Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2007 19:43:57 -0800 (PST)
From: midblue2002@yahoo.com
Subject: My Horse Sense

All appropriate warnings apply to those who do not wish to view a story
about intense human male sex with male horses need only to leave now.  This
is my first erotic story that I have ever undertaken and hope to fill many
men's hands and mouths with their own sperm in the hope of richly rewarding
this craven appetite for horse sperm, horse scents, and even intense
horseshit eating.  These are my fantasies and I hope you like them. This
story is intended for a very specific audience and should not be forced
upon anyone who does not wish to view it.  At the end I will include my
current e-mail address that you can write to me what you think about my
incursion into this hot and craven subject.


                                 Part One


I visited my uncle's farm in western Nebraska every summer from 1967 to
1972 when I left my own home town and ventured off to college.  But for a
brief few years I lived my fantasies that began early in me at the age of
nine.  I thought I was normal in everyway.  I liked goofing off like any
kid in grammar school.  But at age nine I began noticing the horse in the
field opposite from the schoolyard where I attended the sixth grade.  At
first during recess I would casually glance at it and hardly could know the
adventure in horses I was to have for the rest of my life.

After school one summer day I walked across the road and lazily hung myself
on a wooden fence that separated the field from the road.  That first time
I knew so little about horses that I barely knew what I was looking at as I
saw the horse's cock almost reaching to the ground as it munched on summer
grass.  It was taking its time but soon it noticed me and started wandering
slowly over to where I was sitting.  I had absolutely no idea what to
expect but I got suddenly very nervous, but in a good way.  To me the horse
was huge, twice my height and this added to the fact of my overall
ignorance had me looking upon this great beast with awe and admiration.  I
quickly realized that I was looking at its cock swaying back and forth more
than I was looking at the horse itself.  Soon in my childish world the
horse came to be symbolized by the massive balls and undulating cock.  I
knew what my cock was and I rationalized that my own uncut dick must be
used for the same thing on the horse, but his was bigger by ten, twenty,
fifty, fold.

I started visiting the field almost everyday after school and would spend
at first a half hour there but soon this expanded to an hour and finally
during junior high school to two hours everyday during the hot summer
months.  I was noticing a change in my own body and took a great liking to
my own sweat during this time.  I would suck the sweat off the back of my
hands and then started collecting it from my chest and greedily sucking it
into my mouth.  For many of those first times lovingly staring at my
special friend I never got closer than fifteen feet, so I never really got
a good whiff of the beast.  I was liking my own sweat better and better
though and soon I was collecting the smelly resin from my crotch and under
my balls and sucking it into my mouth as I followed the horse with my eyes
and filled my mouth and nose with my own youthful stench.  Wondering all
the while what the horse might smell like underneath, by its balls; I would
daydream and I guess lust heavily with my eyes.  I was too far away to see
the sweat there so I started fantasizing what it might smell like and my
intense desire to find out for sure grew inside me.

One day with no apparent reason in my mind I suddenly jumped down from the
fence that I had been straddling for so long and I sat down on the ground
just inside the field where he was grazing.  I was at first scared, I was
only nine and this huge critter could have stomped me into the ground in an
instant if it wanted to.  I stayed still on the ground for many minutes;
with little to do initially I casually smelled my ripe armpits, they always
got me excited.  And the more my lust was aroused the more I wanted
something to happen.  That first time I was in the field absolutely nothing
happened, well, except for the things my brain was teaching my crotch and
certainly vice-versa.  I viewed the horse and he never even looked at me.
Just went on its way grazing as I urgently wanted to smell the object of my
growing lustful desire.  My imagination was nothing if not going into full
gear by this age and by the third time I slipped over the fence he noticed
me.  He had grown quite accustomed to my being on the fence, but when he
noticed me sitting on the ground he slowly lifted his head and then kind of
pitched forward with one of his hooves.

Then he started moving closer to me and quite suddenly I was petrified with
fear.  What if it didn't like me and tried to hurt me?  These and other
questions started popping into my head, but I was so amazingly excited that
I knew I wouldn't leave that spot until I'd have my first chance at being
close to him.  I was determined that I would smell his body or not leave
that day until I could.  It was a terribly hot August day and my own sweat
was dripping from every pore.  I started to sniff myself in all the places
I enjoyed so much. First under my arms and then I put my hands down my
denim cut-offs and cupped my balls and then pushed the sweat that had
collected in my hands into my mouth and especially up underneath my nose to
inhale..  It was familiar, it was hot and sweetly youthful sweat that I had
been sucking into my nose for quite sometime.  In its way it was my first
drug of choice and it almost never failed to get me intoxicated where it
fueled my lust.  And my lust was about to grow by leaps.  Without my
knowing what to do he started coming over to me.  My panic changed into
excitement as I waited for this long awaited encounter.  Soon I was able to
see his great size as he moved closer, again my fear was heightened, but I
knew I wasn't going anywhere until I had my first taste of horse sweat.  I
imagined it would be a lot like mine. Sweet with a rancid build-up that I
allowed to fester for a few days at a time.  My sweat was so good to me
that I fantasized that the horse' would smell just like mine, maybe
stronger, there being more of it.

