Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 00:25:04 -0700 (PDT) From: granger777_23831@yahoo.com Subject: (B~horse, zoo) This story (the first of several that I intend to write) is about a young man's sexual encounter with his horse. It is purely fictional, and any distinct resemblance to any other stories, events, characters, or animals is merely coincidental. On the other hand, I would love nothing more than to personally recreate as much of this experience as possible (the sex, anyway), so if anyone has any *informed* advice/assistance to offer on accomplishing this goal in southern CA, please share! Of course, general comments are welcome as well. E-mail: granger777_23831@yahoo.com. I came awake slowly, as warm and comfortable as if I lay abed in my own lodge at Hot Spring Camp. Instead, I was wrapped in my bedroll, nestled in a protected hollow on a hillside at the edge of the eastern highlands. My nostrils were filled with the fragrance of the dry leaves that blanketed the ground around me. Just beyond the scrubby live oaks below, a vast prairie stretched to the horizon like an ocean of liquid gold that shimmered in the wind. The grassland is home to the myriad clans of horse-bound warriors of which I am but one of thousands. I had just marked my sixteenth name-day, and I was sent out on my first solo ranging with no one for company but an ill-tempered mahogany-colored stallion selected for me by the council of elders. It was my mission to establish the bond with "my" horse that would signify my coming of age and enable us to ride and fight as one being; an ideal combination of human intelligence and equine strength. Though all the warriors of my clan had been through the same ritual, none were permitted to speak of their experiences; though the outcome always appeared to be the same: both man and beast were forever changed. Bonded horses seemed to acquire some semblance of human wisdom which would make it inappropriate to corral them with the common herd. The men, in turn, would dote upon their mounts with as much, if not more, affection than that which they shared with their wives and children. As one who had only witnessed other men with "their" horses, I found the arrangement quite idyllic and would frequently daydream about the day I would finally realize my own such partnership. Yet as the brilliant light of the morning sun dispelled the last remnants of my sleepiness, I began to think more rationally about my situation; the fact that I had been gone nearly two weeks with nothing to show for it, save for a dwindling sack of supplies that would soon force me to return to my clan in shame, a dejected boy on his obstinate horse. It was a lost cause with this beast. In truth he possessed a wild heartfire that, it seemed, no man could tame. As I approached the stallion to throw on the saddle blanket, I shot him a glare as if to convey the angry sentiment that this was all his fault. Yet even in my silent rage, the horse's rugged beauty and dignified posture gave me pause. Perhaps it was the luxuriant wave of his shadowy mane as he tossed his head in greeting, or the intensity of his gaze making quite clear that, as he saw it, he was inferior to no one. I only know that, as had happened on several occasions over the past few days, I was compelled to admire him. Standing nearly 18 hands at the shoulder, this horse was a natural-born warrior in truth; all sleek muscle, bulging at all the right places to outline a massive frame. Maybe the unseasonably comfortable weather had something to do with it. Or perhaps I had spent too much time alone with this untamed beast. Next thing I knew, I had peeled off my riding leathers and stripped down to my soft rabbit skin breechclout. "It's a perfectly fine day to ride with the sunshine on my skin," I thought pragmatically. Yet I found myself making no move to reach for the saddle blanket, or even to pack my clothes, which lay strewn about. This time, instead of choosing to ignore me in that vain manner of his, the stallion approached with a purposeful gait, regarding me as calmly as if he were my own...or, rather, as if I were HIS own. As he drew closer, I couldn't help but admire the finer details of the stallion's body: the well-defined curvature of his haunches, the way his shiny coat caught the golden light of the morning sun...and the blunt, oversized member that hung loosely from between his hind legs. Even as I watched, the horse's black cock expanded rapidly, growing to nearly a foot in length, although it still wobbled and bounced limply as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. The peculiar arousal I sometimes felt when straddling him was suddenly upon me. Despite myself, I reached out to stroke the stallion's neck. He flinched slightly at my touch but otherwise remained still. As I ran my hand along his smooth flank, the horse's breathing became deeper, more audible. Looking down, I noticed that his member had grown rigid and had risen somewhat to form an angle against his belly. Before I knew it, my own breathing had intensified. Visibly shaking with nervousness and excitement, I brushed my fingertips over the horse's smooth round rump, noting how his tail flicked with anticipation as my hand passed close by. Curiosity and a deep longing easily won out over any scrupulous inhibitions I might have had as I ran my fingers down the stallion's side toward that engorged member, which was now fully three times as long as the most prodigious human cock I had ever seen. Already, copious amounts of pre-cum issued forth in a steady steam like a glistening string that occasionally reached the ground before it broke and started anew. I started to lower myself to a kneeling position when a deep, rumbling voice filled my head with the power of a landslide. I detected no words, indeed, no sound; yet all the same, I perceived a steady hum of contentment, which I could only suppose was the stallion expressing his pleasure through our newly established bond! Momentarily shocked by my sudden awareness of the horse's sentience, I bolted upright