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Paul Haakonsen - 1998
Black to the Blind
Stable Help
Thomas didn't look forward to the summer, he had to go and stay with
his uncle on his farm. He'd rather be home all summer, hanging out with
his friends and having fun. But now he was stuck going to the farm as
a punishment from his parents. He didn't deserve this punishment, all
he did was getting caught making out with his niece. His parents had
walked in on them and went ballistic. Now Thomas had to go away.
Maybe it was for the best - maybe going away would do him good. At
least he'd get away from the constant watch of his parents. Only a few
more days, and he'd be leaving. He hadn't packed, and wouldn't be
packing until the last minute. He sighed as he lay on his bed thinking
about what his friends would be doing this summer.
The days passed slow, and the day had come when he had to leave for his
uncle's farm. He was in his room packing his stuff mumbling to himself
about the fairness of the whole event. It knocked on the door and his
mother peeking inside. "So Thomas, are you soon ready. Your father is
just waiting for you to finish up." Thomas turned around to face his
mother and nodded. "Good" she said with a smile. She had put the
incident behind her, though she was a little shocked that her son was
making out with his own niece, it wasn't right. A time away from his
friends would be him good, so she thought, so she had decided together
with her husband.
Thomas finished packing and went downstairs. He came into the living
room and looked at his father. "Ready?" his father asked? "mmm-hmmm"
Thomas said and spun around, heading for the frontdoor. He went outside
and headed for the car. Seconds later, his father came out and unlocked
the door and went into the car, and unlocked the other door, so Thomas
could get in. As Thomas sat down, he was wondering if his father would
have a change of heart.
The drive from the city and out to the farm took a little over 3 hours.
It was the longest and worst three hours of Thomas' life. He and his
father said nothing on the way there, and all there was to do was look
at the scenery as they went. Finally the farm came into view. It was
a small secluded farm surrounded by a light forest. Thomas had been out
here before, but that was years ago, when he was nothing but a young
kid. Now he had to spend the entire summer here. Spending the summer
with an uncle that he rarely ever talked with. Some summer this was
to be.
The car pulled up at the main house, and Thomas' father stepped out,
shortly after Peter came out. Peter was Thomas' uncle. They embraced
and started talking. Thomas was still inside the car, realizing that
his father wouldn't have a change of heart. He stepped out of the car.
"Hi, Thomas. Good to see you again!" Peter said, with a wide smile
stretching from ear to ear. "Sure," replied Thomas, "I'm looking
forward to spending the summer here". A hint of sarcasm and lie in his
voice. "Well, come inside you guys" Peter said and walked into the
house. Thomas' father walked after him. Thomas stood in the yard and
watched the surrounding area. It was exactly as he remembered it,
though there had been some few alterations to the place.
Thomas walked inside, his eyes searching for the other two men. He
heard them talk in the living room. He put down his bags and headed for
the living room. His uncle and father sat at the table, both enjoying
a beer. "Where's my room?" Thomas asked. "Oh..yes, well it is right
through that room, and then on the right" Peter replied. Thomas went
back to the hall and grabbed his bags and headed for the room. The room
was nothing like he expected. This room was brightly colored, and had
a warm feeling to it. He expected an old-fashioned room, like the one
seen in so many old movies, but this room could very well have been a
room in their apartment.
Thomas' father came into the room later on and said that he was heading
back home. "Great!" Thomas said, the sarcasm in his voice missed his
father, and he just said "goodbye. I'll call later on, and you can call
too." Thomas just nodded, and his father was off. As he heard the car
start and head off, slowly fading until the engine sound was fully
gone, he silently thanked his parents for this. Already he was tired
of being here. "Good night, Thomas." Peter said, "You have an early
start tomorrow, get some rest". Thomas unpacked and went to bed.
The following days Thomas learned the chores that he was to do, and
he was getting to like it on the farm. It was nice and quiet here. He
had the place to himself most of the time, because his uncle was always
visiting a woman named Shelly. Thomas didn't know her, but he didn't
care, as long as Peter was there so often, he'd be alone. He missed
his friends though, and often wished that he was with them. He had
called Karen, Joe, Mike and Jerry more than once. He was telling them
all about the place and what he was doing, as did they. He loved
hearing about what was going on back home, however it kinda made him
more homesick.
One day when Thomas was doing his normal chores, cleaning the stable,
he came to notice that one of the horses, obviously a stallion, was
peeing in the hay, it's huge cock hanging from the sheath. The cock
was a mixture of beautiful colors, brown, white, pink and black. He
looked in awe at the size of the cock. He had heard of the size of
horses and donkeys, but this was more than he thought it would ever be.
For minutes he stood there watching the horse as it peed. Thomas was a
little bit intriqued by the size of the cock, and wanted to touch it.
He knew that it was wrong and bizarre, however his need to explore was
great and pulling him closer to the horse. Good thing that he was
alone on the farm today.
When he came closer to the horse, his heart started pounding more
quick, feeling as it would burst through his chest. He extended his
hand, slowly and gently not to startle the animal. The horse was no
longer peeing, but it's cock was still dropped. Thomas leaned closer
to the horse, his hand slowly sliding down the stallions' belly, down
to the sheath. Sweat beaded Thomas brow, he was getting nerveous. Then
his hand found the soft pole. The feeling of the soft velvet cock on
his fingers was amazing. He was getting aroused. To his disappointment,
the cock was retreating back into the sheath. Thomas gently caressed
it, stroking it, wanting it to remain dropped, so he could play with
it. The cock vanished into the sheath, and Thomas carefully caressed
the sheath, his hand gently circling the inner rim of the soft sheath.
But the cock did not drop again.
