It was a beautiful Sunday morning, as Dorian, the owner of an award-winning farm wake up. He stretched himself, after he'd sat up and looked beside him, on the other place of his double bed. The red velvet was empty, like almost every morning. The gay farmer was so terribly alone. He'd looking for a suitable partner for a long time. He had searched the internet and he even called the german TV show Farmer Wants a Wife, or at Farmer Wants a man, but to long his dream man stayed missing. He tortured himself to get up. First he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was dark and wild. In his eyes, that was terrible. He ran his fingers through the scattered hair, straightened it a bit. A sigh slipped out of his dry throat, before he left the finely furnished bedroom to go to the bathroom.

Once there, he took a long shower, he dried himself and brushed his black hair. He put a little wax to his hair, straightened it before he took care of his fancy mustache. Again he looked at himself in the mirror. "What a beautiful man you are!" He said to himself, before he left the room. He went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself. Eggs from Vivienne - his best hen. Her eggs were the best eggs, XL they were, 'Extra Large'. And so damn delicious! Each week she brought him 7-9 eggs. She was great, even if she was sometimes a stupid, stupid cow. Haha, 'cow'. In any case, the sexy sigle farmer sat down on his white table, ate his eggs on fine porcelain and with silver cutlery, of course. Today the eggs were especially tasty! He also drank coffee with caramel syrup. Of course, only the best for him. He glanced at his calendar, today was the twenty-second in May "Oh, maker!" He shouted, and spat out the half egg. Today was a special day! Today is the day of days. A man wanted to visit him today, he wanted to let his cow get fertilized.

Dorian had the best breeding bull throughout Thedas. 'The Iron Bull, they called him. The bull was enormous, he was huge, strong and well-equipped, Dorian thought. He was known to witness the best calves that could be found throughout Thedas. And he brought a Dorian a lots of money. The farmer put his dishes in the sink, tug at his denim dungarees from Levi's and his red-checkered shirt from Gucci, pulled on his black Gucci hat and went outside.

The sun was shining brightly on the sky. It was now eleven o'clock. The man wanted to be here around twelve. Well, Dorian thought, then I'll prepare the Bull for his cow! He made his way to the pasture on which his Bull could be anytime, day and night, summer and winter. "Woof Woof!" he heard from behind. Dorian turned around. "Well, good morning, my friend!" he said, stroking the long-haired, black terrier. "Woof!" the dog made again. "Are you hungry, Blackwall?" he asked the dog, which was barking again and then looked at him as if he wanted to say yes. "Well, then I'll give you your breakfast." The farmer went back into the house, opened a can of dog food and gave this into the wooden food bowl, which was outside of the doghouse at which hung a self-carved sign, on which was written 'BLACKWALL' in big letters. The dog ate, and Dorian went back to the pasture, where he saw him. The Iron Bull. There he stood, the gray bull was grazing happily. "Come here, my big boy!" Dorian shouted across the pasture. The Bull looked up. "Mooooh." he said and trotted slowly toward the man. His testicles jiggled back and forth when he approached the farmer. "Yes fine!" Dorian said, stroking his bull's horns. At that moment, as the Bull pressed his strong head against him, Dorian had an idea. What if he'd test the quality of his breeding bull? After all, it wouldn't be different than if a farmer who'd test the raw milk a cow, he thought. He should know what his bull can. "Oh baby, we will have fun .."

Just at that moment, when he began to stroke the head of his bull, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and looked directly into the face of a young, attractive man. "Howdy! You have to be Dorian! The famous Dorian! And that's certainly the Iron Bull," the man said and pulled at his strawhat as if he wanted to say 'hello', before he stared hungrily at the award-winning bull. Bah, thought Dorian, what a cheap straw hat! In addition, he shouldn't look at his bull like this! It was his bull! But actually, he man looked okay. Blond hair and brown eyes, actually totally Dorian's type! "Yes, I am. I'm sure you're Casper.", He said, eyed the beautiful man suspiciously. "Cullen". The blonde cleared his throat and looked into the eyes of the dark-haired, or at his mustache. What a beautiful part, Cullen thought. "Yeah, Whatever. You're here because of me." Dorian said. "I meant for him." he corrected himself, he sounded dreamy, as he stroked the head of the bull. The Bull made moo again, and pooped on the floor. "He is so majestic." said Dorian swarming. "Ehh. Yes, surely." Cullen said.