in sheepish alarm. But the voice only assumed a more soothing tone, somehow assuring me that it was okay to continue my exploration. Eager to test the possibilities of this newly formed connection with my horse, I mentally conveyed the thought, "What would you have me do?" "For starters, just try using your hands," the stallion responded in his now familiar voice, though it seemed unsteady, as if he, too, were consumed by the same nervous excitement that had me shivering and breathing audibly. I nodded and once again ran my hand along his flank, my fingertips enjoying the feel of his smooth coat. At this point, the stallion's rigid cock was throbbing so violently that it thumped against his underside, flinging streams of pre-cum all over his belly and the ground below. My heart was pounding as it only does when I make ready to cross a significant sexual frontier, and for brief moment, I could not bring myself any closer. Sensing my hesitation, the horse turned his broad neck, and looked at me with an encouraging nod and a gentle whinny. Knowing for a certainty that he wanted it, I lowered myself to my knees, tracing my fingers along the crook where his right haunch met his equine torso, down toward the ultimate object of my desire. With my left hand, I pulled the horse's cock toward me, while my right hand caught a fresh spurt of pre-cum and slathered it all over the head. Compared with a human's, the head on the stallion's cock was more blunt and flattened, and, for all its length, the shaft was proportionally thinner, though, at nearly 3 inches, this beast still boasted a greater girth than any man I had ever seen. As the crystalline fluid continued to flow from the fissure, I repeatedly collected it in my hand to smear on the shaft until the entire length was shiny and slick with it. Then with both hands, I massaged that massive horsey dick and was rewarded with occasional grunts of pleasure along with an increased flow. For a while, I simply enjoyed the sturdy feel of the stallion's rod in my palms, and the way it occasionally jumped as if trying to break free from my grasp. The skin was surprisingly soft and supple, stretching up and down with the motion of my hand. Suddenly, the swollen sac hanging at the base of his shaft caught my attention, and I reached one hand over to explore it. One of his testicles easily filled the palm of my hand, so I delicately cupped and fondled the one for a while before moving on to the other. The horse nickered eagerly and leaned forward on his hind legs, his rump bucking ever so slightly as I did my best to stimulate all his sex organs at once. But seeing his pleasure only made want to please him more, so I repositioned myself directly beneath his rapidly heaving belly, such that my face was mere inches from the tip of his dick. Overcoming another moment's hesitation, I leaned in and took a tentative taste, relishing the feel of the thick fluid as it ran down my tongue. Then I boldly gave the head a good, thorough cleaning, though I was rather pleased to see that, when I stopped, a new gush of pre-cum immediately dribbled forth from the slit. By that point, the horse was shaking with anticipation (as was I), and I suddenly realized it was time to finish him off. With one hand stroking his shaft (the other pulling my own dick out from under my loinskin and jerking it fiercely), I took the entire head in my mouth and worked the underside with my tongue. In just a few seconds, my mouth had filled with his pre-cum, causing me to swallow a load before he came. Yet soon enough, the stallion's increasingly frequent mental moans of pleasure melded into one drawn out ecstatic roar, and his cock swelled to even greater size, forcing me to back off a little. "Yes, ranger, that's it!" his voice impacted my thoughts so forcefully that I was certain the rest of the world felt it. "Here it is!" A second later, I felt his cock convulse in my hand and my mouth was instantly filled with the horse's heady seed, even as my mind was filled with his throaty cries. No sooner had I swallowed this first batch than a second wave, infinitely more forceful than the first, issued from the fissure in a lengthy, sustained stream that forced my cheeks outward and leaked from the corners of my mouth. I was nearly overwhelmed, on the verge of gagging. Wanting to take as much as possible, I swallowed what I could of the horse's salty, bitter juice, but the third wave came to soon, forcing me to open my mouth while streams of cum flowed down my chin and onto my own cock, which was eager to add its seed to the mix. For the remainder of the horse's colossal orgasm, I simply closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and let the horse spray his seed wherever he would. Hot spurts of cum continued to streak across my face and in my mouth while I savored the pungent, tingling aftertaste and the musky scent that completely filled my sinuses. Reveling in the sensation of being covered in thick, sticky horse spunk, I expelled my own load with what must have been my most intense orgasm ever. When I finally opened my eyes, I took in the glistening white sheen that covered my torso, legs, and cock, and I was randomly amused by the thought of my own miniscule ejaculation, lost somewhere in the milky pools that covered the ground. The horse's cock had already softened and was shrinking before my eyes, though it still hung down a good ten inches as the last of his load oozed out. As the moment faded, a mild wave of shame washed over me, and I stood to regard my new companion and see how he felt about what had just happened. However, I only continued to receive that gentle rumble of contentment, and as I approached his head (the one with eyes and ears), he turned and gave me an affectionate--and most uncharacteristic--lick across the face. Instinctively, I leaned in and patted his neck just below the mane while he continued gently licking my cheek and planting tender love bites on the side of my throat, just above my shoulder. "I like you, ranger," his voice informed me. "You may call me Lord Titan."