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The long transition from urban cities to the rural communities felt akin to traveling back in time. Even more so once I crossed the Mississippi into Iowa. Not as much clogged traffic on the interstate highways, the air smelled cleaner, the sky bluer and more limitless, plus fields as far as the eye could ever see. Yep, I'd traveled to America's cornfield heartland.

I decided to broaden my standards a little more this time, mostly by just keeping an eye out for no-strings-attached fun rather than pups looking for meaningful experiences. One pup which caught my eye happened to be a thirty-something Labrador retriever with thick black fur and one of the most stereotypical rural American jeans I'd ever seen someone loosely wear. It help to reveal much of his slender derrière behind torn denim and a pair of pure white boxers loosely covering his modest bulge. He definitely looked the part of a country boy while giving the seductive blue-eyed glare of a naughty lad in need of a good pounding. His lips especially felt like they'd be perfect for sucking down beer as much as sucking down an older man's seed.

The best part? Not only did his profile name read 'C0ckWh0re', not only did he bottom, not only did he live on the outskirts of Des Moniales where I'd booked into a nice hotel for the next couple of nights, but he knew a perfect spot for me to breed his tight ass. A cornfield several miles from where he lived.

He called it the Lovin' Field.

The farmer's widow who owned the cornfield made an unspoken deal with the handsome Labrador; he could invite any man to have fun inside of it so long as they provided a unobstructed view for her inside the nearby house. An acre or so away, on a small hill overlooking the property, with her bedroom window overlooking a nice spot where the old she-bear could witness two men have homosexual relations.

C0ckWh0re: she doesn't bother us. The closest any of us ever see her are these small flashes of light caused from her reflecting binoculars. Otherwise, she just stays inside her window sill.

Me: Sounds soooooooooo nice. I can bring the lube if you're up for a show?

C0ckWh0re: Fuck yeah. I am!

C0ckWh0re: What smell like?

Me: Blueberry.

C0ckWh0re: tasty!

Me: Wait until you try it on my meat stick! ;P

I drove to an innocuous bar but didn't enter the establishment. Instead, I parked my vehicle and promptly entered the neighboring golden field of cornstalk. Weaving through the cornfield felt like being in a dream. The leaves brushing against my limbs and along the tuft of my neck fur, sometimes almost striking me in the nose, didn't lessen how much my dogcock wanted to be free. The thought of ravaging a dog Twink in the middle of a cornfield (as a strange woman watched no less!) somehow felt incredibly erotic. All I could hear were the soft winds rustling each stalk, my racing heartbeat, and the rich scent of soil mixed with corn. No signs or scent of a Labrador yet.

I almost messaged her the Labrador for directions until my eyes spotted a difference in color several yards to my left. I could also make out the roofing of a farmhouse in the distance and went towards it. I expected many things, but I did not expect to find a completely naked Labrador. Waiting for me.

The same Labrador from out exchanged photos, lounging lazily on a picnic blanket, legs spread out and arms resting above his head as if he were a napping sunbather on the beach. He belonged more in a soft-core clothing catalog than a rural town in the middle of Iowa.

I walked over to the picnic blanket with relaxed confidence. He stirred upon noticing me, then silently stood up, watching me strip naked for him and the subtle lens glare in the corner of my eye coming from the neighboring residence.

We didn't say a word to each other, not at first. I simply presented myself for the younger canine, to trace over my abs, to examine each blade of dark and cream-colored fur, to feel and touch my muscles built from years of devoted workouts. He certainly earned a toned body from presumed farming labor but didn't have a six-pack to brag about. It didn't stop his devotion to me though, staring lustfully up into my eyes as I stood a foot or so above his adorable ears.

I particularly grew delighted in his wandering fingers intentionally brush against my swelling dogcock. On occasion, he would fondle both of my ass cheeks, kneading into my muscled mounds with the palms of his paws while inhaling my neck. The Labrador would likely then rub himself against me, his own sheath drenched in sweat and pre-cum dribbling from his cock's pointed tip.

We sprawled out onto the large picnic blanket with lecherous abandon. We made out, explored, then sucked each other off in intervals, relishing in uninterrupted pleasure. By his turn, the Labrador straddled my chest, then guided his member to my lips. I decided to test my own limits a bit, welcoming the salty tip of his dick on my tongue. As much as I enjoyed topping a twink or submissive male, it didn't prevent me from enjoying someone else take charge of my body. Once in a while, it helped for my partner to be canine or feline, to make the act kinkier.

Lapping up his swinging balls and sucking down his trembling dogcock, I blew the Labrador. I let him face fuck me without limit. Yet I didn't remain passive. My strong right paw squeezed one of his gyrating butt cheeks and my left fingers switched from rubbing his ticklish sides and fondling his taut stomach, already sweaty from the warm sun and cloudless sky hanging above us.

"Holy...!" He panted heavily like a bitch in heat, "Shit, ya sure you're a verse top?"

My reply made him create more noise. I grinned when the Labrador gasped in welcomed surprise, arching his back and instinctively hilting his dick inside my muzzle as my right thumb probed his tight tailhole. He didn't silence his morning let alone pull his dick out of my well-trained throat, even as I spread him open with my next finger, tail thrashing like a snake. During which a small flash of binocular lenses didn't go unnoticed by us in the windowsill of the farmhouse.

Overall, whether or not our voyeur happened to be male, or female didn't make a difference to me. The fact somebody watched me give special oral to the Labrador, then rolled him onto his stomach for a good fucking only made the climax ever sweeter. There was something about tasting carnal desire as somebody watched from a distance which made it much more exciting. Maybe it was knowing they enjoyed the show too? Or perhaps it revolved around me and the Lab having a small level of ego that we could make an elderly lady cream her panties at the sight of such debauchery?

Either way, it didn't change how the scent of blueberry lube and fresh corn didn't leave my nostrils for another U.S. state or two.