In The Barn

Big Mac had woken up to a grinning Braeburn looking at his lower region. There was a hungry look in his eyes that he had only read about in his books. Braeburn's eyes were wide, but not with surprise, more of a look of desire. Big Mac had looked toward where Braeburn's eyes were transfixed on, and he noticed that there was a large lump under the blanket. When he tried to hide it, Braeburn stopped him.

"'Mac, don't worry, Ah'm just looking. Ah won't do nothing. It's so big, probably too big for me." Braeburn was looking into Big Mac's eyes with the same look of desire that he had when he was looking at the bulge.

"'Brae... I-It's too early t-to start this... Ah'm sorry. C-Could yah please leave mah room?" Big Mac's heart was racing, this was the second time in twelve hours. Braeburn knew, there was no doubt about that anymore.

"Sure Big Mac, I'll head out so you can work with that monster of yours. Call me if you need help," Braeburn had said before winking, then he continued, "You talk in your sleep, you know that? You were calling my name, that's pretty naughty of you. Oh well, I'll be in town, putting some banners up when you come to help me, once you're done helping your friend there." Braeburn stepped out of the room with a wink. Big Mac sat up and touched himself to the memory of his dream...