Story - A Man And His Horse [bestiality]

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A Man and his Horse
By unknown

Saturday, September 1, 1990- This afternoon I managed to spend time
with Did again. He was real nice and quiet, doing his lazy saturday
afternoon droopy sleepy thing. I started to brush him and he stood
nice and still. I spent some time doing my usual fondling and he
started to get nice and hard for me. Not rock hard yet, but real long.
I think I know why he gets shitty in the evenings as of the past few
days. I don't think he is getting enough to eat. He gets BITCHY after
he's done eating. But the afternoons it's REAL easy to get all his
attention, cuz he's spending his time in doze mode.

Hell, I managed to get a nice mouthfull of horse cock today! I started
to pump and suck and he got thick, but not hard. I also started a new
ploy to getting him excited. I put my hand on his prepuce when it's
extended, if he gets drawn and shows his glans I reward him with a
chunk of carrot! It seems to work! He started getting drawn more
quickly as this excersise went on. Should be good! All I have to do is
keep it up. (he he)

Sunday, September 2, 1990- Sigh! Sho nuff! The lazy afternoon syndrome
is what gets did quiet enough to be handled wiht ease. Kinda funny. We
got a pump from the river working so that we could spray the paddock
down with water to keep the dust down. I decided to use this
opportunity to start scrubbing did's sheath, prepuce and penis down to
get rid of the excess of smegma. DAMN good fun! And I get called a
"good owner" when I do so! But I am getting ahead of myself.

Did has been used as a farm animal for 10 years. He knows about step
around g, step around hah, come around g, come around hah, back up,
step up and has even learned to trot on command when he gets used as a
cart horse. So today I wanted to see what he knows. We used a single
ear bridle and a split bit.

Then we put together a surcingle of sorts to keep the reins from
flopping around his legs. He did done good! Backed up and g'd and
hah'd with out any problems whatsoever. Then Pam thought it would be a
good idea to get on his back to give him some weght and get used to
doing this with a rider.

Things went well for a while, until.... Shit! What a rodeo! He got too
close to the electric fence. I started to make him come around g to
get away from the fence but he backed up instead. In my momentary
indexcretion ;-) I pulled back on the reins and said "Whoa". Wrong
move batman. He was already backing up when I started puling on the
reins. He kept right on going, listening to the reins instead of my
voice. Shit, right into the electric fence. He panicked, but not
enough to take off at a run. He stopped because I kept saying "whoa"
and left the pressure off the reins. As soon as he stopped, we got pam
off his back and I started right up again. This time I made sure he
was in the center of the paddock before I tried the "come around" and
"step around" commands.

This time he listened! No problems. Good horse!

Well, we got the hose working and started spraying down the paddock.
THen the thought occured to give him a bath. He liked it! I decided to
use the opportunity to clean out his sheath and prepuce. He didn't get
hard and I wasn't about to grab his glans and hang from it to pull
that sucker out. Hell, the penile retractor muscle is sooo strong he
could probably pull his penis in when it's fully erect! So I just
fingered around his sheath and pulled out major chunks of smegma.
"This stuff aint water soluble" says I! So Pam digs up a jar of "Bag
balm!" I LOVE it! That is so fucking funny I almost die laughing! She
goes off to do her chores and I take did to the walk in shed to aply
liberal doses of "Bag balm" to help break up the smegma. Boy did I
ever balm those bags! Took about 8 minutes, but a handfull of grease
and some persistance can get most stallions that are used to having
thier penis handled hard. ANd he DID get hard. Kinda fully drawn. You
know, semi erect, fully th! ick but not rock hard. When I read the
instructions, they said "Throughly massage the bag balm into the skin
of your cow/goat/sheep whatever". he he.... Did got pretty hard while
I did that! I went away and about ten minutes later came back. I had
since wiped off my hands. I began to scratch Did's underline, his
signal to get drawn, (Well, evetually it's to get drawn, for now it's
just to drop) and he did! I grabbed a handful of prepuce and massaged
and sooner than I would have thought he got REAL hard. His glans
flared up and he started to slap his penis against his belly. I put a
hand just behind his glans and it flared up even more and he shot out
a big wad of pre-come fluid. His scrotum was suckedup real tight. He
was REALLY enjoying this! Makes me feel damn good!

It's kind of weird, I have had did for about two weeks now. I am
starting to get used to the idea that yes, I honest to god have a
horse now. A stallion, with great big balls and a nice throbbing penis
to match. But more important than that, I have these strange feelings
running through my mind now. I am starting to feel, well, more stable.
I am begining to look forward to my daily visits with more enthusiasm.
I am starting to get complacent about my employment. (Hell! I used to
wander from job to job every few months or at least every year to year
and a half!) Now I am more interested in staying put in one place so
that I can seriously start thinking about buying my land and barn. I
need a place to keep did that is more private than where I am now.

sigh.....

