From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Horse
Date: 31 Mar 1996 18:00:57 GMT

			      The Horse

	I got a call Wednesday afternoon. My brother was going into
the hospital for tests (He has Diabetes). He asked me if I could come
out and watch the place for a while. Could I watch The Place?! The
neighbor's raised Arabians. You're damned right I would! "Anything for
my brother," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

	When I got there, it was better than I hoped. The neighbor's
had taken two of their horses to a show, and would not be back for a
week. I told him not to worry, and after I got him packed and off, I
relaxed a bit. I figured it was going to be a wonderful couple of
days, but I didn't know that fate had decided to throw a joker at me.

	I was planning my first raid on the animals, when I heard some
commotion coming from the stable. A lot of commotion. Larry had warned
me that some punk kid had been sneaking around here. Well, whoever it
was, they were in for a big surprise! I slipped out quietly, and went
across the orchard, down the fields, and down to the barn.

	As I made my way to the corral, I saw somebody yelling, and
jumping up and down, and laughing. The horses were running around in
circles, fear in their eyes. There is nothing that makes me madder
than somebody torturing an animal, for no better reason than to have
fun.

	If you want to have fun at somebody else's expense, get
yourself a slave. He was a young man, fairly well built, with jeans
and a shirt.

	Not too bad looking, either. "You shouldn't do that. It
frightens the animals," I said. He whirled, and stared at me. "What
the fuck do you want?" "Just wanted to know who was down here, and
what they were doing... " He reminded me of a weasel. Thin, lithe, and
nasty. "Well, you can just fuck off, Bastard!" "I do not think so," I
replied. I have never understood why people mistake politeness for
weakness. "Well, Muther Fucker, I'm just gonna hafta cut ya!" He
hopped through the rail fence, and slowly, both hands in sight, moved
towards the big animal, inside. He stood, sides heaving, still
fearful, but waiting. I talked quietly, and soothingly to him. He
shied away, when I tried to grab his halter, but allowed me to touch
his shoulder.

	He was magnificent, all black, and muscular. I had trouble
breathing, I was so filled with lust. I gently rubbed his back, and
haunches, slowly moving to his belly. Rub an animal's belly, and he is
yours.

	He snorted, but moved his hind-leg, when I touched his sheath.
I stroked it, feeling the outline of his huge cock. He snorted again,
when I moved back and found a pair of orange-sized testicles, hanging
down at least three inches. I took one in my hand, and ducking under
his leg, licked on it. It tasted like dust, and hay, and sweat. I
opened my mouth, and kneeling, sucked on it. The stallion grunted,
moving his legs apart. The ball swelled in my mouth, while I rotated
it around with my tongue. Reluctantly, I let it slide out into my
hand, and lustily attacked the other one in the same manner.

	When both testicles were thoroughly coated with spit, I played
with them, and rubbed his sheath with my head. I keep my hair cut
short, and I could feel his cock inside. I moved back. What? "No
erection yet, Big-Boy? Well, We'll just have take care of that. Won't
we?" He snorted, and looked at me with one brown eye. I smiled at him,
then nibbled on the twin folds of skin that hang down on either side
of his cock-holder. Surprisingly, there were clean, and the taste was
like new-mown hay smells. I stuck my tongue inside, and it met the tip
of his dick. I lapped at it, coaxing it out. As he slid all fifteen
inches of sleek, black horse-cock out, I lapped at the shiny flesh. Of
course, I could only lick on half of his dick at one time, but he
didn't mind. When it was fully extended, the hilt, a leather-like ring
of flesh, shone wetly, and the stallion was excited.

	I sucked on the huge tip, licking the tasty excretions that
trickled out of his piss-slit. I had to stop myself, or I would have
continued until he came down my throat. But, I was reserving that
treat for someone else. I went out through the fence again, and went
over to where I had hog-tied the young punk. Leaving his hands tied, I
lifted him up, and grabbed his belt. He spat in my face. "Get your
fuckin' Faggy Hands off me, Fuckin' Faggot!" "You are about three
ticks from disappearing off the face if this earth," I snarled,
ripping his shirt off of him like it was made of paper, and jerking
his chin up with one forearm, I slammed a knee into the small of his
back, and then grabbed his pants, and undid the buttons. His briefs
looked like a tent.

	"Who's the Faggot?" I stroked his hard-on, then pulled them
down too.

	I shoved my head into his stomach, and dropped him onto his
ass. It was easy to remove his remaining garments. I grabbed him by
the hair, and jerked him upright. "You also have a dirty mouth. It is
about time somebody washed it out. And I am sure my 'Friend' will be
happy to help." I grabbed his balls, and led him by this convenient
'handle' through a gate, and into the corral.