And then it happened, he must have been still three or four feet from me,
when a small gust of wind drove his scent into my nostrils for the first
time.  It was a lot stronger than mine and smelled distinctly like hay.  As
he got closer suddenly he stopped and it was almost within reach, but I had
practiced in my head what I would do at this moment and I almost reacted
naturally. I stayed very still and reached out my sweat coated hand, that I
had just wiped under my arms, and I slowly placed it in front of his mouth.
He sniffed my hand and then he licked my hand and by this time I was close
enough to smell its rich horny flavor.  This was beyond my greatest ability
to imagine as the wind wafted its odor up into my nose again and again.  I
began huffing in a animal sort of way and started my journey into the scent
and odor of this beautiful colossal animal.  This animal for the next two
years would become my constant companion and I gently started whispering to
it and thus began my ascent into Horse sex.  I wouldn't ever be
disappointed and in fact my perversion grew into almost an obsession and I
was to love every second of it.

But at our first meeting I stood profoundly still and made no moves while
it sniffed me and soon it was nuzzling my armpit for more of my body stink.
It seemed to like the salty drink and I carefully lifted my arm, so he had
better access to my underarm.  And he slathered a big pile of saliva into
my armpit and I discovered that day what beast heaven was all about.  My
senses were reeling with his scent and his gentle noises as he continued to
eat grass off the floor of the field.  I too was on the ground and soon he
was nuzzling against me, against my cut-offs and the ground.  And then it
happened that I thought I wanted to remove my shorts and see what he would
do.  I pulled my denim jeans down and pushed them around my ankles and
started rubbing my cock and it suddenly started growing but there was a
definite beginnings of a vibration in me that would later clarify itself
into feelings of absolute lust for this wonderful animal...  I wasn't just
horny while sniffing this horse I began to sense it was more intense than
anything I felt when I smelled myself.  I remember thinking I'm going to
have so much fun being with this horse.  For the next two years it became
my world.  I thought about him 24/7 as the saying goes.  Trying to examine
and place the new feelings that were growing within me.  Life started that
day to be very good.

It was that day that I not only sniffed and savored my first horse sweat,
but I also reached out and began a career of learning how this beauty loved
to be petted.  I petted his face and rubbed my hand up and down his fore
legs.  He never bolted, he never even seemed to be concerned that I was
there at all.  My being at the fence for so many previous days certainly
put it at ease with me.  He munched grass and from time to time would
nuzzle up against me and I soon put my face next to his and took my first
whiffs of his hot breath.  It never occurred to me that his breath would be
hot, but it was and when he licked my hand or nuzzled my bottom near the
ground I caught whiffs of that horse breath that was to fire my imagination
in so many return visits and later, as I got older my own masturbatory
dream states.  I cannot convey accurately just how important my sense of
smell would become in my fantasy life, and my life with horses in general.
Their scent always start me lusting, whether its their piss wafting over
me, or their sperm that I would learn to guzzle, the smell; the smell of
their assholes would cause rivers of cum to spurt from me in later years.
But on this first meeting I smelled its sweat, very rancid, and its sweet
breath, both wonderful in their own way.

For some reason things began to follow one thing after another.  The horse
had left a trail of saliva dripping down from my right armpit and suddenly
I knew that I had to taste its spittle.  I licked it rather tentatively and
then with my tongue I scooped the spit into my mouth and swished it around.
It was very cool, because the wind had begun to evaporate the liquid, but I
gobbled it into my mouth and knew that I wanted more.  It was then and
there that I began such a wonderful series of rituals that would only
become more intense the more I bonded with this huge animal.  I would huff
my breathing next to its mouth as he munched his grass and I would drink it
in.  I started licking his hairs, first on its legs and then more boldly
its muzzle, and on right next to its mouth.  And then I slowly stood up.
At my rising he lifted his head and pushed against me lightly with his
head.  I patted him gently and realized my exposed cock was right in his
line of sight and suddenly my cock was up against his flesh.  I intuitively
knew that rubbing my cock and slowly fisting it into my palm was the order
of business to follow.  I slowly jacked my cock as I ran my wet tongue
along its mane for the first time.

I slowly pierced his hair on his mane with my face and tongue and tried to
lick against the pinkish skin underneath the hairs.  I was being playful
and my pleasure would only escalate in return visits; me ever more bold,
still conscious of its size and strength.  Suddenly he pushed his face into
mine and I was suddenly tonguing inside his mouth, outlining his teeth with
my small gyrating tongue. This sent electricity through my body as my young
maleness began to assert its hold over my perversions.  I was licking in
and around inside his mouth and he didn't seem to mind one bit.  Surely
this horse was here for my pleasure and I would never abuse the trust that
he began to show on that first day.  In my young mind I was learning to
equate love with lust, and my lust was centered in my penis, fueled by my
senses.  I took my tongue out of his mouth and began to give him long
careful licks along his mane and then it happened I noticed his cock
underneath him.  And I at ten years of age began my descent into beast sex.
I was so hooked by then and those feelings have never left me, only
intensified as I thought up new and more lustful things to do.  I chose not
to go any lower on the horse and for the rest of that afternoon I contented
myself with smelling its mane, its breath and of course, its intoxicating
sweat.


