Bull Wants the Boy (Gay Cuckquean)

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuck! He's so biiiiiig!" The voluptuous brunette beneath me moans as I slowly enter her. She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in. I don't stop until she feels every inch of my thick manhood. "OHHHHHHH GOD!"

Her husband, not even ten feet away from us, sits there and watches quietly as I start to fuck his wife.

Another Saturday night and yet another new couple to cuck. This was the seventh new set of clients I'd had in the past four weeks. The Bull business was booming!

I had been working as a male escort that specialized in cuckoldry for almost two years now and while the money was good I had to admit...I was getting damned bored of playing out the same situation over and over again. Take control of the room, tell her how beautiful she is and him how worthless he is, manhandle the wife, fuck her brains out as hubby watches and usually wanks, sometimes "****" the husband to do some gay shit, then bid a fond farewell with a big tip in my pocket. There were individual variations of course, but that was how it generally went. It was my job and I was damn good at it.

I was naturally built for Bull work. At a hunky and hulking six foot four accompanied by the nine fat inches down below that God had granted me with I was the very picture of Alpha masculinity. My look was dark and ruggedly handsome in a classic sort of way. Unlike most of the guys working in this niche market I was white. I kept fit and lived clean as my eventual hope was to break into male modeling. My looks, my cock, my skills, and my legendary stamina never failed to satisfy the wives and make their cuck husbands feel like inadequate losers. The odd time I'd have a guy who wasn't ready for the intensity of the experience snap with jealousy but this was quite rare. Overall it was easy work.

The money was good, my clients being naturally beta types were easy to get along with, I had a lot of time off, and my lifestyle was great. I truly had nothing to complain about. But, as mentioned, it was all getting so boring. I had been seriously contemplating a big change lately but hadn't yet acted on it.

"Unnnnghh! Fuck! You fucking STUD!" The woman, Amanda I believe her name was, claws her nails across my back as I slowly pick up the pace. "Ohhhh God baby! He fucks me soooo goooood! NNNGGGHHH!!!"

I hide a smirk. Normally the wives were **** participants in playing out this kink, during the first session at least, but this Amanda was all in. Judging by their body language when they showed up to the room I got the impression that this had actually been her idea. A rarity in this business.

This particular couple was different than the average doughy middle aged married ones I generally worked with in two other ways as well. First of all they were much younger than usual. I was accustomed to being the youngest in the room when I worked as it was usually middle aged couples that had the spare cash to afford me. In this case I was the oldest as they were in their mid-twenties at most. It definitely felt a bit weird.

The other unique aspect of this pairing was that the husband, James, was absolutely smoking hot! The wife was attractive enough, though honestly nothing special. The husband though...JESUS CHRIST! He was a fucking ten out of ten!

He was around five foot eight with a slender yet very fit build. Wider at the shoulders and thin at the waist. His form fitting grey t shirt and skin blue tight jeans showed off enough of his lean body to more than whet the appetite. I could see the shape of his growing erection through the faded denim and cannot help but to lick my lips in hunger. Cute clean shaven boyish good looks, longish free flowing naturally blonde hair, and big beautiful blue eyes complete the package. Topping it all off he was shy. OH FUCK! I love shy boys!!! For a dude he was EXACTLY my type. I might be fucking his wife but he was the only thing on my mind.

I knew from experience that a lot of cucks, most of them really, had some latent homosexual desires just under the surface. I PRAYED that would be the case with this cutie. The more I watched him the more I suspected it to be true.

All cucks liked to watch but where their eyes would roam told me a lot about them. Some would watch their wives intensely, some even wanting eye contact as their spouse was railed by a superior lover. Some wanted to see specific acts or were adamant about watching their partner's snatch stretched open by my stout manhood. Some might even close their eyes or be blindfolded as they just loved the dirty talk and lewd sounds. Some just watched the scene as a whole, happy to be a little voyeuristic fly on the wall. The funniest were the dumb fucks who walked around and tried to pretend they were still in control of the whole thing. Trying to direct me as if my cock were their own. These guys would look back and forth between me and their wife. Then there were the ones that watched me far more closely than any purely hetero man would. As soon as I noticed the husband lingering their lustful gaze on me for any length of time I knew, after some feeble protests, the options would soon open up.

Sweet young James was very much this latter type. His adorable bashfulness had initially had his blue eyes darting all around the room. When I would look his way he would blush and tear his gaze away. But now that we were well into it James was getting bolder. I'd catch him watching, staring, ogling my naked flexing body. That cerulean blue stare was drinking me in. Not once did I catch him watching his wife.

YES!

"GAOHHHHHH!!!" Amanda goes off like a stick of dynamite beneath me. I slow down as she humps and heaves her way through her climax.

I give her big tit a meaty slap then look over to James. For the first time he doesn't look away. Our eyes meet. As Amanda gets her rocks off her husband and her Bull have a moment of connection, neither of us paying her any mind at all.

I finally give him my most charming grin and motion for him to stand up. "Hey Jimmy boy, why don't you come on over here and join the fun?"

His cheeks go a bright pink with a blush and his blue eyes flare wide at the unexpected request. His hands grip his knees hard and I hear his breath catch in his throat. He stammers sheepishly, shifting this way and that in the hotel room chair, unsure of what to do or say. His coy discomfort was so fucking CUTE!

My already hard cock flexes even stiffer inside his wailing spouse. God how I loved a shy boy!