Thomas stepped away from the stallion and sat down in the hay, hoping
that the cock would again drop for him. The strong smell of horse,
hay, and horsepiss filled his nostrils. He sat there for about 45
minutes, hoping, wanting the magnificient cock to drop for him. He
wanted to play with it. The thought of stroking a horse, was interesting
to him. And the thought of making the stallion cum was even more
exciting, actually getting his cock rock hard.
Growing weary and bored, Thomas rose and went into the house, heading
for the shower. He needed to cum, needed to release the tension that
had built in his balls. As he was stroking his cock, he was thinking
about the horse cock, about stroking it, and making it cum. He imagined
that the horse would keep on cumming. Imagining the cum spurting out
in long, gooey stream of hot cum. It was so exciiting to him.
When he finally came, his cock spurted the cum on the showerwall. He
gasped and kept on stroking it, milking it. He watched the cum slide
down the wall, and smiled to himself.
The same evening, he went back to the stable, hoping that the horse
would be peeing or it's cock hanging from the sheath. He walked into
the stable, and closing the door behind him, locking it. He hurried
to the horse and was disappointed to see that it's cock wasn't dropped.
He saw that the tip of the head was showing from the sheath though. He
went up to the horse and squatted next to it. Slowly he caressed the
horse's belly, very slowly moving his hands closer to the cock. When
his hands came to the sheath, the cock had dropped a little bit more,
now he could see the entire head hanging outside the sheath.
His hands closed around the sheath and the protruding head, and he
began to stroke it, gently and carefully. Slowly more of the cock
came out of the sheath, and soon the entire cock was hanging outside.
It wasn't hard though, but at least he'd manage to get it to drop. His
hands eagerly caressing the entire length of the cock. His grip
tightened a bit, feeling the cock tense and slowly harden in his hands.
With each stroke he could feel the huge horse cock grow harder and
harder. He was proud as he held the hard horse cock in both hands, he
had gotten it hard by stroking it. He could hardly believe how big it
was when it was erect. He secretly wished that he was this
equipped!
He loved to get this huge stallion excited and stroke his enormous
cock. The cock was nearly 20" long and about 5" in diameter. The pole
was fat and hard. His hands sliding rhytmically up and down the massive
flesh pole. It was so hard, he wanted to suck it, but he was afraid to
do so, and he would have to wash the cock before doing so. He continued
stroking the hard cock, faster and faster. His hands pumping the horse
cock, he wanted to see the cock squirt cum, he wanted to make the horse
cum. He was stroking the cock faster and faster. He leaned closer to
the massive cock, his lips parting in anticipation. The stallion was
snorting but otherwise made no movement, he obviously was liking it.
Thomas loved stroking the cock, it felt so good to be stroking such a
big cock.
He moved closer, his lips getting closer to the cock. The huge horse
cock was inches infront of his face. He could sense it's earthly
smell. The aroma of the horse cock, pee and hay hanging in the air.
Thomas thoughts was on one thing only now, making the horse cum. He
took the huge, bloated cockhead into his mouth, enjoying it, wanting
it deeper in his mouth. He could just barely have it in his mouth, and
as he began to suck the cock, it grew harder and bigger, almost to the
size where it popped out of his mouth. He was having a hard time
keeping the enormous head in his mouth. Still it was wonderful, he
loved sucking the big horse cock. He could taste the pre-cum that was
coating his tongue. He was sucking hard on the cock, working his tongue
around the big head, licking it, sucking it. He began to push the
cock a little bit futher into his mouth, then back out. He continued
to push the cock in and out of his mouth, literally fucking his own
mouth with the horse cock. Luckily, the stallion didn't thrust his
cock into Thomas mouth. He sat underneath the horse, sucking it's
cock, forcing it in and out of his warm mouth.
He pulled the cock out of his sore mouth, when he had been stretched
a little bit too much, and stroked the cock. He kept his head right
infront of the cock, watching it eagerly as he stroked the shaft. His
stroking increased, the pace becoming more furious. He wanted the
stallion to cum for him. The stallion snorted again, his hindlegs
shifting. Thomas stroked faster, and then the stallion began to fuck
his hands. The hindpart of the horse bucking wildly.
Thomas could feel the cock swell a bit and saw the head expand. He
knew that the horse was about to cum. Eagerly he kept on stroking the
cock, his grip tightened and his pace more violently. The horse started
to cum. The gooey, white cum blasting from the end of the massive
cock. Thomas was taken by surprise, the force of the blast send the
cock from his hands, and the cum splattered all over his shirt. The
second spurt came fast and also splattered on his shirt. He could feel
how the warm cum was soaking his shirt all the way through. He grabbed
hold of the spurting cock and took aim. The third spurt aiming at his
head. The cum spurting out in a creamy gob, right in his mouth.
Cascading on his tongue, spurting against his throat. He could feel
the warm, gooey cum drench his mouth. Another spurt erupted from the
huge cock. The cum hit him in the face again, square on the nose,
splattering all over his face and hair. The warm cum running down his
face, he could feel it. He leaned forward taking the spurting cock
to his mouth, sucking on the head, greedily sucking and milking the
cock of creamy cum. For what seemed like an eternity to Thomas, the
horse kept on cumming, filling his mouth with cum. He tried to swallow
it all, but some ran from his mouth, down his chin, dripping down to
the ground.
Thomas kept on licking and sucking the cock, even when the spurts
subsided. He gently rolled the cock around in his mouth, at least what
he could get into it, cleaning and milking it. He kissed the head
as the cock began to withdraw to the sheath. Minutes later, Thomas
was still in the stable, though he had moved a bit away from the
horse, he was bombed. He needed a shower and needed rest. He glanced
at the horse one last time before he went to the door and slipped out
into the cold evening, heading for a hot and long shower.
The End
Murder is just an art-form