University notes

by brazboy   

Being a new student at a mixed university presents new challenges and opportunities to a normal and naïve lad—such as the interaction with youthful and handsome Dairy Bulls.

As soon as I leave the bus, and notice I am in the middle of a field, I regret having done it. Of course, my stop isn’t in the middle of nowhere; of course, it isn’t the stop where no one else left, but I’m nervous, and so I forget everything. I don’t know the campus yet, as it is my first day—an understandable rookie mistake, one caused by trying to much to avoid them, as it is usually the case. And so here I am, in the middle of a gigantic field of grass, in front of a deserted street, getting closer to being late to class by the second, not even knowing which direction to take as the bus disappears in the distance.

I don’t know when the next bus passes, or what way to take to the building where I study—I don’t know the campus yet, after all. I am probably already basically functionally late, as there’s no way I can get to class on my own in the next 20 minutes. And all of this is before my first day of college even started, wonderful.

“Shit!” I shout out loud, looking around, fields of wide green grass in all directions, all the way to the sea on one side, and some bamboos on the other. I guess I should go towards the buildings; at least then I have less of a change of being mugged and killed in the middle of nowhere.

I sigh, and start moving.

Slowly I walk across the field in the most direct path towards the closest college building. It is a long walk though, more than a kilometer. While I am walking across the grass, I hear the sound of hooves, and turn around. In the distance, I see a herd of majestic bulltaurs running from behind the bamboos to the college buildings, handsome and pleased, as their limp cocks slap their udder. I must stare mindlessly for a few seconds as those gigantic and beautiful creatures run, but when I return to normal consciousness I notice a surprising sight—a big, burly and handsome bulltaur is running away from the pack and towards me.

He is easily the thickest, largest and most handsome of the bulls crossing the field now—his upper body is hugged perfectly by a deliciously tight shirt, while his lower body is naturally naked, shaped perfectly like a bull from this angle, although I know from education that their rear is quite unique, as they have massive udders and gigantic human-like cocks in the back. The half-human half-bull hunk smiles to me, waves at me to turn his way and wait for him, and then reaches me, smiling, not even panting, albeit a bit sweaty.

“Hey, are you okay? This is a weird place to find a human,” he says, looking down at me, and I frown.

“Ahhh, I’m a bit lost. I got down at the wrong bus stop,” I respond, and the handsome, musclebound half-bull smiles.

“I knew it! It happens every year. Where do you want to go?” he asks, and then I tell him my next class it at the engineering building. He whistles. “Distant, on the other side of campus, more than three kilometers away,” he says, and I grunt.

“I’ll be late then, I guess… or maybe I should give up and wait for the bus,” I comment and he shakes his head, explaining that after the 7:30 bus the next one passed only at lunch hour. I laugh out of helplessness. “I guess I’m fucked, then,” I say, sighing, and he looked at me attentively up and down, as if analyzing everything about my demeanor.

“Well, I can give you a ride, if you want to. I can take you to the engineering building pretty quickly if I run. Despite being more than one ton I can be pretty fast,” he boasts, and I gasp. I know it’s not usual for bulltaurs to give rides to humans, as they felt it’s a bit demeaning. I guess this guy was just so naturally nice and helpful that he’d offer a ride to someone he just met.

“Will it not… you know, harm you… or take you out of your way? Won’t you be late or something?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I’m going there too, anyway. I came here before class because… well, we bulltaurs come here to this field to breed before class, but I needed to come back anyway, and so I can easily give you a ride, you are my underclassman, in fact,” he says, and I nod, not one to refuse help. “Okay, mount me, then,” he says, lowering his rear body and offering me his hand, helping me to climb on his majestic, oversized rear. I sit around his back and then he smiles. “Hold tight, I’ll run,” he says, and I hold his muscular torso with my arms and his thick bull back with my legs, squeezing his udder unintentionally with my feet, as he starts running.

“You are fast,” I comment, surprised, the wind on my hair as he runs, galloping on the fields.

“I told you. Are you comfortable?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes, perfectly,” I respond and he grunts.

“Then, can you stop rubbing my udder so hard with your shoes?” he asks, and I do, apologetically. As he runs across the campus we talk about the university, and about different classes. He jokes, not even panting, talking normally while running non-stop for kilometers carrying me. Eventually I hear a clapping sound and look back—it’s the sound of his manly erection slapping his udder. This lasts for all the rest of our journey, until we get to the engineering building, and Igor helps me down.

“I hope you enjoyed the ride!” he says, smiling, and I nod up and down.

“I did, a lot! You saved my skin!” I respond, thanking him, almost unintentionally caressing his fur, massaging his muscular rear. I am so hard and so impressed by him, it’s crazy. I think I already got a crush on the first day, and even more so due to his handsome and sweaty muscular upper body, looking down on me.

“No problem, man. Call me whenever you need a ride!” he says, surprising even himself. He laughs then and shrugs. “Well, now, I need to take care of those beasts before class, sorry. You can find your way inside by yourself, right?” he asks, pointing at his immense hard erection and his drooling teats under his udder. I nod.

“Of course,” I say and he walks away towards other bulltaurs, and he talks to one, and then the two of them gallop behind a building, surely to breed. I can’t help but hold my breath for a few seconds, before entering the faculty building and coming back to reality. It was so cool to ride a bulltaur, it is amazing! My heart is still racing even just thinking about it! A few hours later, while in class, I see that senior again from a window, walking from one room to the next, and he smiles and waves at me.

My heart flutters. Yes, I have fallen so hard for him. Fuck!

I’m getting more comfortable in the university and more aware of the whole space after a week or so of classes, but unfortunately, I haven’t yet talked again to that handsome bulltaur senior who helped me in the first day. I have noticed, however, that there are quite a number of bulltaurs around campus, and many of them are studying engineering.

“They are everywhere,” says one of my colleagues, as we watched a small herd of six bulltaurs walking around the gardens with their dangling cocks and udders. “But they tend to hang amongst themselves, mostly, my cousin said,” Gabriel adds. I shrug.

“They seem nice and open to normal humans, though,” I say, and my colleague grunts.

“You say that because you haven’t talked to them. They are massive, and use their size to their advantage cutting lines and everything. The only people who like them are the suckers,” Gabriel responds, referring to a group of guys the bulltaurs befriended almost exclusively to milk their thick and fat productive teats, and nothing more—or so it’s said.

“I guess,” I say, not wanting to confront Gabriel’s clearly deep-rooted believes.

“Yea, the dairy bulls want to use us to massage and reach where they can’t, just like we use them for milk… it is only natural, it is a Darwinian thing,” Gabriel continues, making me shrug. I couldn’t truly believe that, because I’m helped for nothing by that amazing bull on my first day. Besides, he put a mutually beneficial relationship in such negative terms… I don’t know why one would do that.