                                   Part Two

I went back to my uncle's farm that day and I fisted my boy cock all
nightlong.  I did my chores and entered the house washed up and ate supper
and then flew to my room after assuring the adults that I had homework to
do.  That night the only thing I did was to relive over and over again
those smells, the excitement, the wonder of my special friend accepting me
as his friend.  I didn't even take a shower that night so badly did I want
to hold onto the odors that were now mingled with my own.  I gloried in my
new found perversion and it simply never occurred to me that anything could
be wrong when it felt so wonderful.  I was rationalizing my young self into
full acceptance of this glorious pastime.  At that age I hadn't even
experienced my first ejaculation, that would come a few months later
alongside my horse lover.

It was the middle of September and I stood giving my horse long sweet
whispers that I first experienced a shuttering within my penis and again my
ignorance was full tilt, but I kept thinking about my horse and how to
breathe in his unique odors when my cock started hurting and shaking.  I
suddenly grew concerned and if I had had an older sibling around he might
have explained to me what was going on, but out there in the field I was
helpless before my raging uncut cock.  I had my hand firmly around its
circumference and I was rubbing it furiously.  Suddenly my whole groin
shuttered and liquid started shooting out of my dick and I knew it wasn't
piss.  It was clear at first and then slightly milky colored and it felt
glorious.  My knees started to buckle and I found myself quickly sitting on
the ground as I felt the waves go through and through me again.  As I came
for the first time in my life I was at my horses' side on the ground
shaking.  At the same time I was experiencing my first afterglow of
youthful lust, I noticed that the horses' cock was fully extended, and now
with that rush freshly in my mind I touched my lust.  It was like nothing I
could have imagined.  First I just brushed the back of my hand against its
velvety skin and then with more purpose, more obvious lust I used the front
of my hand and went up along the shaft for a short distance and felt it
shudder.  The education that followed was like nothing that can be learned
from school or books, or people, it was horse cock against my flesh and I
would never be the same.

I was close to its underbelly and my hands started gently going up and down
the length of it.  The velvetiness of it was curious, but the smell was
pure adrenaline.  My breathing increased as I continued to stroke its grand
dick.  I began a study that would continue for years as I closely looked at
the flayed head and how it flattened out near the tip.  Its hard to believe
now as I remember back on this, but it never occurred to me to lick it. Not
yet, not right then.  I was completely satisfied just caressing it, feeling
and huffing breaths close to it so I could fill my lungs with his scent.
My horse scent education took a leap forward that day and it was ushered in
by my first orgasm.  I was in heaven, didn't know what heaven was but knew
then and there that this feeling pursuing me would only grow through the
years and it has hardly ever waned.  I didn't use my tongue, but continued
to ply my hands gently up and down the whole length.  It was at least
eighteen inches long and almost scraped the ground as I used my hands to
investigate its secrets.  It was so smooth, I marveled at how anything
could be so satiny.  I got so close to it with my head that I could have
easily have licked it, but that was not for this day.  No, I was so close
to it because I was huffing in great breaths of air right next to its
length and my intoxication was almost complete.  I have noted before how my
sense of smell was my first awakening into the world of sex and love and
pleasure.  I was quite happy to breathe deeply and put my face right next
to the shaft without touching it with my tongue.  It seemed such an earthy
hay sort of essence and I was drugged up.  Soon I was running my face along
the shaft as far up as I could from my sitting position.  My nose was
caressing the shiny shaft and my horse was making a soft neighing sound,
but that was all.  There was no way for me at that time to portend how he
was feeling, so my own lusts filled in the question marks.  I reasoned, and
rightly so that my friend was enjoying this treatment nearly as much as I
was giving to him with my face, my nose, my breath.  The ten year old in me
saw this whole episode and I knew it was fantastic.

It was then, a moment later, while I was busily running my face along its
cock and loving it that something happened that has been with me through
all the years since.  Suddenly and to my utter astonishment it started
pissing, and what a gush of urine it was.  His cock started flaying around
a bit as hot salty rancid liquid started cascading into my face and into my
now gaping mouth.  Before I had tasted his horse cock, I was being showered
with his piss.  My head started getting dizzy, so delirious had I become.
This was a brand new smell and it was intense.  The intensity seemed to
increase as the liquid kept spraying me. I was certainly not prepared for
this and the surprise of it made me giggle.  I sat there on the ground and
was amazed at this hot liquid raining down over my head and quickly
drenching me.  My whole body was wet in seconds and the stuff was in my
mouth, my eyes, most certainly all over my young chest and dripping down
all over me.  I sat there and quite literally drank in the experience.
This unexpected thrill was getting my cock hard all over again.  With my
cock drenched with smelly horse urine I began anew the pumping of my dick
with my hands that were now free.  In about twenty seconds while his gusher
was still falling my cock stiffened and exploded again.  My second orgasm
of my life came at my horse' pee.  I was loving it; associating that smell
with the wonderful youthful explosion and learning there to never separate
those feelings in my mind.  I was suddenly and for the rest of my life
hooked on horse urine; a constant source of pleasure in my years of carnal
lust since that time.  There is no way to accurately describe that
shuddering orgasm and that smelly wetness and the two coincided to bring me
off to my second explosive jerk-off.  As I said before I very much aware of
how good life was.

