{"sf1_id":800620,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chapter 1: Jake's Dukes and Steven","author":"MicoConejito","words":10211,"posted_at":"2014-12-27T15:06:00.000Z","tags":["Alternate Society","Crossdressing","Dog","Domination/Submission","Exhibitionism","Explicit","First Person","First Time","Foreplay","Friendship","Gay","Gay Relationships","Horse","Labrador","Love","Romance","Solo","Spooge","Story Progression","Story Series","Virgin","Voyeurism","cute","size difference","suspense"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/800620-chapter-1-jake-s-dukes-and-steven","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/800620","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=800620\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Chapter 1Jake's Dukes and\nStevenDavid taught me how to read the\ncalendar in the kitchen. I never knew the humans could keep track of the days; I\ndon't know why they would. It never seemed important to me, but I will admit\nit's been helpful in rememberin' important things like my birthday and gettin' my\ncoat trimmed. My favorite part of the year is at the beginnin' of spring. My\nhumans take me to the groomers at the store and leave me there for a day. I get to lay there chewin' on those\nreally nice bones with bacon strips tucked inside while a human cuts my fur\nshorter. It takes forever, but I don't mind. I've gotten good at finishin' the\nbone about the same time they finish with me. They don't even care how much I\ndrool on their table. When that's done, they take me to this big, slippery room\nand I get to play in the hose. They rub this bubbly stuff that smells like\npineapple into my coat and massage my back. Man, it's so nice! My tail's goin' crazy\njust thinkin' about it. The best part is when they get the big vacuum hose and suck\nout all the sheddin' fur. I'd look like a big, blond cotton ball if my hair\nwasn't short. I could just stay there all day gettin' petted and pampered. Sometimes there are other dogs in\nthere. One of our neighbors' dogs, a Malamute named Bruce, goes with us every\nnow and then, and David even comes along from time to time. I only see him\nsmile when they bring out the brush. (Even he can't resist!) Bruce is crazy\nfurry just like David. He sheds all over the truck while we're gonna' the store--so\nmuch so that he and David had to ride in the bed this time. We're so happy to\nhave all that extra fur shaved off for the warm months. Down here in Texas, you got about two\nmonths of really harsh winter, and the rest of the year is all over the place.\nI never know if it's gonna' be hot or cold. Sometimes it's cold in the mornin' and\nhot in the afternoon. Other times it's just hot all day, and I never know what\nto expect. I'm glad we have the ponds on the ranch. There's nothing better than\njumpin' into the cool water after a long day in the sun. Even with the shorter\ncoat, you just can't get away from the heat some days. I feel bad for Bruce.\nHe's probably never been cool in his life. If he ain't pantin', somethings\nwrong. I'd understand why a Malamute is down in Texas if he was here to help\nhis owners like I am, but Bruce isn't a workin' dog. He's the pet of my humans'\nkids' friend, and he comes over a lot now that all the kids left. When I'm done workin', we play out in\nthe field. Once the sun starts goin' down, it cools off a lot. We get a couple\nhours of where there's just enough light to see while bein' just cool enough to\nforget about the heat entirely. You get to just relax without the sun in your\nface and the smell of burnin' grass fillin' your nose. Apart from these pants I\nhave to wear, I don't think I could be happier. A bunch of years ago, I started gettin'\nin trouble a lot when I got excited in the house. I'd start gettin' hot\nall-over and thinkin' about buryin' my bone (if you know what I mean). It's not\nlike I was tryin' to make the humans upset. It just took me a few months to\nlearn that they didn't want to watch me play with myself. I stopped doin' it in\nfront of them, but it didn't change the urges or the way I would poke out of my\nsheath every time my mind started to wander. My humans would put a blanket over me\nto cover up, but I was already panting by then--way too hot for that. And the\nfeelin' of the blanket in my lap was just too good. I think they threw a couple\nblankets and pillows away before they realized that wasn't gonna' work. I used\nto be so sensitive to stuff like that. The wind blowin' the right way could set\nme off, and I'd have to just stop and spill out in the field or at the dinner table.\nAt least they didn't cage me, and they laughed every now and then. I'm really\nnot sure what they wanted to be honest. Only the humans seemed to mind me takin'\ncare of myself like that. I had to run supplies between the barn and where the\nhorses, Buck, Carol, and Steven, were workin'. Steven and Carol would cheer me\non when I got goin'. I guess it's a cultural thing. It's such a pain to have to\nleave the room when it gets hot and heavy like that, 'specially since the\nhumans know exactly why I'm leavin' anyway. It was a real distraction for a\ncouple years. Every summer, work picked up on the\nranch, but I was takin' breaks to deal with myself every two or three hours. David\nsaid I was gonna' need to get a girlfriend or they were gonna' have me fixed,\nbut he never said what that meant. I don't really want a girlfriend or pups of\nmy own. I like bein' free to play on my own. Buck and Carol were havin' foals\nat the time; Buck said that when dogs mate, we get stuck together forever, so\nI'm gonna' wait until I find the right girl. If I'm gonna' get stuck forever, I\nwant to make sure I like her first. I probably won't get any girls because of\nthese ridiculous pants. I remember the week I got them. It was\nmy eighteenth birthday. The male human pulled me into his bedroom with David\nand a box full of their human clothes. David never wore any clothes, so I\nwasn't sure why I needed to. Then again, I never saw David out of his sheath,\nnot that I went lookin'--blech! It started with a pair of long blue\njeans. The knees were faded and ripped a little. It fit around my hips like a\nglove, and the human seemed happy with it. I already wore this blue bandana\naround my neck over my collar. It was nice to have if I wanted to dry my face.