Exploration and Discovery

Bull sat up and held Drake in his arms, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Tell me, Doc. You've never learned to fish, swim, or drink beer. So am I safe to assume you've never been with or know how to please a man?"

A shy but slightly embarrassed smile crept across Drake's face as he slowly shook his head.

Bull smiled, an honest and reassuring smile. "That's quite alright. I kinda like that you're such a man virgin."

Drake chuckled softly. "Sorry. And I never really was that much of a ladies' man either."

Bull sat Drake up and guided him by the hand to the bed, sitting him on the edge. He lit the fireplace, the warm glow illuminating the cabin. Standing tall before Drake, he spread his arms wide, revealing his imposing physique. "First things first," he said softly, taking control of the situation. "Let's discover what you're working with." He nodded to Drake sitting before him, "Start by taking the shirt off." 

Drake stood up slowly, intimidated by Bull's stature but following Bull's command. He began unbuttoning the giant's shirt, button by button. As he worked his way down, Bull pulled it open wider, revealing his massive hairy chest for Drake to see. Drake's eyes had seen this physique before, but never this close and never this personal.

Drake tugged and pulled the sleeves off Bull's massively thick arms, until he was finally free of it, and sat back and admired the view before him.

Bull's shoulders spanned 27 inches, capped with bulbous, round shoulder muscles. His gargantuan 54-inch chest and plump yet firm pecs were covered in half an inch of white and black body hair, with two pink nipples jutting out from the bulging muscles.

"That's right, boy. Take it all in. They're all yours."

Drake paused in amazement. "To do what with exactly?"

"Feel. Touch. Play with." Bull grabbed Drake's hands and firmly placed them on his pecs. "Now squeeze, boy."

Drake squeezed the massive chunks of masculine man meat, his hands digging deep into Bull's hairy and massive pecs. "That's right, boy. Squeeze daddy's man titties."

Drake stuttered and gasped as he felt the seething masculinity from the powerful meat gripped in his hands. "Oh…" he murmured.

"And you can do this too," Bull said, guiding Drake's head towards his nipples. "You can suck 'em. There. Suck on daddy's tits."

Drake was a little taken aback, but the taste of his man on his tongue was unique and different, tasting like pure manliness.

"Oh, fuck, boy!" Bull growled, throwing his head back. "That's right! Suck them man tits, boy! Fuck!"

Drake found a new taste he never knew he enjoyed. Man. Manly man. The kind of man that other men look up to and wish they could be. And the taste was glorious, ephemeral, and primal. He nibbled, sucked, and teased with his tongue the soft flesh of Bull's manly nipples. He began licking and kissing his pecs like he'd never kissed anything before.

"Fuck, Doc!" Bull gasped in surprise. "You sure you never did this before?!" He flexed his pecs together, shoving Drake's face into the valley of his meaty chest.

"I don't know what to say, Bull," Drake gasped between passionate kisses. "There's a lot of things I've never done or felt with you. I'm just doing what my body is telling me to do." He gripped Bull's right pec with all his might and took a large bite out of the left side of his pec, moving into his armpits.

Bull then took both his arms and flexed his double biceps, peaking his 21-inch muscles. "Now the arms too, boy."

Drake licked and kissed up the pecs and into the arms, taking a deep breath in the man's armpits.

"Holy fuck, what is that smell?" Drake gasped, inhaling the purest essence of Bull. The pungent musk of manliness and power.

Grabbing the back of Drake's head and shoving it into his armpit, Bull growled, "Yeah, son. Lick daddy's pits too. Taste what man tastes like. Smell what man smells like. Clean it too."

Drake began licking and cleaning the muskiness of Bull's hairy armpits with his lips and tongue.

"FUCK, BOY!" Bull shouted at the top of his lungs as Drake went to town on his arms and pits.

Kiss after kiss, bite after bite, Drake moved up Bull's armpits and onto his 21-inch biceps. Drake took both hands and groped the cantaloupe-sized muscles covered in skin, unable to grip the entire bulk of Bull's bulging biceps. Drake held on to and gripped the massive guns with both hands.

Bull grinned ear to ear and flexed them hard. With one arm, he lifted Drake off the ground as Drake held on with both hands.

"Wooee!!" Drake cheered in amazement, his man's arms big enough to carry his whole body weight, his feet wiggling in the air. "Gah, you are freaking huge, Bull!"

"Why do you think they call me Bull?" he grinned proudly, setting Drake back to the ground.

"I thought it was this," Drake said, staring Bull in the face as he slapped his hands firmly on Bull's crotch and trousers.

"Oh," Bull smirked. "You saw that, did you?"

"How could I not?" Drake said, rubbing the Italian sausage log under Bull's trousers.

With soft, controlling hands, Bull moved Drake's hands up and down his shaft under his trousers. "Ready for this, boy?" Bull grumbled.

Drake's hands gripped the sausage under the trousers, and he smirked shyly. "Um, I'm not exactly sure what to do with it."

Bull grinned proudly, his eyebrows furrowed teasingly, eyes filled with lust. "Oh, don't worry." He leaned in close, his breath hot against Drake's ear. "Daddy's gonna show you exactly how to handle all his equipment and service it just how he likes it."