Well, I left Did alone for about 15 minutes and did other things, like
shovel out horse shit. DAMN! He shits alot! TONS! I dont fucking know
where he gets the raw materials to make all that shit with! 1.5
whellbarrow fulls a day! I don't give him that much hay and grain all
day! (Okay okay, so maybe I do, plus some. But JEEzus. what quantities
of shit! The hay must be pretty compact I guess. I dunno. Maybe he has
a built in "turd fllufer" or something....) Well, when I got done with
that, I went back to his shed, he was nice and quiet and standing
still. I started scratching his underline again, he dropped again (of
course;-), and this time I got the ole tongue working. He actually got
hard and humping! YOWZA! And so fucking soon. But then again, he HAS
been exposed to this kind of treatment in the past. I'll have to give
it some time before it gets to be like it has been.

Oh yes! I picked out his feet again and used the hose to scrub them
out. He lets me pick them up, but he has been starting to put his
weight on me when I have his feet in hand. He did that once and I let
go, then he tried it again and I just stepped out to the side and
pulled his foot WAY up! The silly shit damn near fell over! "That's
right did, fall over! See if I even TRY and help you out! I just might
jump on yer fucking neck and hold you down while I scrub out yer feet
you stooooopid horse!" He didn't try anything dumb like that again,
today at least. ;-)

MOnday, Sept 3, 1990-

Labor day! Spent a good 3 hours with the Did monster today. Nothing
amazing.

Just a few grabs and licks and such not.

Tuesday, Sept 4, 1990- Well, I got there and Did was-a-waiting! RIght
up by the fence. Today was a bit chilly for this time of year. It was
about 75f. According to Pam, did had been running around in his
paddock all day long. He was feeling good. REAL good! I took him into
the walk in shed and started my usual brushing routine.

Hell, he kept looking outside with his ears all pricked up and kept
swaying back and forth. "Oh my gawwwd! He's weaving! That's supposed
to be a bad habbit! Holy shit! What do I do now?" I decided to try
smacking him a few times when he did that, but he just looked so
intensely pissed off, no, that's not right, not pissed. Upset. Like,
"Hey! I didn't do nothing bad! Leave me alone". I decided to just let
it pass. Maybe a bad move, but I don't know yet, I don't know Did well
enough to know wha mood he's in. At any rate, he was doing pretty good
day. I gave him his hay and then his grain. A while later I noticed
that he had his monster 19 erection going full tilt again! st his
belly while he ate his hay.

I pointed him out to pam and told her "hey! Did really likes the hay!"
She looked over and laughed. She told me about some kids that came
over to see the big horse. They walked up to the fence and as soon as
they noticed that he had the monster erection from hell they turned
around and walked away while mumbling something like "sure is a big
horse." Pam said that she interjected "Well, he's big *NOW*." What a
riot. Can't wait till the picnic, I am curious to see what kind of
reactions did gets out of the folks who'll be there.

I feel good every time I go to see did. It's a strange thing. I don't
even ....yeah I do, I'm watching the news as I type this and I just
saw the Avery family portriat. The folks that were sacrificially
murdered by the lundgrens.

It's that lil thing of trust, or at least knowing just about where you
stand with something. I know where I stand with Did. I kow he's a
stallion and I know that if he thinks he can, he'll try to dominate
me. If he thinks *I'm* a stallion, then, if he thinks he can, He'll go
so far as to try and kill me.

But I KNOW that. The Avery's didn't know that. The avery's trusted the
folks they prayed with. (NOT that I am religious). Their reward was to
get murdered, one at a time by some stupid fucking two legged peice of
trash. People just seem to work so fucking hard at being dishonest.
It's truly amazing some of the things that people will do to try and
screw you over. It's just truly amazing.

It's funny how many of my freinds have gotten married and then
divorced in just a few short years. Pam even said that she wouldn't do
it again. I watch my sister and brother in law go some pretty sever
amounts of shit. All because they wanna be married. I wanna be
married, but not to someone human. I don't wanna get taken for
everything I own. Hell, people work too hard at hurting you when they
wanna hurt you. It just aint worth it. Don't get me wrong, I have met
some VERY nice people in my life, Hell. I've loved some very nice
people, very much, and I still do. But I don't want to relegate
decisions and responsibility to others. And the worst of it, I don't
want to share my love of animals with those that can use it against me
and hurt me with it. It's all too strange upstairs. At any rate, I
commited myself to love only animals over 3 years ago. Till then I was
trying to push it all in the background. I was trying to hide from
myself that I might realy only be intersted ! in animals. Didn't work
(thank go d!). Now that I own did, I am real happy that I made the
decision that I did.