\nIt wasn't in the way, and it made sense for me to have it. But pants? David\nsaid the pants were supposed to help keep me from givin' the humans an eyeful\nof my junk; I could just excuse myself and leave when I had to deal with it instead\nof playin' in the middle of the room. Apparently the humans didn't want to\nwatch after all. I guess they don't do it themselves. That makes sense, I\nguess. I couldn't walk in the jeans. I tried,\nbut as soon as I moved, everyone started laughin'. Those pants constricted\neverything so much! I couldn't bend my legs, and they squeezed my butt so much\nthat I felt like someone was holdin' me there. My tail was stuffed down into\none of the legs, too. It was awful. The brim of the top was up over my tail\nbone, so it bent my tail too far up and hurt. I wanted to just cut a hole in\nit, but gettin' my tail through would have been even harder. My tail is curly\nand should be up against my back unless I'm in trouble; those jeans were just\nimpossible to wear. Let's not even talk about the obvious discomfort from havin'\nmy boys stuffed up in there. About as fast as it took David to tell\nme I could take them off, I had already wriggled out and thrown them in the\ncorner. My fur felt matted and tangled. I was desperate for a brushin', standin'\nthere bow-legged and miserable, and it quickly set in that nothing in the box\nof pants would be comfortable. We spent all day goin' through the different\noptions. What I thought was comfortable didn't work. What worked was\nuncomfortable. The human and I were both gettin' frustrated at each other, and\nDavid was losin' patience with me. I can't decide to be comfortable, and I\ncan't control my needs either. At one point I let the static build up in my\nfur, and I would shock the human or David every time something they had me wear\nwas bad. There were a couple decent options,\nthings I could live with, but were still uncomfortable compared to the freedom\nyou get when not wearin' anything. A pair of cargo shorts made that list; loose\nand short, they let me move pretty well and kept me covered. Still, the pockets\nmade it heavy, and it made runnin' harder when the legs pulled on each other\nand rubbed on my thighs. I wore them for a day or two, but the tanglin' of my\nfur became outright painful. Even the humans wanted them gone. I remember there was this harness-lookin'\nthing they got for me, but it took a while to stuff all my goods into it in a\nway they wouldn't fall out, and that kind of stuffin' is anything but\ncomfortable. Still, it was just a few straps and a pouch on the front. It had\none elastic band around the hips above the tailbone, then two more that wrapped\naround my thighs right under my butt. David said it was made 'specially for\ncrossbreeds like me. It covered me up and gave me the freedom I wanted\neverywhere else; I guess that's fine. It worked until I started gettin' all hot\nagain. The elastic didn't keep me from breachin' over the top or off to the\nside of the pouch, and it just soaked up all my mess and made me wet and\nuncomfortable. I was startin' to question the value of being single. We tried again with the jeans about a\nweek later. David said he had an idea, but I nearly threw up thinkin' about havin'\nto squeeze myself into them again. This time, my humans weren't in the room.\nMaybe they gave up. I would have, too. David sat me down on the corner of the\nbed and started rummagin' through the box to find the jeans. \"I used to have a similar problem,\nyou know,\" David said quietly. He never told me about himself, so I was\nboth curious and worried all at the same time. \"I was quite the stud back\nin my day. I had mates hike in from two counties over just to breed with\nme.\" David pulled the jeans from the box and turned to me with the hint of\na smile on his face. \"One young lady came all the war from Amarillo to\nshare a bed with me. I think you're gonna' be in a similar boat once your\nseasons get milder.\" \"You mated with a lot of girls,\nbut you're not stuck to them anymore?\" I cocked my head at him. \"What on Earth are you talkin' about?\" \"Buck says when dogs mate we get\nstuck forever.\" David sighed and shook his head.\n\"Buck,\" he said with a smirk. \"Is an idiot. Now, stop stallin'.\nLet's get these pants worked out.\" \"Are you really gonna' make me\nwear those awful things again?\" Somehow the thought of David makin' me\nwear the jeans was worse than gettin' locked in the cage. I started thinkin' about\nwhat I might have done to deserve this, but he laughed. \"I had this apron they put on me.\nIt was pink, flowers on the side. I looked like a total fruit cake.\" David\nshook his head. His fur cascaded down his chest, and the whole mane waved when\nhe talked. It was hard to stop lookin' at it, this rare effect, 'specially\nsince he was always so quiet. \"Hold on, pup,\" he said. \"I think\nthere's a way to make these work for everyone.\" He had a pair of scissors\nin his hand and took some rugged cuts into the legs midway between the knees\nand the hips. \"We'll start there for now.\" He tossed the cut-off-shorts\nat me. \"There; put 'em on.\" My stomach turned when the denim hit my\nhands. I shuffled into the pants again, embarrassed and anxious to get them off\nas soon as a foot slipped through. I swallowed a lump of nausea when the\nconstriction met my cargo. \"It's like they're tryin' to stuff my balls up\nin my stomach when they make me wear pants.\" I had to wonder how and why\nthe humans always wore these. It's not like I needed help keepin' warm. \"Oh, I know,\" he replied.\n\"That's why I kept the apron.\" David walked towards me once the pants\nwere on. I was, again, mummified, and whined to share with him just how sad I\nwas. David kneeled down in front of me and started lookin' close at my front.\n\"I think there's a way to get some more room in there.\" He undid the\nbutton on the pants and pulled the zipper down. I let out a shameless grunt of\nrelief as my anatomy flopped out. \"There's a couple of extra panels of\nfabric in there we could put together instead of that zipper. Should give you a\nlot more space to work with.\" He put a hand on my hip and turned me\nto the side, askin', \"How is it on the legs?\" I could feel his hand\npressin' the crease between by butt and my thighs. \"Is this the\nproblem?\" I nodded, tryin' to bend my leg at the hip. I got maybe an inch\nbefore the fabric pinched. \"It's weird havin' my tail pressed\ndown like that,\" I complained. \"Can they fix that, too?\" \"Probably. A little cut right\nthere, right where the belt goes,\" David's finger hooked over the brim of\nthe pants right at my tail bone and tugged a little. \"...That would probably\ngive the space you need. I think we could move that useless zipper back there,\ntoo. I'll have to ask what she can do.\" David held my hip again and turned\nmy back to him. My tail was tryin' to wag; the thought\nof finally findin' a solution was more than excitin'. I put my hands on the\nbedding and leaned forward. The air in the room was still and stagnant, gettin'\nwarmer. \"Can we turn on a fan?\" I asked while lookin' around to see\nif there even was one in the room. \"I've got three times the coat you\ndo, and you're tellin' me it's hot?