El Toro, the Bull

He radiates raw masculinity and unbridled sexuality. Compact built, 5’5”, black crew cut hair, mat brown complexion, around 30. One solid block of muscles. Strong as an ox, precise in his movements. His strong muscular jaws tell me that this is not a man to mess with. His T-shirt is worn, showing his strong shoulders and pectorals. His jeans are worn to the thread and show his knees. He gives me a hard-on as soon as he comes close to me. 

His friends knick named him, “El Toro”, the Bull. They could not have chosen a more appropriate name! Toro loves fighting. His mom took him out of school as he was bullying the other kids mercilessly. A friend teaches him the tricks of dirty boxing. He enrolls in a karate school and soon gets his black belt. In his free time he is a boxer, and he fights to win. He will not let anyone dominate him.

Fighters like Toro excite me. I love watching a fight, and I often jack off while watching a boxing match. Each blow makes my dick stand up. I try to come at the same time as the knock-out. For me, Toro is the ultimate fighter. A real he-man! I fantasize this fighter subduing me, with no way to go, even trying as hard as I can. He’ll keep me in this strong lock, and I’ll be at his mercy and he’ll do with me whatever he well pleases.

He paints our house. He’ll come for five days. At lunch we laugh and talk. His voice is strong and confident. He eats for two. Since Toro started painting our house, Carlos, my lover, comes home for lunch every day. Carlos devours Toro with his eyes, hangs on his lips. After lunch I’ve to jack-off to release the tension.

At night Carlos and I talk about Toro. We both get hard-ons as soon as our minds shift to him. We fantasize how to get Toro in between us. We’re getting all exited, eating each other as that first night. I try to take Carlos the way Toro would do it. I kiss Carlos harder and deeper, pull his arms taught above his head, immobilizing the top part of his body. Carlos squirms under me and I do my utmost to control him. I start to hurt Carlos just a little and he becomes so excited that I increase the pain. I’ve never done that before; Carlos would never let me be so rough with him, but today he’s another man. And I am Toro. It releases my animal sexuality and there is no stopping. I bite his butt, rub the stubbles of my beard over his ass. With a flat hand I slap Carlos’s butts. “Harder”, he cries. I pull his head back rubbing his neck with my two-day old beard. Carlos jerks and manages to get on his back and I attack his breast. With my full hand I rub his nipples real hard and when he tries to push my hands away, I dive my mouth onto his tits. Carlos gasps. I pull him to the corner of our bed, push him on his side and I pull one legs over my shoulder, to enter him deeper than ever. One arm folds around his leg and I start fondling his dick. My other hand looks for his ass and I push a wet finger in as deep as I can. He squeezes it hard. I wet another finger and enter both. He cries out in joy when I touch his prostate. I wet my dick with Carlos’s pre-cum and enter him. I’m so excited that I push my dick in all at once. My dick gets in deeper than ever. Carlos cries out in pain, but I won’t let up. He squeezes my dick hard, very hard, making me his prisoner. After a while he relaxes and starts moving his butt. I pull my dick out almost entirely, very, very slowly, and Carlos moans louder and louder. I enter him abruptly, penetrating him deeper and deeper with each stroke. I feel cum accumulating in my dick, my whole body tenses and I’m about to explode. I smear Paco’s precum over the head of his glorious dick and start to masturbate him. Carlos moans louder and louder. I feel his dick tensing, throbbing. His cum squirts out and with each squirt I feel the spastic contractions of his anal muscles around my dick. With each contraction I’m closer to cuming. I can’t hold it any longer and explode, loading Carlos with my hot cum. He gasps when he feels my cum engulfing him deeply. I’m completely exhausted and bathing in sweat. So is Carlos. I fall on top of him and kiss him ardently. “You never made love to me like that before”, he says. “It was Toro who took you” I said, and we both laughed. I am sure he was fantasizing about Toro too.

Toro couldn’t fall asleep: dreams about Carlos and Marco keep him awake. These guys turn him on and obviously they have an eye on him as well. He sees Carlos walking by him so closely that he could feel him. Just like this morning, he feels his dick reacting. And he was dying to take that stud Marco! His hands move down to his dick and he starts to masturbate slowly, careful to not wake up his wife. In his mind he sees Marco pulling the cheeks of his ass apart and his anus begs for his dick. He takes Marco doggy-style. He feels Marco squirming but he has him in a strong hold: he won’t get away! Ultimate pleasure engulfs him and he wants to moan but he can’t: that would wake up Eva. Instead, he opens his mouth as wide as possible to breathe silently, doubling the pleasure. Marco squeezes his dick rhythmically, causing a delicious pain. His hand moves to Marco’s dick and he feels tension building up in his calves. He wants to move but can’t without making noise. The trembling moves upward to his crotch, but he has to lay still not to wake up Eva. He feels his dick thicken and he knows that the cum is moving upward. Even at the point of coming, he has to lay still. It’s a torture, a delicious torture! He tries not to cum, but it’s too late. The built-up tension releases itself with unimaginable force. He cups his dick with one of his hands and feels the cum shooting forcefully into it. He tries to control the trembling, laying there motionless, silently, overcome with the greatest satisfaction imaginable.