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The Colt
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Author's Note:
This story is my second attempt at writing an Equine LOVE story. My
first attempt - originally entitled "filly1.sex" was written some months
earlier in October, 1990. At this time, there seemed to be precious few
stories that could be considered LOVE stories - most of the available ones
talking a great deal about "fucking" animals, but not about "making love" to
them. Filly1.sex was my attempt to break this pattern, and was actually
written just after my own terrifying experience with being caught. This
story - originally entitled "Colt1.sex" - was written a few months later, and
unlike its predecessor, is true. I never did find out the name of the
young stallion in this story, but I like to believe that he was the slightly
more matured version of a wonderful colt that I had met a year ealier, and
fallen deeply in love with. I had lost contact with the colt - much to my
dismay and heartache - but this handsome young stallion was so much like
him, that I choose to believe he was one and the same. This story is
dedicated to him - and I hope that one day, we will meet again...
On a somewhat less pleasant note... When I wrote this story back in
1991, I did not see the need to add a copyright notice, nor to acknowledge
the fact that I AM the author. However, having seen other wonderful stories
changed and bastardized by unscrupulous people, I have decided that I have
to protect my work in some way. This story was written as a LOVE story,
and I request that no changes be made to it, for that would spoil what I am
trying to show through it. It is copyright 1991, and may be freely
distributed over any medium, provided that no charges (other than a
reasonable cost for the media) are levied, and provided that it remains in
its complete form - including this Author's Note - and no other changes are
made.
Please feel free to share this story with anyone who has ever known the
love that horses can bring, or who needs to know how much love they can
bring. Once again, warm Horsey-Hugs to everyone...
<Unicorn>
Outside, the floodlights bade the darkness hide, and lit the area
like daylight. Inside, the darkness was blinding.
Outside, the air was frozen, and harsh. Inside, the air was warm,
and moist.
I, thankfully, was inside. The outside world was cruel and harsh
tonight. It LOOKED serene and peaceful, but the cold was bitter, and stung
and bit, even through many layers of warm clothing. The wind, fortunately,
had ceased its howling, and silence had once again taken over. The silence
surrounded me, and comforted me. Within it, I could hear anything that may
chance to be heard; a footstep, a breath, the rustling of straw.
Occasionaly, the silence would be broken by a snort, a whinney, or a low
nickering. As I approached, it was a warm nickering that broke the silence.
He was still awake, how fortunate, as I did not want to wake him
had he been asleep. My eyes were becoming accoustomed to the darkness, and
I could make out his form. As I approached his stall, he leaned his head
out to me and nickered again. He sniffed me all over, nickering softly all
the time. I reached up and began scratching his neck; on the mane, under
his chin, and along his throat. He returned the favor, grooming me as best
he could, chewing lightly on my arm, and along my sides. He had accepted me
now, and it was safe to enter his stall. I glanced around, eyes and ears
straining for any presence of another human. Finding none, I slipped
silently into his stall.
I knew I really shouldn't be here. I had no business here. BUT, I
also knew that the boss was at a Christmas party, and wouldn't be in
tonight. The others had presumed that I had gone home after my shift. No
one knew I was here, and that's exactly the way I wanted it. I had seen
him earlier that day, and had been fantasizing about him all night. There
were many colts here, but he had seemed one of the most even-tempered, AND
he had the BIGGEST balls I had ever seen on a horse! I just prayed that
his cock would be in proportion. Entering the stall, I allowed him to
smell me again. He sniffed everywhere; in my hair, all over my body, and
especially in my genital area. As I once again started rubbing and
scratching him, he became quite still, and just enjoyed what I was doing.
He really enjoyed having his back scratched. Try as they might,
that is ONE place a horse CANNOT scratch satisfactorally by himself. It
was quite obvious that his grooms never did this with him, which made me
think that what was next may not be too pleasant - at first. Talking
to him in a soft, soothing voice, I slid my hands down under his tail, and
began meassaging him there. He definately enjoyed that! I now began to
gently massage the great muscles in his powerful hind legs. THIS is where
I had to start being more careful; it wouldn't do to get kicked now...
So far, so good - he had accepted all that I had done. Now for the big
moment. Preparing myself to move quickly if I had to, I slid my hand up
the inside of his legs, and cupped the enormous equine balls in my hand.
He turned his head to look at me, and again nickered. I breathed
a silent sigh of relief....not ONLY did he accept my fondling him, he was
ENJOYING it! With expert skill, I began to slowly massage his scrotum,
feeling the huge nuts moving freely within. His sheath was still
collapsed, a sign that he was not anywhere NEAR as excited as I wanted him.
Ever so gently, I inserted a finger into his sheath, and reached upwards
until I found the glans of his penis. Rubbing it VERY gently with my
fingertips, I coaxed the prepuce free of the sheath. I had found with
earlier experience that one way NOT to excite a horse is to pull (even
gently) on his penis, it must be coaxed out. The way to do so is to rub
the sheath, and then the prepuce once it is exposed. Doing so is like
rubbing the base of a human penis, pushing blood up into the end and
making the entire thing erect. Doing this to him now, the impressive
length of his cock extended and hardened, until I was holding a good 18
inches of semi-hard horse cock.
