Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2007 19:51:53 -0800 (PST)
From: anonymous man <kourosman2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Black Stallion

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual scenes between an adult
Male and a horse. If material of this nature offends you or you're under 18
or it's not legal where you live, don't read it.

The Black Stallion

I scale the wooden fence and jump down into the muddy field, the earth is
slippery in places and I struggle at times to stay standing. Its early
morning, the sun is still below the skyline, casting an eerie ghost-like
glow across the landscape. I walk along the perimeter of the field and sit
on the long steel gate and wait. Time ticks slowly, I watch the sun break
over the horizon, it slowly baths the world with its soft yellow glow. The
birds begin the dawn chorus as I sit and continue to wait. I wait and I
wait and the sun climbs higher and higher. I begin to worry about the
light, will I have to leave it till tomorrow?

I turn to leave but stop in mid-stride. I smile and sigh in relief as I see
him crest the hill. He looks magnificent, truly magnificent. There's no
other way to describe him. I grip the gate in anticipation and my skin
begins to tingle as he gallops towards me. He's moving fast, very fast,
hooves pound the earth, ripping up sods of grass, his nostrils flare, his
tail trails outward, his body all sleek and black and shiny in the brand
new dawn. He gets closer and closer then slows to a trot, a walk, he stops
and snorts and bobs his head, unsure, cautious, still a little weary of me.

I bite into the apple wedge with an audible crunch, his ears shoot up and
my heart's a hammer in my chest as he slowly inches forward. I stretch out
my arm, the apple wedge, moist and fragrant, resting in the palm of my
hand. I don't move. I hardly breath. He's closer now, stretching his glossy
neck, all timid and indecisive, out towards the apple. He takes the wedge,
his lips lightly brush my skin and a shudder runs through me. He steps
back, watching, and begins to eat the apple. The jaws grinding and
crunching the firm red fruit, the sound almost clamorous in the numb
morning air.

He comes forward again, mouth still in motion to await the next offering. I
pull another wedge from my pocket, he takes it and turns to the side. I
feel the heat emanate from his body and I reach out and gently stroke his
back. He moves closer, his head almost knocking me from my perch as I
playfully slap his neck. I gingerly ease myself down from the gate and
begin the slow walk along the tree-lined edge of the field. He starts to
follow. It's been less than a fortnight but he seems to know the routine.

I make my way through the gap in the trees, to the small clearing and a
thrill runs through me when I see him follow. I stop and feed him another
wedge and whisper words of encouragement. I continue on, watching to see if
he follows. We reach the glade and I turn and wait. He slowly encircles me,
stopping to sniff my hand. I pat his head and neck, running my trembling
fingers across his back and feel his muscles ripple beneath the skin. I
massage the flesh, rubbing and stroking and he snorts in appreciation.

I'm encouraged to go on, to take things further, so I advance downwards,
rubbing and stroking as I go. He doesn't protest when I reach under and
trail the back of my hand along his underbelly, casually brushing his
sheath. He remains calm and I'm encouraged to proceed further. I cautiously
turn my hand and cup the sheath. My fingers tremble as I gently massage the
soft, pliable flesh and the two large orbs of his scrotum. Suddenly he
snorts and whinnies, the noise so startling in the silence of the dawn and
I quickly pull away.

He stomps the ground with a hoof, is lips recede and he bares his teeth,
sniggers and snorts and I watch in awe as the huge penis drops to dangle
loose and flaccid between his powerful back legs. It's so sudden and
unexpected, I begin to shake, my heart a trapped bird against my ribs. I
look around and scan the horizon but my desire is all powerful, it
overrides the fear as I reach out to take him in my hand. The rubbery
softness of his semi-flaccid cock feels smooth and heavy in my sweaty
palm. I gently squeeze and caress the surface but it starts to shrink back
into the sheath.

I quickly remove my backpack, then my sweatshirt and pants, the cool
morning air causing goosebumps to break out upon my nakedness. I reach into
the knapsack and pull out the plastic jar. I open it and rub my fingers on
the cotton swabs. I bring my hand to his nose and the smell of mare scent
sends him crazy. He snorts and neighs and stomps his hooves, his cock
swelling and lengthening in wild excitement. I reach and stroke him with my
hand, running it along the smooth surface to the flared head. I pull
downward and let go and watch it spring up stiff and ridged to slap against
his belly.

Suddenly, he rears up, tries to mount me and in a surge of panic, I quickly
move away. He rears and bucks, the massive arm like cock slaps against his
belly and I fear his excited neighing will wake the dead. I step back to
the relative safety of the fallen tree. I tremble as he follows and in
panic I grab his mane and whisper to calm him.

When he's calm, I reach into the knapsack and remove a second jar. I open
the lid and smear copious amounts of the KY/water mix between my legs,
across my shaved cock and scrotum. I run a generous amount across my taut,
six-pack stomach and muscular pecs.  I let him smell my fingers again but
this time I'm ready. He squeals and snorts and rises up, I move under him
and my knees almost buckle as I struggle with his heavy weight landing on
my broad back. I battle to maintain my balance as his colossal cock hits my
thigh and ass, frantically searching for an opening. I lean over the fallen
tree as I reach under and guide it between my slicked up thighs. He thrusts
forward, sliding the swollen tip and smooth shaft across my slippery
flesh. I bring my elbows, the side of my arms and my hands together to form
a crude tunnel with my torso as the enormous cock begins thrusting along my
stomach and chest. I use my cupped hands to massage the swollen head and he
snorts and tries to nip the back of my neck. I move a little and his head
hangs over my shoulder. His eyes are bulging, his lips quivering. I bend a
little more and his front hooves rest on the fallen tree, taking the bulk
of his weight off my back. He continues to thrust, his unfeasibly large
cock sliding against the skin if my arms, stomach and chest.

It's over quickly, far too quickly. With a final thrust, he pauses, the
world stands still, his cock, long and ridged and snug between my arms and
torso, flares like a flower and erupts. It's an explosion. The blast covers
my hands, chest, neck and chin. I am bathed in horse cum. It feels warm
against my flesh but quickly cools in the chill morning air. He dismounts,
steps back and snorts, shaking his head.

His cock is flaccid now, it dangles between his legs as he releases a heavy
stream of piss onto the ground. I stand up, my own cock is rampant. I smear
it with his cum and using it as lubricant, I begin to jerk myself off. I
jerk with long fast strokes, sliding my slick, cum drenched hand across the
smooth flesh, to the sensitive tip. It makes a sloppy wet sound as I work
the mushroom head. The sensation is too much and I cry out as I shoot long,
ropy strings of semen onto the damp, dewy grass.

The intensity of my climax makes my head swim and I have to lean against
the tree to catch my breath. I rest a moment, savoring the warm,
post-orgasm glow before I reluctantly pull on my sweats. The fabric clings
to my cum soaked body. I pat the stallion on the rump as I head for the
gate. I climb into the lane and continue my morning run. I pass a young
woman walking her dog and feel a sense of shame and guilt as she catches my
eye. Does she see the cum, does she think it's sweat? Can she smell it. I
run faster to get away and promise myself never to go back, never to do it
again, the risk is too great. But as I let myself into my apartment, strip
off and get into the shower, I know it's just the fear talking and it's
just an empty promise. Because I know by the twitching of my cock, I'll do
it all again tomorrow.


This is my first attempt at writing a bestiality story so please email and
let me know what you think. Comments: kourosman2007@yahoo.com