In no time I was putting my legs in the air for another frat, fucking anonymous pickups from seedy downtown bars, and generally having a great time discovering all those years of pent-up sexual frustration made me one great poke in my post-adolescence. It wasn’t until I moved to the city to go to college that I began to explore what feel I had always known. Other boys were experimenting openly with the farm girls or at least boasting about it. I think I was too busy avoiding my sexuality back then. In all that time, I never once considered having sex with any of the animals or with the hired help, even though I saw the animals having sex, the help having sex, and even once or twice I stumbled onto the help having sex with the animals. I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle and the animals, and even had some help in the lessons of life from the farmhands. I grew up on a dairy farm in the back country of a large metropolitan area.