"OOooooohhh," I sighed to him. "Such a BIG cock!" As I had feared
though, his neglegent grooms had never cleaned him. "Bastards..." I
thought, "leaving such a beautiful animal in THIS condition." Spitting on
the palms of my hands, I began massaging the glans of his penis. As I had
hoped he would, he nickered at this, and his cock became rock-hard,
slapping up against his belly. As it did so, some clear fluids spurted
forth. I never did find out what they are.... They are NOT cum, nor are
they urine... Whatever they are, they are quite ideal for what I now had
to do. Cupping the fluid, I began rubbing it along his cock, using his own
juices to clean him. All the while, he slightly wiggled his rump, making
small nickering and squeaking noises in his throat. There was NO doubt, he
was DEFINATELY enjoying this! In a few minutes, I had his entire cock
cleaned. My eyes were now completely used to the near-total darkness, and
I could see his cock shining in the pale light, covered with a light layer
of his own juices.
"Well now big guy," I whispered, "are you ready for the best part?"
Softly rubbing the beautiful horse-cock, I put the glans to my lips. I
kissed it gently, then slowly parted my lips, letting the delicious equine
cock slide into my mouth. At this, he nickered softly again, and spread his
hind legs slightly. I pushed a little more of his cock into my mouth, and
began to slowly pump him. His cock jerked suddenly, and he spurted more of
the unknown juices into my mouth. Whatever they were, they were sweet, and
somewhat slippery. My best guess is that they are some form of equine
pre-cum. I stopped pumping for a moment, and to my surprise, HE began
pumping! Ever so slightly, he rocked back and forth, moving his magnificant
cock in and out of my mouth!
This was incredible! I had sucked the cocks of many fine stallions,
but NEVER had one done this! I let him continue his slow humping as I
reached down and let my own cock free of its constricting clothing. I began
to masturbate myself to the rythem of his humping, and reached up with my
other hand to play with his balls. We did this for a few minutes, and every
now and then his cock would jerk and spray more of the sweet horse-juices
into my mouth. I could feel his cock pushing against the back of my mouth,
wanting to go deeper. I had always been rather afraid of the idea of deep
throating a horse - I worried about gagging on such a huge member. But his
cock seemed to slide so easily, and I couldn't stand it any longer! Gently
grasping his cock with both hands, I eased it in a little further, and felt
the glans slip easily past my Adam's Apple. I couldn't believe it! I now
had a good 8 inches of thick horse-cock down my throat. Even more to my
amazement, I found that I was still able to breathe, though just barely. I
deep throated him for about 30 seconds before I had to pull him out.
Standing up now, I stroked his powerful neck while playing with his
cock, telling him how beautiful it was, and how horny he was making me.
I lowered my pants now, allowing him to sniff me, and then turned my ass
towards his head, as I bent over and started sucking his cock again. I felt
his velvety muzzle on my ass and balls as he began sniffing and licking me,
trying to figure out what I was. It was fantastic....the hot horse penis
sliding in and out of my mouth, while the horse's hot mouth explored me!
Straightening up, I turned again, so that my ass was to his cock. Holding
the hard horse-cock in one hand, and steadying myself with the other, I
rubbed the glans of his penis against my ass. It felt so smooth, so soft,
so HARD, I wanted to take him in desperately, but knew it would be
impossible. I was determined however, that I WOULD one day take the cock
of a full-sized stallion up my ass.
Turning around again, I began using both hands to rub our cocks
together. Closing my legs together, I wedged his cock between them, just
below my scrotum. The effect is similar to having a pussy, and the stallion
realized this. His cock hardened again, shooting another blast of hot
liquid all over me. I took his cock in both hands now, and began to
ernestly pump him, rubbing the glans agaisnt my own cock. THIS got a real
reaction out of him. His cock became rock-hard, and he backed up a couple
steps into the wall. He began arching his neck, lolling his tongue around,
and wiggling his hind end like mad. He also started crouching down, making
it more difficult to keep masturbating him, but I WAS determined. His
wiggling soon became obvious humping motions, and there was no doubt that
he was in extascy! The feeling of his rock-hard glans pushing against my
own soon had me cumming full force. As I shot hot human-cum all over his
glans, he fired back with a barrage of shots of hot horse liquids. I don't
THINK that it was cum, for it wasn't white, nor was it thick enough, but
it definately was NOT horse-piss. Whatever it was, my lover was quite
sedated by this outburst. His humping slowed, and his cock softened, then
slowly slid back into his sheath.
My own legs felt quite weak at this point, and I leaned against
the wall for support. My equine lover came up to me, nuzzled me gently,
and lapped at the tip of my cock, cleaning off the post-cum. He nickered
to me, and licked my face with a sloppy horse-kiss. Returning the favor,
I kissed him on the soft velvet of his nose, and held his head in my arms
for a while; stroking his neck, and telling him how wonderful he was. My
watch beeped, interrupting our post-climatic bliss, and I glanced at the
time. I had been here for over an hour, MUCH longer than I intended.
Dressing quickly, I strained to hear the slightest noise, then slipped out
into the row. Closing his stall door behind me, I have him one last kiss
goodbye, and promised to return someday. He nickered to me again, and
placed another sloppy horse-kiss on my face before turning around and
bedding down for the night. As I drove home, my mind replayed the
wonderful experience I had had that night, and already I could feel my
entire body desiring to experience it again. Until then, or at least
until I got home and washed up, I had the heavenly scent of stallion all
over me, and the sweet taste of that delicious horse-cock floating in
my mouth...
- The End -
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