{ "submission_id": "3686402", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "523", "keyword_name": "bisexual", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7554" }, { "keyword_id": "1668", "keyword_name": "bovine", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "8939" }, { "keyword_id": "9108", "keyword_name": "breeding", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "11191" }, { "keyword_id": "374", "keyword_name": "bull", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7712" }, { "keyword_id": "603", "keyword_name": "cow", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "12687" }, { "keyword_id": "28584", "keyword_name": "cows", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "186" }, { "keyword_id": "18650", "keyword_name": "exploration", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "835" }, { "keyword_id": "3583", "keyword_name": "first time", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4179" }, { "keyword_id": "236", "keyword_name": "gay", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "153386" }, { "keyword_id": "11507", "keyword_name": "male/female", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "99575" }, { "keyword_id": "10308", "keyword_name": "male/male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "129416" }, { "keyword_id": "1494", "keyword_name": "mating", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "6091" }, { "keyword_id": "18312", "keyword_name": "steer", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "82" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "0", "create_datetime": "2025-08-16 04:35:26.053426+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "16 Aug 2025 06:35 CEST", "last_file_update_datetime": "2025-08-16 04:26:29.412378+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "16 Aug 2025 06:26 CEST", "username": "bearwithin", "user_id": "322096", "user_icon_file_name": "448031_bearwithin_saint_icon.jpg", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/448/448031_bearwithin_saint_icon.jpg", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/448/448031_bearwithin_saint_icon.jpg", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/448/448031_bearwithin_saint_icon.jpg", "file_name": "5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "100", "thumb_huge_y": "100", "thumb_large_x": "100", "thumb_large_y": "100", "thumb_medium_x": "100", "thumb_medium_y": "100", "files": [ { "file_id": "5680924", "file_name": "5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.rtf", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "submission_id": "3686402", "user_id": "322096", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "6c16b64880544a156db7b81c908f6d34", "full_file_md5": "6c16b64880544a156db7b81c908f6d34", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "3e36efa6fc12f04a4701531bb0373d21", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2025-08-16 04:26:29.412378+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "16 Aug 2025 06:26 CEST", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5680/5680924_bearwithin_frank_and_stormer.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "100", "thumb_huge_y": "100", "thumb_large_x": "100", "thumb_large_y": "100", "thumb_medium_x": "100", "thumb_medium_y": "100" } ], "pools": [], "description": "[i]Frank the steer is unhappy, despite all the delicious summer grass he's managed to find. He just can't stop thinking about Stormer the stud bull. But that's crazy - he's supposed to be interested in cows, right? And Stormer would never have time to talk to a lowly steer, anyway. Surely a top breeding bull couldn't be interested in Frank...[/i]\n\nThis is quite a silly little story for bovine fans. It's hard to believe that I wrote this nearly 20 years ago!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Frank the steer is unhappy, despite all the delicious summer grass he's managed to find. He just can't stop thinking about Stormer the stud bull. But that's crazy - he's supposed to be interested in cows, right? And Stormer would never have time to talk to a lowly steer, anyway. Surely a top breeding bull couldn't be interested in Frank...

