Horsing Around

Bruce was raised on a farm in West Virginia, USA. He didn’t show much interest in milking the cows or feeding the pigs. He only wanted to spend time with the poney that his father bought for his thirteenth birthday. It was a Morgan horse known for its intelligence and kind temperament. The animal’s eyes were so bright and vivid that he was called Sparkle. Bruce would spend hours caressing his poney, riding him, petting him on the ass, and sniffing his dark brown leather robe. That would often excite him so much that he would masturbate in front of his poney. Sparkle loved to lick the cum.

Bruce’s mother had noticed how her son and Sparkle got along so well, and spent so much time together. At Christmas, she offered him a cowboy hat and a pair of western boots. Wow, did he look handsome! The hat and boots were enhanced by tight blue jeans, a leather belt with a large brass buckle, and a red, white and blue plaid shirt.

Sparkle approved the new look by licking his young master’s face. Bruce hugged him warmly and started to get a hard-on. As he was pulling down the jeans zipper to let his 9-inch-thick cut dick pop out, he could sense that Sparkle wanted to join in the fun. (Note: West Virginia is one of four states that do not prohibit sexual acts between humans and animals.)

The brown poney naturally licked the boy’s cock, making it get stiff and throbbing, then started to suck the rod. In less than two minutes, a load of cum was filling the horse’s mouth. “You are fucking hot, Sparkle! You sucked me dry and it felt so hot. Wanna lick my ass too?” Bruce pulled down his jeans and underwear, offered his butt hole to Sparkle, and got rimmed for the first time.

Bruce’s mother kept saying that her son preferred horsing around instead of dating girls. The expression “to horse around” can mean a number of things: joking, clowning, nonsense, silliness, monkeying, rowdiness… Now 16 years-old, Bruce was not interested in dating girls. He had an eye on the neighbor’s son. Harry was a cute blond guy who definitely had a cowboy fetish. They were in the same class at Ridgemont High, and always ate their lunch together in the cafeteria.

Harry encouraged Bruce to put on his cowboy attire, and he shined the boots of his best friend before he got ready to ride Sparkle. Harry loved to take pictures of the sexy cowboy mounting the young Morgan horse, especially close-ups of Bruce’s firm ass settling on the saddle. When the ride was over, Harry would always caressed Sparkle while Bruce was still on the saddle. This allowed him to slap his friend’s butt as a sign of appreciation. Bruce would reply by a large smile indicating how much he appreciated that “friendly touch”.

When Sparkle was brought back to the stable, Bruce and Harry would usually “horse around”, touching each other to get hard, and jerking off in the hay stack. They obviously experienced 69 under the watchful eye of Sparkle. Bruce shared his experience and his horse’s oral skills. Both boys got sucked and rimmed by Sparkle who didn’t seem to have enough of cum and ass taste to satisfy his growing libido. Sparkle loved to see the boys embrace and kiss. Bruce adored kissing Harry on the lips and on the ass back and forth. “So fuckin tasty!”

For Bruce’s eighteenth birthday, Harry offered him chaps and suggested that he dress up as a cowboy for the next high school dance. Bruce’s mother said she would find a red handkerchief to put around her son’s neck. As soon as Bruce arrived at Ridgemont High for the social event, he was cheered by both guys and girls, many of the latter hoping that the cowboy would invite them for a swing on the floor.

Bruce had gone to the dance only to please Harry. OK, he also wanted to show off his cowboy outfit. The young man was not interested in dancing or even socializing with girls. He wore the red handkerchief around his neck, but also a navy blue one in the left back pocket of his jeans. Bruce was sure that Harry would notice it and understand the meaning of this dress code.

Navy blue on the left means you are a fucker; navy blue on the right means you prefer to be fucked. Harry was already imagining what the evening would end up like. While caressing his bulging crotch, he leaned towards Bruce to whisper: “If you had worn the red handkerchief in your left pocket, I would have discovered fist fucking.” Bruce smiled and indicated that he was, in fact, versatile. “Except when I’m wearing chaps, then I fuck harder and deeper!”

The dance evening being too dull, Bruce and Harry ended up in the stable. When they got undressed to fool around, to horse around, Bruce warned Harry that he was keeping his boots and chaps on. This was the signal for rough and tough fucking. Harry was about to find out how his ass could be ploughed and rammed by both a demon and an angel, wildly and sweetly. Once the pounding was over, they nestled on the horse blanket in the hay stack and French-kissed passionately.

Bruce loved the smell of a horse. The animal odor hypnotized him, intoxicated him. He felt animated by an intense pleasure that stoked his guts and made his cock hard and throbbing. He adored sniffing the horse’s neck and rump. Sparkle’s rear end bewitched Bruce. He couldn’t resist burying his face in the animal’s ass. This made his cock even stiffer and double in length.

Bruce was not without noticing that his horny presence was exciting Sparkle. As the horse’s cock hardened, Bruce gulped even more greedily. He lost no time in positioning himself to suck the animal’s bazooka. Feeling a mammoth rod tickling his throat drove him crazy.

One day, Harry arrived just has Bruce was sucking Sparkle’s cock. He instantly imagined how it would be awesome to be fucked by his friend’s best friend. “You know how much I enjoy your cock in my ass, imagine Sparkle’s engine pounding my peachy butt!” Bruce was ready to lubricate Harry’s hole, first by rimming it, then by fucking it and leaving his jizz inside the begging arse. Tongue-twisting his way around and into the rosebud was one of Bruce’s favorite appetizers. Shoving a cock in and out of a guy’s ass was always a delicious entrée.

In no time, Harry was ready, but didn’t expect… a threesome. Even after squirting a bunch of cum, Bruce got excited when he saw Sparkle fucking his friend. The beast’s ass was at the right height for him to have fun too. Bruce’s libido was in tune and produced the energy for a new kind of fuck. While Sparkle was pounding Harry, Bruce was penetrating the horse’s ass! The stable had never witnessed so much raw pleasure.

P.S.: The author joined in by jerking off.