I licked the piss from my arms and pooled the wet hot water into the space
between my young cock and my balls.  I rubbed it into my skin and was
learning how to love horse sewage, which until I had tasted horse shit was
my most intensely pleasurable odor for me.  Until I pursued my lust to the
point many months later, the following year to be exact, of going into his
asshole with my tongue and my nose, urine was the greatest odor by far.  It
would be months after putting my face into its rear door that I first
tasted semen, horse sperm.  After the smell and taste of shit, sperm became
my fascination, my lustful passion. I learned to crave the horses' shit and
the rich concentrated form of its sperm.  It was so nasty that its
introduction into my mouth sent me into three concussive blasts of my own
semen.  That was to be at twelve years of age and I grew really fond of
suckling its horny cock and praying for the urine to spray me, to fill me
up with both lust and a heady scent.  I wish I could convey how important
smell is to sex between man and horse.  The horse loves the many scents
that I have to offer and my pleasure was assured when my nose was filled
with nasty horse smells. The urine that I massaged into my face and
dribbled into my mouth and down my throat was all encompassing at that age;
it was the best.

Even as I write this my own body stink assails me.  As much as possible I
try to avoid deodorant and colognes; preferring my natural stink to that of
a gentler society.  Having sex with guys in the years to come when I sought
out companionship for my brand of sex-horse sex- with one or two other
horny guys was always best when a good healthy man stink was present.  I
had learned sex with the power of smell and I tried like hell to maintain
this aspect of pleasure with guys and horses.  I was such a pervert by then
loving horses far more than I would ever be able to love people, I settled
into a comfortable piss, semen and later especially the horses' shitty
entrails hanging from its rosebud of a stinky ass.  Nothing assailed my
sense of smell like a steamy pile of horse shit. It took me a long time to
try it and to learn to love it, but I did; it was inevitable.  The smells
of my horses were paramount.  In years to come I would enjoy the smell of a
completely unwashed man and have even tried both piss showers and eating
human shit, but no human smell has ever gotten me off the way a heady horse
piss or its fragrant shit assails my lust.  Many guys would gag with the
overpowering scents of horseplay, but I just wish that the scent was
stronger and stronger. Its why I took up horse shit-eating and I've never
regretted it.  But in this first year of my horse sex things were pretty
tame compared to later years.

I enjoyed immensely my trips out to that field and enjoyed my horse friend
almost non-stop for three years to come and in that time I was coming a
lot. Sometimes my sperm coated hand would gently find its way to my friends
nose and often times he would gently lick my semen into his mouth.  But I
want to write next about my eventual destiny, that of tasting and craving
his semen.  Horse sperm is like few things on this planet and early on I
just knew that I'd never get my fill.  I'd always find room for volley
after volley of this precious liquid.  I found many ways to excite myself
into explosive eruption time and again by the simple act of guzzling horse
semen.  In college I worked at a horse farm in Wyoming and after college I
made my way in the world by being as close as I could to as many horses as
I could.  Through it all and now in my middle forties I can proudly say,
with a slightly adolescent grin, that I've swallowed more horse sperm than
most female horses ever have a chance of getting up their twat.

It was the first week of seventh grade, I had just turned twelve and was
participating in heavy horseplay with my friend of the previous two years.
I considered myself an expert at swallowing horse piss and curiosity had
already gotten the best of me and I had nuzzled my nose into his asshole,
but had only done that once.  This was instantly so nasty that the lust
factor of it was almost off the chart.  I quickly stroked myself to a head
pounding orgasm. (I was jerking my cock about seven times a day by seventh
grade and was trying to up this number when I started a lazy jerk-off
session with the horses' cock.)  Did I know that I was going to send him
into an orgasm? No, it hadn't worked out that way for the several times
that I had done it previously.  So I began almost watching with childhood
glee as my hands were around his cock and they were flying up and down the
brilliant satiny length.  I expected to end up just getting pissed on; this
had happened many times by this time and it was always good to drink and to
mix into my tanning body.  During the summer in that field on hot
afternoons I never wore a shirt and after only a few minutes out there I
would shuck my cut-offs and allow my friend to sniff the denim crotch that
was so filled with my rancid body odor.  He seemed to like it a lot and I
began jerking him.  He brought his mouth down over the crotch of the fabric
and added his own sweet saliva to my soiled pants.  On occasions that
occurred later I would sometimes stain my shorts with some of my shit and
he loved to chew on those.

