Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:28:34 +0000 (GMT)
From: n1610@btinternet.com
Subject: Lightning, Troy and Hector (Bestiality - M + horse)

This story is for those of a legal age only.  This story is fiction.  Any
resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.

It has details of sexual acts between a man and a horse. If that offends
you, or if illegal to read about in your country, please close this file
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Prologue

My name is Andrew and I'm a professional photographer living in a 16th
century cottage on the edge of a picturesque Cotswold village.  Travelling
all over the world on photographic assignments, it is a pleasure to get
home to the peace and quite of the village and surrounding stunning
countryside.  Being away so much of the time I haven't really embraced
village life, but I do enjoy the village pub and meeting the locals when at
home.  Some of the customers are high-flying executives who commute to
London or Birmingham and they only frequent the pub at weekends, but local
villagers, farmers and farm workers seem to spend many an evening in the
cosy atmosphere and over the years I have got to know many of them.

Without a partner it can be a little awkward when asked out to dinner and
sometimes my hosts will invite me to dinner when they have a single female
visiting them.  Dinner is as far as it gets, though many of these women
have tried to drag me off to their bed, but there is no way they will ever
succeed.  If some of the male hosts tried to drag me off to bed I'd be
there before you could blink your eyes; one or two are really quite hunky
and many an evening I've gone home afterwards and relieved myself by the
fantasy of them making me their slutty bitch!  One can but dream.


Part I

Six months ago I went to the pub for a drink or two.  I greeted many of the
locals, but they were very vocal so I excused myself and moved away to sit
quietly in an alcove next to the log fire.  I let my mind drift idly,
thinking about men, work, more men etc.  Malcolm came into the pub and
ordered his drink at the bar.  Now Malcolm is somebody I very definitely
would like to get to bed; he is a stunningly handsome man, probably late
30s, with a fantastic smile that sends shivers up and down my spine.  I had
noticed some of the women in the village obviously thought the same as me
about him, but I hoped I kept my desire secret.  I am gay and will confirm
it if anybody asks, but I don't go around advertising myself.  He wasn't a
regular visitor to the pub so I had not really got to know him, except that
I did know he ran a stud farm about 10 miles away.  Having got his drink he
came over to where I was sitting.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Not all", I replied.

After the usual exchange of pleasantries he said, "You're a photographer,
aren't you?"

I know what's coming up next, I thought to myself.  He probably wants me to
photograph a wedding or children's party or something similar.  I don't do
that kind of work.  My work is usually spectacular landscapes, mountains,
waterfalls, extreme weather, glaciers, hurricanes, and the like, so I don't
do what to me is the mundane social photography.  And just to make sure
that whoever is even contemplating asking me to take photographs, and to
make it clear that I don't do anything for free, I have a stock answer...

"It's how I earn my living."

"I don't know whether you know but I run a stud farm and I would really
like some decent photographs of my current breeding stallions."

"I've never photographed horses, except I did attend the Grand National
once, just to get some action pictures."

"But I have seen some of your other work and you seem to capture some
undefined essence, or spirit, of whatever the subject is and that's want I
want to try and get for my horses.  Anybody can take a half-decent shot of
a horse, but they don't really sell the horse and I need photographs that
can show off my stock to their best.  That way I should get more mares to
keep my boys happy which means more income for me which keeps me happy."

I had no assignments lined up for the following week and I thought a couple
of hours at the stud farm could be quite relaxing.  I might even get some
shots of Malcolm for my private collection!

"I don't want to agree anything definite, but I could come along, say next
Tuesday, and take a few shots and see how I feel about it.  If it works out
OK for both of us then we can set up a formal agreement."

"That sounds fine to me.  Let me get you a refill for your drink."

"OK, just a half, please."

He got drinks and we chatted for quite a while about our jobs.  He had the
most wonderful smile, was clean shaven, and had piercing blue eyes and fair
hair that was turning a little grey at the temples.  I reckoned he must
work out as he looked quite fit although he was not wearing any really
tight fitting clothing that might have confirmed my thoughts.  However, he
seemed to have a substantial package, going by the bulge in his pants and
my mind was drooling at the thought of him as a stallion to me being his
mare; I had to stop myself from drooling at the mouth!

There was no hint of a wife, girl friend or partner and I was desperate to
find out his situation, when he said, "You live alone don't you?"

"Yes, always have done.  And yourself?"

