"Well..." said Willis, after carefully thinking for several minutes, "TOGETHER, we might be
able to escape from the trailer. I mean, we are both pretty damn strong, aren't we?"
Zack had moved up to Willis, his large, firm chest pressing against Willis' back, his huge
arms wrapping lovingly around Willis' waist as his bovine-head had come to rest on Willis'
muscular right shoulder. "I'm afraid." Zack whispered softly, his tail swishing behind, and
Willis' understood why. The minotaur pressed warmly against him use to be a young man,
and still was in heart and spirit; worse yet, it was Zack's own crazy father that was driving
the truck towing their trailer, taking them to god-knows-what freak-show.
Willis could feel more than just Zack's huge chest pressed against his back, the large,
impressive, hairy sheath of the other bull-creature was forcefully parting his butt-cheeks
due to its great width, and was resting snuggly between them, pleasurably warming his
sphincter.
Zack didn't shown any sign of arousal, but it was difficult for Willis to concentrate with
Zack's entire front-half pressed so tightly against his own back-half; and, sweat had
begun to hotly wet the contact surfaces between them, including Zack's sheath and Willis'
butt-hole.
Willis reached a large hand up and idly stoked a tuft of hair between Zack's horns on top
of his head, causing the young bull-man to "mmmmm," calming him...and inducing other,
unexpected effects as well.
Outside, Willis could hear the trailer beginning to slow, just as he felt Zack suddenly grind,
gently his full sheath between his butt-cheeks against his sphincter, causing him to moan
loudly in pleasure. Also, something extremely large was beginning to slither up the small
of his back, Willis could feel it, the forearm-thick object widening and extending between
their tightly pressed bodies. This quickly caused his own bull-hood to start to awaken as
well.
Pushing his back as firm as he could against Zack's, Zack moaning, his extending cock
trapped between their taut flesh. Willis whispered, "Ugh...control yourself Zack. We're
going to miss our opportunity."
"Yeah..." said Zack, his muzzle giving Willis' face a sloppy kiss, "Just...I didn't get to cum,
like you, back at the barn. My balls feel really, really full."
Willis smirked best he could with his bullish face, and reaching around, giving Zack a
playful slap on his rock-hard, muscular ass, he broke free from Zack's embrace.
Turning around, Willis gripped the nearly erect organ protruding up from Zack's sheath, its
length and girth freakishly impressive in its own right due to Zack's former human
proportions. And, giving it a few, teasing strokes, Willis shook his head. "Gotta wait, kid."
he told Zack, even as Zack's bull-man's dick spewed a thick, gooey wad of precum onto
Willis' fingers as he let out a needful groan.
The trailer abruptly came to a jerking halt, sending Willis right into Zack, Zack's swollen
bull-hood once more pleasurably squeezed between them. Outside, they both could hear
farmer O'Grady getting out of his truck, and then several mutters from him...
"Lousy tail..." Willis heard him say, "Good thing this overall hides just 'bout anythin'...and
ma' straw hat should hide these damn horns too. Don't wanna show 'em off before tha'
show."
Suddenly, a loud, painful bang echoed through the horse trailer's metal wall. "You be good
in there, you two." Zack and Willis heard farmer O'Grady say with a mean, half-chuckle,"No
tom-foolery. And no MESSIN' around. Don't want that trailer lookin' like ma' barn! Keep
your hands off your privates, Zack! I saw what you use to do to your bedsheets. Don't need
that magnified five-fold."
If Zack could have blushed, he would have, his gaze lowering to the enormous organ
pressed between his body and Willis', and his huge, pendulous balls full to the exploding
point with his desperately wishing to be released seed. "God, I'd probably coat the whole
trailer, if you'd just let me cum." he whispered in Willis' ear. Causing the other minotaur to
snort, and laugh softly.
"Shhhh." Willis cooed, composing himself and listening intently for framer O'Grady.
Just barely, Willis managed to hear him enter the gas station's diner that they must be
stopped at, O'Grady's faint voice shouting for someone to bring him a "cup of joe" and
some "steak and eggs."
"OK, now's our chance." Willis insistently boomed, turning his back to Zack and pushing
against the horse trailer's massive, locked doors. "Come on!" he shouted to his minotaur
lover behind him.
There was a brief pause, and Willis could feel Zack's massive cockhead, that must have
been lowered, brush longingly against his sphincter, smearing sticky, warm precum all
over it, before there was a frustrated sigh from Zack behind him.
"OK." said Zack hoarsely, "But, I gotta blow the moment we get out. It won't go down
otherwise this time, I think."
Together, they pushed with all their might against the trailer's doors, the metal groaning
beneath their huge weight and bulging, inhuman muscles. Finally, with a loud,
clanging"POP" the door gave way, causing Willis and Zack and tumble onto the ground.
Standing up, Willis looked around to determine where they were. The sun shown bright
overhead, intermixed with clouds that lazily passed over it. All around them there were
huge, freight trucks. Clearly farmer O'Grady had stopped at some popular truck-stop
along the way to wherever they were going to get gas and some food.
No one could be seen, so Willis grabbed Zack's arm, which was being used to busily stroke
himself, and begin to drag them through the trucks.
Finally, they broke free from the densely parked trucks, and fell into a tall, lengthy field of
wheat.
Sitting down, resting there, covered for the moment by the wheat, Willis looked over at
Zack.
Zack was positioning his cock against his lips, ready to try something that he had
wondered just a day ago whether Willis ever did, his balls were churning heavily in their
smooth, brown sack, begging for release.
"Go ahead." said Willis, smiling somewhat and beginning to feel aroused himself again,
"But hurry up, we got to get movin'. I don't know where we are, or where we'll go for
shelter...but I don't think the forest is anywhere close by anymore. We need to get our
bearings and start making our way back home."