Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 03:01:37 +0800
From: Joseph Emmerton <josemton@gmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Horses

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions
of erotic intercourse between a boy of 16 and a male
horse: if this kind of material offends you, my advice is
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FINDING MYSELF
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By Joseph Emmerton

The car stopped to the sound of gravel crunching. I
opened the passenger side door to much complaint from
whatever kept it attached to Pete's rusty Nissan. My bag
felt progressively heavier and heavier during the long
uphill walk to the house, if you would call it that. Pete
lived in the mountains, about an hour's drive from
anywhere and an even longer drive from anywhere that was
anywhere. I pulled out my phone and checked the
reception; "emgcy calls only." No luck there then. The
'house' was about the size of a small shed with two rooms
and a small upstairs area which was really just some
floorboards wedged where the ceiling should be with a
mattress and very limited headroom, or standing up room
as the case may be. 'You'll be staying in there.' Pete
said, indicating the second room of the house. 'Me and
the girlfriend stay in the smaller cabin down the hill
there, but we come up here and use the kitchen for meals
because its just beds in there. Umm, Kell will probably
be back from feeding the horses soon and she'll give you
the grand tour. I have some more visitors to pick up in
the city so I probably won't be around till about
eightish when we'll have dinner, but until then; make
yourself at home, feel free to have a cuppa or something
while your waiting for Kell. Apart from that I'll see you
later.'
'Great, thanks Pete.'
'Oh, uh, the toilets just up there.' He said, pointing to
a tiny hut on stilts which obviously wasn't plumbed -
great.

I was so exhausted from the flight over I was just
content to lie on my back in my room which was nicely
furnished with lots of big mattresses and cushions. There
was some grey light spilling in through the lace curtains
which gave the room a very relaxing ambience. I just lay
there thinking about what was to come in my life; I had
nothing planned, I had flunked my second last year of
school and wasn't planning to repeat. Pete was a friend
of my dad's so the accommodation here was free, which was
good because apart from my phone and clothes I didn't
have a cent to my name. My thoughts drifted until they
faded into the calm nothingness of pre-sleep; I was never
usually capable of this level of relaxation, maybe it was
the light, the lack of city noises or pollution. I was
woken up at about five thirty by Pete's girlfriend Kelly.
She was attractive I suppose. I don't usually get exited
about anyone's appearance, but Kelly was beautiful enough
for me to know it. She had thick curly brown hair and a
perfectly tanned slightly muscular body with full breasts
that sort of bloomed from her chest in flawless domes
under her tank top. 'Ready for a walk?' she asked with a
smile.

We walked back down the long path Pete and I had taken to
reach the house until we reached the shed where Pete
usually parked his car. Adjacent to the dusty shed area
were two paddocks. 'The one up there only has a cow in it
but up a bit from the paddock is the house where the
students stay and learn, it's also the only place we have
a phone, so remember that if there's some kind of
emergency.'
'Students?' I asked, probably looking more than slightly
confused at the time. 'Didn't Pete tell you? I teach
bareback riding and natural equestrianism.'
'You mean like horse whispering?'
'sort of, its more a horse lover's horse riding, for
people who want to ride horses without nailing shoes to
their feet or forcing them to do what they want.' It
sounded fair enough to me.
'What's down there?'
'That's where I keep my babies. Wanna come see?' I had no
objections, apart from the isolation; I think I'll enjoy
it here.

'I currently have 19 horses here, three of them are
stallions I use for breeding, one of them; Jessie, is my
horse from before I bought this place, and the others are
used for teaching and breeding.'
'So you own this whole place? None of it belongs to
Pete?'
'Well he owns the cabins where we sleep and the place up
there where he parks but other than that yeah, it's all
mine.' The paddock we were in had about 7 horses. Most
were a chestnut brown but there were a few odd colours
too; black, white and a single sandy yellow coloured one
with a really wild looking golden mane.
'Beautiful isn't she?' Asked Kelly, noticing me eyeing
the sandy mare. 'Her mane is really, different - is that
how it grows normally?'
'Yep, that's Jessie, had her since I was 19. I was at an
auction, some rich estate guy had gone bust and I went
along with a friend who wanted cheap furniture, I saw
Jessie and just couldn't leave without her.'
'So how many of these horses did you have back then?'
'None, I lived in the suburbs, I didn't have room for a
horse.'
'So how come you were a bareback riding instructor but
didn't have any horses?'
'I wasn't, Jessie was a lot younger back then and hadn't
been broken in, she wouldn't take a saddle, the guy I was
trying to learn from got pretty frustrated trying to
break her, and Jessie was so stressed doing the whole
thing I just learned to ride her bare; but the training
just awakened my passion for horses. I tried working as a
reporter for a while but I was never truly happy until I
got this place.' I hadn't taken in much of this; I was
still staring at Jessie. Kelly picked up on this and went
quiet; she just sort of looked at me funny for a few
minutes before she spoke again.
'You remind me of when I bought Jessie.'
'Huh? Um, oh real- why?' I asked, kinda fumbling getting
caught staring at Kelly's horse.
'You just have this look in your eye.' She trailed off
and looked at me for a while longer. 'Common, lets go get
dinner ready; If you don't mind id like you to help me
out around the place a bit, I think you'd do well
learning how to work around here. Pete doesn't help me
much and I sure could do with an extra pair of hands.' I
didn't mind at all.