"I live alone, now.  I was married for nearly 6 years, but we've been
divorced for more than 10 years.  She said I was more in love with my
horses that with her!  I have to admit that I do pay far more attention to
them than I ever did to her.  And another thing, I could never cope with
her mood swings nor the mood swings of her female friends.  I'm fortunate
that I have been able to employ stable lads.  I know there should be sexual
equality but I've always had better service from lads than lasses."

Was he trying to tell me something?  I wasn't sure what to say in return
and it was as though he knew this, so finishing his drink, he got up and
said, "I need to get back to the stud as we always start our morning tasks
as soon as it daylight."

"I understand.  I'll see you next Tuesday, about 10 o'clock?"

"Make it about 11; just to make sure that all the morning jobs have been
completed."

"No problem."

He flashed a wonderful smile and left, leaving me feeling quite flushed.


Part II

It was the most glorious sunny Spring morning, with the sun shining, birds
singing, lambs gambolling and everything seemed just perfect as I drove out
to Malcolm's stud farm the following Tuesday.  As I drove up to the house,
Malcolm appeared and I nearly wet myself as I beheld this god-like man; he
stood there wearing an open neck shirt with cravat, the tightest jodhpurs I
had ever seen and thigh-length riding boots.  The jodhpurs confirmed that
he was a well-hung man.  Fortunately, as it was a sunny morning, I was
wearing dark glasses, which enabled me to get a good look at him as I
walked from parking my car to greet him.  His handshake was firm and manly
and the skin texture told me that he was used to the work necessary in
running a stud farm and that he didn't sit in his office all day doing
paperwork; he got his hands dirty grooming the horses and mucking out the
stables.

We discussed the types of shot he was expecting and he suggested various
locations for doing the shoot.  He had two horses he wanted photographing
that morning, just to see how the pictures would turn out, and if
successful, would arrange another shoot when he would want pictures of all
his stallions.  The first horse, Troy, a fine-looking grey, was paraded out
by a stable boy, Sam, and I took a number of pictures in various locations
around the stables and paddock.  The stable boy, holding the reins, was not
adding to the composition, but the horse would not stay still long enough
for me without the restraint of the reins.  He was quite an attractive lad,
although quite slender and I imagined he might have aspirations to be a
jockey.  I didn't really mind having him in the picture; I could edit him
out and would probably put him in my special folder of guys that I would
look at when needing inspiration to relieve myself.  His jeans were worn
and baggy which gave no indication of his manhood.

Malcolm brought the second horse himself and he said it was of Arabian
stock.  I didn't know much about horses but new enough to know that Arabian
horses were highly-rated animals.  I was more than happy to take shots of
the two of them together, although the horse was quite calm and would stand
still, wherever I wanted him to be, without the need to be restrained.
Malcolm and the horse made a fine pair together.  Malcolm was obviously
very proud of Lightning, as I found out the horse was called, and I think
Lightning was probably proud to be handled by Malcolm.  As a photographer
you are able to take photographs of people without them noticing; you can
vaguely point the camera in their direction and it looks like you are
taking a general shot, but you zoom into just the person.  I took many
shots of Malcolm looking very sexy in his tight jodhpurs and he either had
a hard on or he was so well endowed that his cock was positioned upwards
just for comfort!

He dismissed Sam and Troy and asked me if I was prepared to take some extra
special photos of Lightning.  I didn't know what he had in mind and I had
already taken more than enough shots of the horse, but agreed.  He walked
Lightning round to the back of the house into his private garden and I duly
followed with all my equipment.

"These photographs will be for my personal collection and I will pay you
for them, regardless of the results of the other photos you have already
taken."

I had often been asked to take private photos for clients, but was always
very selective, only taking handsome and sexy men.  I never let on that I
kept copies filed away in my own private collection.

"I understand and can promise you that they will be kept private."

"I thought I could rely upon your discretion, however, I hope you won't get
embarrassed by what I ask you to shoot," he said.

My mind was racing as to what he could possibly have in mind.

"I am going to rub Lightning's sheath to arouse his cock.  When it is fully
aroused I would like some photographs taken of it."