And it just keeps getting better.

Mr. K talked with Mr. Mouse today and talked Mouse into distributing
the journal. Pretty funny. "Are you sure?" "Are you sure you're sure?"
"Okay, I'm gonna post it. You wanna change you're mind?" "Okay! It's
out there!" No wait! I didn't mean it! Take it back! he he...

Let's see, what else. Vet will be by on thursday to get a catheter
into Did to see if he can find any bacteria. The farrier will be
stopping by on the 15'th to trim did's excessively long toenails back.
Did should be pretty well behaved as far as the feet thing goes.

Wednesday September 5, 1990- CRIBBING! ARGH!!!! That IDIOT horse! Just
aint no two ifs about it, when it's dnear dinner time, that horse is
intractable. Fact, pure and simple. Kinda funny though. he cribbed
once, and I yelled no. He cribbed again and I yelled no louder. He
cribbed a thrid time and I hauled off and kicked him square in the
gut. PANIC! PANIC PANIC PANIC. He threw his head up and I had my hand
on the lead line. The chain tightened around his chin and he looked at
me like "HOW the FUCK does that funny looking two legged horse keep me
from moving my head like that?" I told him to whoa and the Panic
started to subside (a little, enough to listen to me). So he whoad and
the pressure let up on the lead a bit. Then I pulled on the halter and
told him to step up, he did and the pressure disappeared. I gotta
admit, Did THINKS I am stronger than he is.

For a smart horse he can be exasperatingly stupid. And this cribbing
thing.

Hell, I don't know WHAT to do. I have no idea whatsoever. I gotta do !
some reading on this particular su bject.

I did a bit of the gropy feely stuff, but whenever it's before eating
time, that is just out, plain and simple. That means I have to meet
with him during the early afternoon, or late evening. And late evening
is out until I get my own place. Sigh.... ANd afternoons are only
possible during the weekends, and THIS weekend is a huge picnic at
Marc and Pam's. Sigh..... In the meantime, I just have to figure out
this cribbing stuff. Well, a fe observations are in order. He only
does it when he is tied up. He has full view of teh entire paddock and
its suroudnings when he is tied. So far, I have only noticed this
behavior during the evenings before mealtime when I have him tied
while I brush him. He must be bored while I groom him. (!) Worse come
to worse and I get the biggest fucking cribbing strap I can get and
keep him in it all the time. But I hate to have to resort to such a
thing. I'd rather fix the cause of the problem than simply stop the
symptom.

Thursday September 6,1990 Well, a couple things happened today. First,
I got to see did in the afternoon because I had to meet Dr. S. He
palpated did's testicles and considered them kinda soft. Meaning that
there is not much in the way of sperm being produced. Temperature was
normal, respiration and heartbeat was normal. So, it was time to try
and get a urine sample to culture back at the lab. This meant
DIURETICS! Did would need an intravenous injection. So, I figured I
would just slip the chain of the lead over his gums. Hmmmmmm, an
interesting training note comes from this one simple action.....

When I put the chain over Did's gums, he KNOWS something that requires
force or stern countermeasures is about to take place. He might not
know what, but he knows it is going to happen. He raised holy stinking
hell about that one little injection. I had moved the chain from his
gums to under his chin, but by then, it was too late, he knew
something was up. We finally managed to get the injection into him,
but in the future, I will WAIT till Did gives me a hard time instead
of aniticipationg such a thing and taking measures prior to the hard
time being given. If I take the measures before it's time, He'll know
and give me a hard time, hell. FOr all I know, Did might have just
simply stood there. But instead, *MY* actions caused him to go into
Panicicus-extremus mode.

After the Diuretic was administered, Dr. S went to another nearby farm
to palpate a mare for pregnancy. He gave me a little tube and said
"fill it".

Leaving me to the task of making sure Did's urine went into the tube.
Well, it took about 5 minutes, he dropped, then became drawn but not
erect and "assumed the position". I grabbed his penis and got that
sample and avoidedthe urge to aim the jet of urine at the flowers and
the dog that was staring at me and the chickens nearby and ... well,
you gt the idea.

Dr. S gives his testicles very little chance of ever working again,
but we are simply going to take things one step at a time. I wont geld
him since his testicles do *ONE* thing real well still. Produce
Testosterone! I should know the results of the test in about 1 week.

Everyone left and I was left alone with did. Hell! That diuretic is
amazing.

