"Well, whaddya think of that?" Enquired Bob. "Ain't that something?"
"That was truly awesome," I said sincerely, excited beyond measure.
"But ain't.er, I mean..isn't it illegal? I asked faintly.
"Not if they don't catch you at it, it ain't." He said in a droll voice. His cheerful acceptance of what we had just seen phased me and I could only stammer. "So! Er, what are you going to do about Peter?"
"Nothin'." He lifted his softened penis carefully and mopped a blob of cum from the underside. "I reckon they both enjoyed it, and she sure as hell won't have no foal by him!" He laughed heartily, relieved to see that he hadn't over-stepped the mark by showing me the tape. But my mind still buzzed with questions and I said, half to myself. "I wonder what it feels like?"
"It feels pretty good, boy...pretty good. That's the hottest piece of pussy that you'll ever taste in your lifetime."
"You mean...you've done it too?" I asked weakly. This was getting surreal.
"When I was young and horny like you." His look told me he wasn't joking. He leaned over and touched my arm and looked earnestly into my eyes before saying quietly. "But, hear me boy. Don't you go trying it out on your own. Not without me being there. Guys have gotten themselves killed that way."
My mouth went dry and I could scarcely whisper. "You mean ..you mean you'd let me try it?" I gasped. He couldn't mistake the anticipation and eagerness in my voice.
"Happen I might, If you're still of a mind to and we can find a mare that's willing to stand for you. It seems that young Pete can spot 'em when they're ripe and ready."
He picked up his discarded jeans and I knew that our evening was coming to a end, but Bob hadn't quite finished yet. He drew his belt tight round his ample waist and sat down again beside me. "Some time back, I was reading up on the life of the plains Indians - It's a kinda hobby of mine, finding out how folk lived here before we arrived. Well, it seems that the young men of certain tribes, (mostly the unmarried bucks, but I reckon some of the older ones couldn't kick the habit, neither) They used to service their mares when they were out on long hunting trips or on the warpath. They didn't see anything wrong in it. They saw it more as a spiritual thing, a bonding, if you like - of their spirit with the spirit of the horse. By planting their seed in a favorite mare, they believed that they could plant in her some of their bravery and honor as well. That way they figured she would breed real war ponies for them, as fit and strong and brave as themselves." He stood up and turned towards me.
"Perhaps Peter sees it that way -who knows?" Then with a roguish grin, he added. "Or mebbe he's just a horny bastard!"
His laughter rang down the corridor as he turned out the lights behind us.
There was not a sound inside the house as I made my way stealthily down the back stairs towards the office. Outside I could hear the distant blaring of a cow as she called for her calf and I thought that it must be the loneliest sound on earth. The brass key slid smoothly in the lock and I was in. I went over to the window and drew the drapes carefully. There was always a faint chance that Peter might make a late night check of the buildings - I had seen the lights were still on in the bunkhouse as I returned from town. I switched on the security cameras and one by one, the little monitors lit up with a blue-gray glow. They gave out just enough light to see by, so I settled down and started on the sandwiches that the ever-thoughtful Carrie had left out, together with a flask of hot coffee for my return from town.
*
Needless to say, nothing happened that night, nor the next and I was beginning to call myself all kinds of a fool for thinking my plan had any chance of success. The only bit of excitement I had was when one camera caught sight of a small herd of deer making their way across the empty yard. This third night was definitely going to be my last, I decided. I had become irritable and scratchy through lack of sleep and frustration and only that morning Carrie had laid her hand on my forehead, inquiring. "You not well?" You're right, I thought.
A sudden movement on one of the screens caught my eye. The light of a small torch wavered its way steadily along the wall of the barn, leaving whitish streaks on the screen as it moved. I tried to zoom in with the camera, wishing that I had watched more closely when Bob had shown off his new toys, but by the time I had got it sorted out, it was too late. I saw a small square of light as the stealthy figure opened a little gate in one of the huge barn doors and passed through. I turned my attention to the little screen covering the inside of the barn, just in time to see Peter Long Wolf pick up a bale of straw and carry it along the line of boxes. I nearly hugged myself with excitement and glee. This is it fella! Christmas was coming early for me.
