Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 20:16:28 +0000
From: out-cast@hotmail.com
Subject: you're never alone with a horse

Andy clasps his hands behind his head and stretches his stiff back. The
first long day back in the saddle always needs some getting used to, but it
is worth it. Nothing beats the pleasure of roaming in the quiet loneliness
of the rugged ranch.

Andrew C. Motion III, the last - so far - of a line of cattle farmers going
back to the late-nineteenth century; his family has owned the Stony Gulch
Ranch for more than a hundred years and for the time being all of the land
is his. It is not the most fertile land: mountainous, rocky, harsh terrain,
but that has never stopped a member of the Motion family and it won't stop
him.

The sun already throws an orangey glow over the rough landscape - it won't
be much longer before it is time to set up camp. There is a small stream
half an hour's ride away, which will allow him to wash away the dusk and
sweat of the day's riding. Tomorrow he needs to meet up with the hired
hands to drive the cattle back over the mountain range, but that still
leaves him with one night to enjoy the silence and tranquility without
company - but not entirely on his own.

He kicks back his heels, urging Emperor Norton forward again. In contrast
to many of the farms around them, the family still relies on their trusty
steeds for transportation. Quads and four-wheel-drives may be suitable for
the flatter grass lands, but on the rocky hillsides nothing beats a horse
for transportation.

The rider rests his hands on Norton's shoulders and feels how the
stallion's magnificent muscles move under its silk coat. He rubs and pats
its neck and his companion raises its head and snorts in approval. There
are few little relationships as intimate as the one between a cowboy and
his horse. Savouring the moment, he lies forward, swings his arms around
the stallion's neck, and pushes his face against the warm soft
skin. Inhaling deeply, he can smell the oh-so familiar musky aroma of his
closest buddy.

At the site where he planned to make camp, Andy gratefully lowers himself
down off the big stallion and works his stiff limbs. He really should come
out here more often, if he wants to keep his fitness, but since he
inherited the ranch, he had had too much paperwork to ride out with the
hands. He pulls off his tight shirt and lets the last rays of the setting
sun warm his bronzed, honed body. Andy looks longingly at the fresh streat,
but the animal is his first priority, of course. Quickly the saddle and
bags are taken off its back. A handful of dry grass will do nicely for
rubbing down its coat, so soon the ranger is working his hands along the
horse's flanks and limbs, where he can feel the rippling muscles, trembling
in anticipation. Norton stands still, waiting patiently for him to finish;
both horse and rider enjoy this touch, the direct physical contact as Andy
strokes and caresses every inch of his partner's body.

Now that he has taken care of the Emperor, the cool water of the stream is
finally beckoning him. His boots are kicked off and quickly he unbuckles
his belt and lets his jeans drop to the floor. A nudge of the animal's nose
in the small of his back is begging him for action, but the water looks too
good to pass on. The stallion will have to wait a little longer.

Emperor Norton knows what is going to happen later. As a foal, he was
chosen by the thirteen-year-old Andy to be his steady companion and since
then they travelled across the ranch together, sleeping rough and enjoying
each other's company whenever possible. The two males can read one another
like an old couple anticipating the other's words.

Refreshed from the cold dip, Andy hugs the animal, pressing his shivering
body against the warm welcoming flesh. Slowing his hands wander across
Norton's skin, until the horse once again nudges his bare butt.

"You're eager to get going, aren't you boy?"

Not wanting to keep his lover waiting any longer, he kneels next to the big
stallion and runs his hands over the long heavy cock that is already
descending from its sheath. His fingers stroke the dry and leathery organ,
pushing into the folds of skin to tease more meat down. The cowboy knows
every inch of that cock intimately. Seven years ago his late father had
initiated him into the family way of life, allowing the seventeen year old
boy to watch him and his own stallion, before encouraging Andy to become
one with the young Emperor Norton.

The stallion's long fat manhood rises until it is almost flush with its
belly. Andy's own tool, big for a man, but nothing compared to Norton's,
follows suit immediately. He has waited for this moment for weeks, because
according to family tradition, intimacy with the stallions only occurs out
in the lonely quiet of the wilderness.

Andy runs his tongue along a thick vein that stands out on the hard surface
of the horse's rod. A snort of approval to encourage him. He licks the
plump head and wriggles his tongue into the wide piss slit. The massive
organ in his hands swells a little more in excitement.

It is time to get on with it; the cowboy is too eager to get to tonight's
climax to take it slow any longer. With some difficulty his lips wrap
themselves around the big dick head and he takes it into his mouth. His
hands squeeze and rub the entire length of the shaft, while his mouth and
tongue gently massage the tender glans. Still stuck at the end of the long
phallus, he grabs the stallion's big balls and kneads them roughly, knowing
that each can produce enough cum to fill his gut.

