Buck hadn’t told me exactly where we were going. Under the brim of his black cowboy hat, he kept his eyes on the road as I glanced toward him. All I really knew was that we were on some kind of “outing” in the pick-up. That, and the fact that he had made it perfectly clear that he would, as always, be in charge and that I was not to ask any questions.

“Yes Sir!”

I sat beside him quietly as he drove along the bumpy gravel road away from the farm, the plug he had earlier lodged in my ass grinding and grilling my insides. Once and again, Buck took a hand off the wheel to grab at the swinging silver chain that connected the clamps he had squeezed onto my nipples just before climbing into the cab. As he pulled me forward, I opened my mouth to bury my head in his lap and ease his leather-ringed cock down my throat. Dang, I thought, this was sure turning out to be a nice change from the usual farm chores. This day was just getting better and better as I thought again of the morning.

I had woken especially early. Turning my head lazily in his direction, I noticed Buck was still sleeping. His muscled back was angled toward me as he lay partly on his side, partly on his stomach. His head was resting peacefully on one of his scrunched pillows, his furry leg raised slightly as his steady, slow breathing told me he was lost in a late dream. Maybe he is dreaming of me, I hoped. As my eyes adjusted to the warming light in the room, I reached my hand up and felt the short dark hairs at the back of his sun-weathered neck. Lingering a while, I let my curious fingers run down his exposed back and under the downy covers. I could feel the roundness of his cheeks and the thought of the hidden dampness caused my crotch to stir slightly. It’s always moments like these that get me hungry for the kind of breakfast not served in any diner. Raising the covers slightly over my head, I managed to work myself under the cool sheets until I was bundled up with my face near the pale mounds of downy ass. I moved my nose into the crevice and took a greedy whiff of the hidden aroma. The sweet, pungent odor reached far and wide into my senses and hurried my own deepening breath. My mouth actually watered for a moment as I extended my expectant tongue past my lips and inched closer. Gently, I placed my hands on each round, firm cheek and pried them apart; the pink puckered bud was winking and waiting for my lips and my tongue that ached to taste the sweaty juice gathered there. In the second before I buried my face in the meaty flesh I realized I didn’t care if Buck was awake, asleep, lost in a dream or playing dead; I just needed to get a big helping of the treasure inside and slather my lips, my tongue, as near to the depths of his waiting hairy hole as I could physically manage.

All together, I had been eight months on the farm. It didn’t seem that long, really, since I had answered the small ad in the "County Express":

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