This is quite a silly little story for bovine fans. It's hard to believe that I wrote this nearly 20 years ago!", "writing": "[b]Frank and Stormer[/b]\nTheo S. Bernard\n \nIt was a fine morning in late summer and the sun was already warm on Frank's back as he stood on a little hill and looked out over the lush pastures below. \n\nFrank tossed his head and swished his tail, reveling in the delicious smell of fresh grass. He had been nibbling at a tasty patch, but he wasn't really hungry. Early in the morning he had spied a little dell full of lush green rye, and he had enjoyed a rather good breakfast. \n\nIt was just about time to find a shady tree and have a snooze for a couple of hours. He needed to keep his strength up for a busy afternoon of more eating, after all. \n\nAs Frank gazed down the valley, Stormer the breeding bull wandered into sight. Stormer was large, and his powerful muscles moved silkily beneath his liquid black hide. Frank felt his stomach tighten in excitement at the sight, and he couldn't help but stare at the enticing form before him. His eyes traced out the proud head, the broad, muscular shoulders, the softness of the neck as it curved down into that heavy chest. The solid forelegs, and back along Stormer's belly to... \n\nFrank shook his head. \"Stop it!\" he told himself firmly. \"You're a bull! You like cows... you love those big, angular hips, perfect for giving birth to calves. You love those dangly udders - they really excite you. That's what bulls like!\". \n\nHe knew he was kidding himself, of course. Try as he might, he just couldn't make himself interested in cows. They were OK to talk to, of course, but they held no excitement for him. \n\nAnd despite Frank's well-proportioned sleekness beneath his dappled red and white hide, he would never be heavy and muscular like Stormer. \n\nFrank was a Steer. \n\nHe swallowed and blinked back a tear. You are what you are, he thought. Nothing you can do about it. Best go find something tasty to nibble. And DON'T think about Stormer. Dammit, he was supposed to like Cows. Wasn't that what all the other young bulls, and even steers, had spent all their time talking about? \n\nFrank sighed and started down to the shady side of the hill. Here cool hollows were shaded from the sun by scattered Poplar trees, and delicious patches of clover could be found if you knew where to look. \n\nA tasty snack was just what Frank wanted. He nosed amongst the grasses, looking for the most succulent clover plants. Then he stopped, for right in front of his nose was a stem with four round leaves. \"Huh\", he thought as he reached out his tongue and delicately dragged the stem into his mouth. He chewed it slowly, savouring its sweet, juicy taste. \"It's my lucky day\". \n\nIf you're not bovine and have never tried it yourself, you won't appreciate the allure of that small, round-leafed plant. Frank had soon forgotten his troubles as he meandered through the dappled sunlight and shade, teasing the best and most juicy leaves out of the surrounding grasses. He didn't really pay attention to what he was doing and where he was going, and he barely noticed the large black bulk that was drawing near to him. He got rather a surprise, then, when he stretched out for a particularly nice-looking plant and came nose-to-nose with a black face. \n\nFrank jerked his head up in surprise, and found himself looking into the dark eyes of Stormer, who was barely a few feet from him. \"Uh....\" he heard himself stammer. \n\n\"Young Frank!\" Stormer murmured, and Frank realised that the bull had been enjoying the clover as much as he himself. \"Young\" was hardly accurate, since they couldn't have been more than a few weeks apart in age. However, promotion to the status of Breeding Bull did allow Stormer to command a certain respect from his former play-mates. \n\nFrank had not been so close to Stormer since they were calves, and he was at loss for what to say. However, he did notice the warm, masculine smell of the bull, and those wonderfully muscled flanks were even more enticing at close range. What would it feel like to submit willingly to that powerful maleness, to feel that weight and strength over his back... \n\n\"Stop it!\" he told himself. \"You must look like an idiot standing there and staring at him! What if he decides to give you a shove with that big head of his, just to knock some sense into you!?\". But Stormer was smiling slightly. Frank realised he must be blushing furiously. \n\nStormer was looking at him slightly sideways, a hint of laughter in his dark eyes. What beautiful eyes, thought Frank, and knew he must be blushing harder. \"Heh, don't worry\", murmured the bull, \"I don't butt...\". \"Unless you want me to, that is.\" he added with a wink. \n\n\"I... Uh... Hi, Stormer.\" Frank managed to say, backing off just a little. \"Nice clover over here, eh?\". \n\n\"Mmm!\" Said Stormer, reaching down and blissfully chewing the bunch that they had both been reaching for earlier. \"You know, \" he said with his mouth full, \"I've been meaning to find you and say 'Hi' for a while. I don't see nearly as much of the boys as I used to, what with all the breeding duties... \" Stormer lapsed into silence, perhaps not wishing to sound boastful of his enviable position. \n\nI ought to play along with the whole macho-bull thing, thought Frank. \"So, hows it all going with those good looking cows?\" he said, trying to show an enthusiasm he didn't really feel. \n\n\"Well now!\" said Stormer. \"It's great, as you can imagine!\". He pawed idly at a small clump of stalky grass. \"Well, to be honest Frank, just between you and me, it does get to be hard work at times. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do love the cows and everything, but sometimes I feel like I need a break!\". \n\n\"Um, I see... \" Frank mumbled, unable to imagine even what it was like to be excited by cows, let alone to get tired of them. \"Yeah, cows are great... You're pretty lucky.\" At least I guess you must be, he added privately. I don't really get it, myself. \n\n\"Hey\", said Stormer, \"why don't you come up the valley with me this afternoon. There's some sweet young cows up there who should be getting to an interesting hormonal state, and I'm sure they would love to meet you - they sure seem to like me. And, I don't mind if you watch me, you know...\" Stormer gave a big wink. \n\n\"Well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea...\" Frank suddenly felt quite shy and a little scared of the big bull. He'd seen bulls in shoving matches when there were cows around, competing with each other to impress the ladies. \n\nStormer seemed to guess his thoughts. \"Oh, don't worry...\", the bull said, and glanced meaningfully towards Frank's rear end. \"I uh... don't think you're too much of a threat in that department.\" \n\nFrank couldn't think what to say, and the sudden silence highlighted the difference between them. \n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry Frank.\" Stormer suddenly looked chagrined. \"That was rude of me... I shouldn't have been so forward anyway. I'm sure you've got better things to do than hang out with cows. Forget I said anything.\" \n\nStormer looked genuinely sorry, and Frank suddenly felt a pang of something that went beyond a mere attraction to the bull's muscular form. He quickly suppressed it. However, he was rather curious to visit the cows - he certainly didn't see much of them these days, as they tended to stay at the other end of the valley. He told himself that more contact with the females could be just what he needed. \n\n\"Well actually, I'd like to come, if you don't mind!\". Stormer brightened considerably at that. \n\n\"You would?\" He replied. \"That's great! I feel like a wee nap now, but we'll head up there in an hour or two. For now, I'm going to munch a little more clover, then have a sleep. Got to save my energy!\" He winked again. \n\n---\n\nStormer and Frank walked up the valley together in the hazy mid-afternoon. Stormer chatted amiably about his favourite swamp-grasses, but Frank wasn't really listening. He could think only of the wonderful masculine form that was walking near to him, and his mind buzzed with the excitement of seeing that body in action. \"Stop it!