Bulldozer

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

It was a typical night at Gary's Bar that Saturday night, Mom was laughing and talking with the other bar patrons and I was sitting in the back room where I could see and be seen by her but not in the bar proper (thus not breaking the law by being underaged in a place that served liquor for drinking on the premises like Gary's). Mom had been coming to this bar for quite some time. My mother was pretty and friendly and the kind of girl the bar had few enough of as it was, so Gary was willing to tolerate me sitting in his backroom/living quarters with the double-doors standing open like this so I was officially being "monitored" while she whooped it up with the men in the room.

Suddenly, into the front doors of the bar burst a whirlwind in human form, an immense, burly man with pale sandy-toned hair, a rugged but widely grinning face, shoulders that filled the door frame, biceps like melons, a waist that most bodybuilders fought hard for all their lives, legs like a pair of beer kegs, and a manner like he was king of the world and we were some of the peasants whom he deigned to honor with his presence. "Hey, ho, everyone, good to see everyone!"

"Hey, Bulldozer!" came the general shout in response, not in a chorus but a ragged sort of greeting you get from a crowd as people realized who had entered the room.

Bulldozer surveyed the room and his eyes lit on my mother, who was standing apart from the others and giggling from the more than a few drinks she had imbibed over the last few hours. "Hey, there's a fine looking filly, I think I'll take her!" Bulldozer declared at the top of his lungs and he lunged at my mother, neither running nor walking, sort of in between, he caught my mother in both of his arms and scooped her up and she ended up being carried in them, her arm around his strong, thick neck, laughing and he proceeded to simply carry my mother without another word out of the bar with her laughing and giggling until we couldn't hear her anymore.

I spent that night with one of the bar patrons who my mother was good friends with (only friends) who explained that "This is just Bulldozer's ways, Logan, it's why he got his nickname, he sort of just grabs whatever he wants and that's all there is to it. Kind of odd but nobody or nothing he takes is ever anything anyone objects about, if it costs something, he pays it, but with your mother, well, you saw her, she warn't screaming nor nothing, so I guess she was glad to go with him. He'll see she gets home all right in the morning, don't worry about that."

I wasn't worried about Mom that way or even about her leaving me alone in Gary's Bar like that. The only odd thing about the entire thing was how fast it all happened. Mom went to Gary's Bar to have fun, drink, flirt with the guys and, more often than not, go home with one of them. I would be taken home by one of the other guys from the bar and sleep on their couch and have breakfast with the man's wife and other kids if there were any. Mom would come pick me up on the way home from her assignation and the rest of the day she'd be a good mother and loving and all the rest of it. Mom wasn't a bad person, she just liked men. One of the many men in Gary's Bar was my father, but I didn't know who, and I don't think Mom knew either, nor did any of them. I did okay. I had a lot of sort-of fathers, and that worked so far.

So I wasn't too surprised that Mom arrived with Bulldozer driving his car, though I didn't see how he ever fit his huge frame into that pickup truck. With Mom and me in the same front cab as him, it was tight, but his huge body was oddly thrilling to be so close to, I could see why Mom was attracted to him.

Another odd thing, we got to my home and Mom said, "Owen, would you like to come in and have lunch with Logan and me?"

I looked at Mom, startled (she never offered to bring her men friends into our home), but Bulldozer said, "Why, thank you, don't mind if I do."

Just like that, Bulldozer moved into our trailer house, he had his things in Mom's closet and dresser drawers and his gun rack hung over our couch in less than two days.

Mom stopped even going to Gary's Bar, and Bulldozer worked days and came home every night, and I got it through my thick skull that maybe Mom had finally found a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Bulldozer (only Mom called him "Owen," he got angry if anyone else called him that) turned out to be a heck of a good stepfather of sorts to me, too, as long as you were always willing to give way to his "that's mine" attitude, everything from the prime piece of chicken to the last piece of pie, if he declared it was his, you either gave it to him, or you lost your arm and he got the pie anyhow. But having taken what he deemed was his privilege, you were graciously permitted to take your desire of what was left. But he played baseball with me (football wasn't as good, he liked tackling a little too much) and basketball, both games that he was able to set aside his "bulldozer" ways and help me get better at catching the ball and dunking or sinking the ball into the basket. And getting hugged by him was an experience you have to have in order to believe, you weren't just gripped, you were encircled and enveloped and consumed in those massive arms and that enormous chest and you didn't even want to climb out.

