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Bull Balls at the Bar
Down at the local tavern there is a guy who drinks, gets drunk and shoots his mouth off often. His name… Bull O'Neil. He is, as his name would imply, a fiery Irishman with a temper and drinking disposition to top them all. He is known to frequent a local bar several times a week, mostly on weekends. Drinking is Bulls specialty. Several bottles of beer are downed with whiskey chasers starting about 4:00 in the afternoon. Bull is a large man with masculine features like the Marlboro man in many ways. At 6'5" and 275 lbs. he rarely gets fight invitations or a second look while at his cockiest. His crew-cut brown hair and massive muscular build make him pretty intimidating.
Two of his overwhelming characteristics, a big mouth and a thick cock with two meatball sized nuts. Everyone at the bar knows this because on many occasions he bets someone, a guy or a girl, one thing or another to show them off. A favorite bet of his he calls "Rack 'em". While playing pool with someone, Bull will unzip is pants and pull out his balls then place them in a corner pocket. He will then challenge the opponent with a $100 wager that he can take a slam to balls created by a cue ball launched from across the table. The player is to hit the cue ball as hard as they can to the corner pocket and slam into his awaiting nuts. If he passes out, the challenger wins the hundred bucks. If he does not, he wins it.
Another bet is with women. He would bet them that they couldn't stuff the head of his cock into their mouths A hundred bucks was on the line if they could do it. As forward as it sounds he got a lot of replies based on his reputation as having a thick stick. Most hoped he would offer the wager just to see or try sucking on his massive rod. If they couldn't do it they would have to give him head as best they can until he shot his sticky cum on their faces. As a loyal member of the bar myself, I have seen these bets performed several times, always with Bull standing to collect the cash. The bar where I visit is a small dimly lit hole like you would expect in the downtown district. The customers range from local ironworkers to firemen and blue collar. Bull fancies women and gets in a handful of ass when he chooses, even if she belongs to a nearby boyfriend.
One night a beautiful blond walks in and sits at the bar. Busy playing pool, Bull spots the young thing, sets his stick down on the table and proceeds towards her. Rebecca is her name. She just took a job at the local mill in the shipping department. Tonight is the first time in the bar even though she has heard of the strange tales that come from it. The ones about the big Bull. As Bull approaches Rebecca looks away not to appear interested in the hunk of man just feet from her.
He asks gruffly, "Hey baby, what's a hot blonde like you doing in a place like this?" Bull was not known for his lightning wit or impressive one-liners. Rebecca turns slowly to him and mentions she would like to play some pool if some guy had the balls to challenge her.
You know that these are magical words for the tough man and he yells into the pool area, "CLEAR A TABLE... I'm gonna play!" Rebecca, leaving her purse behind, walks to the pool table, now available. Bull sets up the game and invites his new challenger to break.
"I like to break the balls," she belts so everyone can hear. This makes the locals keep an eager eye on their game and Bull’s nuts to churn in excitement. She aims the cue carefully and slams it into the rack making the balls scatter across the whole table. A stripe and solid go into pockets at the same time.
Bull is impressed and walks up behind Rebecca and whispers, "Nice break, I like the way you rack the balls," as he massages her firm rear end.
"You like that..." she replies, "then you will probably love this..." as she positions the butt-end of her pool stick between Bull's legs leaning it against the table. The next move was impressive; she leaned forward on the cue and leveraged the tail end up into his groin. A dull thud was heard and his hand dropped from her ass and he grunted lightly. Rebecca went on to the next shot as if this happened all the time. Bull's look of frustration and curiosity made him want more. Shot after shot Rebecca slowly set up the billiard balls and slowly cleared the table.
"How about another game big boy?" Rebecca howled to the loser. He nodded and she waited as he set up for the next game. Bull left to get a pitcher of beer, as he would need it if she were to keep beating him at pool. When he returned with two glasses and the brew, Rebecca had missed the third shot and the table was open. As Bull walked up to the table Rebecca met him and put her hand on his protruding bulge in his crotch and squeezing lightly.
"I like playing with balls," she says softly.
Bull's cock was on the rise as he replies back to her, "Try squeezing harder, I like it rough." Throughout the game each player took turns at the table and exchanging grabs and feels when they felt the urge. Rebecca was squeezing Bulls meatballs harder each time she walked past enjoying the feel of massive ball mass pressured in her grip. Bull was enjoying all of it and encouraged her to do more one time by stuffing her hand down the front of his jeans. She could feel the two hot orbs pressing against his jeans. She would hold one ball at a time in her hand and grip down with more and more pressure until she saw a motion form Bull that he could feel what she was doing.
This went on for some time as Rebecca worked his nuts back and forth. The time came finally on the 5th or 6th pitcher and the 10 or 11 game when Bull unzipped his pants and placed his balls into the corner pocket, place a $100 dollar bill on the table and barked the challenge. The rest of the bar gathered around for this one. Most of us have never heard a girl much less a guy break a rack like she could.
Rebecca accepted the offer and snapped back, "Why don't you pull out your cock too... an extra hundred bucks says I can make you cum as well.” Shucks, this had to be the boldest counter-offer he had heard yet. “So what the hell,” he thinks, and tugs on his member to enter the evening air. It hung there in all its glory. Some girls sighed and others giggled as his manhood dangled down into the pocket and began to rise to the occasion.
"Ready when you are!" he bellowed. Rebecca set the cue ball in the far corner pocket for distance. She was pacing herself watching Bull's cock slowly rise making his dangling jewels come into view. She stretched her arm way back, slowly studying the shot and snapped forward with a powerful swing. The cue ball raced across the table and hit the targets dead on. "SMACK" rang out around the bar. Everybody was watching and waiting for the result. After a few moments Bull's eyes rolled up and he coughed, staggered back and fell onto the floor... passed out!
Rebecca got half of her wager with one swift shot. Determined to collect the second she motioned a couple of guys to pick him up and stand him next to the table as he was before. When they finally propped him up she took his now swelling balls and placed them into the pocket, one on top of the other.
As Bull started to come to she stepped up to him closely and said "I heard you had the biggest balls in town, and I always wanted to bust the biggest pair I could find." As he became more conscious, she said, “Well, let's collect on the second half of the bet..." Rebecca reached for the eight ball and used it to stuff the enormous nuts of this proud man into the corner pocket. The crowd went wild as cheers from the guys and girls shout at random. As she pushes down on his ever-aching balls his cock comes partially to life and arcs over her hand pointing at the tabletop. He starts to groan a low tone as his head falls back and his back arches away from her torturous hands. Rebecca leans in with increasing pressure until his groans become more audible and thick cum starts to drool from the bulbous head of his cock, down the thick shaft and onto the table.
"That's it!" she proclaims and takes the last hundred from the table edge and leaves the black ball on-top as a memento. Rebecca downs the last of her beer as a couple of guys around the table become interested in the situation. They decide to move Bull over to the end of the table and rest his balls on the green felt against the back rail. Two guys hold him as others form a line to take shots at his exposed and completely vulnerable balls.
The first guy takes a shot firing the three-ball into his leathery ball sack. THUD! The sound is heard as the ball crashes into both of his nuts making a spurt of cum jump from Bull’s cock. The guys are really getting into this trying to outdo the last guy by making the white jets spurt farther and farther from the source. One of the guys got a 'three-footer' he was declared the winner as the guys holding Bull couldn't keep him up.
Rebecca smiled while looking at the mess of cum all over the pool table. She thought to herself as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Another set of busted balls to add to her collection and a notch on her garter belt.
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