His kidneys must have been going at about 9000 Rpm! He urinated and
urinated and urinated like mad! I got him alone in his box stall. He
followed me in! ANd stood still while I handled his penis for a while.
He was drawn but not erect due to the fact that he had to urinate
again. I sucked on his penis for a while and tried to get him hard,
but it just wasn't happening. After a bit I stopped and just watched
him. He assumed the position and started to urinate. I grabbed his
penis, hell, HOSE, and started to water things that were nearby. Like
the fence posts, the wall of his walk in shelter and the ground. Mr. K
LOVES a mare's urine! It is just sooo much a major aspect of a mare's
sexuality, the urinating and winking that goes with it, but in a
stallion, it is just a teritorial symbolism. He uses it to mark dung
and Mare's urine and other things. But at that moment, I damn near
wanted to do nothing! more than just take a mouthfull of urine. It
wasn't anywhere near as strong as urine straight from the pipes would
be, it was heavily watered down due to the diuretic's action of
hyperactivating the kidneys. But I didn't want to try that just then.
I saw him again that night, I didn't spend any time with him other
than to feed him.

The paddock was a major mud bath due to the rains that fell today.
Plus, it was too close to feeding time for me to get any time with him
alone. Got another pam's mom story though! Pam's mother stopped by the
farm today.

Apparently did was walking around, well, being an aroused stallion.
ANd let me tell yah, when did gets a hard on, it looks like it's five
hundred feet long. It's only 19 to 20 inches long when fully -belly
slapping erect- (hah! "only" he sez...) but it *LOOKS* huge!
Especially if you're one of those kind of guys who looks down while
standing at the urinal. At any rate, Pam's mom sez to Pam "My! He's
such a *BIG* horse! He's such a...... *VULGAR* horse!" Oh y! eah. I
damn near died laughing whe n Pam told me that! I've been starting to
call him "Did, the vulgar". Kinda sounds like one of those Viking
names. Did the vulgar. Did the terrible. Nah, Did the Vulgar rings so
much truer. ;-) I guess the training lesson of the day is to *NOT*
anticipate bad behavior and take measures to control it before it ever
happens. Instead, wait until the bad behavior happens and THEN do
something about it. Bad behavior in this case means thigs like
Nipping, or Cribbing or Totally-radical-bitchin-panicy-behavior dude.

Hell, it's only the 6'th and I'm already up to 293 lines. Sigh......

Friday September 7,1990- Took the port-a-potty to Marc and Pams for
the party tommorow. Should b interesting. Did's walk in shelter is
under about 5 miles of water. So I can't have any fun and games in
there today. Damnit. And I can't stay until dark either. Damnit.

Saturday September 8,1990- Hells bells and donkey smells. WHAT a
party. Lots of ignorant fools. Doing stupid shit left and right. Pam
absolutely REFUSES to ever host such a thing for Marc's co-workers
again. They wouldn't comport their rugrats at all. I had to threaten
one child in order to keep him away from my horse. "You try and feed
my horse a handfull of sugar cubes again and I'll reach down your
fucking throat and pull your stomach out of your mouth. You understand
me?" He kinda looked up and got this ashen look to his face and
slinked away. Now, I don't mind people doing stupid things. I expect
it of people. But I get damn near physically violent when I have to
repeat myself 5 fucking times to the same goddamn moron in a space of
10 minutes. It's like they don't beleive that I don't want sugar fed
to my horse. Sigh. Idiots....

GOOD NEWS! Did was accosted by about 7 children with handfulls of
grass. He was so intensely nice to them that I just could not beleive
it. He just went from hand to hand and face to face. He ate the grass
out of the hands and snuffled about 5 of the faces that were presented
to him. He let the kids handle his muzzle wihtout a single complaint
or twitching of his ear. The were straight up all the time. Not once
did they flop over or tilt back. DAMN nice horse.

One lady even comented to me "My! He's so gentle and laid back, for a
stud." Well gee gawrsh, golly. Uh, Yeah. Of course, there were those
who kept saying "My! She's such a nice animal!" Yeah right. Those two
round things down their are tits and that big long thing that sticks
out of her stomach is a feeding tube to colts and fillies that don't
feel like standing up. Guess they're lucky to have children. I wonder
how they managed it. I suppose that I really shouldn't be so harsh
though. SOme people honestly do not kno! w how to sex the animal. They
have absolutely no concept of how to tell the genders apart. Oh well,
their loss.