I don't think I had ever seen a horses cock so I didn't know what to
expect.  Malcolm started saying soothing things to Lightning, then rubbed
along the length of his back and up and down his hind legs.  Lightning
stood there quite calmly.  Malcolm then started to rub the sheath and it
was not long before his penis appeared, and he then rubbed that.  It grew
and grew and I couldn't believe how thick and long it was; I had never seen
anything like it!  It was amazing and I was surprised that I found my cock
twitching at the sight before me.  I turned away, supposedly to check my
camera, but in fact I had to adjust my cock to a more comfortable position
in my pants.

"You'll need to be fairly quick in taking the photos because without a mare
around he could soon loose interest and his cock will go flaccid and
retract."

"OK."

I had started taking shots already and I was fascinated by the size of the
penis; it must have been at least as long as my arm.  But nearly as quickly
as the penis had been aroused it started to go limp.

"Have you got enough shots?"

"Can he be aroused again?"

"I'll try," he said, and without saying anything he stripped to the waist.
Standing there next to Lightning, I couldn't help but think what a
magnificent couple they made.

"You have a great body and look very sexy.  It should make for some good
shots if I included you in the frame.  Is that OK?"

"I see that we are on the same wave length, and you don't need to turn away
to adjust yourself," he laughed, as he rubbed and adjusted his own cock.

Malcolm started rubbing Lightning's penis again and it did stiffen a bit,
but not as much as before.  As if I hadn't been aroused enough already,
when Malcolm got underneath Lightning and started licking up and down the
long thick shaft then finishing by putting the end into his mouth and
giving, what appeared to me, a blow job, I nearly shot my load.

Thank goodness for digital cameras; I didn't need to stop and change films,
although I would soon run out of memory.  About twenty shots later, I did
run out!

"I've taken so many shots that I have run out of memory."

"I'll be eager to see them, and of course, no one else besides the two of
us must see them or know about what has taken place."

"Don't worry, they won't.  I have to admit I found the private session very
erotic.  I had never thought about a horse's penis before.  What an amazing
sight!"

"Yes, it is, isn't it?  And it is thrilling to see a stallion mount a mare
and pound away.  I might ask you to take some photos of that, if you're
willing?"

"Let me see how these turn out first, and then I'll let you know."

"No problem."  Putting his shirt back on, he said, "I need to get on with
some work, so will take Lightning back to his loose-box.  When can I see
your work?"

"I'll be able to sort through all the images this afternoon and separate
out the private ones for you."

"How about coming round this evening, about 7, and we can go through what
you have?"

"That'll be fine."

"And don't worry about eating; I'll rustle up some food, nothing special;
and bring your camera."

"OK, thank you very much, and I never go anywhere without my camera," I
responded.

"That's great.  Can your camera take movies as well?"

"I have a separate video camera, but I'm not expert, and only use it to
help me study a subject."

"Bring that along as well, if you like.  You never know what you might find
of interest," he teased.

"See you later."


Part III

I was eager to download all the photos to my computer and see exactly what
I had taken.  I separated out the ordinary shots from the private ones and
did some manipulation, cropping, light adjustments etc. to make better
compositions, and then created backups.  I was aroused by the photos of
Malcolm and Lightning and I found myself zooming into both Malcolm's crotch
and the magnificent specimen of Lightning's huge penis.  I'd never thought
about a horse's penis before and wasn't sure whether I was being aroused by
it or if it was just seeing Malcolm in all his masculine glory.  I was
slightly shocked, but really delighted that the blown-up images of him
confirmed he had a definite hard erection inside his jodhpurs and he was
not wearing underpants.

Arriving back at the stud in the evening, I was greeted by Malcolm and his
winning smile; did he ever stop smiling, I wondered?  He was wearing white
jodhpurs that were an even tighter fit than the beige ones he had been
wearing that morning; a tight-fitting, open-necked white shirt was tucked
into the jodhpurs which accentuated his broad chest and slim waist.  My
cock twitched at the sight.  Extending my hand, anticipating just a
handshake, Malcolm grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and planted a
kiss directly on my lips.

"I think we should get know each other," he said, leading me into his home.

I was more than happy to agree with him.

He got drinks and we sat and talked about ourselves.  At first we sat in
armchairs, facing each other, but after refilling our glasses he sat on the
sofa and beckoned me to join him.  Sitting down next to him, he put his arm
around my shoulder and pulled me into a long kiss.  I'm just an ordinary
guy and could not believe that this god-like being would deign to look at
me, let alone kiss me.  I naturally responded and my cock told me I was
doing the right thing as it pushed its way to an erection inside my pants.
Malcolm noticed.

