James' urge to grab his laptop and open up PornHub vanished as soon as his eyes fixated themselves rather instinctively on the two persons outside of his room who had just arrived, from the sounds of it, on the same motorbike that had awoken him earlier.
It was quickly clear to him who the driver of the two was just by the way the two people were dressed. A man and a woman, a very usual pairing for a motorbike if deciding to ride it together, the guy was dressed in a leathery outfit, mainly consisting out of a large jacket, thick pants and heavy boots, all quite common for a bike rider as it was a dangerous hobby and wearing proper clothing was rather important to prevent injuries. However, he wasn't wearing a helmet, which seemed rather naive and probably the result of him believing to much in his own abilities.
To be fair, James admitted, he looked like a guy that could push a whole car, so he was in the right to be over-confident and cocky as only a crash with the biggest of trucks could probably stop him from riding a motor bicycle.
Impressed by the guy's powerful physique, James was quickly reminded of the similarities to his ex-boss who had brought his own wife to so many orgasms and he once again had that visual image of his boss plowing away at his wife before his eyes. But the moment the bike rider moved an inch again, James was back watching with intrigue and the memory of his wife and his boss was once again nothing but a distant memory.
He, too, is a bull, James thought, now even more intrigued as before, as, while the guy was wearing some very thick, baggy clothing James could practically feel the power and strength of his towering, buff body that laid underneath that covering cloth. And even though his bike was a beauty and rather massive, so big that a person under 5'8'' probably wouldn't be able to ride it, it appeared like a normal dirt bike in height next to the bull, who, James suggested, had to be at least 6'2'' in height, probably even taller than that.
And then, even though his pants did their upmost to conceal it, James spotted that bulge in his crotch that seemed to go on for miles, which in turn made his own, comparatively tiny cock rise in arousal as James felt his lewd voyeuristic side rising up from his constraints; a part of him which he had encountered for the first time only a few months ago on that faithful day where he, instead of intervening, had been eavesdropping on the rutting couple of his wife and his own boss and had watched his wife getting the fuck of her life while he himself had felt both incredible turned on and disgusted at the same time, while growing hornier the longer he witnessed that hard fuck playing out and finally reaching its' (almost) bed-breaking, retina-ripping climax.
Before the massive body of the bull finally revealed the passenger behind him, James, while considering himself to be straight, had to admit that he was impressed by how good-looking that stud of a man was. He definitely didn't have a typically handsome face, at least not one, that you would call pretty or beautiful. In fact, anything boyish that some women liked on a man, he was missing. Appearing to be in his early or mid 30s he was fully grown and seemed to be well aware of that as he kept himself like a guy who fully appreciated and lived out his masculinity, knowing very well that this wasn't to everyone's liking, even though James doubted that he had any problems finding women that were interested in him. In fact, from the looks of it, it probably wasn't a far stretched theory that he, like any other bull of this world, was practically swimming in pussies and would actually have a hard time deciding on who to pick from the sheer amount of eager sluts who would love to spread their legs for him.
Finishing off his very masculine look, he had a perfectly kept, dark beard that in terms of hair length was situated somewhere between a full-beard and a mustache, while his dark-brown hair on his head was kept very short. He had a pronounced angular jaw, only partially covered by his beard, high cheekbones and a very stoic, confident expression. And while his face was rather emotionless, James could swear that he could see a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that wasn't fueled by rage or the urge for violence but only by lust and instinctive, primal passion. And he could now finally understand why that was the chase, as when the bull finally was stepping of his bike, he revealed the slut that was seated behind him; and James immediately had a ragging hard-one the moment he glanced at her.