\" he kept telling himself half-heartedly, \"You're here for the cows!\". \n\nThe upper part of the valley opened out into an area of grassy knolls and secluded depressions. The cows were spread out, some in groups, some on their own. the breeze carried their odour to the Frank and Stormer. To Frank they smelled warm and feminine, but it meant little to him. Stormer, however, seemed to find the odour greatly exciting. He raised his nose in the air and took a large sniff. \"Can you smell that, Frankie?\" he exclaimed excitedly. \"Glorious!!\". With that he raised his head again, flicked his ears back, and gave a throaty bellow. Frank was in awe, watching the muscles of his chest flex. \n\n\"Come on, lets get acquainted!\" And with that, Stormer set off in the direction of a nearby cow. Frank followed at a distance, fascinated but also a little shy. \n\nFrank had seen the mating of bulls and cows before, of course, but only when he was a young calf - and he had never paid much attention to it. Now, however, he found he was fascinated. Stormer was quite absorbed, and paid him little attention now that he was in the presence of his girlfriends. The cows also ignored Frank, but he didn't mind, content to hang back and observe. \n\nThe cows, he thought to himself. Aren't they great? So... attractive, so desirable. But even as he thought it, he found himself watching Stormer more and more. And the virile young bull was certainly a sight to see. \n\nFrank found he loved watching Stormer's self-assurance as he interacted with the cows. He was confident of his position as prime stud bull; he exuded strength and dominance. Yet ultimately it was they who decided whether they would be served or not. \n\nHe would approach them with swagger, perhaps engage them in conversation about the grass or the recent weather. More often he would use one of a number of rather lewd pickup lines; they knew he was talking rubbish, and they loved it anyway. If they were 'in the mood', they lapped up his attentions, adoring him as Frank now adored him from afar, wanting him. \n\nThe first cow they met acted bored at first, but gradually warmed as Stormer bantered with her. His nuzzling of her rear clearly told him she was more interested than she acted; Frank could see the bull's breathing quicken in excitement even from some yards away. \n\nStormer became a lot more interested in rubbing against her body than in talking. He started by licking her shoulders and neck, while she closed her eyes in pleasure. Then he turned and worked his way back along her flank. He leaned his bulk against her while he nuzzled at her rump and tail. \n\nFrank watched, his excitement growing with Stormer's. The bull's pinkish cock had started to protrude slightly from its sheath, and occasionally a little squirt of liquid shot out. \n\nAfter a while, Stormer reached a level of arousal which he could no longer contain. He stepped away and turned so that he stood behind the cow, pawing the ground a couple of times and breathing hard. He leaned forward and began to nuzzle gently at the slit of her vulva. She raised her tail and urinated, the warm stream raising dust where it dropped to the ground. The bull caught a little in his mouth, and raised his head while he inhaled and his sensitive nose sampled the chemistry of her body. \n\nDeciding that she was indeed ready, and that his efforts would not be wasted, Stormer stepped decisively in towards her, and rested his chin on the base of her tail. Her back arched slightly, and her tail went up. Frank watched in awe as he thrust his forequaters forward and up, rising onto her back. \n\nThe cow stepped forward several steps, causing Stormer to drop back to the ground. He pawed the ground again, and then followed her forward and braced himself to mount again. \n\nThis time, she stood still with her legs slightly apart and tail raised. Stormer arched over her back and wrapped his forelegs firmly around her waist. Frank could see more liquid squirt from the end of his cock, which now probed forward. After a couple of initial thrusts, he managed to find her vagina. \n\nHis cock was hard and smooth, and relatively thin. With several small thrusts of his hips, he worked deeper into her, and Frank, unable to stop watching him, could hear him panting and moaning slightly in pleasure. Then he gathered himself, gripping the cow's rump hard, and thrust forward deeply. He gasped as he poured his semen deep into her. \n\nStormer dropped to the ground, his long and slick cock still exposed. His breathing gradually slowed, and his member slid back into its sheath. He shook his head, then turned and walked away a little, looking satisfied with his performance. The cow he had served stood for a while with her back arched and a little of his juice still dripping from her. Then she lowered her tail, and also walked away a few steps, looking similarly satisfied. Presently Stormer turned and walked back to her side, where he leaned against her and rubbed his cheek against her neck. She gave him a little lick, and then wandered off in search of more tasty grasses to chew. \n\n---\n\nFrank spent several hours in the upper part of the valley, alternately watching Stormer, munching grass when he felt hungry, and lounging in the shade. He even chatted with several cows, but his heart wasn't really in it. Soon he found his gaze returning to the bull whom he had come to strongly admire. \n\nAnd Stormer did not disappoint. He served four cows that afternoon, one of them twice. He chatted with a good few more, while sampling their smells and testing their moods. Every time Frank saw the look of satisfaction on his face, he thought the bull would be finished for the day; however within a few minutes, surrounded by the enticing aroma of the cows, he would start to get excited again. \n\nAs the afternoon wore on, Frank started to feel quite hungry, and visions of a particularly lush patch of grass started to tempt him. Leaving Stormer to his duties, he made his way back down the valley. \n\n---\n\nAs Frank stood and chewed thoughtfully, he kept thinking about his afternoon. There was no denying it. Like it or not, he found Stormer irresistible. He would give his best patch of grass, just to be able to rub against that beautiful black flank. The cows, on the other hoof, held no such interest for him. Frank sighed. \n\nBut now that he admitted it to himself, things almost seemed easier. Why should he bother to try and be the kind of male everyone thought he ought to be? He wasn't a bull anyway, dammit, and he was no use to the cows even if he had been interested. \n\nAnd his love for Stormer seemed like the one thing in the whole world which was truly his. It made him unique amongst all the other fat, boring steers. Of course Stormer wouldn't be interested in him, and his feelings had a certain tragic hopelessness to them. Still, it gave him a little glow of joy to feel them. \n\nFrank heard a rustle in the grasses, and looked up to see the object of his desire standing in front of him. He stopped mid-chew, then gulped. \"Uh, hi Stormer!\" was all he could think of to say. \n\nThe bull paused a moment and seemed to look him over. \"Hi Frankie!\" he said, \"Did you have fun today?\". \n\n\"Oh yeah!\" blurted Frank, before he could stop himself, \"You looked great...\" Then he felt himself blushing hotly, and he buried his nose in some succulent shoots to hide his embarrassment. \n\n\"Well now\", chuckled the bull, \"You liked watching that, did you?\". He shuffled a little closer to Frank, and lowered his voice. \"I rather liked the thought that you were watching!\". Then he looked around furtively. \"Don't tell anyone that, will you! I'd never hear the end of it...\". \n\nStormer was hilighted by the late afternoon sun, emphasising the lines of his noble head. Frank looked into his beautiful dark eyes, and suddenly his heart was full with love and desire for this huge, strong male. And the knowledge that his feelings would never be returned was suddenly too much for him. He swallowed and turned away, but he couldn't stop the tears that welled up. \n\n\"Frank?