A few hours later, though, we are all at lunch. The room is full of noise and chatting people when one massive dairy bull invades the human canteen and uses his majestic fore legs to push and tumble the juice machine, laughing as orange and strawberry juices were spilled and flowed down the floor. With that loud noise, everyone turns their heads around to stare at the amazing bull, gasps being heard everywhere.

“Now you’ll have milk with your lunch… you, you can take it from my teats!” shouts the gigantic musclebound half-bull, pointing at the lad which had been first in the line for the juice machine. He swallows dry but, fearing to disobey the one-ton-hunk, the first lad lowers himself near the bull’s udder, and milks one of his teats so that the warm drink is squirted from it and splashed into his glass.

“Hmhmmmm, delicious, yes. You will all have milk now, everyone… you’ll all drink milk…” mutters the delightful dairy bull, but seeing as other people frozen in place, he grunts. “Milking me. Now!” he shouts, and the people who stayed in the line start following the first one’s actions one after the other, grabbing one of the bully’s teats and squeezing it, milking the bulky bulltaur and making him delight on it, as his cock hardened and slapped his udders under hundreds of watchful eyes. Everyone is in shock at this, but even ten guys can’t possibly defeat a mountain of muscle such as that bulltaur, and so there is nothing one could do but obey.

“What a fucker! See, it’s like I said!” whispers a violently angry Gabriel. “He wants us milking him, until he is hard… and then what? He will force someone to inspect his ass or massage his cock, perhaps! He is abusing us!” he says, and he is right. But there is nothing we could do. The bull continues panting and moaning as he has his teats caressed and milked by hundreds of different lads, one after another, and his rod hardens more and more.

“You! Yes, you, the judoka! Use your big grappling arms to cuddle my balls!” orders the dairy bull to a jock sitting on a nearby table. The poor judoka stands up and, almost trembling afraid of taking a kick, follows the orders and used his thick arms to hug and grop, massage and fondle the beast’s thick scrotum. “Hmhmm, so good, yes… hmmm, fucking good,” moans the fairy bull while he is milked, with his actual rod drooling more and more pre in time. This continues for a while, with everyone fearing his next order, until two massive bulltaurs break through the closed doors into our canteen, and gallop their way around us humans.

“Oh, it’s him,” I whisper to myself, seeing the burliest of the new invaders is the one bull who had helped me a week back.

“Him, who?” Gabriel asks confused, but by now I’m not paying any attention to him or to the massive bulltaur bully anymore. All my focus has turned to the muscular mountain of lovely muscle coming into our canteen, and a bit to his also greatly oversized mate. The two of them gallop to the bully, and then push him with their massive bodies away from the humans.

“What the fuck, Kevin! I told you not to do this fucking shit again!” shouts the bulltaur I’m crushing hard on, pushing the bully against the wall, as the judoka falls on the ground. Kevin is big and sturdy, though, and pushes back against the other half-bull hunk.

“Fuck off, Mauro, who do you think you are to tell me what to do?” responds Kevin, shoving the handsomest of their kind with his own arms, while the other grunted.

“Okay, that’s enough, asshole!” shouts the third bull stud, pushing his torso against Kevin’s, forcing him to use his arms to resist. Right then, Kevin starts trying to pull away, but the other half-human hunk holds Kevin’s upper parts with his arms, grunting in a one-on-one match of force as Mauro moved behind Kevin.

“No, you won’t get out of this that easy!” shouts Mauro, and then he pushes his massive bull half over Kevin’s, mounting him and forcing him to gasp and stop resisting, as he is topped by a ton of lad muscle, and a massively fat dong slides inside his bull-ass, penetrating him marvelously, making him shriek and gasp.

“Wow, what the fuck are they doing?” asks someone sitting next to me, as the judoka finds an opening to run back to the crowd. Gabriel and I are staring at the physical match between the bull studs totally impressed, as are most other humans. Gabriel, however, turns slightly aside to respond to the question.

“Bulltaurs fight physically like that. Mounting one another is the ultimate way to restrain and dominate between them, look! The bully is conceding, he is panting and…! Wow, he fell to the ground!” gasps Gabriel as more than two tons of bull meat, being Kevin below and Mauro atop, drops down and is slammed the ground, with Kevin’s body perfectly under hunkier Mauro’s control.

“Amazing!” gasps some lads, clapping happily, and I grunt, totally hard in my pants.

“They are so powerful, those bulltaurs, damn!” comments someone else, panting and celebrating the downfall of the bully. I can’t even notice who it is since I can only stare at Mauro fucking and controlling, hammering and overwhelming Kevin with his weight and manly parts.

“You will stop it, or I’ll tell the student council and they’ll have your bull parts restrained!” threatens Mauro, and Kevin grunts, his cock slammed between the ground and his immense bull torso, weighted down by two tons of bull muscle.

“Okay, okay, hmhmmm, ahhh, ahhh, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ughhh! Just let me go…ooooooh!” pleads Kevin, and Mauro slaps his human chest, before pulling away completely, his massive and fat hard cock popping out of Kevin’s gaping hole with a wet sound, before slapping Mauro’s own udder with a massive thud. Everyone in the canteen is clapping and celebrating by now, but I can’t help pant and grunt. Mauro seems to look at me and smile, his rod throbbing under his bull body as he and his mate help Kevin up and then escorted him outside, their assess all thick and their massive cocks all hard and drooling as they walk away, while their 12 teats all drip thick and fat milk on the floor.

“This is crazy!” comments someone.

“Yes, it is… I wonder if they need helping sorting themselves out,” I whisper, licking my lips, and Gabriel frowns at me.

“What?” he asks, confused, and I shake my head.

“Cleaning the spilled juices, I mean, the cleaning staff! Maybe they need help!” I respond, grunting, and Gabriel lifts an eyebrow.

“Yea, maybe dude, I don’t know. Leave that to the professionals… you don’t want to be too close to bull juices, they smell deep and funky,” he says. 

I sigh, but eventually I need to take my leave to the toilet to have my rod squeezed and milked for my own male juices.

As I finish jacking off in the stall, I’m stuck on what just happened. “I absolutely need to get in touch with that Mauro dude… just picturing him in my mind him makes my heart skip a beat…” I think while cleaning my cock and pulling my short back up. “Besides, the relationship between humans and dairy bulls can’t be as bad as Gabriel says, Mauro saved me twice now! And he wasn’t alone the second time either…” I tidy up my shirt, wash my hand and face, and slap my cheeks. 

“Just be strong, you’ll get over it!” I tell myself, staring at my own eyes in the mirror. “Everything will work out, Gustavo!” I grunt at my mirror image, trying to control my heart as I had my cock.