"I see you are already aroused, but I've got something else to show you
that might arouse you even more."

I thought he was going to unzip his jodhpurs and let me see his cock, but
he stood up, grabbed my hand and said, "Get your cameras and come with me."

Here was a man who knew what he wanted, but there was no way I could take
photos of the two of us, as I thought, without an awful lot of preparation
with a tripod and lighting, and I hadn't come prepared for that.  He
followed me out to my car, I got my movie camera and then he took hold of
my hand and led me into the stable yard and across to one of the stables.
As we entered I noticed the name Troy on the door, the same horse that I
had photographed with Sam earlier in the day.  I had taken enough photos of
this horse and didn't really want to waste the evening repeating the shots.
Inside, Sam was underneath Troy with Troy's penis in his mouth; he was
definitely giving the horse a blow job!  He paused momentarily when he saw
us, but Malcolm just indicated that he could continue.  My own penis
started to rise again and then I noticed that Sam was naked, only wearing
his Wellingtons, and slowly rubbing his own erect cock.  I could say that I
was shocked, but I had been around and seen an awful lot of kinks and
fetishes, and even participated in some of them, so I wasn't really
shocked, and I had seen Malcolm suck Lightning's cock.  My raging hard on
was even telling me that I was enjoying the sight.

"I'm sure Sam won't mind if you want to take some video of him sucking on
Troy's cock."  The cock wasn't as big as that of Lightning that I had seen
that morning, but it was still pretty big.  I like sucking cock but I'd
never had anything that big in my mouth and didn't think I would be able to
do what Sam was doing.  My mind was trying to work out if it would be
possible, but my hard on was telling me that I would have to try.  I had
never seen anything so hot.  "You can move around, in closer, or where ever
you want, Andrew.  It's not easy to disturb Sam once he's got Troy aroused
and in his mouth!"

I moved all round the pair of then taking both still and movie shots of Sam
trying to get as much of Troy's huge penis in his mouth.  His hands rubbed
up and down Troy's penis, pushing as much of it as possible into his mouth.
He managed to steady the huge penis in his mouth with one hand and massaged
his own not insignificant cock.

"Whenever you're ready, Sam," Malcolm said.  "You may want to keep well
back, Andrew."

I had no idea what Malcolm meant but what happened next did shock me.  Sam
stood up and put on an old sweatshirt and lubed up his arse.  There was no
way that he was going to be fucked by Troy, I thought to myself.  Sam moved
in front of Troy and rubbed his head and kissed his nose then turned
himself around and braced himself against the upright partition in the
middle of the loose-box.  Troy pricked up his ears and his penis became
rigid as he moved behind Sam, and then raised his front legs over Sam's
shoulders and started to jab at Sam's hole.  He must have tried half a
dozen times, but always missed his mark, so he came off Sam's shoulders and
back onto all four legs.

"He will try again in a couple of minutes, and will usually keep trying
until he succeeds.  I can see by the state of your own penis that you are
very excited by the scene.  We could probably arrange something for you in
the future if you so wanted!"

"There's no way I could get that in my arse!" I responded.

"It doesn't go all the way in, as you will see when Troy starts again."

As though on cue, Troy's penis became rigid and he again reared up onto
Sam's shoulders and started jabbing away trying to find the entry to Sam's
arse.  At the third attempt Troy found the hole and the force of the entry
momentarily raised Sam's feet from the floor.  I could see why he needed to
hold on to something.  I zoomed in with my camera and recorded the pounding
that Sam was getting from Troy.  Sam was moaning, but I really couldn't
tell whether it was agony or ecstasy.  Just as quickly as Troy had started
pumping his seed into Sam it was all over and Troy was back on all four
legs, his penis dribbling cum and softening and it didn't take long for it
to retract into its sheath.  Sam was still quietly moaning as he emptied
his arse of horse cum, far more than a man could ever produce, and then
when he turned I could see he had the widest grin possible.  He relaxed and
slowly sank down onto the straw.

"That was incredible; I never would have thought it possible for a guy to
take such a huge tool."

"I get the feeling that you might like to try."

"Yes and no", I responded.  "Do all horses have such massive cocks?"

"No.  Very much like humans, they vary in size.  There are a couple of
horses in the stud at the moment that might be suitable for a first try."

"I'll think about."

Malcolm asked Sam, "Are you OK?"

Sam nodded yes, still too week and euphoric to utter the word.

