I finish milking the cows in the barn, the last of my chores for the day, when I look at the wooden window and see my father startup his old, blue pickup truck, and drive down the dirt road into town. A perverse smile forms on my face, and I begin rubbing my thighs together as I realize I'll some time to myself.

I hurriedly clean up, then head over to the west side of the farm, where our stable of horses is. However, these aren't just ordinary horses. All ten are young thoroughbred stallions. Massive, majestic, masculine beasts. I enter through the wooden doorway of the stable, closing the doors behind me. I walk along the wooden floor of the stable, covered in hay, my nose assaulted by the powerful scent of the stallions, and I moan. A wet spot has formed in the crotch of my blue jeans as I look around at the powerful equine males, biting my lower lip.

I walk over to the nearest stall,