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Posted in bruno beast, horse sex, beastiality on August 7th, 2006When I graduated high school I told my parents I was going to major in
Animal Husbandry in College. At first they just laughed. Dad told me I
should study something that I could make a living working at when I
graduated and started my new life. It took a while but they final believed
I was serious. I told them how and when I’d first learned what Animal
Husbandry was in science class in Jr. High. I knew it was the career I
wanted. Then I pointed out that I’d always had dogs and hamsters and even
a pet rat as I was growing up. I loved animals of all kinds with a
passion. I’d always tried to learn everything I could about my pet animals
and eventually I started studying about all animals. When I found out
about a special branch of agriculture that was mainly concerned about the
care and breeding of domestic animals I knew I’d found my vocation. That
was when I decided what my major would be. All through College we studied
the habits and biology of animals. We even had a barn on campus stocked
with horses, pigs and cows we cared for.
From my first week of school I knew I’d made the right choice. This was
going to be the career of my dreams. Now, four years later I was graduating
at the top of my class. The only thing left for me to do was find a place
that needed me. I’d started thinking about finding a job early in my last
year of school. I began placing advertisements in the Farm Gazette and
some of the other farm journals. I was gratified when the letters began to
come in. Most all of the responses to my advertisement were from companies
that practiced agriculture farming. I could do it but it just wasn’t my
speed, I didn’t want to be some guy in a white coat engineering their crop
rotations. Even worse was just to keep up with the breeding count of a lot
of pigs and hogs on some computer spread sheet in an air- conditioned
office in some city. I’d taken up Animal Husbandry because I loved being
close to the animals, of knowing how they reacted and how they felt. That
meant being on a farm because I wanted to be around them, to touch them and
take care of them.
Professor Davis, the Prof. in charge of the barn management classes and I
had struck it off right away. That first day I’d stayed after class in the
barn just to be around the animals. He was standing close to me as I was
petting and fondling this one old cow. He began asking me how I happened
to come to want to major in Animal Husbandry. As we talked he kept moving
closer to me. His crotch kept touching my hand and the second time he
rubbed against me I began blushing like crazy and my hormones began to
respond to him. The Prof. seemed to know I wanted him and as his hand
passed in front of me he groped my hard-on. Leaving me he slipped into one
of the stalls. I could see through the boards as he removed his shirt and
dropped his jeans. Then he began stroking his cock and calling to me to
come to him he had something for me.
I knew what he was going to offer me. As soon as I saw him leaning their
spread eagle against the stall with that piece enormous piece of meat I was
on my knees sucking his cock down my throat. Chuckling he said he never
made a mistake, he could spot a hot bitch a mile away. He was a damn
looking hot stud and hung like a bull. I was ready to go down on him
anywhere anytime and he damn well knew it. After spending that first
weekend with him at his place I moved in to live with him. To make things
seem proper to the school faculty he began paying me a small salary calling
me his executive assistant. In truth I was his whore. Mainly what I
assisted him in was letting him fuck my ass off every night. I was going
to be sorry to leave my Professor and his friends. He was the one man that
really turned me on as much as animals did. He always kidded me saying I
had the mind and soul of an animal the way I loved getting fucked and
sucking big cocks. By my senior year he had me servicing all of his buddies
and some of their friends and I loved it. Read the rest of this entry »
