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thought talking about the cows might be a way to do it.
    Flynn took a sip of his beer. “I found a couple of cows I liked, but my special buy this time was bull number one eighteen. Last year my old bull died, so this is a great time to introduce some new blood into my herd.”
    “Aren’t bulls dangerous? I thought everyone used artificial insemination these days.” Boone wondered if Flynn would let him try and ride it.
    “Whenever you are around that bull, be extra careful. They can act like a playful puppy one minute, and the next second, they’re crushing you against a fence or wall,” Flynn warned. “As for artificial insemination, sometimes the old ways work best.”
    Boone smiled at Flynn. “I can’t think of anything better than old-fashioned sex unless it’s new-fashioned sex or spur-of-the-moment sex—”
    “Let’s get these dishes cleaned, and then we can see what comes up,” Flynn interrupted and abruptly stood.
    Boone would have been offended by Flynn cutting him off, but the prominent bulge in the man’s pants told him that his immediate future included a lot of fun.
    Quickly, the two set the large country kitchen back in order. Boone wasn’t one of those people who noticed much about houses. He either liked them because they felt homey, or he didn’t. Flynn’s old two-story farm house felt like home.
     
    * * * *
     
    Flynn grabbed Boone’s hand and led him out of the kitchen and through the formal dining room. When they reached the living room, he stopped.
    “Would you like to watch television for a while or see the rest of the house?” he asked. His mama had trained politeness into him even if he wanted to do other things.
    Boone never hesitated. “I’d like to see the rest of the house.”
    Flynn liked it that he and Boone were on the same page. He’d had a semi hard-on since Boone had rolled his cycle into his barn and allowed Flynn to lock the door for the night. As far as Flynn was concerned, the only part of the rest of the house Boone was going to see consisted of his bedroom.
    Halfway up the stairs, Flynn turned around and sat down. Leaning back, he looked at a smiling Boone. “One more step and you’ll be at the perfect height.”
    “I like the way you think, cowboy,” Boone said before taking that step.
    “Now lose the pants and let me taste,” he ordered.
    Boone’s pants and underwear ended up sailing down the stairs. Flynn would have laughed at the man’s enthusiasm, but he was too busy cupping Boone’s ass cheeks and pulling him closer until Boone was spread wide and standing at the perfect height for him to explore, with his mouth.
    Flynn licked the dripping slit of Boone’s prick. The man must like his fruit juices because he tasted sweet.
    “Flynn,” Boone cried out and pulled his hips back.
    “Oh no, you don’t,” Flynn said. “Bring that back over here.”
    Boone obeyed and pushed the spongy head covered in soft skin against Flynn’s lips. Flynn opened his mouth and proceeded to lick every inch of it. Flynn encircled Boone’s hips, loving it that his hands were large enough that he could still lovingly cup Boone’s ass cheeks with his fingers.
    Flynn began to suck hard on the head of Boone’s cock. Boone’s legs stiffened, and a hand came down on Flynn’s head. Fingers tangled in Flynn’s hair, grasping the ends until pain lanced through his scalp. Flynn let go of the tasty cock in his mouth.
    “Let go,” Flynn ordered.
    “Flynn, please….” Boone gasped.
    The fingers in Flynn’s hair loosened, and Finn rewarded Boone by sucking his cock in deep. When the head bumped into the back of Flynn’s throat, he swallowed. Boone cried out and struggled to thrust his hips forward.
    Flynn controlled Boone with his hands, not allowing him to move. Using his mouth, he proceeded to fuck Boone’s cock. Every time Boone’s cock touched the back of Flynn’s throat, he swallowed, pulling whimpers and groans from the sexy man.
    He slid his middle finger