He kept getting fully erect during the party. In one case, some guys
walked by and pointed and started to giggle. I mean, actually giggle.
One looks a me and looks at the horse and says "can you imagine having
a pecker that big?" "Oh sure I can" sez I without so much as cracking
a smile "every time it gets hard I just have to pass out from blood
loss." Try and say *THAT* with a straight face to a total stranger!
;-) I was also hit up upon by a nice enough girl. Drunk as hell she
was too! But I felt REALLY uncomfortable. It's hard to pin down the
uncomfortable feeling I was having. It was kind of like I was afraid
of getting involved with someone.

Like I didn't want to have to try and think up ways of telling her I
wasn't interested in seeing her. And when she mentioned that she was
married, hell, it was amazing. ALl of a sudden I wasn't at all nervous
to talk with her.

Suddenly there was no more risk. No fear of hurting or getting hurt or
having to try and think up ways of seeing Did without including her so
that I can get under his belly. SIgh.... It's weird, it really is. Not
that I am uncomfortable with the person that I am, or with my
sexuality, it just honest to god is really strange to me that I choose
and like animals over people when there is just sooooo much stimuli in
my life that should have pushed me in the direction of people. I
really should jot down some of my childhoo! d experiences some day.
Maybe when I have some spare time. (Seeing as it's 1:30 am right
now....)

Sunday, September 9,1990- Well well well well well well well well well
well well well. I got to see Did for a few hours during the afternoon.
Then I had to take the portapotty back to the contrsuction site. Then
I went out and bought em a brand spanking new VCR! Now I can make some
dupes of some rather special tapes that I have. (The NATURE specials
that I always tape. I have been wanting to do some selective ...
ahem... editing of them. put together a nice little anthology! THis
should be fun!

Monday, September 10, 1990- I got in to see Did tonight. It was dark,
he had been fed at 6. I saw him at 8:30. Pam and I talked for about 5
minutes and then she went in for dinner.

That left me alone with DID! YEAH! I walked into his pasture and
slipped a lead on him. The walk in is still under water. DAMNIT! SO I
walked to the most shadowed part of the padock and tethered him to the
fence. He was standing reall quietly. I started to rub his underline
and he started to drop. I mean like RIGHT NOW! Good horsie! I rubbed
his shoulders and neck and face and chest. he remained dropped, but
not drawn. I rubbed his underline again and he stepped away. Okay. I
can deal with rejection. But then he stepped back towards me again and
I started to rub his underline again. He stayed put and dropped again.
I squated down and looked up at his crotch in the shadows. He was just
about ready to become drawn. Did was standing with his ears forward
and his neck dropped a bit. So I put my fingers around his shaf! t. he
still stood there. He didn' t move around at all! SO I put my lips
over the end of his prepuce and then I started to suck. He started to
draw! Oh my my my my!My lips were wrapped around the very end of the
prepuce and as he started to draw, the prepuce snapped back (inside of
my mouth) and his glans burst forth upon my tongue. I suddenly had a
very huge amount of penis in my mouth. I made swallowing motions iwht
my mouth and tongue. Did got even more drawn. Not hard, but VERY VERY
full and thick! I grabbed a doble handfull of shft and began to move
my hands over his penis while continuing with the sucking and
swallowing motions.

I pushed my head forward, against his penis and he started to get
hard. THen I thought I heard some noises and got up to investigate.
When I got back to did, he didn't. DAMNIT! I messed with him a bit
more, but he started to refuse my advances by side stepping and
throwing his head at me like he wanted to bite me. SO I decided that
that was enough for this evening. I led him! to the gate and then let
him go.

I left for the evening. But one day, that stud is gonna come in my
mouth. I can just feel it. Every time I get together with him, he gets
just that little bit more excited to be naked with me. Like tonight,
he got drawn real quickly with little effort on my part. If I had not
been interrupted by noises I am sure that Did would have gotten very
hard and even humpy with me. Mabye tommorrow night. I'll be talking
with Pam and Marc to see if it's okay if I show up later than I have
been on the weekdays. I'll use work and programing at home as an
excuse.

Tuesday, September 11, 1990- Sigh..... What a day, what a day. The vet
came by and took a blood sample to aid him in determining where the
excess actinobactors came from. Oh yeah, I don't think I mentioned
this yet. We have discovered that there is an excess of bacteria
called actinobactors. It is one of several strains of actinobactors,
we don't konw which one. One of the strains has been known to cause
epidydimitis in swine. Such a thing in Did would most certainly cause
sterility. So we MIGHT have a reason for his having gone sterile. Now,
actinobactor can be considered fauna, like e.coli in the human gut.
But in huge quantities it is considered pathogenic, which is the case
with Did.

Soooooooo, $500 in sulfa based antibiotics should clear him up. SHIT!
3 weeks, twice a day, 3/4 of a tube of paste based sulfa's. Man oh man
oh man. LOTS of money is about to get tied up in this horse, but, if
some kind of miracle should occur and if he should again become fecund
(thank you for that k00l word Mr. ! K!) At any rate, the blood sample
will help Dr. S decide whther or not the bacteria is in the kidneys.