\" David scoffed and put his hands\nbetween my thighs, pushin' them apart. It felt weird with the fabric between\nhis hand and my thigh--didn't feel like David's hand. A wave of heat washed over\nme in the moment, and I started to wonder what it might feel like to have Bruce\ndo that to me. My tongue rolled out of my mouth, and I began to pant a little. \"I'm gonna' cut these legs\nshorter,\" David said. His voice brought me back to reality like wakin' from\na nap. I looked down and saw I was peekin' from my sheath. I started tryin' to\ndistract myself with thoughts of runnin' around in the sprinklers. Why did I\nthink of Bruce? I felt the cool metal of the scissors\nrun against my thigh as he mounted them on the edge of one of the jeans' legs.\nI wasn't excited about the scissors bein' that close to my boys, but there was\nnot much to be done. The sound of the jeans bein' cut was so nice--I just liked\nthe sound in general, but 'specially because I could tell it was givin' my leg\nmore mobility. He cut up until it was only a couple inches below the lower\ncrease of my butt. \"How's that?\" David pulled\nthe scissors away, and I lifted that leg out to the side as far as I could\nbefore it became uncomfortable. \"It's definitely better, but it\nstill pinches.\" I pointed to the obvious crease encircling the curvature\nof my butt. \"Can you do it shorter?\" \"If I go any shorter, Jake, you're\ngonna' look like a bigger fruitcake than I did in that apron.\" David's\ntone was something between jokin' and disgust as he pulled my ankle back down\nto the carpet. I moved my foot back into the imprint it had made while standin'\nthere. \"Please, David? I don't care how I\nlook. I just want to be comfortable.\" \"Fine, I'll make them as short as\nI can,\" David said while mounting the scissors back up on the shorter leg.\n\"Just don't come cryin' to me when the workers start teasin' you.\" My\ntail began waggin', constricted by the uncut pant leg, but still evident enough\nthat David had to hold it in place until I calmed down. He began cuttin' it shorter again, this\ntime cuttin' above where my butt met my leg, over the corner of my hip where my\nlegs made the outer joints. \"Turn around, pup.\" David\ntugged on my hip. \"I need to be careful goin' around the front. No point\ndoin' any of this if you get yourself caught in the scissors.\" My tail was never as still as I turned\nto face him. I brought my tongue back into my mouth as not to breathe all over\nhim while he was below me. He mounted the scissors again and began to cut. It\nwas like he knew exactly where to make the cuts. I was sad that they would have\nto zip up the front again. I almost enjoyed havin' the pants on when they were\nthis open. \"You smell strong,\" David\nsaid lowly. \"This time of the year, all the women start pickin' up scents\nlike yours, lookin' to mate. I'm shocked nobody's come by the ranch lookin' for\nyou yet with a scent that strong--damn!\" He put his wrist over his nose and\nshook his head. \"Sorry,\" I muttered. It was\ngenuine, but I was so tired of apologizin' that I couldn't help but give a\nlittle sass. \"Let's get this finished up so you\ncan get that thing out of my face.\" Another minute or so later, he had my\nleg up on the bed to cut along my underside. I could feel the weight of the\ndenim disappear as he made the final snip. One side of me was still anchored,\nbut I could barely tell I was wearin' anything on the side he cut. \"How's that?\" He asked, standin'\nup with a mild grunt. \"This is awesome!\" My tail\nbecame erratic again. \"Now, the other side?\" I turned my back to him\nagain, leanin' forward, hands on the bedding and feet in their little spots\nagain. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled wide. Who wouldn't be\noverjoyed? \"I'll cut the other side to match\nand give them to the humans to finish up. No need to do both sides while you're\nin 'em. Now, give them back.\" Part of me liked bein' able to talk to\nDavid, so it was sad to have to stop, but it was just too nice to know I would\nhave a suitable pair of pants soon. I dragged the pants off and handed them\nback. \"Thanks so much, David,\" I\nsaid as I reached out to hug him. He didn't hug back, but I think he appreciated\nit. \"No problem, pup.\" David\ntossed the pants back into the box, put the scissors in the drawer, and began\nwalkin' towards the door.  \"Now, go\nhave some fun. I'll come find you when they're done.\" Ears perked and tail flappin', I raced\nout of the room and into the yard. I must have run a dozen laps around the\nfences just to burn off all the excitement. When I was finally exhausted, I\nlaid down next to the pond near the woods. Nothing on the ranch could see me\nout there. It was kinda' my secret spot to relax away from everyone. I started thinkin' about Bruce. I had\nnever envisioned him like that, pettin' me like that, but now I couldn't stop. It\nwas too hot to be thinkin' like that. I moved down into the water with the\nsurface ripplin' up against my hips. The cool water felt great between my toes.\nI splashed a little onto my tummy and laid back. It wasn't quite sunset, but\nthe trees were tall enough to keep the sun out of my face. I could feel myself\ngrowin' out of my sheath with the odd flicker of imagination convincin' me that\nthe water's ripples were someone's fingers grazin' over my sheath and the thumpin'\nmuscle inside it. Did Bruce ever think like that about\nme? He was a couple years older than me, so maybe he was past all this. I ran\nmy hands against the insides of my thighs and tried to get that same feelin' as\nbefore, but it just wasn't the same. It had to be someone else's hands. I\nenjoyed just lyin' there. Normally, as soon as I started gettin' hot, I just\nplayed with myself until I was finished, but this was different. I wanted to\njust let it happen on its own. My entire train of thought was\ndifferent when I was hot like that. Lyin' there, the cicadas became a hypnotic\nbackdrop to the haziness that covered my thinkin'. I could feel the things I\nthought about, and the more I leaned into those thoughts, the hotter I got. The\nwater quickly stopped bein' enough to keep me cool. I let my tongue hang over\nthe side of my mouth and panted however loud I needed to. My toes kept curlin' in\nthe water, and my hands moved wherever they wanted. I had never been this\ninvolved before. A breeze shifted the trees and perked\nmy ears, drawin' me back from the intoxication of my daydreams. With a deep\nbreath, I realized how big my tool had grown. The tip rested above my navel and\nwas leakin' continuously into it. I wasn't sure what was water and what was\nsomething else, and I liked it. I tried to sink back into my daydreams again,\nbut I just couldn't find them. I started to wonder if what David said about the\nteasin' would be true. I wasn't very close to the others, but\nthey liked me. David seemed happy even though he was teased, and it's not like\nI was wearin' an old woman's baking apron. They're just shorts. Really short\nshorts, but still guys' pants. I could feel the throbbin' meat on my tummy\nweaken and begin to pull back into my sheath. I thought about savin' it for\nlater, as if this episode was just to charge it up for a better finale. There's\nsomething of an art to pleasurin' yourself, and I was just realizin' it in that\nmoment. Once it finally subsided and withdrew into my sheath, I got up and\nshook myself as dry as I could. What dampness was left did a lot to further\ncool me down in the wind--I almost got cold walkin' back toward the house. The\nsky was turnin' pink and orange, the sun tired and ready for bed. I wondered if Steven knew anything about\nBruce. Those two always got along really well, and Steven joined us to play out\nin the fields when he wasn't stuck workin' overtime to cover for pregnant Carol.