In the sudden moment of terror Jarred's bullish cock withdrew back into the hairy sheath. As he turned his now bovine head toward the bedroom door it opened.
A scared boy stood leaning on his bed with forelegs and cloven hooves. Standing in the way a bull might when mounting out of set patterns from instinctive behavior. Jarred now every bit the site of a six month old Aberdeen Angus bull.
There in the open door stood his father. A surprised look quickly turned to the scowl of a man beginning to understand his son's erotic desires. Looking one way and then the other the angered man searched the room for his vulgar son who brought this bull into the house.
After a quick search, no Jarred was found. The bull stood in the same place and moved not a muscle. As Jarred's Father stood scratching his back and thinking of what next to do the young bull called to his Dad.
A right front leg and cloven hooves pawed at the bedsheet as the beast tried to wiggled his new lips to form words. The first, second and third try made no progress as the bull's bovine tongue and mouth was not atuned to human speach in any way, shape or form.
Father left for a minute but returned shortly with a lassoed' rope to lead and pull this animal from inside the house. So down the hallway went an angered man and one fine specimen of Aberdeen Angus bull. Out the kitchen and back door to a green grassy yard which quickly began to make instinctive demands to Jarred's bovine mind.
The angered man did not feel a friendly thought toward the beast found in his house. He yanked on the rope as the animal stopped to lower it's head and begin to graze on the green grass lawn.
A war for dominance of the bullish body was now in full action. Instincts of the bovine form were demanding the body to follow inbred patterns of behavior. Then too Jarred's desires to contact his Father and explain what had happened caused considerable stress. All of this and the new sounds his ears heard and the scents and smells his large animal nostrils sensed gave more distractions.
As Jarred was led into a pen used for mating his Father's horses the boy bull stood feeling and seeing the world from bovine eyes. A bellow called to the angered man who walked back into his house, but he never looked back. A tear ran down the black thick haired cheek as the boy felt alone in the truest sense of the word.
Turning he began to walk about the pen he'd helped his father so many times before. As cloven hooves isturbed the primal dust of the pen his nostrils noted a wonderous scent. The dust in the air held a scent Jarred's nose would have sneezed away. Yet to the large nostrilled bull head the instincts eeked at Jarred's schooled mind and suggested a more realized understanding.
Jarred closed his big brown eyes as the instinctive patterens of bovine breeding tried to make sense of the scent. A half step forward and the scent was realized but not in words. Eyes sudden flew open at the sensual feeling of his massive bull's cock emerging into the cool morning air. Out it came in a quick and rigid hard. A wild and forceful desire to mount and have sex with a cow raced in his thoughts.
The scent, that scent Jarred understood his reaction to the ton's of stallion semen long since dried and mixed in the dust of that pen.