"A strange erotic life," thought Ken as he met another day. His vision limited to when the horsemaster would relax his sheath and allow the view of his lower world.
Each day was much like the last. To rise up and stretching the sheath shaken free of dust by the master. Ken's body would shake making the need to urinate a must. A tensing of the bladder made Ken's body fill with blood. Out, out he came from the crusty home. A home covered daily in sweat and layers of road dust it crackled and flaked some of the buildup as it deployed.
Ken's enjoyment first of the morning was to flex himself as much as possible. This would aid in flaking the cock and sheath clean of built up crud while giving the horse and master a thrill.
Such a thrill many times aided in quick urination which smelled in Ken's small nostrils and the taste of the grassy urine running threw his uretha mouth was not quite minty fresh.
Most fun of all was that erect Ken's will could add incentive to the horsemaster for a round of masterbation. Oh how Ken enjoyed the wagging bouncy delight of bumping his sensous body cock into the round hairy belly of the horse.
Each swing was better than the first as he stiffened and the uretha flared tight as the expected surge of semen would work it's way down the genital duct. The flavor of his masters semen was a delectable treat morning, noon, or night. The precum and semen would stick in the duct and it's flavors would last until the next urination period.
As hopes are realized Ken's fond wish of masterbation came directly after the clearing of the bladder.