I see the bully, Kevin, a few times on campus after the incident in the canteen, but now he is all well behaved—he’s caged, though, with his gigantic bull cock well and tightly kept inside a locked cage, and his teats are restrained inside pumps connected to a big tank which he carries in his back. That means he couldn’t touch himself, but also that he can milk himself whenever needed by activating the portable pumps, which he often does and one could see it by his mumbling lips and blissful face sometimes while he walks.

“I heard he is also wearing a dildo, but that was his own choice,” says a voice as I stared at Kevin. I turn around and it’s one of the seniors who helped us in the canteen—my crush’s mate.

“Oh, wow, is he?” I ask back, suddenly at attention as I am looked up and down by the hot, tall and muscular bulltaur. To be able to look at his face my head is up at an angle, which is unusual for a decently tall lad like me.

“Yes, and I think it is probably about as big as this…” he says, showing his left arm with his right hand, pointing to his shoulder. “Shoulder length, I’d guess, to be able to fit deep and nice inside a big bull like him,” he commented, and I nodded, licking my dry lips.

“That’s crazy,” I respond, and then grunt. “Thanks for the other day, by the way, it is the second time a bulltaur helps me since I entered college,” I comment, and he laughs.

“No problem, man, we try to keep the peace in campus, but some people are too selfish and cause conflict. But that isn’t representative of all humans, or all dairy bulls, right?” he says, and then offers me his hand. “My name is Cláudio, by the way, what’s yours?” he asks. I shake his powerful and overly muscular hand, quite amazed by his power.

“I’m Gustavo,” I respond, and he smiles as we shake hands.

“So, Gustavo, do you like bulltaurs? I notice you check us out a lot, especially the big bulky ones,” he asks, and I blush terribly. “Like me… or Mauro,” he continues, dragging the last word for a while, and I blush even harder.

“I don’t know if I like them more than average…” I lie, and then grunt, “I do respect dairy bulls a lot…” I add, to sound neutral, and Cláudio smiles seeing me blush and look at the ground.

“Well, you know we are always recruiting people for the Bull Appreciation Society, to help us with our issues and everything,” says Cláudio, and I nod as I connect the dots.

“Ah, the ‘suckers,’” I say, and he smiles fondly but shakes his head.

“We don’t use that word. They are our friends who help us with things like keeping our fur clean, reaching difficult places, scratching and milking, pretty much. They are very helpful, and besides our friendship and gratitude they get a financial assistance from the university for the services rendered to dairy bulls,” explains Cláudio, and I nod, surprised that the so-called suckers did so many amazing things and even get paid for it! Why had Gabriel spoken poorly of them was beyond me. In the middle of our chat, however, the intra-campus bus arrives, and the other guys start moving towards it.

“I will think about it, I need to take this bus!” I say, and Cláudio laughs, following me.

“I go to the same building as you do, remember?” he says, and I stare at him as he follows me to the bus.

“You won’t run there?” I ask, visibly surprised, and Cláudio laughs.

“I do that when I breed before class, but today I bred at home. I don’t want to get all sticky and sweaty without a reason,” he explained, and I nodded, happy to learn more and more of dairy tauric life. Thinking about it, while I had never seen a bulltaur taking transportation yet, it might well have been because I didn’t usually take the university’s internal transportation system.

“I see,” I say, and follow to the entrance into the bus, while Cláudio continues walking with his massive body towards a shorter line of one in the back of the bus. Indeed, while the other humans and I entered through the front and occupied the seats and hallways, Cláudio enters through the back and occupied the final section of the bus alongside another, smaller bulltaur.

“Come this way!” he calls out to me when we are both inside, laughing. “We didn’t finish talking!” he continues, making me blush as everyone stared at me crossing the bus towards the bulltaurs. Finally, I stand between massive muscular and burly Cláudio and a leaner dairy bull behind me, who smells of lavender and is cuter, although he seems interested in watching me as I chat with the bulkier half-human. Apparently, humans moving to the back isn’t something that common.

“Sorry, I thought you just wanted to invite me into the Bull Appreciation thing,” I say and Cláudio laughs, as the guy behind me gets excited and claps his hooves on the floor hearing it.

“Oh, you’ll join the BAS? That’s so cool… we are always lacking milkers! You’ll be very welcome, we appreciate BAS people a lot!” he comments and I slightly turn around and laugh, as Cláudio smiles awkwardly. I manage to look under the leaner bulltaur’s body and his udder seems nicely fat, productive but also red of being well-milked.

“You seem rather fine in that department,” I comment off-handedly, and the leaner bulltaur nods.

“I’m lucky because our mates in the agriculture department are always willing to milk an udder, but it isn’t the same for guys in other faculties. I hear they have issues getting milked often enough, and it can drive someone mad,” he says, and Cláudio nods.

“That’s right… not that it excuses anything, but well, we do lack milkers,” says the bigger stud, attracting my attention. “But anyway, Gustavo, what I wanted to say is that even if you do join the BAS you’ll still be able to choose what activities you join, and how many bulls you want to help,” adds Cláudio and I nod.

“I suggest milking! Milking and cleaning! I milk and clean other dairy bulls myself, it’s always fun!” says the other half-bull hunk behind me, excitedly. I lift an eyebrow, surprised.

“You do? I thought only humans did that!” I say, and Cláudio and he laugh.

“No way!” jokes the smaller bulltaur. “We deserve to help too!”

“Nah, we can all help each other… like, milking can be a little hard due to height and all, but there are ways to do it. I myself milk several bulltaurs you might even know yourself, Gustavo, including Mauro,” says Cláudio, and suddenly I bite my lips, imagining myself touching that gigantic, massive udder of his, and then grabbing his teats and pumping and milking them hard and often. I get hard just imagining it, and drool pre on my uncomfortably tight underwear.

“You do? That’s interesting,” I say, trying to sound passive and disinterested, despite the bulge forming in my pants. Claudio laughs, nodding.

“Oh, yes, I do, it’s hard because he makes a lot of milk, but he helps me back too, so I have to try and dry him out… although that guy needs help, always carrying that massive udder almost bursting with milk, and no one to milk it… must be tough…” he confesses.

Just then the bus takes a severe turn. I barely manage to hold myself up, and end up sliding on the floor and falling on my ass. Worse, though, is that Cláudio’s hooves slip and he falls too, except he falls forwards—one ton of muscle, cock and udder descending upon me. I am squeezed by muscle, as his cock slams my open legs, my whole torso, and my chest, neck and head. I am squeezed by him, as his udder compresses me too, and I grunt, under a massive grownup adult male dairy bull.

“What the fuck!” gasps someone on the other side of the bus, seeing the accident.