\" Asked the bull over his shoulder, \"Frankie? What's the matter?\" and the concern in the bull's voice just made Frank sob harder. \n\nHe was about to walk away, ashamed, but suddenly he felt a warmth and weight against his flank. Stormer was rubbing a shoulder against him. \"Please tell me what's the matter\", the bull asked softly. \n\n\"I...I'm sorry\", sniffed Frank, \"It's just... I don't really want to talk about it.\" But he did want to talk about it, and soon he heard himself saying \"It's you, Stormer. You're so wonderful, I just can't stop thinking about you...\" \n\nShut up, a part of him was bellowing, Don't say that, He'll pound you into the ground. Worse than that, He'll never speak to you again!. \n\nBut then, to his surprise, the big bull sniffed too, and a tear ran down his magnificent cheek. \"Oh Frankie...\" he murmured, and chuckled. \"Why do you think I came looking for you? I think you're the most sweet and adorable steer I've ever met... I was hoping to spend more time with you.\" \n\n\"You really feel that?\" Frank was bewildered. \"I didn't think... I mean, what about those cows?\" \n\n\"Ah Frank, just because I find cows exciting at times (it's my job after all), that doesn't mean I want to spend all my time with them. In fact, at this hour of the evening, I'd really rather be with you.\" \n\n\"Do you mean that?\" Frank was searching the bull's face for any sign that he was pulling a cruel joke, or that he was actually about to grind Frank into the ground. But Stormer looked genuinely sincere. \n\n\"Of course I do, Frank. I'm a bull; you know I would never lie about something like that.\" And with that, he stepped up and rubbed his head against Frank's shoulder. Frank nearly melted with joy to feel that wonderful strength so close to him. \n\n\"Now come on, Frankie, I'm hungry and I want to know where the best grass is in this part of the valley!\" \n\n---\n\nAs the evening closed in towards night, they stood together and watched the sun setting. They had enjoyed a tasty meal, and Stormer had complimented Frank several times on how good he was at finding the best grasses. Franks heart swelled with pride. They had chatted a little, but mostly, they had eaten grass together in a contented silence. Frank was happy just to be near to the bull and watch his movements, graceful despite his bulk. \n\nAs they stood together, Frank felt a growing sense of desire for the Bull next to him. \"Stormer\", he asked languidly, \"Do you find me... you know... attractive? I mean, like a cow?\". He felt silly asking such a question - it almost seemed absurd - and yet he held his breath, waiting for the answer. \n\n\"Well Frankie\", the bull rumbled, \"I wouldn't say I feel the same about you as I would a cow. It's different.\" Frank felt his heart drop, and he didn't realise how much he wanted Stormer to want him. \"Cows are cows, you know? I mean, they smell so good, I can't refuse.\" \n\n\"Oh\", mumbled Frank, deflated. \n\n\"But YOU,\" Stormer continued, \"You are really sexy, if you don't mind me saying. You don't even need hormones to attract me.\" \n\nFrank felt excitement surge. Stormer the bull thought HE was sexy! \"Um, do you mind if I... um... lick you a bit?\" Frank knew he was blushing again, but he desperately wanted to explore more of the bull's irresistible body. \n\n\"Mmmm I think I could handle that!\" came the deep reply. \n\nFrank didn't need a second invitation. He reached out his tongue and began licking and nuzzling Stormer's muscular shoulder, then worked his way down across his friend's neck. The bull stuck his head out and moaned quietly in pleasure. Frank worked his nose under Stormer's chin and rubbed against him, loving the feel of the heavy muscles beneath the skin. \n\nHe turned and began licking along the bull's flank. Then slowly, he worked his way downwards, until he could get a good look at the sheath along Stormer's belly. It was full and well-formed. He extended his tongue and gently began to work on it. \"Mmmm... oh yeah...\" Stormer moaned, obviously loving the attention. \n\nHe felt the bull's breathing quicken as he worked his way back along the sheath, and delicately poked his nose between the bull's massive rear legs. There the mighty testicles hung, looking firm and strong and masculine. He felt Stormer gasp a little as he began to lick there, and then his friend moaned some more. \n\nSuddenly Frank felt a warm, rough tongue on his own rump. As he continued to lick between the bull's legs, he felt Stormer nuzzle at his back leg, then explore between his legs. He also felt his heart quicken as the bull worked his way back up towards Frank's tail. He couldn't believe it could feel so good. \n\nAfter a few minutes, they parted, breathing hard. \"Stormer... I want you...\" Frank murmured. \"I want to feel you on me, in me...\" \n\n\"Mmm, I would very much like to 'serve' you, Frank...\" Stormer gave his ear a little lick. \"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle...\". \n\nFrank was almost dizzy with anticipation, but also quite nervous. He could hear Stormer's deliberate, heavy tread as he walked around behind Frank, savouring the moment. Then Frank closed his eyes and stretched out his neck in pleasure as he felt the bull nosing at his ass again. Involuntarily, his tail raised. He could feel the bull's warm breath as he snorted slightly and pawed the ground. And then He felt the soft weight of Stormer's head resting on his rear. He braced himself slightly... \n\nSuddenly the bull reared up and Frank felt Stormer's weight on his back. Stormer's forelegs locked around his waist. He was surrounded, covered, held by the hot strength and incredible power of the bull's body. He ached to have Stormer's strong seed inside him. \n\nStormer was thrusting forward gently, not quickly as he did with the cows. Frank felt wetness on his rear as a little liquid shot out in anticipation. Then he could feel the soft-sharp point of the bulls cock against the skin of his leg, a little below his ass. \n\nStormer shifted slightly, and probed forward. Then Frank felt the hard slickness as the bulls cock slipped into his anus. \n\nSuddenly he felt taken, owned, almost a part of Stormer. He belonged to the bull, to do with as he pleased. And he gave himself happily, to be held in that powerful embrace. \n\nStormer was in excellent control of himself, and slid his cock in much more gently than he had with the cows. Frank thrilled to every new depth probed. There seemed no limit to how far the bull's cock would slide into him. It was hard and hot, but not excessively thick, and Frank felt no discomfort. He floated in a cocoon of pleasure, every nerve alight and dancing in the symphony of their joining. \n\nStormer began to work his cock in and out, gasping and moaning with pleasure. Frank could feel the muscles of the bull's belly working as he thrust inwards each time. His thrusts got steadily deeper until at last Frank felt the bull grip him even tighter with his forelegs. Stormer gave a final moan and thrust himself extra deep. As he did, Frank felt the bull's muscles contract and he poured out his hot semen in one glorious rush. Frank felt a wonderful warmth wash over him, the closest thing to sexual climax a steer would ever feel. \n\nStormer stood still with heard pounding for a few seconds, then slipped off Frank's back, and dropped back to the ground. A little of his semen still dripped form his cock, which quickly slid back into it's sheath. \n\nThey stood together for a long time in the diminishing twilight, rubbing necks. Eventually, Frank murmured \"Mmmm that was very nice, Stormie. I hope it won't ruin the performance of your duties, though.\" \n\nStormer nibbled Franks ear. \"Don't worry\", he replied, \"There's plenty of me available. And always remember, no matter how many cows there are, I'll come back to you. You're the one I love.\" \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Frank and Stormer
Theo S. Bernard
 
