You run out into the yard with your bucket, staying mostly on the soft grass, though you're pretty used to walking all over all kinds of ground. Yup, it's an every day sort of thing, slopping the pigs, and you do it with a grin. Except... halfway through, you realize this isn't right. You're not some little barefoot farm kid, or at least you weren't yesterday. Despite your realization, you keep at your chore like you were, the same silly grin on your face as you sing a random little song to yourself. It's like you're just along for the ride, though the line between "you" and the farm boy keeps blurring, his thoughts and feelings bleeding in to your own, and you can't always tell the difference right away.
You hang the empty bucket on a hook and sit on a nearby hay bale to watch the pigs go at it. You- no, he -loves hanging around them, and deep down you kinda envy them runnin' around without no clothes and- you try to shake off the strange emotions, but it's difficult with everything all jumbled together like this. But you realize that watching the pigs run around has the young boy excited. He's seen them do a lot more than feed and run around in his young life, and he's remembering it all now. You can help but fantasize with him as he remembers the hot animal rutting he's seen, and you rub your rock hard little prick through the thick denim of your overalls.
He, you, look around to see if anyone's watching, then unhook the straps on your overalls, letting it fall open. You wriggle out of the overalls just enough so you can get your hands on the 3 inch little nail of a cock you have jutting out between your legs. The naughty little kid in charge of your body grins, glad you never bothered with underwear or anything else underneath, and starts jerking your prick between your thumb and forefinger. Your toes, dangling off the edge and over the mud as the horny farm boy in you writhes in pleasure, quickly bringing himself to an enthusiastic orgasm, squealing loudly a lot like the pigs near by as your body hits its climax. You reel from the intensity of the young, dry cum, but the boy is already over it, sloppily pulling up his overalls and regarding the pigs with a gleeful grin. He adjusts his lingering hardon, poking around freely inside the loose clothing, too young to be exhausted by the act. You can feel the various impulses and possibilities of what to do now spark about in his immature little mind, and just how long you can keep from losing yourself inside his head again!