\nPassin' by their little house built by the stables, I thought to knock on the\ndoor, but Buck walked out just as I approached the doorstep. \"Oh,\" Started Buck. \"Hey,\nJake.\" He looked like he was on his way to the stables again with a large\npitchfork over his shoulder. I couldn't help but admire his physique. His skin\nwas tight over his muscles, and I could see the vein runnin' up his bicep. His\nhair was short enough that it gleamed--smooth for horse's hair, that's for\nsure. My eyes were closin' a little in thinkin' about it. I eyed the details of\nhis muscles, drifting down from curve to curve until he spoke up: \"What's\nup, kiddo?\" I had narrowly avoided gettin' caught, shook my head to clear\nmy mind, and smiled back to him. \"Is Steven home?\" \"Yeah,\" Buck said, twistin' his\nchiseled torso to point over his opposite shoulder. His mane lifted in the\nwind. I thought about what sounds he would make when he was turned on. I could\nbarely think straight anymore. \"He's in his room, but he's about to head\nto the barn I think. There's more hay to stack up. Actually--\" Buck\ndismounted the pitchfork from his shoulder and handed it out to me. \"You could\ntake this over there and save me the trip. Oh, and there's some rope in there\nI'll need in the stables. Can you bring that back when you're done?\" I just nodded; I knew my face looked\nheavy, but I was too focused on not lookin' at Buck's naked lower half. The\ncuriosity was burnin' me, but I managed to avoid lookin'. I'm not sure why I\nneeded to. It wasn't like we didn't look at each other all the time. They'd had\nan eyeful and a half of me by now. Now, I wanted to see more of him. Walkin' away with the pitchfork in both\nhands, I thought about how Buck barely had a sheath to speak of, his tool\ntucked neatly away, and how his balls could each fill my whole hand. I had\nobserved this before, but it never mattered until now. I wanted to look, but I\ndidn't do it. I wanted to see what it looked like when he was hot and heavy\nlike me. I wanted to do more than look. Carol said he was big for a horse. I\nthought I might have to hug it with both arms to get anything done. That's probably not true. Could I wrap\nmy hand around it though? I held out my hand to let my eyes measure the girth I\nwas imaginin'. I caught myself pokin' out of my sheath and took a deep breath,\nlookin' around to see if anyone saw me. I'm not sure why, but I didn't want to\nbe seen like this even though I'd openly played with myself in the middle of\nthe field before. They've all seen it, but, somehow, this was different. This\ntime is was for someone. I had to check the barn to make sure\nthe vagrant owl wasn't hangin' around. He was nice, but I wanted to be alone\nwith Steven when I talked to him. I set the pitchfork on the long table and\ncrawled up on one of the barrels. Come to think of it, I had never taken the\ntime to appreciate the barn. I sat and looked up at the loft where the owl\nstayed and the mounds of hay that filled the lower level. Poor Steven had to\nturn that mess into bales and stack them up in the loft. The sound of Steven's hooves perked my\nears as he approached the door, and I looked toward it eagerly. My tail began\nflappin' behind me, and I leaned forward with my palms on the edge of the\nbarrel between my knees. Steven walked in whistlin', turned to\nshut the door, and continued walkin' in. He must have not seen me, because he\ngot almost half way through the room before he stopped. He jumped a little. I\ncouldn't help but giggle. I'd never spooked a horse before. \"Jesus--you blend right in with the\nhay, Jake.\" He put a hand over his heart and laughed, puttin' a hand on\nhis knee and breathing deep. \"Warn me next time you're gonna' sneak in\nhere.\" \"I didn't sneak. Buck wanted me to\nbring the pitchfork for you.\" \"Oh, thanks.\" With a last\nsigh, he stood up and walked toward the table. I kept my eyes fixed on him\nwhile he walked. My legs began to swing a little, heels knockin' against the\nbarrel's side. \"Er, something on your mind, Blondie? You're starin' at me\nlike a hawk.\" \"Buck wanted some rope, but I\ndidn't find it.\" \"Oh, it's up in the loft where it\nalways is unless that bum owl snatched it.\" Steven grabbed the pitchfork\nand walked over to the hay mounds with a wheel barrow. \"I thought you were\ndone for the day, Jake? I mean, I appreciate the help.\" \"I just felt like hangin' out I\nguess.\" I knew where the rope was. \"That's not like you. Everything alright?\" \"Yeah.\" A lump formed in my\nthroat. I wanted to ask him what it was like to be with someone, but I just\ncouldn't bring myself to speak the words. I hopped off the barrel and walked to\nthe ladder. When I reached the top, I took a moment to look back down at\nSteven. He was shufflin' through the hay with\nthe pitchfork to untangle it. I could see every muscle in his back from his\ntail to his broad shoulders. After a shiver, I moved over to the rope and\ntossed the coil down to the ground floor. \"If you're lookin' for something to\ndo,\" Steven said in short breaks between thrusts at the hay. \"You\ncould always help me haul this off to the packer. Four hands make it faster,\neven if two of those hands are attached to noodle arms.\" He laughed, and I\nsmiled along with him as I hopped off the ladder. \"I'd rather jump around in\nit.\" \"You save that for the leaves next\nfall, Blondie.\" He began liftin' clumps of loose hay into the wheel\nbarrow. \"Let's not make more work for me.\" I made my way to the barrel and hopped\nback up on it in the same position I had been when Steven entered. My tail\nswished from side to side gently. I quietly watched him work for some time.\nBreakin' the hay from the mounds into looser clumps took a bit of back work,\nand I took the time to admire it. I guess that's not really true. I was askin' him\nquestions in my head, things I really wanted to know, needed to know. I had a\nlong list, and I ran through it a couple times. \"Who do you think about...