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One particularly balmy day, Jim was repairing one of the fences that got damaged between the cornfield and the driveway to the lead farmer's house. Apparently one of the younger horses got a hold of his older brother's truck and accidentally threw the infernal thing into reverse instead of 1st. The truck had a few dents in the bumper and a punctured tire, but wasn't too badly damaged. Whatever the reason, there he was, digging into the soil to remove the remaining portion of the fence post. He grumbled to himself. Was the fact that he was the handyman the reason he had to take care of this? He wiped his brow and his long donkey ears twitched in agitation. The farmer was due to come back tomorrow so he guessed that the older brother didn't want his little brother to get into trouble. The arrogant bastard offered to let Jim suck his cock as payment. If anything, both of them should suck his for this, but he figured they probably wouldn't be any good.

With what remained of the fencepost now removed after some very frustrating hours digging, the afternoon heat was in full force. Jim decided to stop by the well to get a much needed drink. He grabbed the bucket and doused himself with his mouth open. It felt amazing having the cool water rush over him and the crisp taste of the well water in his mouth. He was wondering if he should visit the waterfall down the path when his train of thought got interrupted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large black shape sneak into the milking barn. He took another drink from the bucket and made his way to the barn. Interestingly, this corner of the farm looked pretty deserted. The other farm hands must have been down by the creek taking a break or napping under some of the trees.

He stopped short of the barn door seeing that it was locked shut. Strange, nobody ever locked it. Crouching down, he circled the perimeter of the barn to find the north side was unlocked. Not being brazen enough to make an entrance, he decided to peer through one of the windows first and assess the situation. It was kind of dim, but enough to see that the stalls on this side of the barn were unoccupied. Curiosity piqued, he made his way down, checking each window. It wasn't until the second to last window on the south end, that he saw anything. Well, he certainly saw more than "anything."

In the dim light, he could make out the silhouette of a bull, lying back in a chair in one of the stalls with no one else there. After allowing his eyes to adjust, he was able to get a clearer picture of the scene. Now he recognized the bull, it was Luke, Jim's secret crush. The large bull had his work shirt unbuttoned and opened. Unfortunately, the glass on the window was too dirty and his eyes couldn't adjust enough to make out much else. Jim just had to get in there without the bull knowing, much less scare him away, and he knew the bull startled easily. Despite his size, Luke was somewhat shy. The local stallions would joke amongst themselves about how the cows were frustrated at not being able draw his attention. One of them joked that the bull could be gay, seeing how he wasn't quite as 'alpha' as some of the other bulls in the area. Jim silently wished to himself "if only." Many a night was spent fantasizing about Luke. Luke holding Jim in his big arms and coddling his head to his beefy chest. He never saw Luke with his shirt off, but the bulk of his body didn't make it hard to imagine.

Of course he didn't want to startle him like this, but it happened that way anyway. The barn door was way too damn loud (it even startled Jim with how loud it was), and shovel lying inside tripped him up. He tumbled on the floor with surprising agility avoiding any injury aside maybe a scratch or two.

There they were, face to face now. Both stared, not uttering a word, or moving for that matter. Their eyes locked like they were stuck in a Chinese finger trap. Jim was able to break the stare and was able to take a surveying glance. It looked odd, and erotic. Two suckers, usually used for milking the cows, were attached to the bull's nipples. The fly to his jeans was down, giving room for his tented package and chubby gut. His hefty pecs stood out most of all, bulking out proudly.

"I... uh... It's not... You know..." Luke stammered.

"No no no, it's okay. You don't need to explain anything." Jim started, surprising himself with how fast he was talking. "We each have things we enjoy doing, ain't no shame in that. I'm sure those jerk-ass stallions got some embarrassing kinks too. Just... don't stop. Or run away."

"You... like this too?" Luke's handsome face wore an expression of confusion and shock. It was obviously going to take a little more talking to set this bull at ease.

"Yeah, especially with a big handsome bull like you." Jim slowly walked forward. Maybe a coming on a little too strong he thought to himself.

"Wow. Uh, I didn't know you liked me like that." Luke's expression had gradually changed to an almost embarrassed smile. "Ever since you came to work on this farm, I... I always thought you were, kinda cute."

Jim smiled. He wasn't sure if he liked being called cute, but he recognized it probably took every fiber of this shy bull's being to admit his man-crush. "So, need a hand?"

The bull blushed, and said nothing. Jim was worried that he was moving too fast and was about to turn back when the bull nodded.

Jim smiled and approached him. The gentle and slow pump of the machine tugged on the bulls unusually fat and large nipples. Jim reached up and rubbed his hands over the bull's chest, working the thick flesh, being careful not to pop the seal on the tubes. He was curious to see the nipples out of the tubes, but he wanted the bull to decided when would be the right time. For now, the bull was happily rumbling his approval and shut his eyes.

Jim moved his hands down to the bull's belly and started to rub. A little firm but still yielding, the bull's strong belly felt wonderful under Jim's hands. He crouched down and gave it a tender kiss. The bull couldn't hold back a startled, yet happy snort. "Don't worry big boy, I'll go slow." Jim thought to himself. He kept rubbing the bull's stomach with his hands letting the bull bask in the feeling for a while. He felt Luke relax in his seat, if he didn't know any better he could have sworn he felt the bull press his gut out a little. Jim kissed Luke's navel and worked his tongue inside. Luke moaned and squirmed in response.

