In Search of Bull: Mardi Gras

By Carl Finlay

The story is about Carl and Doyal’s sexual adventures together and their trip to Mardi Gras. It’s their interaction with other men that Carl usually brings into their relationship. Doyal’s the easygoing type and Carl’s the adventurer, always wanting to see who’s out there and when he runs into someone he thinks Doyal would like, he introduces them into having threesomes, hoping they’ll become regular play buddies for them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796052039

Carl Finlay

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Copyright © 2019 by Carl Finlay.

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Rev. date: 08/29/2019

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Contents

January 7, 1988

January 10, 1988

January 29, 1988

February 8, 1988

February 10, 1988

February 12, 1988

New Orleans

With special help from

Doyal Geoffrey Chambers,

Doak Taylor,

and thanks to Loki and

Casper (Denny Jamenson).

January 7, 1988

WEDNESDAY

Snowing out all day, and roads were a mess but not enough to keep Kidhere home. Thought, Why not see if there was anyone at the local rest area? Arrived shortly before 7:00 p.m.

Just my luck, there was three snow removal trucks just hanging out, nothing going on inside or out. Short time later, they were underway. Figured it’d take them twenty or thirty minutes to get the place cleared. So I hung around.

7:30 p.m., two semis pulled in back to back, parking on the car side and not in the truck parking area, which wasn’t full.

Figured both truckers were together—seeing that both got out at the same time and headed to the restrooms as if they were. Didn’t pay that much attention to either, both dressed for the weather in heavy outerwear.

Short time later, the truck in the rear headed on its way. Ten to twenty minutes later, the trucker in front strolled out looking too good to be true. In his midtwenties, he looked stocky enough but I couldn’t really tell from way he was dressed, so I didn’t give him much thought, figuring he’d be heading on his way too.

That said, I concentrated on the steady stream of traffic heading in and out. Seemed to be nonstop action, so again, I figured I’d go in and see if anything was going on.

Snow removers seemed to be moving in slow motion, or so it seemed to me, seeing that I was wanting them gone.

There seemed to be one or more hanging around out front, inside, or by door all the time. Finally gave up, heading back out to the car. That’s when I noticed a young trucker looking out a rolled-down window, taking in the sights just like I’d been.

Seemed friendly enough, but with all the commotion going on, I just wasn’t sure where he was coming from or what he was thinking.

By now it’s going on eight. Had convinced myself that surely they wouldn’t be much longer.

Retrieved binoculars from the glove box and focused on the side mirror to see if I could see just what the young trucker was up to. Fortunately, he’d parked perfectly for viewing. That was the good part. The bad part was, my windows were dirty. Ended up getting out and cleaning them as the trucker watched.

I was starting to think he might be thinking sorta on my same mind-set—getting his dick sucked.

8:30 p.m., the driver of one of the plows came over, asking if I’d move to other end of park so they could clean the area I was sitting in.

Dude was a breathing heart attack! Ended up backing in behind the young trucker driving a flatbed that was loaded and tarped.

Soon as they had the area cleared, I cruised back to same spot I’d been parked, checking out stud buddy with window rolled down checking me out.

By now I was totally convinced he was interested in more than surveying the mostly empty parking lot.

Approaching nine by the time two remaining snow plows headed on their way, leaving a van with a lady and this cutie supervisor who really had done nothing but supervise. He was clad in brown coveralls and looking all hot to trot.

Then I thought I saw trucker’s front right blinker come on but wasn’t 100 percent certain. Blinked my right blinker once and waited. Sure enough, saw the right blinker come on for one final blink. I was shutting down the engine.

Soon as I stepped out of car, I noticed him looking out the window, now completely rolled down, smiling. No brainer. Strolled over to his rig as I watched him disappearing into the rear bunk.

Hesitated but figured if he weren’t interested, he’d have the door locked. Finding it open, I climbed in, and as I glanced around the corner, I saw that he was in process of taking his pants off. Telling me, Roll up the window, OK? He sounded nothing like he looked. From the voice alone, I would’ve said he was a six-foot-six 250-pound brahma bull. What I saw was a young six-foot trim buck stretched out in his birthday suit.