It was a fine morning in late summer and the sun was already warm on Frank's back as he stood on a little hill and looked out over the lush pastures below.

Frank tossed his head and swished his tail, reveling in the delicious smell of fresh grass. He had been nibbling at a tasty patch, but he wasn't really hungry. Early in the morning he had spied a little dell full of lush green rye, and he had enjoyed a rather good breakfast.

It was just about time to find a shady tree and have a snooze for a couple of hours. He needed to keep his strength up for a busy afternoon of more eating, after all.

As Frank gazed down the valley, Stormer the breeding bull wandered into sight. Stormer was large, and his powerful muscles moved silkily beneath his liquid black hide. Frank felt his stomach tighten in excitement at the sight, and he couldn't help but stare at the enticing form before him. His eyes traced out the proud head, the broad, muscular shoulders, the softness of the neck as it curved down into that heavy chest. The solid forelegs, and back along Stormer's belly to...

Frank shook his head. "Stop it!" he told himself firmly. "You're a bull! You like cows... you love those big, angular hips, perfect for giving birth to calves. You love those dangly udders - they really excite you. That's what bulls like!".

He knew he was kidding himself, of course. Try as he might, he just couldn't make himself interested in cows. They were OK to talk to, of course, but they held no excitement for him.

And despite Frank's well-proportioned sleekness beneath his dappled red and white hide, he would never be heavy and muscular like Stormer.

Frank was a Steer.

He swallowed and blinked back a tear. You are what you are, he thought. Nothing you can do about it. Best go find something tasty to nibble. And DON'T think about Stormer. Dammit, he was supposed to like Cows. Wasn't that what all the other young bulls, and even steers, had spent all their time talking about?

Frank sighed and started down to the shady side of the hill. Here cool hollows were shaded from the sun by scattered Poplar trees, and delicious patches of clover could be found if you knew where to look.

A tasty snack was just what Frank wanted. He nosed amongst the grasses, looking for the most succulent clover plants. Then he stopped, for right in front of his nose was a stem with four round leaves. "Huh", he thought as he reached out his tongue and delicately dragged the stem into his mouth. He chewed it slowly, savouring its sweet, juicy taste. "It's my lucky day".

If you're not bovine and have never tried it yourself, you won't appreciate the allure of that small, round-leafed plant. Frank had soon forgotten his troubles as he meandered through the dappled sunlight and shade, teasing the best and most juicy leaves out of the surrounding grasses. He didn't really pay attention to what he was doing and where he was going, and he barely noticed the large black bulk that was drawing near to him. He got rather a surprise, then, when he stretched out for a particularly nice-looking plant and came nose-to-nose with a black face.

Frank jerked his head up in surprise, and found himself looking into the dark eyes of Stormer, who was barely a few feet from him. "Uh...." he heard himself stammer.

"Young Frank!" Stormer murmured, and Frank realised that the bull had been enjoying the clover as much as he himself. "Young" was hardly accurate, since they couldn't have been more than a few weeks apart in age. However, promotion to the status of Breeding Bull did allow Stormer to command a certain respect from his former play-mates.

Frank had not been so close to Stormer since they were calves, and he was at loss for what to say. However, he did notice the warm, masculine smell of the bull, and those wonderfully muscled flanks were even more enticing at close range. What would it feel like to submit willingly to that powerful maleness, to feel that weight and strength over his back...

