The big bull-3

Mesmerized, I nodded in agreement.

“And you love all this massive meat don’t you?” And he put his hands on his waist and puffed out his torso. “Wish you could get your hands on it, right?”

I whispered, “Yes”, just gawking at his enormous heaving chest and great big arms.

“And your tiny gay ass wants all of this too, right?” He then grabbed his crotch with his big burly hand.

“Oh my god, fuck yes,” I responded. My cock was hardening.

He backed into the door and pushed it completely shut and then he locked it. He looked down at me, square in the face and said, “Then this is gonna be your night. All the girls are scared of The Big Bull; they’d never follow me up into my pen. No one can handle all this meat and this bull likes to ride hard and get wild. But I have a feeling about you buddy.”

His arms reached over me and pulled me into his packed out upper body. He squeezed me in a tight hug, which thrilled me. His low voice rumbled in my ear, “Yeah, you know you’re gonna worship me, right? You know I’m your giant idol, right?”