Milking the Bull: MM

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

***

Ethan checked the GPS on his phone and turned into the driveway. In the fading light he could see that the old farmhouse was two stories and looked like it was painted with yellow vomit. He was definitely at the right place, even if he was two days early. I hope Dad’s not in the sack with his new lady.

He left his luggage in the rental car and crunched up the gravel to the front porch. He banged on the screen door with his fist. “Hello? Anyone home?”

Footsteps were audible somewhere past the darkened living room on the other side of the door. Presently a middle aged woman shambled to the door.

“Ethan?” she asked.

“You would be Missy?”

“Oh Ethan!” She turned back toward the room she had left. “Lloyd, Ethan’s here early!” She pulled the door open. “Come in, come in.” She held out her arms. “Give me a hug. It’s so great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Ethan gave her a grudging hug and watched over her shoulder for his dad. “Hey, Pop,” he said when he saw the older man.

Missy pulled away and let him greet his dad.

“Hey boy, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” His dad wrapped him into a bear hug. He held him back at arm’s length and looked him over. “You met Missy?”

Ethan looked at Missy and nodded. “Yep.”

“Are you hungry? We were just eating dinner. Come on back.” Missy beckoned for him to follow.

“How did you get here so soon?” his dad asked.

“Air France called and offered extra miles if I could take an earlier, less crowded flight. Seemed like a good deal to me.”

“Huh, how ‘bout that. Glad you’re here, though.”

Pop’s starting to sound like a farmer. “It’s good to be… here.”

“It’s like home for me after a month. You’ll warm up to it in no time.”

Ethan entered the kitchen and looked around. Old paneling mixed with fading floral wallpaper and cast iron pans gave the place a rustic air.

Missy sat down at the rough-hewn table in front of a plate that was half empty. “Get yourself some steak and taters.” She picked up a fork and shoveled a load of mashed potatoes into her maw.

Ethan tried to hide his disdain and sat across from his dad at the only empty plate.

“Here, try one of these,” his dad said as he passed a skilled full of breaded mystery meat.

“Breaded steak?” Ethan asked.

“It’s chicken fried steak, honey. Try it,” Missy told him.

He used his fork to drag a piece of meat onto his plate. “Whose spot was this?”

“Claude’s. He’s still out in the barn. Go ahead and eat on up and I’ll take you out and introduce you. I reckon he’ll be out there another hour.” She held out another skillet. “Get some taters.”

Jesus, look at that butter. I’ll have to spend a week in the gym when I get back to Paris. He put on his best fake smile and scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto his plate next to the chicken.

“Thanks,” he said.

She held up a bowl of gravy. “Do you…”

“I’m good. I ate at the airport before I drove out here.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. You should have said so. I just want you to feel welcome.”

“If you’re not hungry, don’t eat,” his dad said.

“It’s okay. I’ll try it.” He took a bite of chicken and washed it down with the liquid butter of the potatoes

They sat and ate and made small talk until Missy pushed her plate back. “You ready to go meet Claude? He’ll be excited to finally meet you.”

If I have to, Ethan thought. Instead he just said “Sure.”

The barn was bigger than the house and circled on three sides by a split rail fence. The red paint was fading and the whole yard smelled of cow shit.

The new girlfriend, it was going to take him a while to get used to the idea of his dad dating, pulled on an oversized door. A cat scampered away as the door creaked open.

“Claude? Are you in here?”

“I’m in the back, Ma,” came the response.

Ethan peered at the dim interior, but couldn’t see anyone. Hay bales and stalls full of cows filled the barn.

“Watch your step in here,” Missy told him.

Ethan followed her through the barn and his dad followed behind him. They reached the back stall and Ethan stopped. His mouth dropped open. A broad shouldered, curly headed piece of hot man flesh stood in front of the bull. One hand gripped a gray box and the other gripped the tail end of a giant dildo. The other end of the dildo was firmly jammed into the bull’s asshole.

His dad laughed at him and clapped him on the shoulder. “I was wondering how you’d react.”

“I… Uh…”

Claude turned around. Ethan got his first look at his roommate for the next two weeks. His unbelievably gorgeous roommate and his face that looked like it was carved out of wood then coated and oiled to a shine. He had piercing blue eyes and for a moment Ethan couldn’t comprehend how someone so perfect was here, on this farm, fucking a bull in the ass.

Ethan’s cock grew erect in his pants. It grew painfully hard and pushed at the fly, but there was no way he could adjust it.

“Howdy, Ethan. I’d shake your hand but I’m covered in bull shit,” Claude said.

Ethan nodded dumbly. “What are you doing?”

“I’m milking this here bull.” He winked. “We take semen samples and sell them to a lab.”

“That’s not really a giant vibrator,” Missy said. “It’s an electro-ejaculator. It stimulates the bull until he squirts into a cup.”

“How often do you ‘milk’ him?” Ethan asked.

“About once a month or so,” Claude responded. “We have half a dozen bulls and usually take the samples all in the same day.”

“Is this the last one tonight?” Missy asked.

“Still got Wild Bill left. I should be done in forty-five minutes or so,” Claude said.

“Well, you boys can stay out here and chat, but I’m going to go in and wash up for bed.” She looked at Ethan’s dad. “You coming?”

“I hope to shortly.” The older man grinned.

Ethan bit his lip but didn’t respond. Claude didn’t seem to catch the pun. Or he ignored it. Ethan couldn’t tell which.

“I need to get my bags out of the car,” Ethan said. He looked at Claude. “Good luck.”

Claude shrugged and Ethan followed his dad and his dad’s girlfriend back out of the barn.

***

Ethan pulled on his shoes and slipped out the door of his room. He could hear the bed springs creaking down the hall as his dad fucked his new lady. Ethan shuddered. He had to get out of the house and away from the noise. He let himself out the kitchen door and crossed to the barn.

The door was ajar. He moved inside and waited a minute to let his eyes adjust to the light. A bare bulb burned overhead, but the stacked hay cast most of the floor in shadow.

He heard Claude before he saw him. The sound of low groaning was audible before he was halfway across the barn. It sounded entirely human. What’s he doing? Ethan crept forward and tried to stay in the shadows.