About three months after that, Mom asked everyone to meet her at Gary's Bar for a special announcement. I went, and sat in my usual place for the first time in I didn't know how long. The regulars were all there, and Mom was happy but begged off on any drinks. Bulldozer drank a few, but even he was acting all domesticated. Everyone remarked about the irresistible force (Bulldozer) meeting the immovable object (my mother) with considerable mirth.

My mother came to the point and made her announcement. She was pregnant, she and Bulldozer were going to have a baby! There was applause and well-wishes but Bulldozer looked at a loss, happy but not knowing how to handle it, too. Me, I felt the same way. It's one thing to be the son of a woman who doesn't know his father, but this kid coming would know, and where did that leave me? Would they both toss me over in favor of the new child in their life?

A few weeks later at night, I heard Mom and Bulldozer have their first fight. I got the heat but not the light, if you know what I mean, their yelling was just noise with none of the words coming through. It died down and I settled in to get some sleep.

Bulldozer flung open the door to my room, much like he had the door of Gary's bar so long ago. Only this time, he was totally buck naked and sporting a huge erection. Just like before, he filled the door from side to side, only this time, I could see every muscle on his body in glowing contrast (I slept with a night light) and his muscles glowed in arcs all over from his biceps to his pectorals and abdominals and whatever they call the muscles on the legs, every one of them, and his cock gleamed as well, a huge sweeping pole some nine inches long that stuck out like a sword that was curved slightly upwards, the head pointing at me threateningly, as if to say, "I want you!" His face wasn't mad, exactly, just kind of "stormy," a face that said he wasn't getting what he wanted, and that just didn't happen to him!

I stammered as I spoke my one word question, "B-b-b-b-bull-d-d-d-dozer?"

"Your mom just cut me off until the baby is born," Bulldozer told me ominously. "And if I can't have her, then I want you!" He walked into the room, not the rush he did with Mom, but deliberately, like Frankenstein's monster.

I had learned by now to never tell Bulldozer "no" so I said instead, "I don't know anything about how to do what Mom does for you?" This wasn't entirely true, I knew in general what to do, what sucking cock really was, or fucking was, but I hadn't ever done it!

"What's to know?" Bulldozer thundered. "You know how to jack your dick, don't you?"

"Y-y-y-y-yeah?" I stuttered.

"So just do that, only I need you to also slobber all over it while you do that, give me a thick coat of your drool all over my dick, you got that?"

"Y-y-yes, Bulldozer," I said and I sat up on my bed and he stepped closer and he poked his dong at my face, and I took his pecker in my hand and guided it up to my mouth and began to do his bidding. My mouth took some work to get any saliva built up, given the circumstances but the smell of his crotch was...intoxicating, I felt a little woozy and had a peculiar tingling in my stomach just from the aroma that emanated from his groin. That made my mouth water, and I dove onto his prick, the glans was spongy and I laved it with my spit and made it all soft and giving, then I slid on down the shaft, my lips gripping the cockskin as I did, and shuffled it down to where it was stretched as far away from the head as it would go. I slid a bit further down and then I gripped tightly and pulled back up again, feeling the prick pulse and throb as I did that.

"Oh, fuck, yeahhhhhh, uhhhhhh, that's it, Logan, do it, suck my cock, suck it good, uhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh, you're good at this, Logan, damned good, keeping sucking it like that, uhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh!" Bulldozer grunted. "Get it nice and slippery, and hard as a rock for me little buddy, and I have got a big surprise for you when you do!"

