on the bed, kissing him and I pulled out the lube and condoms as I watched. They were both naked, rolling on the bed, their dicks hard and rubbing against each other lewdly. Their kissing was filled with moans, and they felt over one another’s bodies like they couldn’t get enough.

Yeah, I watched. I had loved watching Damon fuck, as I’ve said, but this was something completely different. This was the first time with Joel, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

On the bed with them, I could easily smell their arousal, their sweat and it lit in me a need that I wouldn’t satisfy easily. I needed them both on that night, needed their voices and their warmth, their skin. I touched Joel’s face until he turned his head to me, and I kissed him while Damon moved down his thin body, licking, biting, being his usually brutish self.

Joel’s eyes and mouth opened wide as Damon took Joel’s cock between his lips, and I laughed darkly. “You are going to have a lot of surprises tonight.”

“Bring ‘em on,” he whispered, then kissed me again, hanging onto the back of my head, keeping me there while Damon sucked him. Damon’s mouth was working wonders on our boy, as Joel kept stopping the kiss to cry out in joy, but I’d shush him again with my tongue down his throat and once Damon’s fingers started up Joel’s ass, even a kiss that deep couldn’t quiet him.

“Finger me, yeah, boy, dammit!”

I tossed Damon the lube and croaked, “Stretch him hard and fast. Fuck the foreplay.”

“I love your ideas, babe,” Damon said, chuckling at me, and after lubing up three of his fingers, they were made into a cone shape and pushed inside our boy. Joel sucked half the air from the room, head thrown back on the pillow as he gasped and tried to grab onto me.

“He’d never tear you, Joel, but if any of it is too much, just say so. Just say stop for tonight, okay?”

“Y’all…” He was swallowing and thrashing, but got out, finally, “Y’all stop and I’m havin’ a real hissy fit!”

I grinned malevolently. “You asked for it.”

It wasn’t another couple of minutes of being fingered that Joel was begging for the big’uns. He was about to get them. After getting his cock sheathed and lubed, Damon lined up his dick to Joel’s hole and stayed right there, watching Joel squirming.

“I’ll ride ya! Lemme ride ya!”

“Not yet. We’ll save that for last. Right now, you want this cock, beg for it.”

After slamming his head on the pillow and cussing up a storm, he screamed, “Please! Gimme the cock, I’m a-beggin’!”

Damon watched him, and he wasn’t looking, his eyes were shut as he hollered, so Damon, that evil fucker, pushed inside of Joel, just the head, but it was enough to get Joel moving.

As he squirmed like a fish on the shore, he cried, “Fuckety fuck! Holy hell and Gran’ma Moses! I’m fuller than a danged ol’ tick!”

Damon stopped, I did, as we stared at him, then we busted up laughing, and Damon rolled over to his side, as he couldn’t hold his serious fuck face any longer.

Joel got up on his elbows, staring at us like we’d lost our minds. “What the hell?”

I stopped laughing long enough to explain, “Sorry, Joel that was just…fucking funny!”

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