But I knew that I wanted to make him cum.  On that afternoon I was jerking
his incredible penis and I noticed after several minutes that he was
shifting his weight from side to side rather slowly.  I cupped his massive
balls and went underneath him and gently licked his ball sack.  His balls
were pendulous affairs and I bathed them with large amounts of my saliva
and enjoyed the scent.  His balls were heavy and I knew by now just as in
my own sperm production that his balls were heavy with sperm.  I nuzzled
his balls from side to side and gently sucked one then the other into my
horny mouth.  Mixed with my body stink, my breath and sweat, I gave his
ball sack a copious and rather lazy tongue and mouth bath.  I noticed again
how he was shifting his weight and I thought maybe he was starting to feel
something and this made me increase my tempo.  My hands were gripping his
penis a little tighter and my mouth was all over his nuts and I was
drinking in the horse' heady aroma.  Suddenly his cock shook, but nothing
followed.  I didn't know what to think so I thought I'd go faster just the
way I shake my own penis as I jerked myself off.  I again increased the
energy I was putting into this act of insanity, if one could possibly
conceive it as that: insanity was far from my mind. My mind was filled with
lust almost as it always was.  This day I was watching closely his
movements and again with suddenness his prick danced spasmodically.  For
some reason this delighted me, but I really don't think I knew for a
certainty that anything other than a usual drenching was on the way.

Then I started to get serious.  My mouth moved from his ball sack and was
lapping at his penis.  I spit great gobs of spit onto it and moved my mouth
up and down on one side and then just as gently onto the other side.  I was
used to his penis between my lips by this time and the scent was wafting
nicely up my nose and into my horny brain.  I was in heaven, I knew that.
My mouth found the end of his penis and I slipped the flat edge into my
waiting cock sucker's mouth.  I removed it and gently blew on it and then
put it back into my quivering receptacle.  Long practice sessions had
taught me to suck his cock without using my teeth and to increase and
decrease the tempo and speed to what I thought must surely be driving him
insane with pleasure.  I didn't know it then but it was beginning to do
just that.  His cock was completely extended as I let it move in and out of
my fucking face.  He neighed a couple of times, but that wasn't unusual,
and then he reared his head up suddenly and started to move backwards.  He
caught me a little by surprise but I was quick to catch myself and to
continue my horse sex with my mouth and with my hands, but most of all with
my brain.  I was really getting into the sucking action in and out, up and
around as my mouth made contact with his pole and his smell played havoc
with my thoughts.  I continued for several moments as he became
increasingly agitated, I saw this as a good sign and was by now hoping for
my first mouthful of horse sperm.

My dreams about horse ejaculate in my mouth, how it would taste and smell
were constantly on my mind.  Often sucking his horse cock I had wished I
could get him off, because I just knew how good it would feel for him, and
how lustful my reaction would be.  I had trained myself day in and day out
to react to this horse with a childlike wonder.  As with the first time I
experienced his rancid urine, suddenly his cock began to twitch a little
and my mouth was down at the tip as I was still sucking it in and out, and
suddenly I felt a warm liquid filling my mouth.  It quickly shot out my
nose and mouth and like that first piss it was a gusher, but this time it
was a sticky liquid that smelled incredible.  No words can describe it, no
thoughts can get inside the crustiness that would soon follow as it began
to dry both on my face and upon my sweat drenched chest.  But my mind was
wholly centered on my mouth and what this taste and texture was doing to
me.  It was gushing into the back of my throat and I knew that swallowing
was essential to taste the cream of my dreams.  Every sense that I
possessed seemed to be in use as I went into a full blown overload feeling
of accomplishment and utter sexual deviancy that was to fuel a dozen
orgasms in the next three days.  Believe me when I say writing these words
don't begin to cover the sensations that were racing through me as I found
myself guzzling horse sperm for the first time.  It was better than my
almost accidental piss shower was and only the wafting essence of that
delicious asshole could equal this feeling of utter depravity and joy that
was following his first ejaculation into my young horned mouth.  I was so
alive, and felt so utterly depraved, my mind was saying to myself your
eating horse semen, its flooding your mouth and your gulping it just as you
had dreamt about so many times.  Nirvana comes to mind, the highest level
of heavenly possession took hold of me and the horse spunk continued to
flow.  I coughed and spit the tasty treat up and out through my nose and
there the smell lodged and this was no rancid odor like piss, or tangy odor
like shit out from his behind, this was warm wonderful sperm.  People told
me later after they had tasted horse spunk that it tasted kind of like
bleach or like a rusty metal taste, but I had no such reaction, it was
sweet and very good, every bit as good as my deviant brain had promised.

I was so in love with this animal, that he would be sharing this most
private act with me almost hit me like a philosophical truth.  This horse
was spurting his seed into my mouth and I was getting drunk on it.  Love
was lust, heat was good and horse sperm was the perfect act of breeding.
Years later on only two occasions I actually tried to get bred up my ass by
a horse cock and those times were nothing to this first act of sharing
between us.  Like piss several years before I now knew what this taste and
smell was and I would always hold it in my brain and cause myself endless
lust with it.  I began smacking my lips and allowing the heady aroma to
wash over me much as the milky looking substance was already playing with
my senses.  It became fun to use my tongue to swish the spunk around as it
splashed onto my skin.  I took gobs of it into my sperm covered hands and
began jerking my cock with it.  The sperm became, before the days of horse
shit, the perfect lubricant and in the months and years that followed my
cum gulping only got better with time and experience.  My love for, my lust
for horse sperm was now complete and the sticky substance played over me
like a sea storm.  I could not, I would not let this end soon and I spent
several hours that afternoon, long after the spunk had dried, tasting and
re-tasting my new found freedom.  My lust was not just complete it was all
consuming and this just had to last.