Spurred by this, I began to slobber and bob on his prong with even faster zeal and Bulldozer groaned and crooned in his pleasure. "Ohhh, shit, ohhhhhhh, shit, this is so good I almost don't want you to stop, but I gotta ask you stop now, Logan, or I'll squirt my jizz right down your throat and I got bigger plans for it. Now, dump all the slobber you got left onto my pecker and I'll show you what I mean, give you the best time you ever had."

I let go, letting my saliva pour out onto his prod, and the dribble slopped over and slopped onto the floor beneath him. Bulldozer laughed when he saw this and said, "Okay, should be plenty of it left on my peter, now let's get to the busy part. Get them covers out of the way so I can get to your hind end easier."

Now, again, I knew enough about sex to know what he intended to do and I guess I should have felt scared about it, but I just didn't. Bulldozer was like that, he was powerful and demanding and imperious and brusque, but he also had a kind and generous side that you learned you could trust. He wasn't going to hurt me, no more than he could help, I knew that and I wanted him to make love to me, and he meant it when he said that he would give me the best time I ever had.

I didn't have to think all of that, he said to get the covers out of the way and I did that and he climbed in with me and grabbed my briefs (all I had on) and peeled them off me as easily as you peel a banana and about as fast.

"Now with you on your back, I can get between your legs, so," Bulldozer said as calmly as a schoolteacher, "then I lift them up high like this" (he pulled my legs up with his hands holding my ankles) "and that gets your arsehole up where I can push my dick into it. Like this, you see?"

His glans touched my anus and he pressed it against me and I felt the pressure and I gasped.

"Now, now, you need to relax. You got all your spit on it, remember, remember how slippery it is now, and my dick is no bigger around than the turds you dump out in the toilet in the morning, isn't it? So just relax and let it happen, the same way only you don't push. Let me push."

It wasn't that easy for me, but after a little while, I managed to stop resisting him and he pushed his cock's head into me, and I felt him pressing harder to get further into me. I felt pain and cried out and again he stopped.

"Relax, Logan, your body will adjust, I'll just hold still until you can relax, now relax, you know it's me, little buddy, come on, give in to the Bulldozer, give in to me, relax, remember, relax." His voice was as soothing as the sound of a river when you are on a camping trip at night. I did relax and he pushed in deeper.

There was more to it, but I think by now you can see that while his manner of taking me was abrupt and commanding, his lovemaking was as gentle and tender as anyone could wish it to be.

Soon enough, he had full possession of me and I was ready and he began to move. As he did, I felt the true delights of having a big, healthy, muscled, arrogantly sexual man loving you, the thing that my mother was so addicted to. I had it now, Bulldozer on top of me, the heavy muscled form moving his body so that it sent his hard dong in and out of my ass, every muscle rippling in synchronicity to make that happen, his breaths even keeping the same tempo as his thrusts, his strong bass voice grunting and groaning and mumbling words of comfort and appreciation and joy for the pleasure he was getting from me and declaring that I hadn't seen the half of what was to come from his body's power.

He was right, his speed slowly increased as he found my passages clearer and he panted even harder, and I was getting the pulses of desire and delight through my body more rapidly each time he moved, so I was increasing along with him in my need and my pleasure and my rapture for the commingling of our bodies and the destination we were both headed for, that of climax.

Just as I was getting all hot and bothered, Bulldozer did the unthinkable, he pulled out of me.

I was dumbfounded and I asked, "What's wrong?" I thought I had messed up somehow.

"Nothing, Logan, nothing, I just want to do you differently now. Come on, get on your stomach now."

I obeyed and he hauled my lower body up until I was on my knees and he said, "Keep your head down, and your ass up high for me." I did as he said and he was on both knees himself behind me, and he stuffed his throbbing dong back into me, smooth as warm butter this time, and he gripped my hips with both hands and began to thrust into me again.

This position let him fuck me even more vigorously and I was really wailing out my delirious joy as I was rocked back and forth with my face pressed into the pillow, my head turned to one side so I could breathe. It was heavenly, this fucking, like I was being fucked by an angel, or a demon, or whatever, some deity not quite real, had come down from wherever and was ramming my ass for all he/it was worth and all I had to do was stay as I was and let it fuck the hell out of me.

