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Archive name: goat.txt (M/beast, zoo)
Authors name: Rob UK (Address withheld by request)
Story title : My First Time With A Goat
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My First Time With A Goat (M/beast, zoo)
Rob UK (Address withheld by request)
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A young farmhand gets more than he expected when mucking
out the goats...
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My first experience with animal sex was when I was
working on a local farm that bred and showed pedigree
goats. I took a summer job there, feeding, mucking out
and helping cut and bale hay.
Goats have what's called ' A Hot Bed'. This is months of
bedding that they have urinated and messed on that has a
fresh layer of straw/hay spread over daily. This heats
up and provides warmth for them. But, this makes it hard
work when it's time to muck them out when it's
compressed and about 3 feet thick. It's backbreaking
work using a hand pitchfork and wheelbarrow! You soon
built up a sweat.
The male goats were kept in a separate stable because,
as I was told, 'They will mate anything, anywhere'. We
had special overalls to wear when mucking them out
because they had this habit of urinating on themselves
and anything nearby to add their scent to it to attract
females! A male goat is a huge and heavy beast that you
don't want to mess with! Even if they have had their
horns removed, their heads are like stone!
Usually the farmer took the males out into the paddock
because they knew him. But on this day he had gone out
without doing it. So it was left to me to take them out.
I had just finished mucking out the 'girls' as we called
them, and was sweating in the summer heat, so stripped
of before putting on the overalls to move the 'boys'.
They went outside without any problems, and I stood
watching them for a while. I was surprised to see them
trying to mate each other and admit to getting a little
stiff while watching. Anyway, I had a job to do, so
returned to my pitchfork.
After a couple of hours work I had finish and put in
fresh straw and water and now it was time to put them
back. Two of them went it without a problem, but the
largest male was not having it! He just danced around
and kept turning away from the door as I pushed him
towards it. He kept spinning around behind me and
spluttering at my legs with his tongue hanging out to
one side.
I had seen him do this just before he tried mounting the
other males earlier and wondered of the possibilities of
what was happening. So I bent forward with my hands on
my knees, and he came up behind me with his tongue out
and started stamping his font feet on the ground whilst
resting his head on my back. He leaped about a bit and I
knew what he wanted, but I didn't want to get caught
outside, so I walked inside, still bent over, and he
followed! I went into his pen and he still followed all
the time spluttering and stamping his feet.
Now inside, I closed the gate and stood facing him,
wondering if I had the nerve to go any further with
this. While thinking, he turned his head to the side,
lifted his rear leg and pissed all over his own face!
Then shook his head and did it again this time aiming
some at me. We were starting to smell rather strong now
and the other males were starting to show signs of
interest.
'What the hell' I thought. I turned my back to him and
lowered my overalls, placed my hands on the gate and
waited.
He came up behind me, no mucking about, he just leaped
straight up on his hind legs and crashed down on my
back, one front leg each side of me. He strained and
grunted and I felt his slim penis enter my ass quickly.
He thrust in once and ejaculated straight away, no
thrusting back and forth, just the once and I could feel
the cum he had left in me. Then he dropped off my back
and I was about to stand up when he was back again, up
on my back, thrusting, and grunting, and he came again
and was out in a flash once again.
There was no pain, but cum was starting to run down my
legs. I could feel his massive ball sack slap against my
own balls each time he mounted me. One time he missed
and thrust his prick between my legs and it appeared
beside my own raging hard on. It was slim, about the
thickness of your little finger, but about 7 inches long
and with a funny looking head to it that expanded as he
came.
He used me 10 or more times before he'd had enough, and
I was able to stand up and relieve myself with my raging
prick just ready to spurt as soon as I touched myself.
He was such a weight on my back that I wasn't able to
let go of the gate before then. I squatted down and let
his cum go before cleaning myself up before the farmer
came back.
The strange thing later and for the next couple of days
was that I could taste and smell goat cum. Every time I
burped or sweated I could smell it, and so could the
people around me. I made excuses about having worked on
a farm mucking out, and how that sort of smell hangs
around you.
I 'played' around with the males for the rest of the
summer, and was surprised when a male 'kid' around about
6 months old was already able to mate and cum! The
difficult thing with him, was to get him to mount and
not just leap up on all fours on my back and stand there
looking around.
This experience has led me on to male dogs now because
the farmer has moved. Maybe I'll write about those next.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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