He saw the bull in the basement room, the one towards the end, with the bed, where fuckers lock themselves behind bars. The bull was riding the cock of a guy who lay in the bed, a guy older than him. Not much to remember from the guy, no one could remember much, the bull was stealing the show. The bull was standing on his knees, above and around the guy; the bull’s back turned towards the guy’s face, the guy’s cock inside the bull’s ass. They had locked themselves in, to be seen by all. A group of four men was standing outside, holding bars with one hand, stroking dick with the other. He was among the four. The bull was going up and down slowly, jerking off, feeling his meaty chest muscles, his belly and his own arms.
At some moment the bull focused his eyes on him – him beating off outside the bars. The bull would not stop staring at him, would not stop the up and down motion. He, trapped by the bull’s stare, went on stroking.
They kept it like this for a while, synchronized, their glances glued to each other’s. Read the rest of this entry »