That afternoon, that night and for the three days that followed I was so
sexed up, so inebriated with my own perversity that I must have jacked off
thirty times.  Each time I shot my familiar cum into my hands I pressed it
into my cock and pretended that this was horses' sperm and it pleased me
literally to no end.  Nobody I stayed with had any idea this was occurring
and my jerking off, was all the more effective because it was secretive.  I
was making a reality that was being shaped with encounter after encounter
with my horse lover, which by now was how I had begun thinking of him.  My
stallion lover was quite up for spurting his seed all over me and I began
sneaking out of the house into the night to rendezvous with him and I was
treated to no less than six more cum guzzling episodes that fall.  Each
time I lazily compared the tastes and smells with each previous load and I
begin to get better at seeing the signs of his orgasm.  His sperm was so
special to me that I would often times lovingly offer it back into his
mouth from mine, but he usually had little interest in his own semen.

By the time October rolled around in my seventh grade I was experiencing
the taste and texture of horse sperm at least twice a week.  It wasn't
enough for me but I figured that it was such an intimate loving act that I
couldn't really expect it everyday.  Even if that was to be my first
choice.  Fall grew cold and still I was out there in the field sucking him
off, drinking both sperm and piss in almost buckets.  I went to the farmer
that owned him and asked him if I could stable him at my uncle's farm. I
worked out that year that I stayed through the winter.  To my utter delight
everyone agreed and I was out in the barn late at night for some reason
almost every night.  I'd be back in by ten or so and no one was ever the
wiser.  I was happy and I was convinced that I was making my lover happy
and life was good.

One night, a Thursday I think, I had given my lover a good work-out with my
hand and mouth and his sperm shot out and I gulped a mouthful and suddenly
thinking an exceedingly nasty thought I took the mouthful of his semen and
went behind him, lifted his tail, and forced his semen into his puckered
asshole.  This got me so horny that as I was pushing it in and expelling
the goop I gently massaged his balls and quickly shot a load of my own into
my hand and I sunk that deeply into his ass as well.  My mouth and face was
covered with semen and I longingly played with it and smeared it into and
around his shitty covered hole.  I started taking greater chances and at
this time began the learning process of seriously beginning to rim his shit
hole.  So many times the odor made me shoot and I began to include this
mouth to ass play with my own sticky semen.  I don't know what he thought
of this ritual, ass-eating, but I quickly worked it into my life's work;
horse sex in all its smelly manifestations.  My imagination during the
winter of my seventh grade was nothing if not active and constantly out
doing itself for perversity and effect.

I would grow tired of sucking him, waiting for his sperm to gush, but that
winter I absolutely never tired of having my face clean his butt-hole time
and time again.  For one thing I could stand while I danced my filthy
tongue around inside his rectum.  To suck him and get his shot of seed I
had to get underneath him and this became tiresome on occasion.  Ass eating
was now my new found lust and I found myself experimenting with his shitty
hole hour after hour after playful hour.  I was now actively eating any
shit that clung to his pussy lips and the puckering of his hole got me more
horned than anything yet to date.

Soon I had gently began inserting a finger deep into his pinkness and this
was followed by my first tentative forays into fist fucking his hole, which
I soon realized was easily achieved.  By the following spring when I let
him back into the meadow lands I had achieved many insertions that had my
fist and clear on up to my elbow deeply within him without causing him any
pain or discomfiture.  I loved that deep wetness that encased my hand and
arm and my love of his shit began to take on a life of its own.  Fist
fucking my lover began to consume me and it wasn't long before I had
swirled my tongue around his shit as it was making its entrance from his
hole to my shitty smelling mouth.  This was to become a lifelong passion of
mine and soon, by the following year I was expertly eating shit as it was
expelled into my waiting mouth. I couldn't help but feel like a perverted
monster and of course this heightened my lustful tendencies. I'd have my
mouth chewing on his fresh shit and began to let it slip down my throat.
Soon I was contented to know that I was now fully in love with his shit.
And unlike the hit or miss nature of sperm shooting, even the occasional
urine shooting, his shit was a daily affair and I loved my role of lover
and sewer to my beast friend.  My mouth began eating mouthfuls of stink
filled sludge and I soon began to coat my dick with it while I jacked off
furiously.  Sometimes I would land a juicy piece of shit or two on the
ground and shoot my sperm over it and first lick it clean and then finish
the leftover treat.  I found myself loving the smell and especially the
slurry taste and I would almost worship this new found perversion.  I went
to his hole and waited for him to shit into my open mouth and I would spit
it out onto the ground and then roll my face and head around in it.  Always
jacking my cock, always filling my disgusting shit stained mouth with his
sometimes bloody entrails.  Blood would form in this luscious stool from
time to time and I came to see his discharge as a sort of dessert.
Swishing the red stained shit from his stinking hole to my face and down my
throat. This so horned me up I was beside myself with gleeful lust.  I was
finishing up my twelfth year of life and I was chewing horse shit almost
everyday.