Scooted into the rear compartment (stand-up variety). Sitting down on bed next to him and taking ahold of his rock-hard nine- to ten-inch circumcised boner deluxe as he grinned sheepishly.

Name’s Carl.

Luca. He had a deep, husky accent.

Leaned over and swallowed the upper half, and to my utter joy, I found it too big to handle, at least from sideward angle.

Ditched my boots and climbed into his bed in between outstretched legs, devouring boner or trying to; but for some reason, it wasn’t totally fitting. Could only shake my head, thinking it might be bigger than I thought. It had me energized.

Looked up at him, had his arms crossed at back of his head, grinning from ear to ear. No doubt amused by my grumbling under my breath.

Hopped up on all fours, leaning forward to see if I could get a better angle at trying to swallow the iron-stiff wrist-thick circumcised beauty. But still had inches left out of range.

Sat back, taking my leather jacket off and tossing it into the front driver’s seat. When I looked back around, he was jacking off, more than eager to help out.

That’s when I realized he wasn’t all that much bigger than me, maybe five feet ten and 170 pounds. He was not overly muscular, more on leaner side, but what he lacked in bulk, he more than made up for with a horse-size dick. More in the ten- or eleven-inch range with a strong arch that was giving me all my problems—no bend was bone hard.

As he jacked off, I ducked under, licking balls dwarfed by a coke-can-thick root that was gigantic. Lifted his legs up for him. I think he thought I wanted to lick his ass, but truthfully, it hadn’t entered my mind.

Once the seed was sowed, figured why not, so I just lifted his legs over my shoulders, going in for a sniff test.

I got a whiff of raw—nothing obvious to stop me but had me backing off, opting to devour balls one at a time, then both.

Heard this little voice telling me to go for it as tongue was rooting itself into heated pit. At the same time jacking him off as he held his legs back. Realized it wasn’t as bad as I thought—just really strong, potent, sweaty conditions that as soon as taste buds had, it wanted more.

Had Kidhere hyperventilating. I was so excited. I switched back to devouring both balls together, about the size of an extra large egg.

Upchucked family jewels and French kissed his sweaty hole like it was his mouth. Was kissing me back under all-out moaning spree and wiggling his ass back into my face. I was gnawing on either side of inner thighs, licking up and down the crack, and back to gnawing at the root with my nose firmly planted into his heated pit.

Hearing loud moaning ruckus, I realized he was probably already 100 percent primed and that it might not take much to finish him off. Reached up, gently gripping and rotating baby-size nipples between fingertips. That had him sounding as if he were getting ready to unload.

Thought I’d back off but soon as I did, he started jacking off in slow motion. Maneuvered back up into a squat, leaning forward and sucking upper half, pushing his hand down. At the same time playing with nipples.

No heated pounding. It was more or less bumping hand against mouth and lightly stroking boner. He thoroughly loved having his nipples caressed.

Then this overwhelming urge came over me to suck his asshole, and as I was lifting his legs, he was pulling them back for me and letting my tongue work its magic. Wasn’t jacking off but tuber was pulsating wildly all on its own. That had him sounding anything but bored.

Pigging out, you might say. I had asshole-massaging tongue each time it pries itself as deep as it could, kissin’, lickin’, flicking tongue, and giving the rectum an all-around loving bath.

All the while I was trying to keep an eye on him. He had the hottest grunting and groaning sounds that literally had me firing in my pants.

Jumped a couple times seeing juices rolling out, thinking he was too close to call, so I switched to sucking plump head region. But I soon came to the conclusion that so what if he squirted before I could get to it? Licking cum off furry stomach wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have to do.

He had dark brownish-black straight hair, heavy brows (the street light in front of the rig had us aglow, and we hadn’t bothered to close flap), squared facial features, with a groomed goatee and mustache. Manly, masculine features.

He was jacking off right-handed with his left up; held up like maybe he was riding a bull or something. Showing off huge, fat, stocky hands, it was totally the opposite than his build would suggest.

He was also wearing a wide gold wedding band.

Making my rounds, he seemed to enjoy everything, but getting his ass tongue fucked seemed to get him groaning louder than anything.

