Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2016 17:41:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Jake's Horse Part 1 Jake's Horse Part 1 This is my first bestiality series. I don't have any firsthand experience, but I've been fascinated about it. I have attempted to make this as credible as possible, and welcome your feedback. –––––––––––––––––––– I'm Jimmy, a gay guy in my mid-twenties. I'm not out, and stay discrete, since society is still pretty judgmental, even with all the progress made in recent years. I date women and do enjoy being with them, but when we make love I am usually thinking of sucking a cock. I especially like sucking black cock, and would do it exclusively if there were more available to me. I have considered moving to a big city like Detroit, New York or Atlanta, where there were many more black men, but at this point I'm tied down by my job to a medium sized Midwestern city. I live in a rural area outside the city, which makes it even more difficult to meet black guys. One perk of rural life is an abundance of wooded areas, and I love to give blowjobs in the woods! One Saturday I decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. There were a number of trails that served hikers mainly, but a few horse riders used them as well, so you had to pay attention to where you stepped. Then I saw something I had never seen before: a naked black man leading a horse. He was about my size and age, but his cock was huge! The common myth is that all black cocks are huge, but in fact they come in all sizes. Just the same, the biggest cocks I've ever seen have all been black. His horse was, quite literally, "hung like a horse". His cock had to be at least 15 inches long, and about two inches in diameter. What was unusual however was that his cock didn't end in a flare, which can sometimes spread to four or five inches across. Instead there was a slight ridge, not unlike some human cocks. If I ever encountered such a cock on a man my knees would go weak! I was stunned to see the naked black man, but decided to take advantage of this opportunity. "Hello," I said, "I'm Jimmy – and you are very well endowed." "Thank you," he said, "I'm Jake – come check me out if you like." He was testing if I was a faggot or not, and since we were alone, and I really wanted his cock, there was no reason to hold back. I approached him and tentatively reached for his cock, pausing just before reaching it. "It's okay," Jake said. I took his cock in my hand and felt him grow in response. Jake began to breathe harder and I asked, "may I suck you?" "Sure," he said, "after you blow my horse." "What?" I replied, "I'm a faggot but I don't do animals!" "Too bad," he said, "How do you know if you'll like it if you don't try?" I stroked his cock, hoping that his arousal would change his mind. Soon he was fully erect and said, "You can get closer if you like – even kiss or lick, it, but no sucking." I dropped to my knees and kissed the tip of his cock head, licking a salty drop of pre-cum. He moaned with delight and said, "I'll bet you suck really well – too bad you won't blow my horse. If that cock were on me I'll bet you would suck it, wouldn't you?" "I sure would," I agreed. "Why don't you go examine his cock before deciding for sure?" he said. I decided to give it a try, and got up and walked back to the horse. I bent over and took his cock in my hand and he responded by snorting and hardening a bit. "Isn't this dangerous?" I asked. "Not very," said Jake, "He is used to white faggots, and I stand by his head to calm him." For a moment I considered blowing the horse – what could it hurt? I decided to reason with Jake. "Come on, you want me to suck you, so why not just let me do it?" I pleaded. "I'm sure that you will like blowing my horse once you try it," Jake explained, "When will you ever have another chance?" Jake was right – I had never had such an opportunity before and may never again. I was getting interested in this strange prospect. I looked closely at the horse cock as I stroked it. The absence of a flare made the head small enough to fit in my mouth – without any room to spare, but at least I could get it in. It would be like blowing a well-hung guy. "Okay, I'll try," I said, "but I can't promise to take him all the way." "Jimmy," admonished Jake, "You know that you just don't start a blowjob and not finish it!" "I'm sure you'll like it," continued Jake, "And then you can suck me." I don't know what I was thinking, but it all seemed to make sense to me, and I told Jake I would blow his horse. "You should probably take your clothes off," advised Jake, "so you don't get his cum on your clothes." That sounded like a good idea so I undressed, hanging my clothes over a nearby tree branch. The breeze felt good against my nakedness and soon I was kneeling near the horse cock. I took the cock in my hand and brought it to my open mouth. It smelled of horse piss and didn't taste much better, but it was the biggest cock I had ever held. The head filled my mouth and I sucked and ran my tongue over it as I stroked the cock. While it was a truly unique experience, in some ways it was similar to sucking a well endowed man – mouth full, and stroking to climax. Jake urged me on, telling me I was doing well, and soon I felt his cock begin to pulse and pump his load into my mouth. It was truly like drinking from a fire hose and soon his hot cum spilled out my mouth and down my chest. I tried not to swallow any of the vile stuff, but probably did swallow a little. I hoped there would be no ill effect. When he stopped pumping, I let go of his cock and looked at my cum-covered body. I was glad I was naked, because I sure couldn't go home with all this cum on my clothing! "Really well done!" declared Jake, "You must be a pretty good cocksucker – now come suck me." I stood up, cum running down onto my legs. Jake told me I could clean up later, but his cock needed my mouth now, so I walked to him and knelt before him. I sucked his cock and loved it – perhaps it was worth blowing his horse. He told me that I was a really good cocksucker as I ministered to his need. Soon he filled my mouth with his load, and this time I swallowed every drop. I got up and Jake mentioned that there was a stream a few hundred yards down the path where I could clean up. He picked up my clothes and walked with me to the stream and watched as I washed the sticky horse cum off my body. It would have been easier with soap and a washcloth, but I had to use only my hands. Once clean, I dressed and Jake handed me a card. "Send me an email tonight," he said, "and check out my website." I nodded and asked, "Why are you out here like this?" "To find white faggots!" Jake said. "Like me?" I said. "Exactly!" replied Jake, and we parted ways. That night I sent Jake an email, telling him that I enjoyed sucking him, as well as his horse. I sure would never want anyone to know I did it, but I had fond memories of it – even the flood of cum that covered me! I went to the website and saw an entry labeled "Jimmy" along with today's date. I clicked on the link and saw pictures of me handling the horse and blowing him, along with pictures of me blowing Jake. He even had pics of me covered by cum and cleaning up at the stream. I had no idea he was taking pictures, and would never have agreed to it. I felt that I was now publicly outed as a pervert. I didn't mind being a pervert – I just didn't want everyone to know. I sent another email to Jake, telling him that I was shocked that he had taken pictures and posted them. About an hour later I received a reply, saying that he understood my concern but I had nothing to worry about as long as I continued to participate with him and his horse. He gave me his address and told me to come to his place next Saturday morning. That night I jacked off remembering the events of the day, and found the memory of blowing the horse to be especially exciting. As I drifted off to sleep I realized that I now craved horse cock! –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org