In college and lately into high school I began searching for friends that I
could lead into this pleasurable pursuit.  It wasn't easy and I had to
discover that there was sex with boys as well as with horses, but I never
took to it with gusto like I did just viewing my lovers ass lips part with
a sludge like rottenness.  My secretions flowed on the spot every time I
sniffed the butt and dug in for my daily shit.  Sometimes it would shoot
out and it coated my face and head like a muddy substance; sometimes it was
chewy and acrid.  But at all times whenever I sunk my teeth into his shit I
was in so much perverted heaven.


                                Part Three

By my freshman year of high school my perversions were completely in
control and I could no more have stopped them as I could will myself to
stop breathing.  It was part of me and I said good bye to that first horse
lover my first year of high school.  It seemed to me that he was sad the
last time I lovingly put my tongue into his mouth and asshole as if perhaps
knowing that my yearly lodgings with my uncle was coming to a close.  Three
weeks later as I packed my bags for that last trip home to southern
Illinois where my mother and father lived, I viewed him from the road for
one last time.  Tears were in my eyes as I mouthed my good bye.  But my
experiences with him would never be forgotten only exceeded in lust factors
by four or five when I broke into my own stride and moved off to college.
Four years of high school was sporadic at best as my folks didn't live on a
farm and though there were horses around it was difficult to setup
encounters.  I managed it on a couple of occasions but I would find myself
at night fingering my butt and extracting my shit and depositing the filthy
mass into my own mouth and I would silently mourn my first great love.  My
shit was a poor substitute for his shit, my cum even more shallow tasting
than his cum and my fantasies were played out most often in my mind and
with my increasingly strong fist.

In high school my body began to mature and my scent was now stronger than I
ever could have imagined it would be only a few short years before.  I grew
pubic hair with a stringy blackness that was a constant wonder to me.  Hair
under my arms grew in by my freshman year and I went out for both football
in the fall and baseball in the spring.  My nightly descent into my
perverted images kept me company, as I was very slow to open up to the
possibility of sharing my fantasies with a member of my own species.  It
was a difficult transition, but slowly I started warming up to a few guys
on my football team.  By that December I had jacked off with two separate
guys and was exposed to my first feelings of intense homosexuality.  I had
thoughts that I could never share, so my forays into teenage boy on boy sex
was slow and for the most part not very satisfying.  But horniness is as
horniness does and I slowly started letting the word get around to a select
group of guys that girls were never going to offer me anything but failure
and a vague feeling of silliness.

By the end of my second year playing football I realized that I was turning
into a very hunky guy and hunky guys needed a healthy outlet for sex.  I
chose a friend for this that was both hunkier than I, but far less
sophisticated than I when it came to sexual gratification.  I mean I was
eating my sperm and tossing back fair amounts of my own shit while my first
gay boyfriend was still disgusted by his nightly jerk-offs.  His inability
to just let loose really hampered my attempts at sex with him, and for a
year it was very ho-hum. We kissed and I got him to piss on me and in my
mouth, but any mention of scat really freaked him out.  And shit was one of
my most prized perversions.  My shit wasn't anything like the horse shit
that I remembered, but the smell and taste was usually enough to get me
off-even if I had to fantasize about it alone.

High school was difficult for other reasons as well.  I never excelled at
school and spent more and more time alone fantasizing about my lust and
polishing my knob about six times a day.  I would make it with my gay
friend, but his unwillingness to experiment frustrated me.  And I grew less
and less enchanted with him and by the beginning of my junior year I broke
it off with him.  I think he was relieved, because my constant badgering
about our boring sex was for him also frustrating.  He hadn't learned to
crave his own spunk and I was eating mine and my shit on a daily basis.  It
was a difficult time my junior and senior years.  I guess by the end of our
lustful relationship he saw me more or less as a freak and I didn't give
him a second thought after breaking it off with him.

One good thing that develop at this time was my discovery of anonymous
glory hole sex.  I was very adept at cock sucking and I took this to a very
healthy, but albeit risky joy into my sexual repertoire.  I managed to
visit glory holes three or four times a week and seriously was taken by
guys slopping their cum into my mouth.  I never had to see them and it
stoked my fantasies as I sat there sucking cock after cock.  My capacity
for cum was considerable at this time and I could gobble it down without
any excessive baggage about their own stunted sexual development.  My love
of human sperm at this time became noticeable for the first time.  I was
swallowing twenty loads a week and sometimes more and all this spunk had me
remembering my horses' sperm and I would often jack the liquid into my cock
as lubricant and would blow my rocks thinking about horse sperm and horse
urine and especially horse shit.  The sex of that time was greatly enhanced
by these long hours sitting on a john waiting for high school boys to come
in and shoot their loads into my mouth. It was fun.  Without it high school
would have been unbearable.