First up was sucking both balls while gnawing on a coke-can-thick root. Had mouth stretched to the max. Had him massaging my head and letting me know he liked what I was doing. Then as I was upchucking jewels, he was pushing my head toward his asshole. French kissing his pit had him up in arms. He was wiggling his ass, getting into things, and moaning loudly.

Don’t know why, but I just knew I’d better get a jump on his hand. Then just as my mouth was about to cover egg-size mushroom, cum exploded like a rocket.

At first he balked at me swallowing boner out of his hand, but finding Kidhere relentless. Realized he was squeezing off the explosion. And when he let go, bombs exploded. Had my right hand lodged over his asshole, and he had his asshole clamped around my fingers, lifting off the mattress and letting throat muscles drain him of every last drop.

It was like chugging hot cream. Fucker was a feast. I was gagging, coughing, and force-feeding throat muscles to let boner stay put all under heated ruckus.

Only thing he did was push his hand in around base, as if he were going to push my head away, but it was only keeping boner pushed back up right for me to devour at will.

Listening to his ruckus of moaning, groaning, and sometimes even crying screams, that would’ve been worth all the fun, even if he’d not produced but a couple shots of custard.

That said, when his boner was finally being barfed out, I was upchucking the sweetest-tasting custard, letting plunger bring it out and lighting up taste buds too much to stay up with. It seemed every time his fingers would lift of the root area, another gusher would gag me. Until finally, he just pulled his hand away, letting the remainder gush into throat and letting head region clear passageway to push load on down into gullet.

He lay there motionless, moaning and rolling from side to side, like a 250-pound burly trucker who’d not gotten off for days on end.

Hard to say when he actually stopped squirting. Don’t think I’d ever met anyone who had so much cum. And seeing that he wasn’t stopping me, I continued sucking like I was just getting started. And except for an occasional sitting-up position grunt coming over my head, he just stayed sprawled out.

Think my hands explored every inch of his body. He was not into lifting weights, so he had no bulky mass. All I knew was that he had the hottest ass with lean, compact small cheeks.

Stayed put for the longest, devouring boner until it started deflating, only losing its girth but none of its length. At some point, I realized I was truly sucking an entire tuber. Thought mushroom had been too big to punch its way in, but now I wasn’t having any problems with swallowing it whole, to my utter delight. It felt absolutely unbelievable pulsating inside throat muscles.

I upchucked long enough to catch my breath. Sucking bare head had him shaking all over. Slowly, I let it glide back into my throat, pinning balls under my chin. It seemed that as long as it was stuck in my throat, everything was cool.

But I figured I’d give him a break, so I maneuvered around, sitting up next to him. He was thanking me over and over as I was planting kisses all over his swollen dick, lying lifeless atop of his hip.

Slid hand up to his chest, patting it—no belly, no excess baggage. He had this tuffie-buck-sorta demeanor, even giggling at my insistence that I give his dick one final all-over licking but was sounding anything but pissed. Even when he couldn’t take any more, he was willing to let me play.

Picked it up then let it flop. It was simply amazing how big his dick was staying. Totally awesome that from head to root, it was all the same thickness. I could wrap both hands around it with thumbs overlapping and fingers completely interlocking, and the fucker wasn’t even hard.

Hopped out of bed, pulling boots back on while he stayed sprawled out, hands locked back his head, grinning ear to ear.

Scooted out into driver’s seat pulling on coat. That’s when I noticed he definitely wasn’t fully prepared for this type of weather. He was wearing size 8 40520.png low-cut athletic shoes. Nowhere close to the size his dick said they should be.

I boldly exclaimed, Thanks, that was a lot of fun, buddy!

I heard a loud rousing No, thank you, partner! as the door was slamming close behind me as I hopped down.

Didn’t stick around. It was already 9:30 p.m. when I was backing out to see if he was going to take a nap or head on his way out to Houston, Texas, which explained his deep masculine drawl.

January 10, 1988

Here let me lower the seat for you! I reached across Mark’s lap, bumping an elbow into boner he was stroking.

Mark said, Oooh yeah, this is better! He stretched out, stroking with one hand and pulling out a bottle with his other.