\" I\nbegan speakin' without realizin' what I was sayin', and, by the time I caught\nmyself, it was too late to stop. \"When you're playin' with yourself?\" Steven stopped and stood upright; he\ndidn't turn or look at me. \"I figured there was more to this visit than\nsome rope.\" He took a deep breath and set the pitchfork against the\nsupport beam. \"I don't know what I'm\nsaying...\" I got very quiet, and I could feel all the nerves in my stomach\ngoin' at once. \"I just needed to talk to someone.\" \"What, have you got a girl you're\nhot for now?\" He turned towards me, wringin' his hands and dustin' them\noff.  \"Look, I'm no good with girl\nadvice, but I can try. Buck's the one with the mare, you know. That's not\nreally my thing.\" I fixed my eyes on his. I didn't really\nknow what to say; I just wanted him to keep talkin'. \"What do you\nmean?\" \"Eh,\" Steven shrugged. \"It's\ncomplicated, Blondie.\" He scratched his mane and sighed, leanin' against\nthe beam. \"I'm not really thinkin' about a female right n--\" He\naccidentally knocked the pitchfork over as he spoke and stopped to pick it up. \"Neither am I.\" He stopped\nreachin' for the pitchfork when I said it. I had to look away. I knew he was\nsmarter than me, and I knew he would realize what I meant. He stood upright and\nfaced me. I wondered which of us was faster if I needed to run for the door.\nDavid would have killed me if he knew I was interested in another guy. He hated\nthe idea of it. I never really thought about what Steven might think, and I was\nall of a sudden about to find out the hard way. \"Oh... Huh. I always took you for\na breeder.\" Steven began walkin' closer to me. I felt his big hand on my\nshoulder, and I looked up at him to see him smilin'. \"Don't be sad, Jake.\nI won't tell anyone.\" He shook me by the shoulder a little, turned, and\nresumed his work. It was like this thing that had eaten me away all afternoon\nwas no big deal. That was nice. \"Earlier I thought about another\nguy, and it set me off again, stronger than before.\" \"Who?\" \"Promise you won't laugh.\" I\ngave him a stern look. He turned and made a zippin' gesture over his mouth. I\nsaid, \"Bruce,\" and looked away as it escaped my mouth. I heard him\ncrack up and begin apologizin' immediately. \"Okay, okay,\" he said, composing\nhimself. \"Alright. I mean, he's a nice guy, Jake. You're pretty close.\nSorry for laughin'; I don't know why I thought you were gonna' say, 'David.' \" I punched him in the arm and snarled,\n\"Oh, god no!\" He flinched and began laughin' again. \"Alright, ease up, cowboy! Just\nhavin' some fun is all.\" Steven reclined against the table and crossed his\nankles and arms, lookin' at me with his head tilted just slightly. \"Now,\nwhat started all this?\" I told him about David's plan to cut\ndown the pants and how it was goin' well: \"Up until he was right there\nbehind me and spread my legs like this--\" and I repeated the motion to\nSteven. I put my knees together and stuffed my hands between them afterward.\n\"I don't know--something about how it felt to have someone else do that just\nmessed with me, and I don't know why I pictured Bruce. I spent a couple hours\njust lettin' my mind wander down by my pond. I've never been that hot\nbefore.\" I put a hand on my tummy and noticed that my navel was still a\nlittle slick; that was not water. \"I made such a mess without even finishin',\nand now I can't think straight.\" I paused and let the silence take over\nfor a moment. He was a good listener. I let the quiet sink in for a bit before\ncontinuin'. \"I had to talk to someone, and I don't know why I thought\nyou're the only one I thought might...\" I couldn't finish the sentence. I\nwas tired of talkin', convinced I had nothing important left to tell him. \"Understand?\" Steven finished\nmy sentence for me. \"Yeah.\" \"More than you know, Jake.\" \"What should I do?\" I looked\nup at him. Could it be he had an answer? He seemed so composed. He must have\nlearned some kind of trick to it. \"Tell him.\" \"But he likes girls.\" I\nlooked back down at the little alcove Steven dug into the hay mound and wanted\nto go crawl in it and sleep forever. There was a long pause. Steven realized\nI wasn't gonna' be convinced, and I was glad he didn't try. \"Guess I\nshould answer your question,\" he said. \"My question?\" \"Yeah, who I think about when I'm\nalone.\" \"Who?\" I could see a coy smile on his face as\nhe opened his mouth to speak. \"Buck.\" I suspect he never told anyone\nother than me, and he was devilishly amused by the confession. I could tell he\nwas gettin' chills, and he shook his head with a gentle whinny. \"He's got\nlegs strong enough to kick down this barn and arms big enough to rebuild it.\nHave you seen that man's ass--oof!\" I couldn't help but laugh a little, and\na wide smile lingered on my face when I stopped. \"Hey, no laughing!\" He pushed\nmy arm with his knuckles, knowin' better than to actually punch me back. \"You\ncan't deny he's a hunk.\" \"I never really noticed until\ntoday. I think he might have seen me lookin'.\" \"Oh, be careful, Blondie. Those\neyes of yours will get you in trouble.\" We laughed together and let the\nimage of Buck's bare, blushin' bum carry us into a comical afterglow. It wore\noff soon enough. \"Steven,\" I started, lookin' at\nhim. \"Yeah?\" \"Do you ever think of me?\" I\nthink I spooked him again. \"I, uh...\" He took a deep\nbreath and sighed out, shifting on the table only to land back in the same\nposition. \"I mean, you... Er.\" He rubbed his forehead, looked at the\ndoor, and looked back at me. \"You walk around the ranch with your tail up\nlike an open invitation. Half the time when you come to drop something off,\nyou're standin' at attention like I'm supposed to do something about it.\nHonestly, I've thought several times that you're tryin' to get with me, but I\nnever asked. You're always so... clueless. You probably don't even realize how much\nyou show off to everyone.\" \"I'm sorry.\" I looked back at\nthe pitchfork. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. My tail sank down\nover the edge of the barrel, ears pulled back. One hand remained between my\nknees while the other held onto the opposite shoulder. I was slowly curling.\n\"Nobody told me to hide myself except the humans, so I thought you all\ndidn't mind. You could have said something.\" \"I didn't mean it like that,\"\nhe said. He rubbed my back then scratched with his thumb behind my ear. \"I\nwas tryin' to say, 'Yes.' I'm sure anyone who likes guys has thought about you.\nCarol teases me all the time about you. Why do you think she cheers you on when\nyou're out there paintin' the fences?