As the red truck stopped the doors opened and two young men jumped out. Jarred lifted his head from a rather good afternoon meal and recognized his best friend John Killingsworth.
The boyish bull was so happy to see his best friend he darted as fast as his bull body could. In a quick move he made a bee line for John in a wish to be friendly.
John and the ranch foreman looked on his move as an attack, not friendship. The foreman pushed John into the load bay of the truck and in a short move touched the bull's ear with a 400 volt cattle prod.
Jarred bellowed in pain and shied away as the shock wore off. "Open the gate John and I'll urge him inside the pasture, yelled a still scared foreman."
Then gate opened Jarred ran threw in hope of not getting zapped again.
John and the foreman closed and locked the gate. Jumping into their truck they drove off leaving a young bull friend in the dust. Jarred Moooed and bellowed as he slowly walked the dusty road.
Saddened by the meeting of his old friend Jarred mooped along. As night began to come on and the blackness of a new moon of the month. Jarred had his first night of fear for his very life.
The Killingsworth ranch was miles across in all directions. As he continued to walk the dusty road he heard a squeaking noise off to his right. Listening very close he heard some cows mooing very low.
Jarred started to run with clumbsey leaps and bounds before he learned the proper motions of four legs. As he got closer he realized the squeaking was a windmill water pump. The need for water took his very soul as he ran for the trough.
Pushing cows, heifers, and steers to one side he dunked his whole head in the cool water. Coughing and sputtering he came up after getting a bull sized drink. Refreshed he began to saunter around between the cows and steers.
The boy who was Jarred had from time to time thought about animals and sex. Yet he lived on a small farm and such animal husbandry was left to his father. Now however he was more than a boy he was in fact very much a Angus bull.
The pungent smell of cows always made him turn up his nose and yell PEE.U. Suddenly and he did not know why the smell brought a inner feeling of joy and contentment.
Jarred stepped close to a young heifer. She was young enough that maybe she never yet had mated with a bull, a bovine virgin. As Jarred stepped close he was a little surprised when the heifer raised her tail. Jarred looked for a minute and notice she had dropped her head as a sign of submission.
Jarred's bull self went absolutely nuts! Snorting he pranced a bit and in a bound jumped atop her hind quarters. A half step closer he felt his rock hard cock poke at the furry rear of his new best friend. In a few tries he met a warm wet spot that said, Shove It, to his bullish brain.
Plunge away he felt his long cock slide down down deeper and deeper. Jarred shook his head in wild pleasure at his first sexual act ever.