“That bull is squeezing a dude! Someone help him!” I hear someone shout, and suddenly the bus stops and people mobilize to help Cláudio up, finding me squeezed, drooling, my clothes drenched in bulltaur pre, and, impossible to notice, my own cum. Eventually some guys pull me up and I start to notice what is going on, as Cláudio acts apologetically towards me.

“No, it’s fine… it’s fine, it’s no-one’s fault,” I say a bit confused, and descend from the bus, even though we’re not at my stop. “I… just need some air,” I say. I wobble out of the bus, followed by Cláudio and the other bulltaur, who are the most worried about me, as the bus leaves.

“You need help, you were squeezed by a gigantic mass of muscle and cock!” says the smaller leaner bulltaur, and, indeed, I feel a bit off, confused, dizzy, and sit by the road-side. “He needs a ride, let’s take him to the hospital!” he shouts now to Cláudio anxiously, but the bigger bull seems to recognize the symptoms in me.

“Are you feeling dizzy, Gustavo?” he asks, and I nod.

“Dizzy and a bit nauseated,” I respond, and Gustavo turns around, pushing his ass towards me—or, more precisely, his massive, oversized and hanging teats, and his bloated udder.

“I know this might sound weird, but I think you need nutrients, and might have had a bad breakfast. Drink from my teats, you’ll feel better… then I’ll bring you to the hospital,” he offers, and I grunt, blushing, not knowing what to say. It is true that I had a poor breakfast—typically I ate nothing in the morning—but was this weakness of my body due to that?

“Do you think it will help?” I ask, looking at those juicy teats of his in front of me, shinning and swaying at eye level, at mouth level. I drool staring at them.

“I honestly do,” responds Cláudio, and the other bull nods.

“Milk is good for young men, for sure. Lads who drink milk grow and are stronger than other boys—my colleagues from agriculture proved it, and it suffices seeing your average vaqueiro!” he says, and I nod, and lean my face down. I grab one of Cláudio’s teats, and then approach it with my lips. Taking Cláudio by surprise, I kiss and engulf his teat with my lips and starts truly and hungrily sucking and suckling from his massive fat teat, which feeds me abundant, delicious, warm and thick hunk milk.

“Hmhmmm, I thought you’d milk me… but suckling is even better… warmer milk, directly into you, from me… feeding… hmmmm, you…” confesses moaning Cláudio, as I suck more and more and feed myself abundantly and with passion. I discover in an instant how easy and natural sucking is, how well a man swallows milk, how delicious it is—and it is so much it runs down my chins. It is more milk than I know what to do with.

“Suckling is the most natural way to feed for sure!” noddsthe other bull, his cock hardening as he watches me sucking and drooling around a bulltaur teat. I’m feeding on so much milk I’m literally getting too full and my belly is starting to show, but at least I feel stronger, better fed. I grunt and my eyes roll, as I experience a burst of energy.

“You done?” asks Cláudio happily, as one teat dries up, and I pull it out of my lips with a loud wet pop, threads of drool connecting his red teat and my red lips.

“Ahhhh! Can I have more?” I ask, and Cláudio huffs.

“Sure, any other teat will do,” he says, and I start suckling from a second, and then a third and then his final teat, for one full hour, on the side of the road. I must drink 50 liters of thick fat milk that day, and I almost faint from the overindulgence. I have to be picked up and carried by the bull studs after feeding, filled with milk sloshing inside me, which my body can absorb easily because bull milk is the natural and perfect source of nutrition for studs.

“I want more… I want to be a sucker… I guess…” I mumble dazedly on the way back. And what I don’t know at the time is that Mauro has passed by and seen me suckling from his friend during that hour I was out there

Cláudio and I exchange phone numbers, so he can guide me into the world of bulltaurs, helping me help them. When I arrive home that night, I receive a message from him with a link to their website where I can read more about the BAS and also file an application. I devour their content—manuals on milking, on how to keep a dairy bull clean and oiled in his udder, how to take care of their cocks and all. Finally, I send an application, and the response comes almost immediately: please visit us tomorrow in our office at the Rector’s building.

I do just that. I leave home earlier and instead of going straight to class I visited the Rector’s building. There, I see a short line of immense hunks and a long line of bulls leading into an office that says BAS.

“Is this for the Bull Appreciation Society?” I ask the last human in line, and he nods. He’s tall and incredibly bulky, looking unreal in his tight clothes.

“Yes, are you here to join or something else?” he asks, and I smile.

“Join,” I admit, and he tells me that I am in the right line. We start chatting about life, studies, college, and then arrive at the topic of dairy bulls. I tell him it is a new thing for me, but that I am very interested in them after they helped me in university. He laughs.

“That’s rare, the rest of us here are all from ranching families. Vaqueiros, you know? Most people who join the BAS are. Only a few are like you, and they don’t usually join in the beginning of the semester either,” says the stud, and I gasp, shocked. These guys are vaqueiros, but they look like they would put comic book superheroes to shame! My interlocutor laughs at my reaction, as the line moves quickly. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not an alien,” he jokes, and I shake my head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that…” I apologize, and shake my head to come back to reality. “It is just amazing, you guys are all big and muscular, tall and bulky…” I ponder, and he shrugs.

“It’s their milk. Bullmilk is the best drink in the world, simple as that. We join BAS to help the bulltaurs, of course; we grew with them in the ranch and love them… but we also need their milk. Back home I could easily suckle from dairy bulls, but here in the city, unless I am in a milking society or dating one of them, it is hard to get fresh dairy bull milk…” he explains, but almost all those words become pale and meaningless to me, except one.

“Wait! You mean you can date a dairy bull?” I gasp and he laughs, rolling his eyes.

“Of course, they’re normal people too! I dated a few in high school but we broke up for college… my dad married one after mom died, and my younger brother is himself a dairy bull. It is not that unusual in areas with high numbers of dairy bulls,” he says, and then smirks seeing my utter and absolute confusion. “And you know what is worse than having a one-ton younger brother? It is having a one-ton younger brother who is obsessed with you milking his fat oversized drooling teats,” he confesses, and I am rock hard in between my legs.

“You are joking, right?” I ask, incredulous, and the dude just pulls off his phone and shows the pictures of a lad just like him but younger and half-bull, both hugging.

“No joke, man, you know dairy bulls can be pregnant just like women, right? Anyway, you can see the pictures, see, see?” he shows picture after picture of his family, his father, his step-father, his brother—front, sideways, painted, wearing a skirt, wearing an automatic milker, being milked by hand, carrying a back of something. It is clear they’re a very tightknit family.

“That’s crazy,” is all I have enough strength to say, and the dude nods, as he puts his phone down after being called into the office.