\" It brought a smile to my face to know\nthey weren't teasin' me after all, but teasin' Steven. I turned my head into\nhis hand and nuzzled at his wrist. I closed my eyes and felt a sense of relief\nwash over my mind. Steven's hand scratched lightly behind my ears. This time,\nit was all five fingers. I could have fallen asleep there; I just relaxed and\nlet him pet on me. I'm a sucker for a good scratcher. I think he was relieved\nto talk to someone, too. I started thinkin' about Bruce and what\nI might say to him, if anything. My tail swished every now and again when I\nremembered where I was; my arms relaxed, and I held my hands in my lap. My mind\nwas wanderin', and I wasn't goin' to stop it. I thought about how nice Bruce\nlooked comin' back from the groomers. You could really get a sense of how...\nsolid he was when his coat was short. He's the kind of guy you could give a\nreal hug to, someone who doesn't flop when you squeeze him. I thought about how\nsoft his chest would be when I hugged him and pressed my ear to his heart. I thought about how our hips would\ntouch and how warm he would be pressin' against me. My mouth opened a little;\nSteven's hand scratched under my jaw on the neck. I turned my head to give him\nmore room. Steven's chest looked soft, too. I'd never considered a horse before\ntoday. I remembered how the light made Buck's skin look so tight. I wanted to\njust chew on him. I could feel it in my gums--just the urge to bite on something.\nMy mouth began to water a little. I tried to keep from droolin' on myself, but\nthere was only so much I could do with visions of turning Buck into a chew toy\nin my head. I hear Steven chuckle; I'm sure he knew what my imagination was up\nto. His hand moved down my shoulder and rubbed the small of my back. I wondered how big Buck would get when\nhe got turned on, how wet his belly would be when he was layin' down thinkin' about\nsomeone else, thinkin' about me. I wondered how it might taste if he let me\nlick him. I shivered, swallowed, and found my tongue hangin' from my open maw.\nI was pantin' gently, and I realized that I no longer knew where Steven's hand\nwas. Lookin' down, I could see it placed on my thigh; his other hand had\nremoved my bandana from around my shoulders and set it on the table next to us.\nI didn't even notice it was gone. I was peekin' out of my sheath again. I\nlooked up at Steven and saw his face was relaxed, his eyes heavy. He wasn't\nlookin' at my face. I stared at his big, black eyes for a little while, and he\neventually looked back. His hand moved no more than an inch inwards, but I\nreacted immediately without thinking about it. I was always afraid of gettin'\nin their way. Years of working together trained me to yield to him. My arm\nclosest to his hand pulled up, moved back, and rested behind me on the barrel.\nWithout realizin' it, I made myself open to him, invited him in, and he\nobliged. Steven's hand pulled away from my\nthigh. He stood up and walked in front of me. Sittin' there, my knees came to\nabout where his hips met his thighs; my eyes met his delicious chest, and I\nlooked up to him with a cocked head. What was he up to? My knees came together.\nMy other arm joined the first behind me, and I leaned back against them to give\nmyself some space. I kept my eyes on his, my tail brushin' from side to side. I\nstarted to smell something new, something strong. My feet started to shake. Steven looked so serious, and I was\nanxious about how I was presentin' myself to him like that. I was still growin'\nout of my sheath slowly. It picked up pace when Steven's big hands wrapped onto\nmy knees, thumbs together in the valley between my thighs. Both his hands\npushed gently up my legs, and the rush of blood to my head made me dizzy. I tilted my head back and closed my\neyes. My legs were shakin' now, and a knot grew in my stomach as his fingers\nreached the tops of my thighs. His thumbs cradled my cargo, and he lifted each\nunit with a thumb, appraisin' the value of their contents. His hands moved a\nlittle further up, and his thumbs traced where my sheath met my lower belly,\nthe fur still damp and slick from the pond. My tool was throbbin'. Every time he\nmoved his hands, I clenched, and I could feel some of that slick mess poolin' up\non my tip into a thick drop, which ran quickly back down my shaft and onto\nSteven's thumb. I was pantin' loudly. I didn't care. I was eagerly awaitin' whatever\nSteven might do with me. I was eager, sure, but not ready. He\nran a leathery fingertip along my shaft from base to tip, usin' the trail left\nearlier to slide smoothly. I quivered and stopped pantin' for a moment to\nbreathe in, the exhale stealin' a gentle whine from my throat. I moved my right\nhand without meanin' to; I tried to grab his hand, but he grabbed mine first\nand set it back down on the barrel. I looked down at the crime scene that was\nmy lap and then back up at Steven. I hadn't planned this, but like hell I was\ngoing to back down now. He was focused on my lap as well, ignoring\nthat I was lookin' at him. I couldn't keep my eyes open for long. One finger's\nstrokin' turned to a palm, and the rest of the fingers wrapped around to\nenvelop me. I could feel my pulse as I throbbed against the gentle pressure\napplied by his hand, and the smallest of his movements was plugged right into\nmy breathing. He played me like an instrument there in the barn. Steven made me\ngasp, whimper, whine, and yelp on command. He did everything I had done to\nmyself a hundred times, but I moaned like a hot bitch when it was his hands and\nnot mine. He pushed his fingers between my thighs\nand pulled my legs apart. It was everything I wanted, and I submitted to him. I\ncould smell him becomin' even more aroused now, and I'm sure he could smell me.\nI watched him play with me. He was touchin' himself as well with his free hand,\nand I watched his own pleasure growin'. It looked heavy. It pulled down on his\nsheath as more came out. I could see the vein runnin' along the top and the way\nis compressed as he squeezed. It was plump--looked like a juicy steak, and my\ngums became sensitive to the idea of feelin' it press against the roof of my\nmouth. My tongue hung out of my maw and dripped with saliva. I drooled onto my\nchest, and neither of us cared. When Steven had finally coaxed the rest\nof himself out of his sheath, he placed his meat onto the barrel between my\nthighs in the space he made for himself. He used a finger to rub the blunt head\naround where he was drippin'. My hand shook as I lifted it from the top of the\nbarrel, positioning it on my thigh as if waitin' for his permission to go any\nfurther. \"Go on...\" I had never heard\nhis voice so low and sincere. I swallowed and took a deep breath,\nholdin' it as best I could while he gently stroked me. I put my fingers on the\nlength of meat presented before me. It was hotter than I thought it would be,\nand it was firm enough to hold its shape while still soft enough to fit my hand\nperfectly when I squeezed it. I wrapped my hand around it. My fingers couldn't reach\nmy thumb. \"You look surprised,\" he\ncooed at me. \"Were you expectin' something else?