Jim heard a wet slurp above him followed by a hiss, he glanced up and saw the bull had pulled the suckers off. Now his fat nipples stood naked and throbbing. His big pecs shuddered from the sensitivity of his nipples. The protruding part of the nipples easily had to be as fat as Jim's thumb and probably half as long. The black surround of the fat nubs nicely framed them. Luke was starting to pant and the tent between his legs had blotched at it's apex.

Jim sat in the big bull's lap and noticed his head was right at chest level. Jim leaned forward about to embrace Luke in a hug but the bull put a hand on his shoulder. It felt heavy, powerful, yet gentle.

"Please, take your shirt off first." Luke asked, sounding more confident now.

Jim smiled and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his soft white belly and chest fur. Luke slid the shirt off and hanged it on a nearby rail. Luke smiled and placed his hands on Jim's sides, then pulled him into a hug. His head rested at the middle of the bull's chest and his arms tucked against Luke's sides, his hands almost at his pits. Luke rumbled happily and stroked Jim's strong back for a little while exploring the strong ridges, crevices, and plateaus.

Jim felt his tension melt away slowly. The big bull's slow breaths and gentle back rubs were almost hypnotic, pushing away the worries of the day. If he wasn't so turned on he would have likely fallen asleep. He certainly wouldn't have minded that. Luke stopped rubbing Jim's back to give him another long hug. Jim's muzzle was now fully buried into Luke's chest. His nose drank in the delicious smell and warmth that pervaded his whole body. Luke lowered his head and gave a little kiss on Jim's head between his ears. Jim let out a soft moan, muffled by the bull's brawn.

Luke nuzzled the bases of Jim's ears, giving very soft nibbles with his thick lips. Jim rubbed the bulls sides gradually working his hands upward towards Luke's chest, cupping it from underneath. Jim let the muscly heft rest on his hands while he teased the very tips of the engorged nipples with his fingers making little circles.

Luke lowered his hands down to Jim's butt and gave it a firm squeeze. Luke smiled, and began to knead the full cheeks with his hands. Jim gasped then relaxed, letting himself get worked by the strong hands. This bull would make a killing as a masseuse Jim thought to himself. All the tight knots in his back and butt from hard manual labor day in and day out had faded away into thrumming warmth.

Jim shifted a little and gently placed his lips on one of the bull's nipples. The bull gasped at first, but relaxed. The fat nipple pulsed in his mouth begging for some tongue. Jim gently worked his tongue along the underside letting its weight rest on it. Luke moaned and placed his hand on Jim's muzzle, and gently stroked the side of it, tacitly encouraging him. He suckled, licked, and worked his lips on one nipple then went to the other, so as to give them equal treatment. Jim felt moisture against his crotch and he looked down, Luke had managed to soak through not just his own underwear, but Jim's jeans too.

Luke relaxed his embrace allowing Jim to pull away from his torso. The two awkwardly shifted their pants and underwear off, not wanting to get off the chair. Jim rubbed the underside of Luke's cock with the back of his knuckles as he stroked himself. Luke grasped at Jim's ass and pulled Jim's hips forward. Jim let go of his cock and let their cocks meet between their stomachs. Luke smiled and kissed Jim on the nose. Jim looked up and returned the favor. The two ground against each other slow and hard. They rode the ebbs and flows of pleasure as they rode their cocks against each other.

Luke's two strong hands gingerly grasped Jim's wrists and brought his hands to Luke's chest. Jim rubbed his hands against Luke's chest, starting at the center and slowly working his way outward. Luke kissed Jim on the lips and slipped his tongue between them. Slowly and sloppily, their lips and tongues danced drunkenly against each other. The rocking and grinding of their hips continued, but at a slower pace.

Jim's hands found Luke's nipples, and they were still engorged from the milker pulling at them. Gently grasping the edges of the fat nubs between his thumb and forefingers, he gave the slightest of twists. Luke groaned through his nose and mouth, becoming more earnest in his kissing. More, Jim figured. Back and forth, he rolled them in his fingers like fat Cuban cigars. Luke started to buck his hips earnestly. This big bull was really enjoying this, and Jim was as well. Each little twist and gentle pull elicited a different moan of pleasure. Luke had placed his hands back on Jim's ass, groping and kneading the strong mounds of muscle.

The two only broke their kiss to moan, grunt, and bask in each wave of pleasure. There was no rush for the climax, it will come when it may. They lost track of time and let instinct guide them, listening to each others moans, groans, gasps, and snorts.

Time passed slow, yet fast, and their lusts couldn't be tided anymore. Luke fired first, bellowing loudly as he came, squirting his cum hard against both their stomachs, his fat heavy balls bounced against Jim's own pair. Jim came shortly thereafter, the loud climax of the bull pushing him over the edge with the expression of raw masculine ecstasy. His fat donkey dick pulsed and flared, throwing some of his seed onto Luke's lips. Luke licked his lips and smiled.

Submerged in their mutual afterglow, the two kissed slowly and lazily, not caring that both of their fronts were sticky with their cum. Soon the afterglow faded to a lazy contentment. Jim rested his head on Luke's strong chest and Luke wrapped his arms around Jim. Jim moaned softly and heard Luke rumble happily. A vagrant thought slipped into his mind. He never did get around to fixing that fence. Oh well, he smiled to himself. The two drifted to sleep in each others arms.