“Yea, not many people know, but there are many happy mixed human and dairy bull relationships out there,” the jocks says and leaves me alone outside, as I chat with bulls now, but only small chat until I’m called in myself, and they enroll me in the BAS program, giving me a tag and a credit card to take the money when the payment came.

My BAS activities are under the Civil Engineering chapter of the University-wide BAS, which is led by Cláudio and a human named Ambrosio. When he hears of my enrolling, Cláudio immediately sends me a congratulatory message and tells me to arrive earlier the next day to join their activities. Ambrosio, meanwhile, contacts me during lunch, finding me personally and giving me more instructions on what I would have to do and where we would all meat tomorrow. 

Basically, from now on I’d have to arrive earlier at university so we can clean the fur, and milk the massive udders of the bulltaurs member of our chapter of the BAS. Also, we help them put on condoms before they mount and fuck one another, after running like a herd of hunks through the fields before classes as me and some other human guys watch them take care of their natural needs.

In my very first day I already notice that Mauro is there too, and he keeps staring at me as I work around helping the other dairy bulls, milking a couple of them and rubbing their legs and buns. Some have brought dildos that they ask us to insert in their anuses, which we do after lubing them up. Marco grunts seeing all that, and when he runs to the field to breed, he mounts Cláudio and fucks him so hard that the president of the local BAS collapses of exhaustion before massive Mauro is trotting his way back to us, his condom filled with spunk.

“Gustavo!” he tells me, apparently a bit annoyed, as I approach him to pull out his condom and then clean his drooling cock. For some reason I’m red and embarrassed as Mauro looks down on me. “So you joined the helpers,” he observes a bit condescendingly, and I bite my lips. I don’t like his tone, it is judgmental.

“I have,” I respond, and then point at his drooling softening member. “Should I wipe it clean?” I ask, and Mauro grunts.

“Sure… I need to piss too, so if you can point it away from my udder it would really help,” he says, and I caress his rear, which makes his cock tremble before I hold it, pull back his foreskin, and then point it at the ground. Mauro moans and starts pissing a thick stream of golden water mixed with some leftover cum. “Hmhmmmmm, good,” he mumbles, as I hold his cock, until the pissing stream ends.

“Should I clean it now?” I ask, and he looks back and me and nods.

“Sure,” he grumbles annoyed, as I grab a towel and start rubbing his majestic and oversized member. It starts getting bigger and harder again, but I just continue rubbing and cleaning it as well as I can, as Mauro bites his lips and watches over me. “You know, I hoped you’d talk to me first if you were interested in dairy bulls,” he says a bit shily, as we are a bit away from the rest of the herd, and I clear my throat. I suddenly get quite nervous.

“Really? Why?” I ask, trying not to show how much I am liking Mauro’s attention, rubbing and cleaning his cock, how erect I am under my clothes.

“I don’t know… because we met first, I guess? I kind of just hoped you’d talk to me first, I guess,” mumbles Mauro, grunting as I start rubbing his glans. “Maybe I was a bit optimistic, I guess I should have come to you,” he moans, and I try to ignore my heart and continue cleaning. His immense cock is in my hands and I can feel his heart beat through it. It is amazing.

“Come to me for what?” I ask, and he walks forwards, pulling his now clearly erect rod from my arms, as the pole slaps his udder. Mauro then turns around and stares at me.

“To tell you that if you want to touch and play with a bull, that I hoped it would be me and me alone. To say that I wish you didn’t join the BAS because I want you to help only me, I guess,” says Mauro, and I stare at him wide-eyed. He’s such a tall, handsome, hot, lovely and handsome creature, and yet he looks at me as if all he’s worried about is my reaction. I open my lips but don’t know what to respond.

“I… would… have been very confused by those words. It almost sounds like you want us to… eh… have some sort of exclusive relationship,” I respond, and Mauro steps forward, kneeling so his height and mine would be closer.

“I do, I guess… we could at least have a date, and see if we like each other,” he suggests, and I grunt, as he grabs my hands. “I was afraid because many humans don’t like bulls, but you seem to like us… we could at least try… as people, not as human and dairy bull…” he says and I nod my head up and down.

“I… would love to have a date, Mauro, I… damn, I think I’d be lucky if you wanted to go out with me,” I respond, panting, and Mauro slides his arms around mine, pulling me into a tight hug, and then immediately grabbing me and lifting me up, putting me on his gigantic back, and laughing.

“I’ll give you a ride to the faculty building, that way we can go chatting away from the rest of the nosy herd,” he says, blushing horribly as I notice this is a strategy to have me hug him while avoiding eye contact, and showing all the other bulls I’m taken for now, as they stared at us from afar as Mauro started walking away with me.

Indeed, I close my legs around his rear bull body and my arms around his massive erect human torso. My head looks up at his own, which sometimes glances back towards me as we go chatting back to the faculty building. Mauro is so incredibly kind and docile, while being strong and massive, that it is mind-boggling. The dude is listing me the best deserts on campus for god’s sake!

“And finally, there’s you,” he flirts in the end, and I laugh awkwardly but my heart is fucking out of my body and floating all over the skies. Mauro walks carrying me to the building, and then instead of leaving me outside, he continues carrying me inside, towards my actual class. “Beware the head,” he says as he crosses a door, and I do bow right after he does. Soon we are in front of my classroom, and as I go in, I have my heart floating in the clouds as I have a date scheduled with the nicest, hottest man and bull in the whole university! And fuck, neither of us care enough to hide it from everyone else!

Mauro and I start going out, and I change my membership of the BAS to be able to limit my most intimate dealing with the other dairy bulls, and instead focus on taking care of my own boyfriend when it comes to milking and also helping his balls be empty. In fact, we start a small business where I milk him and then we bottle that milk and sell it around campus—which becomes quite popular, particularly with gymgoers and athletes, as bullmilk is known to raise human capacities in the physical realm.

“You have been growing, Gustavo?” asks my father one day, when I passed right next to the refrigerator. “That fridge is 1,9 meters tall,” he observes, and I glance to the side and over its top, shrugging.

“I guess, dad… I am like 1,92 now,” I respond, nonchalantly, but in reality I’m overwhelmed inside as I had shot up five centimeters in height since I started dating Mauro, thanks to a rich diet of bullmilk. In fact, it’s so good and healthy that I’ve started replacing our normal domestic milk at home with Mauro’s pure and delicious bullmilk, to help my brothers without having to answer weird questions from them.

“I see, I didn’t expect you to get a new growth spurt at 19, son, didn’t happen to me or any of your uncles, but I guess it can happen,” my father shrugs it off, and I try to contain a smile. He’s right, but it’s the bullmilk that supercharged my growth too.

“Guilherme also seems to be growing these last few days,” I respond with a smirk, and dad nods slowly.