For a month in my junior year I got a job on a farm and it had two
stallions.  It was my main job to throw them hay and to clean out the
barn. For the month that it lasted I managed three horse encounters, but
they were quick and didn't produce any sperm, or urine for me.  One time it
did provide a several hour period where I indulged my fantasy before
shoveling the horse manure out I took a few good mouthfuls off the barn
floor, but I didn't know which horse had produced it, but the taste and
smell flooded my brain with past memories and I enjoyed it immensely.  For
a brief time I was coating my cock with horse sludge and swallowing big
mouthfuls and for a few short hours I was happy.  The barn was so rich in
horse scent that for a time I munched on their asses quite joyfully.
Sliding the sewage down my throat and silently talking to them and
wondering if any of the two knew what was going on.  But the stinky sludge
was appetizing and I managed to get down some sizable chunks before
vomiting it back up and out onto the floor.  A technique that I had come to
love was eating horse shit, swallowing it down and then taking two fingers
and causing my gag reflex to vomit it up, whereupon I would eat it over
again with the added bile of my own stomach to ease me into a masturbatory
rush.  My breath absolutely stank and I loved the bile's bite as it went
down again.  It was an amusing month, but the farmer laid me off after only
one month, even though I would gladly have continued it for free.  I, of
course, couldn't have explained this and so I took my leave.

The rest of high school was fairly uneventful. Never dated a single girl; I
just couldn't bring myself to that level of absurdity.  By my senior year
my parents figured I was gay, but never had an inkling as to my true
imaginative lifestyle. I continued at the glory holes at several locations
and continued sucking down guy sperm. And then I was nearing graduation and
even though my grades weren't stellar I knew that any escape that was
possible would come from me leaving home and going to college. And my
thoughts and lusts turned back to Wyoming and to western Nebraska where I
had spent such happy hours and days.  I decided on Wyoming state university
and was practically floored when the acceptance letter came. And to add a
level of unreality to the whole thing I received a job offer from an animal
hospital that was nearby the campus. I cleaned dog kennels and scraped out
animal shit from cages.  There were no horses though and it was less than
satisfying.  Though the constant odor of shit was in some ways pleasant to
me. I couldn't bring myself to even try another kind of animal's waste and
I was consoled with happy memories and my own pungent shit.

                                  Last Part

At Wyoming State I majored in horse husbandry and knew that my talents lead
me to the conclusion that I would make a good park ranger somewhere. A job
that would, so I thought necessitate riding a horse along back trails and
well, being with a horse.  How could I conceive of anything else: my back
round assured my acceptance into this career choice and I more than
secretly hoped that it would work out. It was in my second year that an
opportunity arose that once again had me experiencing a blissful encounter
with several horses. I worked for two summers on a horse ranch in western
Wyoming.  And during this job I spent days and on occasion an entire week
out alone on the range with what else, horses.  These were two of my best
summers since junior high and my past associations more than caught up with
me.

My heart still leapt as I put my hand tentatively upon a new lover's shanks
and I still drank in the many odors that were so unique to every
stallion. And every horses' sperm was different from the last and every
stinking mouthful of shit had its own unique shade of aroma.  Happiness
found me and I have long thought of those two summers as finally coming
home. A home I knew that I would love. Out on that range sitting atop a
roan stallion I lowered my head and silently drew my tongue along its mane
flowing in the wind.  And when I was eye to eye with them I again whispered
gentle obscenities into their ears. And with saliva dripping out of my
mouth I found their mouths and I spit loving amounts of spittle into them.
It was harmless horseplay and my heart soared as I realized that my
lifelong ambition to spend my days on the ranges with stallions would be a
reality and my nights would be breathless abandonment either quietly
munching horse assholes and slicing through flavorful shit, or of getting
beneath one and then another and again enjoying the steady stream of steamy
piss as it cascaded against the cool night air.

In the next years I paid no attention to the mares, but never took my eyes
off the majestic stallions that raced in and out of my view. I again
reacquainted myself with those smells, those sounds of a horse eating
grass, or just passing gas as I ate out their holes once again.  I was
coming into my own with my lusts and these horses both wild and tamed
flamed my youthful sex once more. It was easily a hundred thousand acre
ranch and for days I spent time indulging my putrid habits.  I kissed them
as I had done so often, at times I fist fucked them and at many times I
enjoyed their Cum and shit. I was at peace with my perversions and I let
them have their way.  For the past twenty-five years I have worked as a
park ranger. I have worked in over four state parks and have since shared
my bed with many men, but with far more horses. And those sights, those
delicious odors just never stop assaulting my brain. I hope to have them
always. My love for male horses never lessened, and only matured into a
sweet and always lustful passion.

                                   The End

This was my first erotic story I've ever written. E-mail me at
midblue2002@yahoo.com for comments both good or ill and Maybe I'll write
others. Be nice...  (now if only I can figure out how to send this to
Nifty!)