"Stop it!" he told himself. "You must look like an idiot standing there and staring at him! What if he decides to give you a shove with that big head of his, just to knock some sense into you!?". But Stormer was smiling slightly. Frank realised he must be blushing furiously.

Stormer was looking at him slightly sideways, a hint of laughter in his dark eyes. What beautiful eyes, thought Frank, and knew he must be blushing harder. "Heh, don't worry", murmured the bull, "I don't butt...". "Unless you want me to, that is." he added with a wink.

"I... Uh... Hi, Stormer." Frank managed to say, backing off just a little. "Nice clover over here, eh?".

"Mmm!" Said Stormer, reaching down and blissfully chewing the bunch that they had both been reaching for earlier. "You know, " he said with his mouth full, "I've been meaning to find you and say 'Hi' for a while. I don't see nearly as much of the boys as I used to, what with all the breeding duties... " Stormer lapsed into silence, perhaps not wishing to sound boastful of his enviable position.

I ought to play along with the whole macho-bull thing, thought Frank. "So, hows it all going with those good looking cows?" he said, trying to show an enthusiasm he didn't really feel.

"Well now!" said Stormer. "It's great, as you can imagine!". He pawed idly at a small clump of stalky grass. "Well, to be honest Frank, just between you and me, it does get to be hard work at times. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do love the cows and everything, but sometimes I feel like I need a break!".

"Um, I see... " Frank mumbled, unable to imagine even what it was like to be excited by cows, let alone to get tired of them. "Yeah, cows are great... You're pretty lucky." At least I guess you must be, he added privately. I don't really get it, myself.

"Hey", said Stormer, "why don't you come up the valley with me this afternoon. There's some sweet young cows up there who should be getting to an interesting hormonal state, and I'm sure they would love to meet you - they sure seem to like me. And, I don't mind if you watch me, you know..." Stormer gave a big wink.

"Well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea..." Frank suddenly felt quite shy and a little scared of the big bull. He'd seen bulls in shoving matches when there were cows around, competing with each other to impress the ladies.

Stormer seemed to guess his thoughts. "Oh, don't worry...", the bull said, and glanced meaningfully towards Frank's rear end. "I uh... don't think you're too much of a threat in that department."

Frank couldn't think what to say, and the sudden silence highlighted the difference between them.

"Oh, I'm sorry Frank." Stormer suddenly looked chagrined. "That was rude of me... I shouldn't have been so forward anyway. I'm sure you've got better things to do than hang out with cows. Forget I said anything."

Stormer looked genuinely sorry, and Frank suddenly felt a pang of something that went beyond a mere attraction to the bull's muscular form. He quickly suppressed it. However, he was rather curious to visit the cows - he certainly didn't see much of them these days, as they tended to stay at the other end of the valley. He told himself that more contact with the females could be just what he needed.

"Well actually, I'd like to come, if you don't mind!". Stormer brightened considerably at that.

"You would?" He replied. "That's great! I feel like a wee nap now, but we'll head up there in an hour or two. For now, I'm going to munch a little more clover, then have a sleep. Got to save my energy!" He winked again.

---

Stormer and Frank walked up the valley together in the hazy mid-afternoon. Stormer chatted amiably about his favourite swamp-grasses, but Frank wasn't really listening. He could think only of the wonderful masculine form that was walking near to him, and his mind buzzed with the excitement of seeing that body in action. "Stop it!" he kept telling himself half-heartedly, "You're here for the cows!".

The upper part of the valley opened out into an area of grassy knolls and secluded depressions. The cows were spread out, some in groups, some on their own. the breeze carried their odour to the Frank and Stormer. To Frank they smelled warm and feminine, but it meant little to him. Stormer, however, seemed to find the odour greatly exciting. He raised his nose in the air and took a large sniff. "Can you smell that, Frankie?" he exclaimed excitedly. "Glorious!!". With that he raised his head again, flicked his ears back, and gave a throaty bellow. Frank was in awe, watching the muscles of his chest flex.

"Come on, lets get acquainted!" And with that, Stormer set off in the direction of a nearby cow. Frank followed at a distance, fascinated but also a little shy.

Frank had seen the mating of bulls and cows before, of course, but only when he was a young calf - and he had never paid much attention to it. Now, however, he found he was fascinated. Stormer was quite absorbed, and paid him little attention now that he was in the presence of his girlfriends. The cows also ignored Frank, but he didn't mind, content to hang back and observe.

The cows, he thought to himself. Aren't they great? So... attractive, so desirable. But even as he thought it, he found himself watching Stormer more and more. And the virile young bull was certainly a sight to see.

Frank found he loved watching Stormer's self-assurance as he interacted with the cows. He was confident of his position as prime stud bull; he exuded strength and dominance. Yet ultimately it was they who decided whether they would be served or not.

He would approach them with swagger, perhaps engage them in conversation about the grass or the recent weather. More often he would use one of a number of rather lewd pickup lines; they knew he was talking rubbish, and they loved it anyway. If they were 'in the mood', they lapped up his attentions, adoring him as Frank now adored him from afar, wanting him.

The first cow they met acted bored at first, but gradually warmed as Stormer bantered with her. His nuzzling of her rear clearly told him she was more interested than she acted; Frank could see the bull's breathing quicken in excitement even from some yards away.

Stormer became a lot more interested in rubbing against her body than in talking. He started by licking her shoulders and neck, while she closed her eyes in pleasure. Then he turned and worked his way back along her flank. He leaned his bulk against her while he nuzzled at her rump and tail.

Frank watched, his excitement growing with Stormer's. The bull's pinkish cock had started to protrude slightly from its sheath, and occasionally a little squirt of liquid shot out.