“True, we have to buy him new shirts. He has been bulking up since his birthday,” dad responds, and I leave it at that while I open the fridge and put in two more bottles of Mauro’s milk inside—they’re consumed like water here at home.

I’m selling bottles of dairy bull milk in the hall of the Civil Engineering building, while Mauro is doing the same outside another engineering department, carrying a portable fridge we had bought on his tauric rear. The milk sells well these days, as we have some loyal customers and other lads always want to experiment it—in fact, more often than not, we end up selling everything we have, and now production is lagging significantly behind. These days we have bottles with photos of different dairy hunks on them, as more and more bulls started supplying milk for us, and we give away a percentage of the profits to the BAS, and another part we use to buy every dairy bull in university their own automatic milker and cock-pump, in case they need it.

“Disgusting, man… not only are you a sucker now, but you are playing cowboy with one of them—you, a sheltered city boy!” mumbles Gabriel passing besides me, making me frown. Everyone around us stops what they’re doing and looks at him, and then at me, to gauge my reaction.

“What? Now I can’t date a dairy bull because I don’t come from a ranch? You do, but you seem more prejudiced about them than anyone else here,” I respond, and Gabriel laughs while shaking his head.

“Do whatever you want, sucker. Spread that milk around, worship your half-tauric boyfriend. One day you’ll find out these beasts aren’t normal people, and don’t come crying to me then!” responds Gabriel, and I close my fists with anger. The way he’s talking about the dairy bulls annoys me, but what can I do? He can say what he wants and do what he wants, and I can’t stop him at a time like this.

“They’re more human than you are, asshole!” I respond, and Gabriel rolls his eyes and grabs his bulge.

“Humans my ass! If your boyfriend is so human, how can half of his body be that of a bull? This is what is human,” he says, patting his bulge, and then turns around and moves away, leaving people in shock, and me totally angry. Clearly not everyone is sympathetic to dairy bulls and the way the BAS deals with them, but I don’t know why I should care about what they think.

After we start dating, Mauro and I meet at the entrance of the university every day before class, and he gives me a ride to the big and wide dairy bull fields where I first met him. There, I dismount from his amazing back and then rub his fur, as he grunts and purrs in delight. I take his bucket out of his backpack, and then set it under his immense udder; right after, I start milking his oversized teats, making him pant and drool in the process, as I kiss his bloated milk-maker and rub his cock with my shoulder and elbow.

“Hmhmm, I love being milked by you, Gustavo,” moans Mauro, as I smile after filling a whole bucket of milk. I pour the milk into our glass bottles, and then rub Mauro’s teats with my fingers teasingly.

“Maybe that’s why your milk is the most delicious,” I respond before I start suckling his milk with my thick red lips, devouring and swallowing so much of his thick liquids as I suck and suck and almost bite his majestic teats, making Mauro tremble and gasp. He loves it so much his cock quickly achieves its full size and I feel it slapping his udder as I swallow absurd amounts of milk—easily eight or ten liters at once, making my belly look bloated and chubby, but in fact preparing for some additional height and muscle buildup later. “Done,” I say, gasping, pulling my lips away from his chubby teats with milk running down my chin.

Smiling, and under Mauro’s attentive watch, I stand up and pull my shirt off—I start undressing, even though we are outside, since we are all BAS members.

“Let me hold those,” Mauro says with a nervous smile as I take off my shirt and pants and expose my nice and muscular, growing tanned body, as well as my hard cock and thick ass barely contained by briefs. It is amazing how much mass I had put on since we started dating, and now I’m easily the most jacked out of the dudes who didn’t grow up with dairy bulls around them—at 192 centimeters of height and 119 kilograms of sheer and bulky muscle, I’m an unrivalled stud.

“There!” I say and push my own underwear down, quickly throwing it on Mauro’s head. My briefs fall on his face as my nice and fat thick long cock slaps my abs well above my navel, and Mauro grunts breathing in my manly smells.

“Hmhmmmm, fuuuuck, you smell so good! Jack me now, Gu,” he begs, not even taking my underwear from his face, and rather just spreading his rear legs. Naked, I grope his balls, and then let them rest against my abs, as I grab and then hug Mauro’s 143 centimeters of cock, and start jacking it up and down while also holding it in between my legs for greater pressure and pleasure.

“Fuck, so thick and heavy, hm, ah, hmmm!” I say, pumping my arms and torso up and down with much labor, which also serves almost as a workout for my whole body. Meanwhile, Mauro pants harder and harder, as my cock slapped his shaft, and his glans rubs and gets massaged by my thighs, while drooling deliciously warm pre down my leg.

“Hmmm, hmmm! Fuck, fuck, your whole body is milking my cock, Gu! Fuuuucking good!” moans Mauro, as we continue having fun, my whole body working, hugging and jacking his member, as his hands touch his own pecs, pinching his nipples and groping his abs and chest. I then lean my head forward and kiss his anal hole, and lick its muscle ring before pushing my tongue inside, which makes Mauro tremble furiously. “MOOOOOOOOOOOreeeeeeee!!!” he shouts, and the other dairy bulls which are arriving for their own breeding all glance at my delighted and delightful boyfriend, as he’s jerked, rimmed and we frot asymmetrically all at once. This lasts for several more minutes, until I let go completely of Mauro’s cock, which then slaps his udder hard, making him tremble and moan in confusion.

“You are so amazing!” I say, my arms covered in pre as well as my legs and my whole body. Mauro is panting, close to achievement, and I then shove my hand and arm up to the shoulder deep in his intestines, swirling it inside. “So fucking tight!” I grunt, and then push my other whole arm in, swirling inside to massage the gigantic bull from within, making Mauro tremble, pant, and moan.

“MOOOOOOOOreeeeee, moooooooooch moooooooore! Ahhhhhhh, gwaaaaah!” he moans and drools and trembles, panting. His fronts leg collapse, and his ass is then pointing up at me, as I kiss and manhandle his insides, until sweaty Mauro comes—his balls contract against my chest and pump their milk through his immense shaft, flushing it in powerful jets on the green glass. Mauro ejaculates a gigantic amount of spunk and for a long while, while trembling, swearing and mooing; his insides twitch, massaging my arms, and even pulling me in, as I feel my feet leaving the ground. As Mauro’s two tons of muscle ejaculate frenetically, his inside muscles suck my body inside his anus, first my head, and then my torso more or less to the middle, until I am halfway in and halfway out, my cock slapping his buns and my legs crossed around his dick.

When Mauro is done, he pushes me out of his ass, and I fall on the grass, also panting. Mauro stands up a bit confused, and comes to me, picking me up with his human arms, and sitting me on his shoulders. “You haven’t come yet,” he observes, and swallows my dick at once, vacuuming it with his lips while galloping to the nearby beach. As he polishes my cockhead and swallows my dick up and down, he enters the ocean water, and gallops around the shore until I orgasm. When I feed him my spunk, he pulls my dick out of his lips, smiles at me, and throws me into the water. We both laugh.