He doesn't need to wait long for his reward. The Emperor's cock suddenly
swells and plugs his mouth, before a gush of cum fills his throat. The
cowboy desperately swallows to try to keep up with the flow, but there is
no way he can and the juice squirts between his lips and the big tool that
fills his mouth. After four or five massive gushes, the stream abates and
Andy gratefully lets the deflating cock slip from his painfully distended
jaws.

"I think you enjoyed that, right, boy?" He pants as he lowers himself to
the ground, "but in a moment it will be my turn."

Once he has recovered from the assault on his mouth, the ranger climbs onto
a nearby slab of granite and clicks his tongue. Immediately, Emperor Norton
trots over towards him, its tail already standing up in the air, and it
presents its behind to its master.

"Good lad!"

Andy wets his fingers and slowly feeds two of them into the waiting hole. A
shiver runs down Norton's spine and the animal neighs. Another finger joins
the two inside, while Andy's free hand plays with the stallion's tail. When
he slips his fingers out again, they smell sweetly of fermenting straw and
he licks off the sticky dung. His cock twitches in anticipation, standing
rigidly in front of him. Even though he cannot compete with his lover, he
is exceptionally well endowed for a man. He pushes the bulbous head against
the waiting hole and Norton tosses its head and looks over its shoulder to
encourage him to ram the long tool in.

The cowboy grabs the stallion's hips and with a shunt he drives his hard
cock deep into the animal. Pulling out all the way, he repeats the
penetration, and again. He increases his tempo as he roughly fucks the warm
moist horse's arse, slamming in his dick as violently as he can, because he
knows that there is no way that his cock can hurt the animal before him. He
also knows that the more force he puts into this, the more aggression
Norton will use when the stallion gets to fuck his arse. Out of breath, he
pushes in one last time to the base of his cock until his aching balls
dangle against Norton's behind. They spasm and force streaks of cum deep
into the stallion.

When the man has pulled out of him, Norton turns around and shows Andy the
full glory of its hard swollen manhood, which is standing ready for action
once again. The horse nudges his chest; it knows what is coming next and it
wants it now. All the built-up aggression of the previous hour will spill
out when it violently fucks its lover. Two feet of horse's cock, six inches
wide, will force themselves deep into the ranger's body.

And he is ready to receive them.

Andy jumps off the rock and bends over it, leaning on his hands. "Come on
then, boy," he encourages the Emperor, and almost immediately its front
legs appear on the flat rock on either side of his face. A heavy slap of
its cock against Andy's thigh. The cowboy reaches behind him with one
trembling hand to help his assailant to aim. He has longed for this so
badly. He has wanted the stallion to make love to him for weeks. He has
been watching the animal around the stables, wishing that that enormous
manhood would impale him, until his body was stretched tautly around it.

He doesn't need to wait any longer. With all the force of Norton's powerful
body, most of the humongous tool is rammed into him. A painful groan
escapes his smiling lips and Andy would like a moment to adapt to the
sudden invasion, but he doesn't get the time. All gentleness and love have
gone now. Sheer animalistic brutality has taken possession of the big
stallion and it bucks its hips remorselessly. With quick, hard shunts all
twenty-four inches of its cock are driven into the man ... and the guy
enjoys the ruthless violence and aggression with which they are delivered.

"Christ, you're big," he moans, as he is almost lifted off his feet by the
force of the continued fuck. "Harder, Norton! Aahhh ... yes, give it to
me." The grimace on his face shows it isn't all fun, but he keeps begging
his lover for more.

As if it understands the cowboy's begging, the stallion pulls out entirely
for one last shunt. It pauses for a second or two before it crashes hard
into the arse underneath it, driving all of its cock and most of its sheath
far too deep into Andy's tender body. The man yelps in despair, but there
is nothing he can do now. His arse is plugged by the massive horse phallus,
which starts spewing cum. He knows his lover and he knows that the spunk
will flow into him like a river. Subconsciously, he counts the jets of
spunk that fill his gut, until after about ten the pressure inside him gets
too much to bear. His legs buckle but the rigid pole that runs him through
prevents him falling. Not much more! He can't take much more pain. He can't
take more cum without his gut bursting.

The flow finally slows and as Norton's cock deflates and pulls out, cum
cascades down his thighs and the devastating pressure on his bowels
evaporates, allowing Andy to collapse in bliss on top the granite slab.

It takes him half an hour to regain enough strength to stand, Norton
licking at the load that leaks from his arse, massaging the ragged hole.

When a little later he rolls himself into his blanket, Norton nuzzles his
neck. Andy strokes the animal's nose. "We'll do it again soon," he
promises, wincing at the pain in his butt, "just not tomorrow morning."