The big bull-4

“Wow, feels like you’ve got something big down there.” I said.

“I’m big everywhere, just like a real bull,” he responded with a grin.

I squirmed off of him and then stood in front of him. We were both breathing heavily. I thought I’d be bold and go for it, so I kicked off my shoes, slid my shorts and boxers down and stepped out. My cock was rock hard, as it had been for awhile now.

Bull looked down at my 6 inch erect cock and again said, “Cute.” Then he took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I was facing away from him. He inspected my buttocks. “Mmmm, very cute… cute as a button,” he complimented. And he started kneading my petite round ass cheeks with his paws. He rubbed one of his sausage-like fingers along the crack of my buttocks. I felt a shiver go up my spine. “You’ve a nice ripe piece of fruit,” he stated. He turned me back around, and he took hold of my cock in his huge hand and squeezed it tight. My penis was tiny in his clutch. Again, I thought I would cum right then and there; I grabbed onto his hand with both of mine and gave him a happy but worried look.