The next few days went by in a mixture of joy and pain. I
really enjoyed working around the horses; they each had
their own really distinctive personalities that just gave
me a smile I couldn't hide. All the time I was working I
was happy; I'd do anything Kelly asked me just to stay
here with her horses. Which helped because the work was
hard, Kelly never pushed me and was good to work with but
at the end of the day I ached. At night I'd struggle with
dinner and then collapse into bed; sleeping soundly until
the sun came up the next day. I felt happier and more
alive than ever before and I hadn't even used electricity
in the past four days!

On Friday evening, I managed to stay up past dinner. Pete
was down at his shed working on the car while Kelly and I
relaxed on the veranda of the kitchen/bedroom cabin. I
had my knees up against my chest sitting in a wicker
chair that was suspended from the roof, watching the
orange sun disappear in the west. Kelly was drinking
white wine from a mug on the other side of the porch;
looking at me strangely like the day id seen Jessie. I
eventually noticed this and smiled at her. 'What's up?' I
asked, she smiled back and sort of laughed. 'It's nothing
I just, I- I think you should learn bareback riding.'
This surprised me a bit because I had never expressed any
interest in riding to her. 'But I have never rode a horse
before in my life! Don't you need to know how to ride
before you try and do it without a saddle?'
'I learnt without any prior knowledge.'
'But, your, your you, your some horse whiz who just. I
dunno, does it?'
'I wasn't always as good with horses, not everyone has
what it takes to ride a horse bare, without any
restraints or forceful control. I think you have what it
takes and it would be my pleasure to teach you.'

Halfway through the night I woke up and couldn't get back
to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the horses.
Eventually, I decided to go down and see them. Without
putting on any clothes I walked down to the large paddock
where most of the horses usually stayed, but there were
none there tonight. I was upset at this for some reason,
I didn't want to search the rest of the property for
them, this was the only part which had been cleared of
trees and in my half asleep state I cried. I actually
fell to my knees in the middle of the paddock and cried
that I couldn't see the horses that held sway over my
mind. After a few minutes of kneeling there, I heard a
sound behind me, one of the horses had walked up behind
me while I was crying. I heard them blow air through
their lips like they often do and then a breath of warm
air on the back of my exposed neck. This made me smile
and sent a nice feeling down through me. The horse put
their head down next to my face so their right eye was
level with mine. It was Simon. Simon was the only black
horse on the farm and I knew his eyes; deep and green. I
brushed my nose up against his and embraced his muzzle;
he was warm and made me feel safe. I'm not sure how long
I stayed like that but I eventually got up and began
rubbing against his sides. He was so smooth and muscular
but he had such a gentle personality. I had worked around
Simon a lot in the last week, he was a bit of a loner;
keeping to himself away from the other horses, he was
very timid compared to the other stallions. He had sort
of warmed up to me and I felt for him. I knew what it was
like to be different; to want to be alone. I kept slowly
moving down this beautiful animal until I reached his
flank and just leaned against him thinking. Something
caught my attention in the corner of my eye and I turned
to see that Simon's cock was out of its sheath. I had
never seen an erect horse's cock before, but this one was
huge! I don't know if it was because I was half asleep or
if I was actually attracted to this horse but I felt
compelled to touch it. I knelt down under Simon and was
staring straight at his big beautiful penis, by this time
I wasn't concerned about anything I was just hypnotized
by this enormous cock in front of me.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around Simon's sheath;
he was so thick my fingers couldn't reach my thumb. His
sheath was really soft and rubbery. I was as hard as I'd
ever been by now. I moved my face forwards slightly so
that Simon's big flared head toughed my left cheek and
then rubbed the huge cock all over my face. This had its
effect on Simon too because more and more cock emerged
from the sheath until it had extended past the back of my
ear. I suddenly craved this cock and wanted to consume
it, to taste it and please it. I shuffled back slightly
and, without hesitation took the head into my mouth.
Nothing about the taste put me off I just kept pushing
more and more of the cock inside my moth, loving how it
felt. There was something that happened to me then, in my
mind, something changed and I started to feel something
for Simon, for this beautiful horse who was feeding me
his delicious cock, it was an indescribable feeling. Not
love; this was deeper than love, more basic, more
primeval. More like a connection with him, it was almost
as if Simon felt it at the same time too; it was just a
drive to be with and to protect him from harm. While this
was happening I was still feeding more and more of
Simon's huge tool into my mouth; far more than I could
had I been fully awake. I was really getting into this,
really enjoying it. I started pumping the cock backwards
and forwards in my mouth and could feel the head moving
around in my throat. I kept this up for a while, falling
into a rhythm of in and out; moaning with the things I
was feeling. Until finally I felt a pulse move down
Simon's cock; he was cumming. Deep in my throat I felt it
spray down into me, but the flow was too strong; I gagged
and quickly removed his throbbing cock from my mouth all
together. Once out of my mouth Simon's cock continued to
jet cum all over my face and naked body, I bathed in it;
enjoying his enjoyment, lusting after the milky white
sperm all over me.

I woke up the next morning unsure about the night before,
about whether or not it had actually happened. I still
felt the connection Simon and I shared that night; dream
or not. Then I got out of bed and noticed two green grass
stains on my knees and grass that had stuck there with
Simon's cum. I smiled and got ready for the day. Eager to
learn about my new found love.
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I
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