After a while, Stormer reached a level of arousal which he could no longer contain. He stepped away and turned so that he stood behind the cow, pawing the ground a couple of times and breathing hard. He leaned forward and began to nuzzle gently at the slit of her vulva. She raised her tail and urinated, the warm stream raising dust where it dropped to the ground. The bull caught a little in his mouth, and raised his head while he inhaled and his sensitive nose sampled the chemistry of her body.

Deciding that she was indeed ready, and that his efforts would not be wasted, Stormer stepped decisively in towards her, and rested his chin on the base of her tail. Her back arched slightly, and her tail went up. Frank watched in awe as he thrust his forequaters forward and up, rising onto her back.

The cow stepped forward several steps, causing Stormer to drop back to the ground. He pawed the ground again, and then followed her forward and braced himself to mount again.

This time, she stood still with her legs slightly apart and tail raised. Stormer arched over her back and wrapped his forelegs firmly around her waist. Frank could see more liquid squirt from the end of his cock, which now probed forward. After a couple of initial thrusts, he managed to find her vagina.

His cock was hard and smooth, and relatively thin. With several small thrusts of his hips, he worked deeper into her, and Frank, unable to stop watching him, could hear him panting and moaning slightly in pleasure. Then he gathered himself, gripping the cow's rump hard, and thrust forward deeply. He gasped as he poured his semen deep into her.

Stormer dropped to the ground, his long and slick cock still exposed. His breathing gradually slowed, and his member slid back into its sheath. He shook his head, then turned and walked away a little, looking satisfied with his performance. The cow he had served stood for a while with her back arched and a little of his juice still dripping from her. Then she lowered her tail, and also walked away a few steps, looking similarly satisfied. Presently Stormer turned and walked back to her side, where he leaned against her and rubbed his cheek against her neck. She gave him a little lick, and then wandered off in search of more tasty grasses to chew.

---

Frank spent several hours in the upper part of the valley, alternately watching Stormer, munching grass when he felt hungry, and lounging in the shade. He even chatted with several cows, but his heart wasn't really in it. Soon he found his gaze returning to the bull whom he had come to strongly admire.

And Stormer did not disappoint. He served four cows that afternoon, one of them twice. He chatted with a good few more, while sampling their smells and testing their moods. Every time Frank saw the look of satisfaction on his face, he thought the bull would be finished for the day; however within a few minutes, surrounded by the enticing aroma of the cows, he would start to get excited again.

As the afternoon wore on, Frank started to feel quite hungry, and visions of a particularly lush patch of grass started to tempt him. Leaving Stormer to his duties, he made his way back down the valley.

---

As Frank stood and chewed thoughtfully, he kept thinking about his afternoon. There was no denying it. Like it or not, he found Stormer irresistible. He would give his best patch of grass, just to be able to rub against that beautiful black flank. The cows, on the other hoof, held no such interest for him. Frank sighed.

But now that he admitted it to himself, things almost seemed easier. Why should he bother to try and be the kind of male everyone thought he ought to be? He wasn't a bull anyway, dammit, and he was no use to the cows even if he had been interested.

And his love for Stormer seemed like the one thing in the whole world which was truly his. It made him unique amongst all the other fat, boring steers. Of course Stormer wouldn't be interested in him, and his feelings had a certain tragic hopelessness to them. Still, it gave him a little glow of joy to feel them.

Frank heard a rustle in the grasses, and looked up to see the object of his desire standing in front of him. He stopped mid-chew, then gulped. "Uh, hi Stormer!" was all he could think of to say.

The bull paused a moment and seemed to look him over. "Hi Frankie!" he said, "Did you have fun today?".

"Oh yeah!" blurted Frank, before he could stop himself, "You looked great..." Then he felt himself blushing hotly, and he buried his nose in some succulent shoots to hide his embarrassment.

"Well now", chuckled the bull, "You liked watching that, did you?". He shuffled a little closer to Frank, and lowered his voice. "I rather liked the thought that you were watching!". Then he looked around furtively. "Don't tell anyone that, will you! I'd never hear the end of it...".

Stormer was hilighted by the late afternoon sun, emphasising the lines of his noble head. Frank looked into his beautiful dark eyes, and suddenly his heart was full with love and desire for this huge, strong male. And the knowledge that his feelings would never be returned was suddenly too much for him. He swallowed and turned away, but he couldn't stop the tears that welled up.

"Frank?" Asked the bull over his shoulder, "Frankie? What's the matter?" and the concern in the bull's voice just made Frank sob harder.

He was about to walk away, ashamed, but suddenly he felt a warmth and weight against his flank. Stormer was rubbing a shoulder against him. "Please tell me what's the matter", the bull asked softly.

"I...I'm sorry", sniffed Frank, "It's just... I don't really want to talk about it." But he did want to talk about it, and soon he heard himself saying "It's you, Stormer. You're so wonderful, I just can't stop thinking about you..."

Shut up, a part of him was bellowing, Don't say that, He'll pound you into the ground. Worse than that, He'll never speak to you again!.

But then, to his surprise, the big bull sniffed too, and a tear ran down his magnificent cheek. "Oh Frankie..." he murmured, and chuckled. "Why do you think I came looking for you? I think you're the most sweet and adorable steer I've ever met... I was hoping to spend more time with you."

"You really feel that?" Frank was bewildered. "I didn't think... I mean, what about those cows?"

"Ah Frank, just because I find cows exciting at times (it's my job after all), that doesn't mean I want to spend all my time with them. In fact, at this hour of the evening, I'd really rather be with you."