If not, then it means that they may have concentrated in the
reproductive tract. If *THAT'S* the case, then this will be the first
step in clearing him up. So it might just be possible to get his
peckersnot capable of doing what nature intended it to do in the first
place. Get mare's pregnant. ANd if *THAT* happens, then I am going to
have one major, big time, fornicating stallion this spring! Let's see
what happens!

Now then, I spent a good deal of time cleaning did's penis today! Boy!
WHAT fun! (I use enough exclamation points to be a writer for one of
those nasty "my mother got raped by alieans" tabloids.) Pam held did
and talked to him while I reached up with a palm full of vaseline and
liberally applied it to the tip of his prepuce which was poking out of
his sheath. Within 2 minutes I had 19 inches of throbbing, rock hard
horse cock in my hand. ANd I was being told what a good horse owner I
am while doing it! GOD! I LOVE IT! ANyways, it took a good 10 minutes
to get out MAJOR quantities of smegma out of his sheath. Did was fully
erect during the whole process. I finally told pam that I would simply
put a huge handfull of vaseline on his prepuce and penis and come back
tomorrow to get out what the vaseline had loosened up.

After that was done, I took Did out for a "walk". I led him out to the
hay field and let him munch away. After we crested a small hill, I
tethered him to a fence post and tried to do some groping. He
sidestepped my efforts, so I tried again. This time he decided to try
and cow-kick me! I nailed that guy on his underline right up by his
chest. Hard. He didn't look to pleased with that. I then started to
walk him up by the side of the hay field. Every 20 feet or so I would
stop him with a "whoa". Then I would walk towards his rear-end and rub
my hands down over his anus and between his buttocks over his stiffle
and then under his belly and onto his balls and sheath. If he didn't
side step I'd let him munch hay, if he did I just started walking him
again.

Didn't take him long at all to figure out what I was doing. He started
to stand real nice and still when I touched him. Makes it easy to
handle him by myself too. Especially if I try and remain consistent
with my rewa! rd system.

So, what did he learn? I hope that he learned that he is not allowed
to kick at me when I touch his privates.

What did I learn? I learned that if there is food involved, I should
respect his desire to not be touched. No mater how bad I wanna suck
him off.

Made a video tape with some of my favorite Music and some of my
favorite "nature scenes" videos that I have. It came out .... okay.
Not great, but sure as hell no where near as bad as many that I have
seen. A little Enya and Egberto Gismonti never hurt anyone. Especially
while there are elephant seals, Californicatia Sea Lions and Elephants
fornicating their little nubins off.

Wednesday, September 12, 1990- Didn't get to spend a whole lot of time
with DId today. But I *DID* get to continue my "clean did out"
cleaning. Pam had to hold him again while I reached into his sheath
and pulled and wiped out a major quanitity of smegma again. The
vaseline treatment seems to do a pretty good job of breaking that
stuff up. I left another handfull of vaseleeny on his weenie and told
pam that I would stop by on friday. WHich means that I wont have an
entry for Thursday. I have too much other stuff to do that has been
suffereing due to my attentions that I have been giving my horse. I
have a program to write and I have to get to bed EARLY for once! SHit,
nost of these entries are typed in at 1 in the morning and I have to
be in the shop by 8 every morning. I don't get enough sleep and work
has been suffering because of it.

THursday, September 13, 1990- Didn't see did today, but I did get to
talk to Mr. K again. I spent a while on the phone with him. Our talks
run the gamut of topics, but of course, we always center on horses and
horse lovers at some point. It's a weird feeling I get when I talk
with him. It's kinda hard to put a finger on it, but I think it's a
feeling of belonging that I get. That is a pretty nice feeling.

It's also a bit of a feeling of constant amazement that there would
indeed be another person like myself that is into horses. (or vice
versa ;-) I am pretty sure that the amazement has left me, but I still
think of all the happenstance situations in my life that caused our
life journeys to cross. *IF* I had not "found" that account at State U
and *IF* I had not been unemployed at the time and *IF* I had not been
"grep horse *" in /user/spool/news/alt/sex, then I would never have
noticed his article rebuffing someone's note about a girl having to
have her stomach pumped. THis, of course, caused m! e to write in
response to such a k nowledgable response in regards to quantities of
horse semen that a stud can produce in one ejaculation. If none of
that had transpired, I would *STILL* be traveling my present path, but
I would not know, for fact, that there are others like myself who are
into animals. I am really glad that we found each other. It makes me
feel tons better about myself.