\" I just looked at him and smiled after\nhe did. I shook my head. \"There's just so much.\" I brought my other\nhand around and grabbed a little further down the shaft and lifted. \"I\ndon't even know what to do with all of it.\" \"Whatever you want, cowboy.\"\nHe stopped strokin' me, pullin' his arm away to give me space. There was nothing\nbetween me and my giant, juicy new toy. I pulled it close to my face. He was\nalmost as long as my torso when I sat upright, and I had the perfect distance\nfrom where it peaked to my nose to get both nostrils filled with his scent\nright from the source. It was a drug of some kind. I looked up at him. \"Can\nI...?\" I looked away, embarrassed to ask something that sounded so silly. \"Don't let me stop you.\" He\nput his dry hand on my head between my ears and ruffled my fur a bit. I could\nfeel a little force from his fingertips, pullin' my head a little closer to\nhim. That was signal enough. I scooted closer to the edge of the\nbarrel and sat up straighter, usin' my hands to scaffold his tool upright. My\ntail flicked back and forth. My pantin' was heavy, and I could feel the wetness\nof my breath coat the head of Steven's gift. I nervously pushed my tongue out\npast my teeth and let it land flat and broad at the crown of his head, waitin' for\nmy droolin' to run down my tongue and lubricate what was without-a-doubt the\nbest thing I ever licked. I pushed my tongue across the head, eyes closed. I\nimagined the shape as my tongue scanned it, but I was thrown off my train of\nthought by the taste of his pre. Salty, slippery, sticky, and supple,\nthis single drop sent me into a frenzy. I hurried the rest of that lick and\nwent back for more. My grip tightened, my back arched, and my tail came to\nattention. I wanted more of it. I heard Steven gasp. I don't think either of us\nwas ready for it. I lapped at his head eagerly, focusin' on where the pre came\nfrom whenever it did. I could have stayed there for hours like that. \"Let me help,\" Steven said\nafter some time. I hadn't the slightest idea what I was doin'. I just wanted\nmore. There were cords of our saliva-pre mixture between his meat and my mouth\nas he pulled me away from it. I felt awful havin' to stop. He pulled my hands\noff of him and put his own there instead. I put my hands in my lap and felt a\npool of my own pre had formed between my thighs. I looked down to see how much\nwas there, but I was intercepted my Steven's tool bein' pressed against my\nnose. I didn't think twice and began lickin' again. He put a hand on my head\nlike before and gripped a little where my fur was thicker. He kept me from movin'.\nInstead, he moved himself such that I could only lick where he let me. \"There's a lot to play with.\"\nI was lickin' the shaft a few inches below the head then. \"Don't just do\none spot.\" I licked whatever I could reach, tryin'\ngreedily to get more than he would let me. When he had some pre built up, he'd\nlet me lap at the head until it was clean. \"Good boy...\" He trailed off.\nThose words were strong to me; they made me confident. \"I want to see you finish,\" I\nsaid to him, pullin' away. My muzzle was a mess with saliva and pre smeared all\nover. \"There's gonna' be a lot. You\nready?\" \"Yeah. Show me.\" \"Alright, cowboy. Sit still.\"\nHe let me go and put both hands on his shaft. He used the product of my labor\nto lubricate his hands, and he began to massage the full length of his meat. I\nwas sittin' shotgun, hands grippin' the edge of the barrel under me. I wished\nso badly I could do it for him, but I knew better than to get in his way. He\nhad me trained faster than anyone else. I licked my chops to remember the taste\nand waited for more. It didn't take long for him to warn me. \"Alright, here it comes,\" he\nsaid. His breathing quckly picked up pace and strength. \"Lean back.\" I leaned back as instructed and\nwatched. He took a sharp breath in and quickened his pace, gruntin' and growlin'\nas the chills washed over him. As soon as I realized what was goin' on, I saw\nthick ropes of his cum pourin' out of tool, flared like a sunflower. It\nsplashed against my chest and looped down onto my tummy, fillin' my navel and\ncoatin' my own tool, sheath, and balls in one strong shot. A second wave\nfollowed and splashed up into my cheek, runnin' down my neck and resumin' its\nprevious path. By now, my thighs made a funnel for the runoff. The third was\nweaker, and Steven moved closer to let it pour out over my lap. A river formed\nbetween my legs, and I could feel it runnin' down my calf and drippin' from my\ntoes onto the dirty floor of the barn. Steven was pantin' loudly, and his pumpin'\nslowed to a thoughtful massage, squeezin' out every last drop onto my tummy.  He held still for a while, leaning\nforward on one hand's knuckles on top of the barrel. I could tell he was tryin'\nto catch his breath. The smell was overwhelming, and I just couldn't believe\nhow coated I was. I kinda' wished he had hit my face more, but I was happy\nenough with the generous bathing I'd already received. I looked up at him, and\nhe was smilin' while pantin'. He let go of his meat and grabbed my hand. \"Now the real test,\" he said,\npullin' himself up to my mouth again. I hesitantly licked the new juices. It\nwas much stronger than the pre, but I still liked it. I gladly cleaned off his\nhead and went back to clean off his hand. \"Good boy...\" He pulled himself\naway and let his meat drop. It slowly began to recoil back into his sheath.\n\"Now it's your turn.\" He grabbed my tool with both his hands,\nusin' his thumb and index finger to tighten a kind of ring around the base of\nmy shaft, below where my knot had already begun to swell. This made it grow\nquickly, and Steven used his other hand to pump me quickly and with a good deal\nof pressure. My hips began shiverin'. I couldn't get control of my nerves, like\nI was constantly reactin' to how it felt, and could never catch up to it. I\nnearly lost feelin' in my arms, elbows locked, as I quickly reached my own\nclimax. I was less of a pourin' and more of a\nshootin'. I yelped a little at each shot. I could hear Steven's reactions, but\nI couldn't focus enough to understand him. I must have fired at least fifteen\nshots from my bright red pistol. When the clips finally emptied, I shivered and\nlet myself melt. I leaned forward, light-headed, and Steven let me rest against\nhis chest. I heard him sigh under my pantin'. I was strugglin' to catch my own\nbreath. \"Christ's sake, Jake. I've never\nseen someone so pent up.