"Do you mean that?" Frank was searching the bull's face for any sign that he was pulling a cruel joke, or that he was actually about to grind Frank into the ground. But Stormer looked genuinely sincere.

"Of course I do, Frank. I'm a bull; you know I would never lie about something like that." And with that, he stepped up and rubbed his head against Frank's shoulder. Frank nearly melted with joy to feel that wonderful strength so close to him.

"Now come on, Frankie, I'm hungry and I want to know where the best grass is in this part of the valley!"

---

As the evening closed in towards night, they stood together and watched the sun setting. They had enjoyed a tasty meal, and Stormer had complimented Frank several times on how good he was at finding the best grasses. Franks heart swelled with pride. They had chatted a little, but mostly, they had eaten grass together in a contented silence. Frank was happy just to be near to the bull and watch his movements, graceful despite his bulk.

As they stood together, Frank felt a growing sense of desire for the Bull next to him. "Stormer", he asked languidly, "Do you find me... you know... attractive? I mean, like a cow?". He felt silly asking such a question - it almost seemed absurd - and yet he held his breath, waiting for the answer.

"Well Frankie", the bull rumbled, "I wouldn't say I feel the same about you as I would a cow. It's different." Frank felt his heart drop, and he didn't realise how much he wanted Stormer to want him. "Cows are cows, you know? I mean, they smell so good, I can't refuse."

"Oh", mumbled Frank, deflated.

"But YOU," Stormer continued, "You are really sexy, if you don't mind me saying. You don't even need hormones to attract me."

Frank felt excitement surge. Stormer the bull thought HE was sexy! "Um, do you mind if I... um... lick you a bit?" Frank knew he was blushing again, but he desperately wanted to explore more of the bull's irresistible body.

"Mmmm I think I could handle that!" came the deep reply.

Frank didn't need a second invitation. He reached out his tongue and began licking and nuzzling Stormer's muscular shoulder, then worked his way down across his friend's neck. The bull stuck his head out and moaned quietly in pleasure. Frank worked his nose under Stormer's chin and rubbed against him, loving the feel of the heavy muscles beneath the skin.

He turned and began licking along the bull's flank. Then slowly, he worked his way downwards, until he could get a good look at the sheath along Stormer's belly. It was full and well-formed. He extended his tongue and gently began to work on it. "Mmmm... oh yeah..." Stormer moaned, obviously loving the attention.

He felt the bull's breathing quicken as he worked his way back along the sheath, and delicately poked his nose between the bull's massive rear legs. There the mighty testicles hung, looking firm and strong and masculine. He felt Stormer gasp a little as he began to lick there, and then his friend moaned some more.

Suddenly Frank felt a warm, rough tongue on his own rump. As he continued to lick between the bull's legs, he felt Stormer nuzzle at his back leg, then explore between his legs. He also felt his heart quicken as the bull worked his way back up towards Frank's tail. He couldn't believe it could feel so good.

After a few minutes, they parted, breathing hard. "Stormer... I want you..." Frank murmured. "I want to feel you on me, in me..."

"Mmm, I would very much like to 'serve' you, Frank..." Stormer gave his ear a little lick. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle...".

Frank was almost dizzy with anticipation, but also quite nervous. He could hear Stormer's deliberate, heavy tread as he walked around behind Frank, savouring the moment. Then Frank closed his eyes and stretched out his neck in pleasure as he felt the bull nosing at his ass again. Involuntarily, his tail raised. He could feel the bull's warm breath as he snorted slightly and pawed the ground. And then He felt the soft weight of Stormer's head resting on his rear. He braced himself slightly...

Suddenly the bull reared up and Frank felt Stormer's weight on his back. Stormer's forelegs locked around his waist. He was surrounded, covered, held by the hot strength and incredible power of the bull's body. He ached to have Stormer's strong seed inside him.

Stormer was thrusting forward gently, not quickly as he did with the cows. Frank felt wetness on his rear as a little liquid shot out in anticipation. Then he could feel the soft-sharp point of the bulls cock against the skin of his leg, a little below his ass.

Stormer shifted slightly, and probed forward. Then Frank felt the hard slickness as the bulls cock slipped into his anus.

Suddenly he felt taken, owned, almost a part of Stormer. He belonged to the bull, to do with as he pleased. And he gave himself happily, to be held in that powerful embrace.

Stormer was in excellent control of himself, and slid his cock in much more gently than he had with the cows. Frank thrilled to every new depth probed. There seemed no limit to how far the bull's cock would slide into him. It was hard and hot, but not excessively thick, and Frank felt no discomfort. He floated in a cocoon of pleasure, every nerve alight and dancing in the symphony of their joining.

Stormer began to work his cock in and out, gasping and moaning with pleasure. Frank could feel the muscles of the bull's belly working as he thrust inwards each time. His thrusts got steadily deeper until at last Frank felt the bull grip him even tighter with his forelegs. Stormer gave a final moan and thrust himself extra deep. As he did, Frank felt the bull's muscles contract and he poured out his hot semen in one glorious rush. Frank felt a wonderful warmth wash over him, the closest thing to sexual climax a steer would ever feel.

Stormer stood still with heard pounding for a few seconds, then slipped off Frank's back, and dropped back to the ground. A little of his semen still dripped form his cock, which quickly slid back into it's sheath.

They stood together for a long time in the diminishing twilight, rubbing necks. Eventually, Frank murmured "Mmmm that was very nice, Stormie. I hope it won't ruin the performance of your duties, though."

Stormer nibbled Franks ear. "Don't worry", he replied, "There's plenty of me available. And always remember, no matter how many cows there are, I'll come back to you. You're the one I love."


", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Frank and Stormer", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "6" }