Of course, there are plenty of folks out there who look at this and
will say "Man! You're sick. How can you not like a woman over a
horse?" Well, that's a pretty good question actually. After all, all
of society pushes me in the direction of loving women. And of course,
my family pushes very hard for me to do so. So, in the past, I have
loved women and made love to women. Most were not a good match, but
one was. A very good match, but in the end, it didn't work out. I
*KNEW* that I would continue to be attracted to animals and I *KNEW*
that I would get my stallion some day and I *KNEW* that I would make
love to that horse and I *KNEW* that she would sue me for divorce over
such an episode if she caught me and take away everything that I have
worked so hard for. It's paranoia on my part, but it is a self serving
paranoia that I do not wish to get rid of. But the question remains,
why do I love stallions so much? Hmmmmm. I feel an essay coming on.

WHY I LOVE STALLIONS
by Me!

Stallions are powerfull animals, big, beautiful and inteligent in
their own special ways. They smell...... so strong. They act...... so
self assured.

And they are formidable lovers. What could possibly induce a human to
become sexually attracted to a stallion? There are many varied
reasons. Lots of little points and a whole lifetime of psychological
pushes that put me in the state that I am in today. The three big
reasons are as follows.

1) I have a very strong case of Penis envy. This is a bit strange
since I am a man with the age old average penis size of 6 inches fully
erect. NOt a single woman I have ever gone to bed with has complained
that my penis was too small.

Not one. Yet, I want so badly to have a huge penis, like the one that
Did has.

Mind you, I'd probably pass out due to blood presuure drop if I had an
erection with such a huge penis, but that's okay. I'd still want one.
And I look at stallions and note that they have vascular penises. A
penis that flops out and slowly becomes engorged with blood. ie, their
penis is very much like a humans penis in regards to how it takes a
while to become erect. When they start to get excited, you KNOW that
they are getting excited. You can watch the progress of their state of
excitement and you can quanitatively measure that state of excitement
by how long and hard their penis becomes. And the best part is that
the stallion enjoys it when a human helps them! acheive that state of
excitement.

2)I like knowing that the creature that is so huge and powerful can be
excited and sexually satisfied by a creature such as myself. It is the
single greatest pleasure that I derive from Did. Knowing that I can
make him feel good. This is the same pleasure I got from making lvoe
to women, the fact that I would just go on for hours until I was sure
that my partner had acheived an orgasm. (If getting your pelvis
crushed by her legs counts, then I guess I would give her several
orgasms a night, but I was never sure, so I kept going until I could
go no longer.) 3) The stallion is a simple lover and an intensely
erotic one with his single mindedness with which he mates with the
mares. The stallion is also a selfish lover. He takes the mare while
she is in a state of desperate need. A state in which she will not
refuse his advances. The stallion takes advantage of this state and
mounts the mare and fornicates so vigorously that he sometimes damages
the mare. For some reason, I find this ... intensity.... very very
very erotic. The way that the stallion thrusts with the totally single
minded goal of acheiving orgasm and to hell with anyone else strikes
me as the epitomy strength. I like strong things.

It's kind of hard to define love and lust in such a way that everyone
likes the definition and in such a way that the definition aplies to
everyone. But for me, love and lust are tightly wound together when I
see a stallion trotting through a field. A stallion *IS* lust. A
stallion *IS* love. There is just no other way to put it. They are one
and the same.

Friday, September 14, 1990- Well, got out of work eraly today. We
finished up tearing down a small outbuilding and moving about 15
billion left over cinder blocks. That was kinda interesting. At any
rate, the VERY first place that I headed out to was (of course) to see
did. I got there at around 2:30. He was in wander around the paddock
mode. I looked into the box stall and noticed that it still had ten
inches of the nastiest smelliest gloppiest mud that I have ever been
allowed to play in. I got a whellbarrow and a shovel and I shoveled
the fuking thing out. I'm TIRED of waiting for nature to dry the damn
thing up.

And it's good I didn't wait either. The base is clay with 7 years of
mud and horse shit on top of it. SO I shoveled it out and brought in
new dirt to fill it back up. I tamped it all down and 30 minutes after
I started, I had a walk in shed for bestial fornication! Of course, I
led did in there and we had a little "talk". He's a fine and beautiful
creature.

