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Ricky let go of my balls and the feeling faded away as he wrapped his hand around my dick.“One thing at a time.”He sounded breathless.“Hold on to the pole.”

For a moment, I wasn’t sure which pole he meant.There were three in the room.Then he pushed me back gently, and I got it.I clasped the pole behind me, doing what I was told.

He pushed down his shorts and grasped both our stalks together.“Next time it’s bull and rhubarb.”

I hummed in agreement or I would have if it hadn’t got stuck somewhere in my throat at the feel of his fuzzy stalk against mine.The way his hand worked us both together was driving me nuts.“More,” I begged breathlessly, panting hard and fast.“Need you inside me.I want to be filled and feel your body pressed against mine.”Whatever I considered I’d feel when we touched, wasn’t even close.Those fuzzies set my balls alight.

“Next time, baby,” Rick promised excitedly, and glassy eyed.“Next time.Now you’re coming with me to make sweet sundaes.”

I choked out a cry as I came over his hand and his custard joined my cream.He lifted his hand, his pink tongue poked out.There was a long pause before he blushed and a second later, he licked his fingers, groaning in delight.

My balls clenched, and I stared longingly at him.One little taste?

As if he’d plucked the thought from my head, he offered his sticky fingers to me.“Custard and cream to go?”he giggled, sounding very naughty.

I didn’t hesitate and swiped my tongue over his hand.Sweet, oh so sweet and damn yummy.I licked again until his hand was clean and my balls were throbbing once more with how sexy this whole scene was.

His eyes danced the way his body did on the pole as he came forward.“I was unpicked too,” he breathed in my ear.“We’ve trifled together and now we just need to pop our cherries.”

Chapter Seven

Ricky

Watching Burke lick my hand clean was making my custard ready to do a highland fling all over my bull.It was also why I confessed I was the same as him.I didn’t want him thinking something silly like I was some hip to the rhubarbness ways of getting down and dirty.

Not that I wasn’t a stalk just ready and waiting.I was all for it.

In fact, I was just about desperate enough to taste those enormous balls, roll them around my mouth and forget the club would open in an hour's time.

Who cared who got a free show!

Then rhubarb common sense returned, knowing Dom would be back any minute and the last thing I wanted was to give anyone that kind of show.Those enormous balls were all mine, and I was greedy for them.One taste of my teeny-tiny-bull and I could tell he was gonna be my new favorite thing to eat.

“Let’s tuck this away and go find somewhere a little more private,” I explained while shoving my hand into his trousers, copping a feel of those silky balls.I found I could hardly wriggle a finger in the tightness of his pants.His balls hung out, and no matter which way I slid my fingers all around them—there was a lot of sliding—there was no way they were getting back in there.

A strangled noise came from Burke on my third attempt, and I glanced up.

“If you keep that up, they’re never gonna fit in this lifetime,” he exclaimed through panting breaths, his skin back to being flushed.His stalk waved at me like a sideways dance pole.

I reluctantly let go and grabbed his hand.“Come on, we’ll slip out the back to the changing rooms and head out through the fire door.”I dragged him along with me.And I really was dragging him, with how wide his legs were.Almost walking like he’d sat astride a horse.Or what I imagined someone walking while riding would look like.

We stopped briefly for me to slip on my sweats and a hoodie.I pulled a spare pair of gray sweats out of my carryall.“Maybe you could put these on for now?”

Under the bright lights of my changing room, I got the full bull effect.My gaze went to the door, which had a lock, then back to the man wriggling out of his too tight clothing.I slipped around him, shut the door, and clicked the lock in place.Spinning back around, I got the glorious sight of my bull's ass and balls hanging low between his legs, and nearly creamed my custard again.

Going with the urges that had led me to lick my hand, I bent forward, took hold of his ass cheeks, spread them and ran my tongue down his crease.

He mooed and shuddered, backing up onto my face.My nose got a good whiff of his rhubarb, and I was a gonna.I licked at the rosebud that twitched against my tongue, making me do it again, swiping over the flesh as his scent got stronger.My rhubarb and his did the Argentine tango, maybe the rhumba.Whatever it was, my tongue got frisky with each moo he made.

When he hitched up his hips, making his balls sway and nudge my chin, I didn’t need to be asked twice.I lowered to my knees, muttering, “Hang on to something, I’m gonna suck me some bull's balls.”

Smacking my lips together, I cupped a ball in each hand, loving the heaviness.They were almost too heavy to hold, but I was a stalk up for the task.

My stalk was waving to the ball gods in gratitude as I mouthed one, almost dislocating my jaw to pop it into my mouth.The ache was so worth it.Silky skin rubbed against my tongue as I licked and sucked.I rolled the other ball so it didn’t feel left out, then I slipped the tip of a finger into his wet hole.

The noises he was making were so loud they could probably hear him at the pride house.

The ball popped out of my mouth as I hissed, “Shush my gorgeous ballsy-bull, someone will hear you.”

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