I was right on the very cusp of climax when Bulldozer did it again, he pulled out of me and said, "Okay, another position now."

"Oh, God, Bulldozer, I can't take it anymore, I got to come now, please, I got to come!" I whined.

"Hang in there, I promise, this will be the last one this time. I have more, but I'll settle for just the three."

"Okay," I whimpered.

He sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Now come climb into my lap, no, come straddle me, sit down on my cock, and I'll finish you off in a way you can tell your grandkids about if you dare."

I did as he ordered, and I moaned as I felt his hard slick rod slide into me again like a long lost lover returning from the wars. Never again, I swore, never again will I let you leave me! I sank down to the base, not caring how long he was, it all fit, and that was all that mattered. "It's all in me." I whispered in Bulldozer's ear.

"It sure is," he whispered in mine. "Now, hold on to your innards because I'm standing up."

He did, his hands on my buttocks to hold me in place and my legs and hands hung onto him, my legs about his waist and my hands and arms around his neck and he got a step or two away from my bed, stopped and began to bounce me up and down in the air. Just like that, and I was in flight on the wings of his prong, and I could only wail and whine and moan, "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, I'm coming, Bulldozer, I'm coming, coming!"

"That's my boy, come for me, come for the Bulldozer!" he urged me, bouncing me harder and faster.

I cried out, "OHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-UHHH-UH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HUHHHHHH! HUHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH! OHHH! OHHH! OH! OH! OH! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhh!" My young, liquidless, but amazing orgasm had struck me, wrung me like a cat in the jaws of a big dog, and dropped me back onto the ground, a lifeless form of my former self, I sagged and was exhausted.

Bulldozer turned and laid me on my bed as he knelt on the floor beside it and began to fuck me hard and after a moment of that, went, "UHHH-UHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-HUHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-HUHHHH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His hot load of jizz exploded into me like a cannon blast, I felt it pelt me again and again and each shot was a burst of new delight inside my body. It felt like fireworks inside me, and I felt them all, even the last few minor ones that barely escaped. When it was done, and Bulldozer was panting and heaving in front of me, for the first time, he reached down and gave me a long, slow, loving kiss. I felt in that moment how much he really cared for me, really down deep, and only his lust and anger for my mother had driven him to act as he had before, the angry bulldozer of a man that had to demand sex from me.

"You are such a good lover, Logan," he said to me. "Better than many women I've had."

"You were great, too, Bulldozer," I said. "Not at all what I thought you'd be."

He grinned at me, still breathing hard. "Hey, a man has a reputation to protect, you won't snitch on me, will you?"

"My lips are sealed," I promised. "Only I hope you keep coming back for more."

"You can count on it," he said, grimacing. "Your mom has decided that until she has the baby, she can't have sex. Says the very idea of squirting come in her with the baby in there is just disgusting. Hell of a note."

"I guess so," I agreed. "But it's okay, you got me until she has the baby."

"Hell, after that, she'll be busy with the baby so much she'll be too tired to fuck," Bulldozer said. "I found that out long ago. Once a woman has a baby, she's not good for much else until that baby is out of diapers and in kindergarten and even then, it's touch-and-go."

"Please don't leave!" I said in fear. "You can come to my room anytime, I swear!"

"I know, Logan, I know. We'll see how it all works out," Bulldozer promised. And I relaxed, because Bulldozer was a man who always kept his promises.

Mom lost the baby around the fourth month of her pregnancy. What they call an ectopic pregnancy, and the damage was so much, they had to give her surgery to remove her uterus.

Mom doesn't like to go out with men anymore. She goes to Gary's Bar and has fun with the guys and drinks, but then she comes home, alone. While she does that, Bulldozer and me have lots of fun in bed. I think Mom knows we do this, but she doesn't really care, as long as Bulldozer is happy, he stays with us and she can live her life like she is now.

Mom's happy, I'm happy, and Bulldozer is happy. What else could you ask for?