Gay beastility stories

Sweat poured down my neck and onto my back as I hid myself lying in the tall June grass. The air was hot and still as I waited with anticipation for what was about to come. I could smell the scent of cattle in the hot humid air as I lay there waiting. The lush green pasture that spread before me was now becoming ever so darker as the sun began to set behind the stand of oak trees that surrounded the area.

Sweat was now pouring down my face and chest, causing my shirt to feel like gay hot wet rag against my body. I lay still as the night approached and I longed for its arrival. I knew that I had to be sure that I was alone and left to be undisturbed. Soon the pasture ahead of me was nearly covered in the approaching gay.

I could feel the wind picking up as the setting sun fully disappeared behind the trees. I knew that this would be the night as I could see a set of undistinguishable silhouettes approaching me. My heart now beat rapidly as they approached beastility my story hastened. Soon the silhouettes came into view.

They were magnificent creatures of power and drive. Their musk scent was overwhelming as they now grazed within feet of me. I could hear them nibble on the grass as they grazed and ate. I knew that I had to make my move or forever loose the chance that I had been waiting for. I slowly crawled out of my hiding place, praying that I would not frighten the now curious herd of Jersey bulls.

Onto my hands and knees I went as I moved from the deep grass into the bull's domain. There I remained for what seemed like hours as I held still waiting. I could see the group that had approached me clearly in the dim light. There was three of them standing there smelling the air trying to get a whiff of me as they beastility to move ever so closer.

They too were curious as they hesitantly sauntered over to me. I took out a bottle of cow piss that I had collected before sneaking into the pasture. I poured some on my stories and rubbed it on my hands and back. I slowly stood up and remained bent over at the hips as if to walk in this position to attract them.

BJ and his Herd

The larger of the bulls now approached and as he did he carefully kept an eye on me. I froze motionless before him, holding onto a wooden fence post for support and bending at the hips. Looking back toward him I could see his massive balls hanging down between his legs.