Sergeant Bull : Part 6

Jake stood with both hands pressed flatly against the room’s floor-length mirror, legs spread police-frisk style. Bull licked the younger Samuelson from the mossy pits beneath his arms and down his back, until he had made his way to the concrete square of Jake’s hairy ass.

Spreading the other man’s cheeks aside, Bull lapped into the musky, fur-lined warmth. The stale, sweaty tang of Jake’s crack grew more powerful as he neared the puckered ring of the younger man’s asshole. Bull sucked and chewed on Jake’s shitter with renewed fervor and soon had it glistening with spit.

“Do it, Daddy-!” Jake groaned.

Bull huffed a hot breath up into Jake’s crack. “You like this, son?” Jake moaned his approval and flexed the muscles of his perfect can. Bull watched, amazed, as the younger man’s tight hole winked open, flashing a glimpse of its pink interior through the jungle of dark brown hair. It was the perfect invitation.

Worming the fuck-finger of his right hand into that spit-lubed tightness, Bull forced his way beyond the ring of clenched muscles, slowly and gently at first. Eventually, he made it to the bottom knuckle. Jake wiggled around the finger fucking his can.

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Bull stabbed at the younger Samuelson’s hot, slick shithole, enough to loosen it for the assault he planned to follow. A second finger joined the first inside Jake’s butt. The younger man seized in place, but took it.

“That’s it, son,” Bull growled. “You want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes, sir,” Jake nodded. Bull glanced up to see the young man’s face reflecting a painful smile.

Bull pulled out and licked the oily tang off his fingers. By this point, his cock was up and ready for a second go at Jake Samuelson. He hawked a wad of spit onto his fuck-finger and palmed the head of his dick, mixing the lube with fresh precome and the stale remains of the load he’d shot into the other man’s handsome mouth. “You ready, boy?” Bull placed a hand on Jake’s ass and spread his cheeks. The younger Samuelson affirmed.

“Ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Yeah, dad-!” Jake moaned.

Bull lined up the head of his rod with the hot, moist hole at the center of Jake’s licked-clean ass and eased in. The first jolt of pressure made the boy gasp.

“You can take it, guy,” Bull promised. “Open it up. That’s it, son. Open up for daddy’s cock!”

Jake’s reflection in the mirror showed his agony. Fresh sweat poured from his forehead. Eventually, he loosened and Bull slid all the way in, his pubes mashing the top of Jake’s hard, square ass. Now locked together, Jake’s face relaxed enough to show that his pain had turned to pleasure.

Bull leaned down and set his chin atop the younger man’s left shoulder. There, they kissed briefly again before Bull reached a hand around Jake’s waist for support. He used the other to pump Jake’s thick, seven-inch cock. This double action pushed both men to the tops of their toes in front of the motel mirror.

“Fuck me, daddy,” Jake moaned. Bull clamped his mouth to the other man’s left ear and chewed while pulling out. He licked the salty skin at the base of Jake’s neck and rammed in again. For a moment, it wasn’t Jake Samuelson’s face smiling back from the mirror, but Ike’s.

It didn’t take five minutes inside Jake’s asshole for the pressure in Bull’s nuts to erupt.

“I’m fuckin’ coming, son-!” he wailed. Bull whipped his dick out of Jake’s shitter and sprayed his next two salvos of ball-snot into the younger Samuelson’s crack. With his dick still dribbling, Bull wasted no time. He hunched down and sucked his load out of Jake’s pucker.

Not far behind, the son of his former Commanding Officer pushed back against Bull’s face and grunted loudly. Bull knew by the clenching of the other man’s hard, sperm-doused ass cheeks and the way Jake’s cock bounced stiffly in his hand that the younger Samuelson would soon shoot his snot.

“Do it, son,” Bull ordered. “Shoot that juice, boy!”

Drenched in sweat, standing on tiptoes, Jake gritted his teeth and threw back his head. A bullet of sperm flew out of his cock, striking the mirror. Four more followed. Once his orgasm wound down, Jake sank to his knees, and together both men licked the mirror clean.

The baseball game had long ended, but Jake rested at Bull’s feet, toying absently with his toes. “You’ll find him, guy. You’ll find your real son.”

“Hope so,” Bull sighed. The finger he’d eased between Jake’s legs again found the hole Bull had now fucked twice. Jake’s stretched knot was wet with the Sergeant’s stale load.

“I’m glad you came by, Sarge,” Jake grunted, opening up to accommodate Bull’s exploration of him. “Just wish you could stay.”

“Sorry, son,” Bull growled. He felt his cock begin to stir. “But I still got some time before I hit the road again.”

Jake’s face lit in a bittersweet smile. “Will you stay the night?”

Bull groped the younger man’s ass. “Anything for my boy:”