“Mauro!” I shout laughing as I come out of the water totally soaked, and then run to him, mount him, and kiss his lips. After that slowly move back to the herd where we picked our clothes and milk bottles from where we left them and socialized with the members of the BAS and the other bulls. After a few minutes we go wash ourselves in a nearby hose, because we are too messy a couple lads, and since the sun dries us fairly well, we get dressed again before going to class.

Gabriel arrives in his home town at the bus station for the holidays. Leaving the bus with his bag on his back, the stud sees his whole family waiting for him outside, waiving at him and holding a sign. He rolls his eyes consciously, but can’t stop himself from smiling.

“How is our favorite college freshman doing?” asks his father, hugging him tight. The tall and immensely muscular older man makes Gabriel feel small, even more so because he has lost weight during his months away from home.

“Did you not make friends with dairy bulls in college?” asks his other dad, picking Gabriel’s bag and putting it on his bull back. “You don’t seem like you have been drinking enough milk, what about the bottles your brothers send you?” he interrogates, concerned with their youngest son’s relative thinness, and knowing he’s sometimes bratty about drinking milk.

“I received the bottles, yes,” says Gabriel, not lying but not telling the whole truth either—he had dumped all his older brother’s milk in the drain while he was away.

“Let’s talk about it later, love,” says the smaller human parent, before being picked up to ride the bulltauric dad, who sighs.

“Sure… but this isn’t over, Gabriel,” warns the massive dairy bull, frowning. Gabriel bites his lips, but shrugs, and then turns to his older brothers.

“Do you want to ride me or Tiago home?” asks Gabriel’s oldest and biggest brother, looking down at his smaller sibling. Gabriel shrugs.

“Whatever, you, I guess; Tiago runs too fast,” says the youngest of three mixed siblings, and the only one who came out human. His middle brother frowns looking at him, while the eldest lifts Gabriel up and sits him on his bull rear.

“Come on, correct him, Diego! I haven’t done that in years and…!” protests Tiago, grumbling cross-armed until he’s interrupted by the eldest sibling.

“You lost weight, Gab… a lot of weight…” observes the biggest bull, turning around to follow their parents who are already walking out of the bus station.

“Diego, he’s still all hung up on that accident from years ago. Tell him he can ride me and I’ll be most careful!” protests the middle son, as Diego frowns, turning around and looking at Gabriel sitting on his back compressing his muscles as he knows his brother is suspecting something.

“Let it go, Tiago,” orders the elder, and then he shakes his head while glancing at Gabriel. “As for you, I don’t know what you were doing in the big city, but here you’ll be on a strict sucking diet, Gabriel! As eldest as we get home, Tiago and I will be suckled, and it will be by you,” announces the middle brother, making Gabriel’s eyes roll as the jock grumbles and protests. “I said I don’t care; didn’t you hear me? Your lips will be around our teats, and our milk will flow down your throat. We will see the rest later,” finishes Diego, serious, and Gabriel sighs, as Tiago’s teats start drooling and the two dairy bulls start running outside to return to the family ranch.

After the Conference on Dairy Bull Issues and Adaptation, Cláudio goes to Kevin, who is not wearing his automatic teat pump, but is talking normally with another handsome dairy bull. Cláudio frowns, a little worried, and approaches the smaller bull.

“Hey man where’s your pump? Trying to get independent from it now that your probatory period has ended?” asks the president of the BAS in their faculty. Kevin blushes, as his massive and productive udder is addressed directly.

“Yes, I want to improve my self-control, and since there’d be many dairy bulls here, I thought it would be like a safe space to come out with my teats hanging loose…” responds the handsome but troublesome taur, and Claudio bites his lips.

“I understand, but you are responsible for any lapses you have… are you sure it’s not better to continue using your pumps for now? Maybe detach from it slowly, one teat at a time? Having a milk pump isn’t a shame, some guys make more milk than others, its normal…” Claudio reminds him, but Kevin shakes his head, putting his massive arms atop Claudio’s shoulder, and hugging him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you need to help me again like last time, but it won’t happen. I’m well-milked now, I have a support system, and even joined a Milk Charity Club. Now I’m frequently sucked from by guys with digestive problems who need to subsist on bullmilk… that’s why I have be sure my teats are dry and will try to carefully disconnect from the pump…” admits Kevin, and Claudio is surprised. Donating milk is such a noble thing to do, especially to those with food issues who can only ingest milk or for whom milk is necessary in their diet. He looks at Kevin with other eyes now, seeing as he’s really trying to help others and not allowing himself to harm them.

“Oh… I see… good luck on that, man,” responds Claudio, proudly slapping Kevin’s back. Kevin smiles shily, and nods.

“Thanks, and if I need help, I’ll come to the BAS too, next time,” he says, and Claudio smiles and nods, before they go their own separate ways.

Guilherme is at his gym where he is being measured. He’s shocked, staring at the weight the machine is showing him—how can he possibly have gained 7 kilograms in a single week? One kilogram a day?! That is impossible, beyond impossible, actually! His confused and handsome self gasps looking at that number, and so he asks one of the coaches to come check his weight.

“What? It is clear there, lad, 92 kilograms, did you expect more? You are huge as it is… how tall are you?” asks the big coach, and Guilherme grunts.

“I am 182 centimeters tall…” he whispers, and the coach snorts.

“No, you are not, you are taller than me and I am 183… you look like you would be around 188, 189, just below 190,” he responds, and Guilherme frowns, confused. As the coach leaves him, the teen gets down from the balance and picks up his things to go to the locker room. Slowly, the confused lad walks across the hall, drinking some of the milk shake his older brother Gustavo is making for him these days.

“What the hell? I can’t be taller than Gustavo… he’s 187 and he’s definitely taller than me!” thinks the young stud, entering the locker room to find several other 18-year-old lads in different stages of undress—they gasp as Guilherme shows up, due to how big he’s getting these days, all over, and how much he’s filling his tight undersized clothes.

“He must be wrong, he’s probably lying to sound taller himself,” the teen hunk thinks of the coach, as he walks to his locker, opens it, and starts undressing himself with some difficulty due to the tightness of his clothes. As Guilherme pulls on his shirt around his massive torso and pushes down his shorts his thick and hot thighs, one of his mates comes out of the showers wearing only his towel around his waist.

“Hey man, damn! You have grown a lot since we last saw each other here at the gym! What the hell have you been eating?!” comments a surprised Julián, Guilherme’s childhood friend who had moved to another school for their senior year of college. Guilherme grumbles at the comment, turning around to his dripping wet friend.

