My First Experience as a Bull
I was nervous. Bulls don’t get nervous, do they?
I guess it’s called “imposter syndrome.” I mean, I look the part. I spend a lot of time in the gym. I take steroids, like lots of them. It even affects my mood. But man, does it make me swole. If I were gay, I would definitely want to fuck someone with a body like mine.
I’ve got plenty of ink, too. Mostly Celtic crosses and Irish type of shit that celebrate my mother’s side of the family’s ethnicity.
Finally, my dick is seven inches long, erect. I measured it. Granted, I measured from the base of my pelvis. I mean I’m like borderline material as far as dick size. But it is thick. And I know when I fuck women they go fucking crazy, so I figured, I could measure up.
When I started working out at the gym, a lot of the guys there told me about doing porn shoots and they invited me to do it too — not for the money. The money was shit, but they said the girls were fun to fuck. No thanks. I have a career. The last thing I need is for my bosses to find out I did porn.
Then I heard from a guy in the gym about being a bull.
“You fuck hot women in front of their husbands,” he said. “The husbands jerk off. It’s crazy. I have no idea why, but these guys actually get turned on watching a stranger…
