there's milk, and then there's milk

walking the path to the barn, the sexy farm boy
got a hardon.
there was no around. he took off his shirt,
and just kinda enjoyed the sensation of
his big dick projecting up against the
front of his faded ole' blue jeans.
when he got to the barn, there was
still nobody around, so he went
up into the loft and made his
way over to his "special corner"
where he stripped naked
and stood there admiring
his big hard dick. yep,
it certainly was a nice
big hard dick.  and as
he jerked off into that
corner, he looked at the
dried crispy cum that had
accumulated there in the
wooden seams from all his
other jerk-off sessions,
and he realized that
he sure spurted a hell of
a lot of cum, didn't he?
a whole helluvalot!
he stood there facing
the corner, his sexy
naked butt hot and sweaty,
the cattle restless down
below, they could just wait,
though, they'd get themselves
milked once he
got hisself milked. he
chuckled pleasantly at
the analogy --
gently, almost kindly,
as he winced and groaned
and spurted his cum,
there in the corner,
in the early-morning barn.

--Carl Miller Daniels