"We'll let you see the photos and video that Andrew has taken some other
night.  Good night."

"Good night and thank you for letting me watch and capture the action", I
added, packing my cameras away.

Malcolm opened the door to let us out of the stable.  Out in the cool he
pulled me into a long passionate kiss, to which I readily responded.

"I don't know about you but I could do with a drink."

I nodded in agreement.

"And then, if you like, we can take care of each other's cocks!"

"Sounds like a good idea to me!"

Malcolm got drinks whilst I downloaded the images and video on to my
laptop.  Playing back the movie my cock started to rise once again and as I
moved to adjust myself, Malcolm moved my hand away and undid my trousers.
I paused the playback so he could remove them and my briefs.  I removed
those incredibly sexy jodhpurs from Malcolm; as I had noticed earlier, he
wasn't wearing anything underneath.  Released from their confined spaces
both our cocks sprung upright as I resumed the playback of the movie.
Malcolm grabbed hold of my 7" erect penis and slowly rubbed up and down it.
I did the same to his meaty penis which I guessed must be at least 9" or
possibly even 10" and couldn't wait to have him pound my arse with it.

"Can I get you another drink?"

"I shouldn't have anything more to drink as I am driving."

"Unless you have a reason for going, you can always stay the night."

It didn't take me more than a second of thought to respond, "In that case,
I will have another, thank you."  The evening had been exciting and hot
already and now I was going to be able to spend the night with Malcolm.

Malcolm refilled our glasses and we looked at the still photos and watched
the video again.

"I have seen Troy mount Sam a number of times and I am always amazed at the
sight and very much turned on by it.  I was watching you tonight and you
were really turned on, literally drooling at the scene unfolding before
your eyes."

"Yes, I did find it a turn on and, like I said, I may like to try it some
time, but in the meantime I'd like to sample your manhood!"

Malcolm grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet, and, putting his arms around
me, we kissed each other, deeply.  As our kiss ended he took hold of my
hand and led me to his bedroom.  I'm not sure how many times he sucked me
off or how many times he unloaded his cum in my arse during the night,
suffice it to say that it was one of the best nights of sex I had had for
many a year.

"Were you disappointed not to fuck me?" he asked, whilst we had breakfast.

"No.  I was more than happy to let you fuck me, particularly as you are a
great sucker, if you'll pardon the expression."

"I'm glad about that, and I'll tell you why.  I love the taste of cum and
try to drink as much as I can.  I also love the taste of horse cum and
regular take everything Lightning can offer."

"After seeing Sam last night with Troy, I must admit that I wondered if you
ever did anything like it yourself."

"Lightning is a magnificent beast and has copious amounts of cum, which I
readily accept, both in my mouth and arse."

"You manage to take his massive penis?" I asked in amazement, my cock
starting to rise at the prospect of seeing Malcolm being fucked by
Lightning.

"Yes, but not all the way.  I hope you're not too shocked?"

"No, but doesn't it hurt?"

"Your arse gets used to it, and the more you do it, the looser your
sphincter muscles become.  If I thought that there was anyway of you
spending last night with me I would have abstained a little so as to allow
my muscles to return to a more normal state.  That's the real reason for
not letting you fuck me last night.  My hole would have been too slack for
either of us to enjoy.  And that is in no way meant to belittle your
manhood.  Any other time and I would have loved to feel you inside me."

"Well, you can always invite me to visit you again when your arse is tight,
and allow me to pound it open again," I smiled.

"There's nothing I'd like better.  It takes two or three days so how about
the weekend?"

"OK, thanks.  I'll get all the photos and videos edited and copied onto
discs for you and Sam."

"Come over on Friday evening, and you can stay the whole weekend if you
want to."


Part IV

I spent the remainder of the day and the Thursday and the Friday revisiting
all the photos and videos that I had taken of Malcolm and Sam and the
horses Lightning and Troy.  The more I saw the more I was aroused and I
jacked off many times at the thought of being fucked by man and beast.  I
really wanted to find out what it felt like having a horse's cock pound my
arse and fill me with his cum.  I had over 2 days before I would be going
back to the farm and decided that I would stuff my arse with the biggest
dildo I had and try to leave in all that time so that my sphincter muscles
would be stretched.  I had never spent more than a couple of hours with my
largest dildo inside, so this was going to be quite a challenge, and
possibly very uncomfortable, but I was so determined.