\" I felt a hand on the back of my head. He began\nto scratch and pet me. I suddenly realized how heavy I felt covered in his goo\nand how tired I was. \"I need to wash up before I go\nback to the house,\" I mumbled between breaths. I could have fallen asleep\nagainst him. \"Yeah, you and me both. Nice shootin',\nTex.\" I looked up at him to see what he meant and saw several lines of my\nown cum splattered across his face and neck. One of his eyes was closed. He\ngrabbed my bandana and began wipin' himself off. \"Yeah, let's get you\ncleaned up; the last thing I need is everyone else knowin' I hosed you down\nlike that.\" He pressed the bandana to my chest only to find that it was\nentirely saturated by the mess he made on me. \"We're gonna' need more than\nthis...\" I looked down and found my bandana glued to my chest. We laughed.\n\"How you feelin', Jake?\" \"Good. Real good.\" \"Good. Let's use the owl's blanket\nto wipe some of that off. You can run back to the packer with me and we can\nhose you down with some cool water. Deal?\" \"Yeah.\" \"Oh, and, uh, Jake.\" \"Yeah?\" My head cocked as I\nlooked back up at him. \"This stays between you and me,\nalright? Nobody else's business what we do in here.\" He had a serious face, and I was a\nlittle concerned, but I didn't let it bother me. I was still tryin' to regain\nfeelin' in my feet and elbows. I nodded and smiled. My first attempt to hop off the barrel\nended when I leaned forward again to feel the goo coolin' off and makin' my fur\nsticky. Fun as it was, I hated sticky fur. I leaped off the barrel and hurried\nup into the loft to grab the owl's blankets. \"Are you sure we should use his\nblanket?\" I asked. I wasn't particularly friendly with the owl, but he\ndidn't hurt anyone. \"Hey, he doesn't pay us to use our\nbarn. I don't think I need to ask to share his blanket from time to time.\"  I chuckled at what the owl might look like\nwhen he sees how brutally violated his blanket would be. As I reached the top\nof the ladder, I saw through the hatch on the wall that the sun was on its way\ndown. I stopped and admired it for a minute, then looked down at Steven. He was\nlookin' at me. \"Thanks,\" I said. \"No problem, Blondie, but get a\nmove on. I'm gonna' be here all night workin' on this hay.\" I suddenly liked his nick names for me.\nI toweled off with the owl's blanket and left it crumpled on top of one of the\nbales. He would be in after sunset, so he might even get to salvage it before\nthe mess dried. I didn't really care either way. I was in a state of amused\ncarelessness. I just couldn't be bothered by anything. I looked wet, but not\nsuspiciously so. I carried the pitchfork and followed Steven to the packer. He\nhosed me down a bit, and then got back to work. I spent the rest of the evenin'\nat my pond washin' up a little better. I kept findin' little slippery spots in\nmy fur where we'd missed. The night was calm. The cicadas were\ngone to make room for the crickets, who told me it was time to go inside, but I\nwas too comfortable there in the grass next to the water. I fell asleep. Well,\nI tried. Around the time I realized I was driftin' off, I heard the angry rants\nof the owl from the barn. I doubled over laughin' and kept gigglin' about it\nfor the rest of the night. I went back to the house, curled up in my bed, and\nslept like a pup without any thoughts of Bruce, Buck, or Steven cloudin' my\nmind. I felt lighter than air. I was happy.The next mornin', David woke me up by\nthrowin' the shorts on my face. \"Mornin', sunshine.\"\"Mm, mornin',\" I groaned back\nbefore yawnin'. It felt good to stretch. The shorts made good blindfolds, and I\ntried to snooze.\"A little birdie told me you were\nout late last night,\" he continued, nudgin' me with one of his feet.\"Steven and I talked about stuff\nfor a while.\" I was awake now. I dragged the shorts off my face and looked\nat them.\"Short enough for you, fruitcake?\nThey're called, 'Daisy Dukes.' \" He took a breath and gave an irritated\nsigh. \"Human females wear them when they're in heat, so keep that in mind\nwhen you're prancin' around out back.I stuck my feet through the tiny shorts\nand arched my back to lift my butt up so I could get down into them properly,\nshiftin' them around my hips until they fit into place. Not one inch of the\nshorts felt invasive or constrictin'. They had expanded the front so I could\nfit comfortably, and there was a space hemmed into the belt in the back\nfastened with a zipper to keep everything on without forcin' my tail out of\nplace.\"That frilly tail of yours will\nhelp keep them on without a belt. Now, if something's still wrong with them,\nyou go talk to the humans yourself. I don't owe you any more favors.\" I looked at him, and he was smilin'.\n\"Thanks, David. I'll go walk around and see if they're as comfortable as I\nthink they are.\"\"No problem, kiddo. Have\nfun.\" He walked into the kitchen and sat next to the humans at the table.I felt like something was missin'; I\npatted around for my bandana and realized it wasn't on. Lookin' around the bed,\nI didn't find it. One of the humans whistled at me, and there they were wavin' it.\nI went to grab it and noticed it had been cleaned. It smelled like the humans'\nclothes when they came out of the machines. I sniffed it a bit, and then put it\non. I could smell Steven on it still. I remembered what it was used for, and I\nwore it proudly as I stepped out into the field lookin' for a job to do.Everyone gave me hell for my pants. I\ndidn't mind. Ironically enough, I didn't really have crazy heat waves like I\nhad before. I didn't particularly need the pants anymore. When I did get hot\nand heavy, I could just ignore it until I was done for the day. My pond became\nthe premier spot to empty my boys. That is, when Steven wasn't workin' on me\nhimself. We played almost every other day without meanin' to.Sometimes I'd see him walkin' along the\nfence and my mouth would water; I'd go wait for him in the barn and he'd gladly\ngive me a second helping... and a third.  We\nmade a signal to each other so even if we never got to catch up during the day,\nthe other would know it was time to play. We'd stick a bucket of water outside\nthe barn. We knew it was for cleanin' up after.I didn't play out in the open anymore.\nIt's for the better, I guess. The humans bring me around more often, and\nthey're much more willin' to pet on me now. When Bruce came over, I talked to\nhim about anything. I actually kinda' forgot about my feelings for him. He was\none of my only friends. I didn't need to complicate that.Steven quietly moved in to my\n\"best friend\" position. We talked a lot after work, and we'd get\ntogether even if we didn't want to play. It just felt nice to be around someone\nwho really knew me and liked me. Didn't need to say anything about it. He liked\nmy dukes, said that havin' me covered up teased him, made him want to take them\noff. I understand clothes now. I like my dukes, too. "}