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."