Twenty four hours later my arse was well and truly stretched and decided I
would telephone Malcolm to let him know what I had done and that I really
wanted to at least try and be fucked by a horse.  Malcolm was amazed that I
had been so aroused by the session on Tuesday night that I had gone to so
much trouble, but he would do his best to please me.

"You'd better come round about 6 o'clock and we'll see what we can do
before dinner.  Besides empty bowels you will find it easier if your
stomach is fairly empty as well."

"OK, I'll be there!" I enthused.

Later that day I was worried that the dildo was no match for the size of a
horse's penis, but what could I do?  The answer came when I was doing my
shopping in the local greengrocers and came across the largest courgette I
had ever seen.  Fortunately local shops don't have to abide by supermarket
rules, where everything has to be the same size!

Arriving at the farm on Friday evening, Malcolm was waiting for me, looking
as stunning as ever.  He was wearing his customary tight-fitting jodhpurs,
but this time they were black, and a tight-fitting black shirt; the effect
showed off his tanned, muscular features and blond hair to ravishing
effect.  As on every other occasion that I had been in his company my cock
started to push upwards as I drooled at the sight.  We met, greeted each
other and then embraced and kissed long and deep.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"I have to at least try, if that's alright with you, otherwise I shall
never know what it's like and may never get the chance again, regretting it
for the rest of my life."

"I understand.  I have singled out a horse called Hector, who is not as big
as either Lightning or Troy, but will still probably stretch you.  He is a
mature, placid horse so is unlikely to get overly agitated.  He's been
breeding for a number of years so it's all in a day's work for him.  Once
he realises that there is a nice warm hole for him to stuff his cock into
and unload his juices, he shouldn't be any trouble.  Some horses get so
excited that you have to watch out for hooves kicking you, and that hurts,
believe me!"

"I can well imagine!"

"Sam will help you and I've got my camera, which is nothing compared to
yours, to try and get some photos for you."

"Thanks for that.  I have been so worked up about this that I hadn't even
thought about getting any photos of myself."

We crossed the yard to Hector's stable and went inside.  Hector, a
beautiful chestnut, was being groomed by Sam, who acknowledged our
presence, not be speaking, but by touching his forelock.  I wondered
whether he ever spoke, as he hadn't uttered a word when we watched him
earlier in the week as he was being fucked by Troy.

"I thought you said Hector wasn't as big as Lightning or Troy, but he looks
massive to me."

"He is tall but his cock is not as big, and you should be able to fit
underneath him without him having to rear up and put his front legs across
your shoulders.  It will also make it easier for you to move out of the way
if you find it too much."

"Thank you very much for that; I really appreciate what you have set up for
me."

"I just want to please you in every way!" he grinned.  I grinned back.

"You will need to spend some time with him, stroking him, muzzling up to
him, letting him get used to you and the smell of you."

I walked over to Hector, called him by name, saying what a beautiful boy he
was, rubbed up and down his body, and let him get used to me.  I was
trepidatious at touching his sheath, but Sam indicated that it was alright,
so I started to rub it.  Hector's penis started to grow almost immediately
and I started to massage that using both hands.  My own penis, which had
already been aroused once, when meeting Malcolm, was getting painfully hard
inside my pants.

"There is no rush, so you can strip when you are ready.  Sam has provided
an old sweatshirt for you to wear, which has been rubbed against a mare.
It will make you more acceptable to Hector as he hasn't had any length of
time to get to know you.  Troy and Lightning are so used to Sam and me that
we don't need to do anything like that."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied, and stripped, releasing my
throbbing penis from its confined space in my pants.  I moved my naked body
next to Hector and it felt strange and erotic to have his hair against my
skin.  Hector snorted a couple of times.  My mind wondered whether that was
his sign to say I was acceptable or was he rebuffing me?  I put on the
sweatshirt and put copious amounts of lube in and around my hole.  Bending
down underneath Hector I looked at his cock, fully extended and hard.  I
turned round to present my arse to his cock and took a couple of steps
backward, then I felt it, the jab of a penis against my buttocks, and I
braced myself for the moment when he would enter me.  His cock pushed
against my sphincter muscles almost immediately (I found out afterwards
from the photos that Sam had guided the massive tool to its place) and I
relaxed as much as possible.  Even though I had prepared my hole Hector's
cock stretched it further as he forced his way in.  He started to pound
away in his animalistic and brutal way.  I didn't know at the time how far
he managed to enter me but it felt like he was going to burst through to my
stomach and up into my mouth.  Sam stopped me from falling forward.  With
each thrust I let out a grunt and I could feel him filling me with his
seed.  I had been fucked many times but this was something totally
different.  A couple of more thrust and I could feel Hector's penis soften
inside me and then he unceremoniously pulled out and I again let out a
further grunt.  I was no longer in control of my sphincter muscles so his
cum just flowed out of my hole unabated.