He held the bottle up for me to see, and I realized he’d brought along mineral oil—his lube of choice. You don’t mind, do you? He handed it to me.

Not at all. Just makes it easier for your dick to fuck my throat!

Feeling tongue, he said, Oooooh, aaaah, hoooo, feels good. Ummm, glad you don’t mind doing this in your car!

No hands needed, boner was standing on its own, throbbing erratically. Feeling my tongue lapping through piss opening and licking off precum, I chuckled. It’s fun anywhere we play!

That’s what I like about you. You make it fun. Feeling fingers enclosing around his shaft, he started humping my hand and fucking my lips. Ooooh, suck it!

No sooner had seven-inch boner eaten out of hand, he forcefully pushed me away. Oooh, suck my ball … ooh my god, yeaaaah. His entire body shivering like he was standing out in the cold.

Drops of precum was jettisoning out each time tuber would pulsate and flex its muscle. I ducked under, devouring both balls, gnawing thicker root as he was a putting chokehold on boner, trying to get it to calm down.

Knew I wasn’t helping his cause. I unlocked jaws and gnawed wrist-thick root as he was begging me to stop.

Suddenly, his ass rose off the seat. Turning toward me, he spread his legs, knowing I was trying to get my tongue stuck in his asshole.

I was gnawing root, pulling on balls, and rooting my nose into heated pit. Reached down, fingering balls out of my mouth, and letting tongue explore. Had him raising up over me, trying to see if I was going to make it.

And I realized my tongue wasn’t going to reach no matter how hard he was trying to accommodate me. Turned attention back to his balls—sucking both, yanking them down out of his hand, and swallowing both as he was flopping back in the seat, sprawling out, bouncing around, and letting me gnaw on the root.

Figured I needed to slow it down. I upchucked balls, playfully gnawing and licking every inch of boner as it throbbed around my tongue. And from the way he was sounding, he had the Kidhere ready for almost anything. No sooner was I putting lip service on plump mushroom than his hand slid in under, pushing my mouth away. Suck my balls!

It’s a game he plays. When he’s this ready, want even let me suck.

Knowing this made me try to not squirt off before he did. Backed off, sliding my right hand underneath his ass and squeezing lean, tight cheeks while planting kisses side his hand.

Feeling fingers massaging his ass, he flexed a couple times. No sooner did he relax than he let fingers slide in between cheeks.

Gripped my head, positioning mouth right over top hand he had squeezed around upper boner/mushroom. Oooh, I’m getting darn close!

Hearing this, I started trying to eat boner out of his hand. Felt his fingers loosening their grip, letting mushroom slide into my mouth for me to nurse.

Sucked upper half, then he just let go, forearming my head down. Then almost as fast, his other forearm came up under my chest to get me off, yelling, Oooh, NO!

My left hand was sliding in around the root, pushing balls up on shaft against my mouth, giving him no choice but to let me play.

Had tuber’s erratic pounding pinning my tongue down—shooting out a jet stream of sweet, milky custard, blowing bubbles back out around tuber. Tasting custard, I removed my hand, letting him force my head down in his lap for the grand finale. Always has one, though delayed like he’s through, then it just unloads. Seems I can never be fully, really. Then I just started barfing as eruption exploded deep into inside hungry throat muscles, causing me into making a huge mess to clean up.

Not one to be lost for words but was paying his Ooooh, Carl, you gotta stop, ooooh please. Uhhhh, nooo!

He was holding my head pinned down in his lap, forcing me into keeping his dick down my throat, no matter what he was saying.

Soon as he fell back, head exploded off boner. He let out this most sincere Oooh, Carl, that’s all you get. Sorry! This had him laughing. Hearing what was coming out of his mouth, squeezed his hand around the head region, putting it out of service.

Raised forward, kissing top of his hand. Is that right!

Looked at me, grinning. Until next time!

Soon as he let go, he reached over me between knees, pulling bikini briefs up from around ankles. Oooh, that was good.

Scooted back over into my seat, patting swollen tuber, watching him pulling pants up, fingering tuber’s thickness over top material until he zipped under my hand, chuckling. See, you still want more!

Looked at him, chuckling. Always! I gripped his crotch, squeezing shaft.