I grabbed the vaseline and the kleenex. To "clean him up some more" of
course;-) And so I started on a little fondling. About an hour later I
realized that I wasn't going to get very far and told Pam that he
simply wasn't cooperating for the venture. A side note. When I have
him tied up with his head out the window where he can see what is
going on, he cribs. He did this several times. I said stop it each
time and then he did it in rapid succesion. I kicked him in the gut
and yelled "NO". He stopped. After a while he did it once again. I
kicked him in the gut and yelled "no". He stopped. A longer interval
later he cribbed again. I kicked him in the gut and yelled "no".
During this whole time, I was brushing him with my brush waiting for
him to drop. (Of course, there was the occasional reach under his
belly to help things along a bit.;-) He didn't wanna cooperate. NO
problem. I left him tied up to the corner facing away from the window
so that he could not see what was g! oing on and I went and got him a
b ale of hay. I put it in the shed right under his nose and he went at
it. Not 2 minutes later, he dropped.

I took a handfull of vaseline and rubbed my palms together to warm it
up. I then grabbed his penis and began to rub the length of his penis
with vaseline.

At first he didn't like the feeling of it, it's a bit cool to start,
and then he decided that it felt allright. I got underneath him and
put my mouth over his glans and started to stroke his penis from the
head to the base in long firm strokes. He was not erect yett, so his
entire shaft kinda moved around like a big snake. But he soon got
firmer and harder and longer and before I knew it he was fully erect
with my mouth working on his glans the whole time.

I used firm, even strokes over the entire length of his shaft. He
stayed erect while I did this, but as soon as I stopped he began to
loose his erection. THe entire time that I was doing this, he was busy
eating his hay.

Then a thunderstorm rolled in and I decided to untie him since he
started to get the "wild eyed" look in his face that indicated a bit
of apprehe! nsion about storms.

I had a wonderfull time with did doing something a bit new. I have put
myself right in front of him on several occasions and wrapped my arms
around his neck. Today, I put myself agains his chest and he put his
head over my left shoulder. He kind of sighed and put a lot of weight
on me. I reached up and grabbed his neck and began to stroke his crest
and mane. I rubbed his cheeks and nose and his throat and neck. He
sighed. It was reall nice feeling. I grabbed his crest with both hands
and pressed my hips into chest, feeling his muscles under the surface
of his skin. He feels so strong and powerful. I like to imagine that I
am a mare about to be taken by his hugeness. I look up into his eyes
while imagining this and I start to rub against his chest with my
pelvis. It takes less then 2 minutes for me to come while doing this!
DAMN! All the times I have spent with Heidi, I NEVER came that fast.
Not once. It always took an hour or more, and the strangest thing
about it was, th! at to make it last longer, I simpl y thought about
fucking women. But when I finally wanted to come, i imagined that I
was a stallion and this was my mare and within 10 strokes, I'd acheive
orgasm.

Tommorrow is the farrier. THis should be interesting.

Saturday, September 15, 1990- Did stood so weel for Mr. Farrier the
farrier that it was just amazing. Even Mr. Farrier was commenting on
how well he stood for the trimming. Now Did's feet look just fine! A
few more trims and his feet should be looking real well. As it is,
they look much much better than they did just a few short hours ago. I
also stopped by the veterinarian's today. I *FINALLY* finished the
friggin sort routine for him. I am so embarrased that it took so long.
Oh well, maybe next time I'll draw it up like I always have in the
past and it'll go much better than. That way I don't loose so much
time with our battering.

I picked up 32 tubes of Tribessin for the "Acetinectobaceter" which
is, as Dr.

S claims, the proper spelling of the bug in Did's bladder.

The blod test for his kidney function came back. Everything is working
just fine! This means that if the bacteria is cleared up, he might,
maybe, just maybe start producing sperm again. Now *THAT* would be a
bonus of owning this wonderful animal. It's a bit strange, but I have
noticed that hardly anyone wons stallions around where Did is being
kept. I think, if I manage to get a place, that I might just go into
business breeding mares. I'd own nothing but stallions (and of course,
at least *ONE* mare ;-) and just get involved in provided mare owners
with the service of "instant sperm!". Should turn a few heads in the
community I'm Sure.

And today, a mircale of man and nature occured. My appartment got hit
by a white tornado. Pam (for a proper fee of course) stopped by my
appartment and helped me clean the downstairs portion of the
appartment. It is amazing. It took about 10 hours to do, but it is
imaculate now. It is so nice that I'm thinking of not living there
anymore so that it doesn't get messed up. "Well sir, is your apartemnt
still clean?" "Don't know Pam, I haven't been there in 3 months."

Well, when it was all done and over with I knew a whole lot more about
Pam and Pam knows a whole lot more about me. It's funny, but if she
were to do it over again, she would not get married, and if I were to
start to get married, she's to shoot me so that I don't make that
mistake. It's funny. (In it's own way I guess.) But when I got pam
back home that evening, I tried my fun with Did, he side stepped three
times, so I decided to leave him alone. More later.

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