Cullen thought that Dorian was strange. "I'm here because of my cow, Isabela." he said, smiling, before he turned and stroked the back of a black cow. Isabela was a nice name for a cow. "Muuuuuh." Isabela said. In her eyes was a rebellious look. She shuddered and glanced at the Bull who wiggled his eyebrows as she looked at him. "Moooh, Mooh" he said. "Moohoh." "Muh muh", Isabela replied, "Muh muh."

"The two seem to get along," said Cullen and smiled friendly, but Dorian was shocked. Did this cow just said 'MUH' to his bull? That wasn'tright! He was his bull! "I think so," Dorian said and you could hear it clearly, he was stunned by these words. What a stupid cow! Haha, 'cow'. "Let's leave those two alone and go into the house?" the attractive Cullen asked the beautiful Dorian, who grudgingly said yes. He opened the gate to the pasture and let Cullen lead his cow to the pasture, and before he'd closed the door again, the Bull jumped on Isabelas back. "Muuuuuh!" cried Isabela, she cried with happiness. Dorian rolled his eyes. What an arrogant snipe! He quickly went inside the farmer house with Cullen.

Once inside he made cheap drip coffee for Cullen, and for himself, again finest, imported coffee with caramel syrup. The two men talked, even though it was hard, because Isabela groaned so loudly. "And you live alone here?" Asked the blond man carefully. "No, I'm hiding twenty lovers in my closet." he said, rolling his eyes. "Of course, I live alone!" Oho, Dorian was bitchy. The blonde blushed a little, cleared his throat again. "I-i'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." he said. "I'm really sorry.". Dorian looked at the man. Actually, he was really quite cute! "What about you?" He asked the other. "What do you do? Do you live alone?" "Yeah, well, I breed horses! And most recently, I also try myself in cattle breeding." He smiled, proud of what he'd achieved so far. "And .. I live alone .. Yes." he added. "Aha." Dorian, the tried to act disinterested.

The two men talked for a while. Cullen told him about his life on the Templar-Ranch in the north of Thedas and how hard it was there, really hard, because his trainer always wanted to play catch with him. From behind. Well anyway, Dorian looked outside and watched how his bull took Isabela. Hard and thats what he wanted too! He was so jealous! If he could, he'd make a steak out of Isabela! He sighed loudly and relieved when he saw that Isabela and his bull finally stopped. FINALLY. Isabela and the Iron Bull were lying on the grass and smoking. That was what the Bull always did. He was a heavy smoker. "Oh, I see they're done!" Said Cullen and rose. He went to the door, where Dorian looked at his butt inconspicuous. What a nice ass in those cheap leather pants! What a waste! "well, I'll go then." he said, smiling, cute, shy. "I'll take you out." Dorian added.

The men went outside, where Isabela and the Bull were talking. The two talked about having a date soon. What the fuck! That was his bull! "Come on, Isabela," Cullen said, pulling his cow from the pasture. "Muhmuh" she said, "muhmuh."

The Bull nodded and Cullen said goodbye to Dorian. As far as well. Dorian stroked the forehead of his bull. "Now we are alone again babe," he said, whispered it softly in his ear. "Moooh." said the cop. "Mooooh". How romantic it was. Dorian kissed his forehead and went inside, there to clean the coffee cups and cutlery from breakfast. But under the cup stuck something ... What was that? A note!

Call me!

0-800-666-666

gay farmers, so very alone

xoxo

Cullen