Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2003 11:42:03 -0500
From: Allen Baker <sambrubag@fast.net>
Subject: Stud Service

     Charles of County Karn was the biggest winning race horse I ever had.
One of the highest money makers of all time, actually.  But after I retired
him from the track was when he really started making money for me.  He was
highly sought after by breeders for their mares.  But that wasn't the half
of it.
     Charles - actually I always called him by his initials, COCK - was
highly sought after by another crowd - the gay size-queens.  And believe
you me, size was the word.  That's why I gave him that name in the first
place: I'd never seen another horse with that size meat on him.  One look
and you just knew why the term "hung like a horse" originated.  And he
loved using it, too.
     I have tons of stories I could share.  But the ultimate is this guy
Jim.  He lives about an hour away, and so the accessability makes him a
frequent visitor in spite of the exorbitant fees I charged.  Even as the
son of a rich billionaire, I finally started giving him weekly rates.
     Jim was hooked on COCK from the first time he saw him race.  He came
down to the stables after the race and literally drooled looking in at the
stall.  The fact that we recognized each other from the only leather bar
within driving distance made it easy for him to approach me about his
obsession.  But I made him wait nearly sixteen months until Charles of
County Karn officially quit the track before I allowed Jim his first
session with COCK.
     It was a warm August night that Jim arrived for his first tryst with
my boy.  He arrived right at 10:00 PM as arranged.  All the other farm
hands had left or retired for the day not that it would have bothered any
of them, but it gave Jim and COCK their privacy.  Outside the stall, Jim
and I stripped down to nothing.  I had found that being nude when a guy
entered COCK's stall, gave him the tipoff as to what was up.  Besides, it
keeps your clothes clean and dry.
     I could tell Jim was nervous.  But from the rigid rod he was sporting,
it was also obvious he was really turned on.  His dick was almost as hard
as mine.  COCK turned to look, then came up to place his forehead
affectionately against my chest as he sniffed my crotch.
     "Ok, Jim, we need to take this slow and easy.  Start by just rubbing
down his neck and across his side.  Don't go near his groin yet.  We need
to have him accept you and get used to you first.  Future visits won't need
so much foreplay."
     Jim sidled up to COCK and gently rubbed his neck.  I saw Jim slightly
shiver and caught the gleam of man goo dribbling from the end of his dick.
I knew he was hooked right then and there.  After about five minutes of
that I moved over to the side and let my hand approach COCK's hanging sack.
COCK let out a whinny of approval.  So I massages his balls as we watched
his sheath begin to quiver as its contents began to respond.
     "Best stand back a bit.  This always makes him piss a barrel right
about now," I advised.
     "Must I?" Jim's response was accompanied by a big grin.
     "Hell, no.  He's used to guys into that."  And I motioned for him to
crawl under.  He'd no more than positioned himself kneeling below COCK's
stomach when some dribbles began to issue out the end of COCK's puckered
skin wrapper.  Jim reached out to let it puddle into his palm.  Just then
the dam burst.  The force of his yellow stream struck Jim full force in the
chest and nearly sent him sprawling, He was soaked and grinning ear to ear.
     Once the stallion was done emptying his bladder, I gave Jim further
instructions.  "Ok, gently start stroking the length of his sheath. Just
long, tender strokes will work best."
     I watched as his trembling fingers approached his goal for the first
time.  His dick lurched with that initial touch.  And he gave a big sigh.
Then he began to stroke and caress that big lump below my horse.  In no
time at all, the tip of his skin coating began to stretch, and Jim got his
first glimpse of COCK's enormous member.  There was a deep rattle in the
back of the man's throat and he began to breath heavier.  Soon the entire
length of COCK's cock began to slide out and down.  Out and out and out.
Jim's eyes grew enormous.
     "More that you bargained for?"
     "No, just more than I'd ever hoped for," was his whispered response.
He moved his right hand onto COCK's sensitive length and began to pump it
gently.  With his left, he reached below himself and removed the most
enormous butt plug I'd ever seen.  It was only then that I realized what
Jim's ultimate fantasy was.
     "I don't think any ass could hand this guy," I warned.
     "Maybe if you give me a good fisting first.  I definitely have to give
it a try."
     I'm always willing to oblige.  After all, he was paying the money.  I
pulled a saw horse into the stall and placed it along side of the stallion.
Jim bent over it with his head under the horse.  I lubed my hand and arm
and stood behind him.  I had only a few experiences with fisting, but it
didn't take me long to learn this guy was majorly stretched.  It hardly
took two strokes with my fingers before his hole sucked in my hand and
wrist.  I didn't even have to push.  This was one hungry ass.  I looked up
to see that Jim was still stroking cock and had his tongue out for a
tentative lick.  I pushed up to my elbow as I watched that man's tongue
slither across the veined surface of horse dick.  He slobbered and licked
and drooled his way from end to end.  Then he stretched his jaw and
attempted to get his mouth around the head, but couldn't manage it.  But I
did hear his throat gurgle as he sucked down gulps of horse precum.  His
ass spasmed around my arm and caressed it.  This guy was hot to trot.
     I pulled out and repositioned the sawhorse under COCK.  Jim wedged
himself between the wooden support and the horse's belly.
     "Are you sure about this?"  I wanted to give him one last chance to
chicken out.
     "Oh yeah, I've waited for this for a long, long time."
     I reached under to guide my boy's tip to the opening this man wanted
filled.  COCK didn't need a second invitation.  He's not gentle, my boy.
Not one bit.  With one lunge he speared himself into Jim.  Jim's mouth flew
open, and his eyes clamped shut.  There was a strangled sound in the back
of his throat, but he didn't scream or shout.  But I wasn't sure he was
breathing.
     COCK didn't know the meaning of patience either.  Once he'd found his
spot, he was ready to plow the field.  His hips immediately went into a
natural rhythm with full force.  Jim had no period of adjustment.  He was
getting his ass fucked by a horse.  His fantasy had come true.  I was just
hoping he'd survive it.
     There was a sudden gush of air as Jim resumed breathing.  Then he
began to croon.  "Oh, shit!  Fuck!  Oh, God!"  And on and on he went.  But
I could tell those were utterances of ecstacy, not pain.  And his own dick
was hard and dripping.  And the horse plowed and bucked and screwed.
     Once I could tell that Jim was ok, I began to groove on the scene.  I
reached in to fondle COCK's testicles with one hand, and I stroked my own
dick with the other.  Right in front of my face was one of the largest
horse pricks in the nation sliding into a very stretched man's ass.
Pounding and punishing.  Again and again.  My hand pumped faster on my
cock, and I shot my load all over that's horse's nut sack.  Right then I
felt those balls pulling up and up their cords.  "Get ready, Jim, he's
about to blow."
     The horse snorted.  Jim shouted, "Oh yeah!"  And I watched as pulse
after pulse horse jism shot into that man.  It seemed never to stop.  Jim's
own dick began to spout shots of cream into the straw without ever having
been touched.  Jim's hole began to leak horse cum which dripped huge globs
to the floor.  Time stood still as the three of us climaxed ourselves into
pure bliss.
     Soon COCK's dick retreated, and Jim near cried when his ass lips could
no longer keep it inside him.  He had me reinsert the plug to keep all that
stallion fluid inside.  He dressed and left with a big smile of contentment
on his face.  I figured that would do him for a while and it would be a
couple of months before I heard from him again.  So I was surprised when he
called before the week was out.  It's been that way ever since.