“Why does everyone say that?! I haven’t grown that much, I don’t see it, honestly!” he complains, and Julián lifts an eyebrow.

“Oh, man, you most definitely grew a hell lot! I was just about your height and weight a month ago, and now you are definitely bigger than me!” says Julián, clearly having to look up to look Guilherme in the eyes, as he took his towel off and opened his own locker. Naked, his floppy teen manhood slaps his legs, heavy and proud, and Julián smiles. “I guess there at least there’s no amount of exercise that will make you overtake me down where it matters most,” boasts a smirking Julián, and Guilherme rolls his eyes, putting his own towel around his hips before pulling off his underwear, as the nice and naïve humble boy he is.

“Come one, don’t be a pussy!” comments a disgusted but curious Julián, as his cock starts fattening a little. “We are all men here, just undress!” he defies the bigger lad, and cute albeit muscular Guilherme shrugs, but concedes, as his face reddens. He unwraps his towel, and finishes undressing under everyone’s watchful eyes—revealing to them his massive orange-sized balls and his 21 centimeters of cock, entirely soft, which hung atop the voluminous scrotum drooling a stream of glistening pre.

“There I admit I have grown… had to go through two sizes of underwear already,” admits the teen, shily, as his cock slaps his leg right above his kneecap. Julián grunts seeing that, and immediately pulls up his underwear, before he got an erection in front of other lads. As soon as that is done, he puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I’ll wait for you outside, and we’ll go home together, all right?” he says, ultra-serious, and Guilherme shrugs and nods, as he’s used to with going home with his good childhood friend.

“Sure,” the bigger teen says back, allowing his cock to sway naturally as he moves his weight between different legs to push down his underwear.

“And then you’ll tell me everything you have done this week… in details… there’s no way there isn’t something behind your size growth, dude… fuuuuck, you are massive everywhere,” moans Julián, amazed by how his immense friend’s cock, buns and muscles moved as he pulled his underwear out. “And… we should measure it up, I mean, measure you up! Fuck… we should… fuuuuck, I mean, we should definitely measure you up, fuck… shit…” gasps Julián, embarrassed, confusing his words as his underwear slowly develops a pre stain, and he blushes hard.

“Sure, I need to shower before we go, man, see you in a second,” responds inattentive, cute and hot Guilherme, oblivious to the effect he’s having on his usually straight friend, and completely unsuspecting of the fact that Julián is devising devious methods to get his hands on Guilherme’s piece of meat in the next few hours.

Mauro runs across a big farm field carrying Gustavo on his bull back. The field is full of dairy bulls, party decorations, and tables with delicious food. There are humans too, about half of the crowd in fact, although—unlike Gustavo—those had come by car and are now walking on their own two feet.

“Sorry we are late,” says Mauro, as Gustavo picks a wrapped-up box that Gustavo is carrying on his back and hands it to their dairy bull host, which smiles.

“No problem, cousin, I’m glad you two could come,” says the big and muscular bloated up bull. He’s smiling, his teats connected to a portable pump which constantly milked him, and his bull body clearly oversized and expanded as it’s hosting a growing baby bull.

“How many months?” asks Gustavo, smiling as he sees the thick bull belly.

“Seven, only three more to come,” responds the host dairy bull, with a smile.

“We are delighted to be hosting you two, by the way. Please feel at home,” adds Mauro’s cousin’s husband, a thick and big human man who is standing next to Mauro’s cousin with a hand over his pregnant bull belly, massaging it.

“No, thank you for having us,” Mauro responds with a smile, and then they part ways as Mauro and Gustavo go grab some food, while the hosts of the baby/calf shower go talk to other guests. While Mauro and Gustavo eat, the hosts move on with the activities and sit next to one another on a prepared pile of pillows in the middle of the tables, and people cheer as they start the event, opening the gifts, which are mostly things baby bulls needed.

“Ohhhh, diapers!” someone laughes, as a big gift is opened up and it’s a bag of diapers.

“It is never too much!” someone else comments, and the guests laugh, as Mauro’s cousin and his husband opens more and more gifts, thanking the person or couple which presented it to them. Mauro and Gustavo watch a bit at a distance, despite the fact that when their gift is opened—it’s a set of baby toys—the pregnant couple thanks them directly, making everyone’s attention turn to the other mixed couple in the party.

“Wow, they’re cousins…” Mauro can hear, as distinct whispered explanations crossed the crowd, and the event continued. Much more important, though, is that Gustavo is smiling wide during the whole thing.

“I guess it is real… it is for real…” Gustavo comments to Mauro’s ear. Mauro glances back, frowning a little confused.

“What is real?” ask the dairy bull, handsomely surprised while he’s hugged by his jockish human boyfriend.

“Your cousin is in a mixed couple and he’s having a baby with a human… it is real… I guess I hadn’t registered it until now,” Gustavo explains with a certain weight to his voice that made Mauro warm inside as he nods back.

“Yea, it is real. It is possible… I told you,” Mauro says with a proud smile, and Gustavo kisses his lips.

“I know… I see now… thanks for getting us an invitation,” Gustavo says in between kisses, and soon the two need to go to a tent set on the side for dairy bull milking and cock draining for a few (dozen) minutes.

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The attack of Tchutchuca by brazboy A weird phenomenon takes place in the old colonial city of Paraty: after a strong tide, the sea turns a bit sweet, and its scent is enough to drive the males in the small town mad. Some say it’s the work of the devil, others swear it down to the old local monster Tchutchuca. The state government sends a biologist to investigate, but there is little to be done other than witness history. 8,430 words Added Jul 2022 8,285 views 4.6 stars (7 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Hyper Cum•Public Orgasm•Multicock•Straight to Gay•Muscle Growth•Increased Libido•Gradual Change•Getting Taller•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase •M/M/M/...

The maturing ceremony by brazboy Out of all the sacred moments in a lad’s life, none is more amazing and important than his maturing ceremony. Dinis will, led by his own older brother, find in it the chance to become an improved version of his hunkish self. 3,858 words Added Sep 2023 3,882 views 4.4 stars (5 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Public Orgasm•Extra Mouths•Multi-abs•Multicock•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Multipec•Multitongue•Multitorso•Stacking•Muscle Growth•Transformation•Incest•Brothers•Complete •M/M/M/...•M/t

Alassares and the prince of centaurs by brazboy Oblodun, the twelfth prince of the Centaur Khanate, is a close friend of Alassares, the second prince of the Northern Empire, and as such he asks his talented mate for a favor: will he help cure the lonely centaur of his homesickness and horniness at the same time? 3,008 words Added Feb 2022 5,084 views 4.3 stars (3 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Transformation•Human to Animal/Anthro•Centaurs•Fantasy Realm •M/M