	Off to one side, in the shade, was a half-buried pole, that
was about three feet tall, and had a piece of plywood nailed to the
top. With one good kick, I knocked the plywood off, and moved it over
to one side. I shoved the kid down to his knees, then crossed his
ankles around the pole, and tied them there, re-tying his hands. I
grinned at him, running my hands through his long hair. "I like long
hair. It gives me something to grab." I jerked his head back, using
his trellises for leverage, tied the handful to his ankles. Now he was
in a kneeling position, with the back of his head just about level
with the top of the pole. Now he had the choice of keeping his mouth
open, or going bald. I then went through the adjoining gate, and
brought the stallion around, who was still quite erect. It almost
stepped on him, as I maneuvered it's mid-section over the sputtering
punk. I again ran my hands over the animal, and down to the gigantic
fire-hose, still seeping pre-cum.

	I started sliding my hands over the smooth log. The horse
grunted, and slapped his erection up into his belly, smacking the
young man in the face. It left a shiny trail of pre-cum. "He likes
you." The kid tried to mutter something. I grinned again, and started
to jack-off the animal in earnest. The stallion danced, and the head
swelled, as I gently mauled his ballsack. "It won't be long, now... "
The stallion made a noise like a roar, and his balls lurched upwards.
The cock-tip swelled as the slit opened and fired a shot of horse cum
straight into the punk's mouth. He gagged, and the next splattered
across his chin. It was like trying to hold into a high-pressure
hose, made of leather.

	I gave it another pull, and more ejaculate spewed out,
slamming into the kid's mouth, and lips, sliding down his throat. I
couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing the animal's flexible cock, I
gnawed on the underside, hollowing my cheeks, as I created a vacuum.

	My hand slipped, and half of the fleshy pole slid down my
throat. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to. My throat muscles
milked his dick for all their worth, trying to drag it down into my
stomach.

	Having both hands free, they roamed all over the underside of
the horse, playing with his balls, stroking the remaining length,
sliding across his inner-thighs. Finally, digging my teeth into his
cock, I slid it out, slowly, stripping it of residual spunk. I'd
almost forgotten how good horse cum was. The animal stood, panting,
with a fine layer of sweat on his coat. He looked like a obsidian
statue. I reached between his legs and felt his scrotum. They were
quiescent, but as I rubbed them, slowly filled out again. I went over,
got a bucket of water, took a drink, gave the horse some, and tossed
the rest onto the tied-up jackass.

	After a few minutes rest, the stallion seemed willing to
resume the punk's lesson in humility, so I grabbed the still-dripping
cock, and smeared the spatula-like tip over his face, watching it
swell with the contact. More cock-lube seeped out. Wrenching his jaw
open, I stuck the head in his mouth. The stallion whinnied, and jerked
his hips.

	The punk gagged as a couple of inches slid into his mouth.
"Oh, come on! I can take at least a third of his cock, and you have a
bigger mouth than me... " I shoved his head forward, pushing more
thick inches down his gullet. Damn! This was turning me on! "I'll
leave you two lovebirds to get better acquainted." I stroked the
animal's forehead, calming it down. Didn't want him cumming just
yet...

	I went into the barn, and found a sturdy crate. Tossing it
over my shoulder, I returned to find the kid had taken half of the
pole into his throat. He also had a raging hard-on. I gave it a few
jerks, making him moan around his mouth-and-a-half-full. "I'll take
care of that later." I watched, as the cum-slick cock, pistoned by
those magnificent haunches, moved easily in-and-out of the young man's
mouth.

	I dropped my pants, and underwear off to one side, and put the
crate behind the stallion's moving ass. He sniffed the human, who was
giving him so much pleasure, then watched with interest, as I got up
behind him. I always carry a small container of vaseline, for Chapped
Lips, and Dry Cocks, and other things. I rubbed his buttocks for a
moment, then I moved his tail out of the way, and teased his anus with
my thumb. His tail jerked upwards, as I slid a finger's worth of
vaseline into him, and rotated it around. I dropped the jar back into
my shirt pocket, then removed it, and tossed it out of the way. I
rubbed my cockhead against his button-like asshole, then pressed it
into the tight opening. His anus opened slowly, at first pressing
inward, then engulfing the tip. I watched while I slowly went in to
the hair, the hole clinging to my dick.

	He snorted, and shook his head. But the only movement he made
was to spread his legs wider, so he could fuck the kid's face better.
I hunched over the animal, to see if I could reach his dick, but no
such luck. I had to be content with rubbing his back and sides, while
smoothly buggered his warm, snug entrance. He continued to hump the
man's mouth, finally settling into a pattern. I pushed in as the
stallion slid his hips back to mine, and I would hear the kid
breathing heavily, then the horse pushed forward again, plowing the
triangular cock-head down into the man under us, while I eased out.

	The chain-reaction started when I heard something plop softly
into the ground... Ah, the kid just ca... the horse grunted, and his
ass grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rhythmically, the
animal's anus pulled on my tool, while I spurted cum into it. Damn,
but that felt good! I came so hard, I had to lay across his rump for a
few minutes. Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and un-
corked the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face covered in
horse-spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it the water trough, and wiped
his face off. I removed the straps, and let him up. Then I got into my
clothes.

	"If I catch you bothering the animals again, I will show you
what pain really is." He scampered off, coughing and swearing. I fed
the horses, and went back home. I needed a shower, and a new shirt.