I moved out of the way and dropped onto the hay with a groan.  I now knew
why Sam had behaved that way when I had seen him the other night.  Standing
one's ground when a horse wants to fuck you is quite tiring and the
excruciatingly painful, yet ultimately fulfilling pleasure, just takes your
energy and breath away.

Malcolm rushed to me.  "Are you OK?"

I managed an affirmative nod.

"When you have recovered you can remove the sweatshirt and use it to clean
yourself up.  You'll be able to shower back at the house.  Sam will take
care of Hector."

This time I managed to utter a feeble "Yes", and Malcolm bent down and
kissed me.

When I felt able to talk I said, "That was an incredible experience; thank
you for arranging it."

"I found it very exciting to watch, particularly as it was only a couple of
days ago that I got to pound your arse for the first time!"

"As much as I enjoyed that, and would probably do it again, given a chance,
it doesn't actually compare to the interaction and passion that you get
with a human."

"Well, I can't wait to feel you inside me, unloading all that hot sperm of
yours!"

"I shall be more than happy to oblige!"

I thanked Sam and told him that I had a copy of the photos and movie that I
had taken earlier in the week of him and would leave them with Malcolm.  He
just nodded his acknowledgement.  I picked up my clothes, intending to get
dressed, but Malcolm said, "Don't bother about getting dressed; we need to
get you properly cleaned up, and there is nobody about to see you as we go
back to the house.  And besides, I like to look at you, naked!"

As we crossed the yard back to the house, Malcolm said, "You may have
wondered whether Sam ever speaks.  He has a very bad stammer, which is more
pronounced with strangers, so until he gets to know you he is unlikely to
utter a word."

"I was beginning to wonder whether he ever spoke."

Back out the house Malcolm lead me to his bedroom, where he stripped, and
then took me into the bathroom and proceeded to gently and tenderly wash me
all over, with frequent interruptions for kissing and cock sucking!  He
dried both me and himself and we went to the living room where Malcolm
poured drinks and then he downloaded the photos he had taken.  Sipping our
drinks we viewed the photos in virtual silence, or was that awe, as we
relived the scene that had been enacted just 20 minutes ago.  We were still
naked and our cocks were responding in an upward direction which spoke a
thousand words.  I lost count of how many times we viewed the whole set, I
think it was four, but could have been more, when I leaned into Malcolm,
wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately.

"I don't know how to thank you enough for arranging Hector to fuck me."

"Later this evening you can thank me by sticking that throbbing piece of
meat that is between your legs deep inside me."

"With the utmost pleasure," I responded.

"And then, when your arse has recovered, I'd like to stick my piece of meat
in you.  It's not as big as Hector's, though."

"As much as I enjoyed the full feeling of Hector, I did miss the intimate
foreplay.  But my hole won't be ready for you tonight!"

"I know, which means you will have to come back and visit me again in a
couple of days", he grinned.

"More than happy to oblige", I answered.


Epilogue

I spent the whole of that week-end with Malcolm, making occasional visits
back to my cottage to check emails and do some research for my next
photographic assignment the following week.  Over the next few months I
spent most of my time, when not working on assignments, with Malcolm.  We
had a wonderful sex life, so much so, that I didn't crave for horse sex but
I knew that when I was away for work, Malcolm would be fucked by Lightning.
It was obvious this was happening because on some nights he would avoid
being fucked by me, his arse being too stretched and loose for either of us
to enjoy that activity.  I didn't complain as I got to feel his 10" of
manhood inside me.  Viewing the photos and movie of Sam and myself being
fucked by a horse turned me on but nothing compared it to the passion
between us.  Last Friday when I visited he proposed that I should move in
permanently with him.  It was six months to the date since that photo
session at his farm and I readily accepted.  As soon as I sell my cottage I
will be with my own handsome stud living on a stud farm!  That'll really
give the village gossips something to talk about!