Timing and stealth were crucial now. I went down the familiar little corridor and past the bathroom to the door that led out to the yard. Trembling with anticipation, I cursed as my fingers fumbled to find the right key. "Oh God, what if there isn't one on this ring." But I needn't have worried -the third one I tried slid sweetly into the lock and one quick turn let me out into the cool night air.
My sneakers made no sound as I crossed the yard into the dense shadow of the barn. I didn't use the same door as Peter, but slipped round the side to a wooden stairway that led up to the hay loft. The steps creaked loudly and I froze, my heart thumping loudly. No more scares please! I pleaded.
I unlatched the door at the top of the stairs and made my way along a wooden catwalk until I was almost over Peter. The noise of the horses in their stalls drowned my stealthy approach and I could see from his casual manner that he had heard nothing and was still intent on his own pleasure. Looking down, his bronzed body looked even more magnificent: His naked torso tapered sharply to a narrow waist and the smooth swell of his buttocks gleamed in the dim lights of the barn. I nearly gasped in awe, but I lay still, trying to control my panting breath and waited for the crucial moment...my special moment! My cock was screaming for attention, but I was determined to ignore it. I needed it to be at full strength for later on. If I got my way, I would give it the treat of its lifetime. I checked the pocket of my jeans and felt for a cold round shape. I had prepared everything down to the last detail and had even lifted one of Bob's bottle of poppers from the small store he kept in the office ice-box. I was going to need all the help it could give me if I had any hope of lasting beyond first base.
Below me, things were following the same pattern as before. The big haunches of Peter's chosen mare for the night were directly underneath me and I had already recognized them as belonging to Candy, the horse I rode. From my scanty knowledge, I counted this as a definite plus -she would know me and, hopefully, she would stand quietly for me. I watched as she stood placidly looking out over the box while Peter stroked and teased her belly. Things are moving on nicely, I thought, but I was determined to wait a little longer.
This was pay-back time for Peter: I'd teach him a lesson for treating my advances so coolly. I waited until he started to bring himself up to his full, erect self, watching hungrily as he drew his hands slowly and lovingly along his dark brown shaft. Judging my moment to a nicety, I called softly. "Hi Peter!"
He started and gasped in horror while his back went rigid as if he had been shot. His long ponytail thrashed about his shoulders as he turned his head round, looking for the source of that mocking voice. "Look behind you!" I said in a childish sing-song and he turned to see me standing above him, one hand leaning against a beam while the other was caressing my cock through the gaping fly of my jeans. He gulped and said in a hoarse tone.
"Jee-zusss Mark, Don't you ever, never ever, do that to me again!"
"I won't," I said agreeably and slid nimbly down the wooden beam to land on the straw by his side. Already I could feel the heat from his naked body through my thin shirt.
"Don't let me stop you." I added innocently.
"How..er.How long have you been there?" He stammered, totally thrown.
"Long enough." Then I paused dramatically. "But on the other hand: not long enough: -If you catch my drift."
He was recovering his composure and tried to bluff it out, although he had literally been caught with his pants down. I would have loved to have heard that excuse -it would need to be pretty convincing, but I was far too impatient to press home my advantage. The shock of my sudden appearance had made his cock shrivel and withdraw so that it hung like a brown fruit over his balls. I bet they're really aching now. I thought smugly as I reached forward and lifted his cock, letting it fall back on his balls with a slight bounce.
"I haven't done that much good, have I?" I breathed and dropped down on my knees to take it into my mouth. It took a long time for it to respond -I must have really phased him. I thought as I sucked greedily. Then I felt Peter's body begin to relax as he realised that his secret might still be safe. I looked up into his puzzled brown eyes.
"Relax buddy. It's OK. Really it is." I breathed, my voice husky with lust.
"I'm here for the same thing as you are; I want a piece of the action too."
For a moment I thought he would refuse, then his face cleared and he said softly.
"You sure about this? Don't you want to talk about it first?" I shook my head.
"Nope. I've been watching you and it has really turned me on." I didn't want to beat about the bush any longer so I said bluntly. "You're going to fuck Candy, aren't you?"
He nodded slowly.
"Me too." I said with more confidence than I felt, then I suggested. "You go first and show me what to do."
He studied my face with those deep brown eyes for a long time, then amazingly a broad grin transformed his features and an excited tone came into his voice as he said briskly.
"OK kid. Let's do it!"
I watched spellbound as he stepped up on the straw bale behind the waiting mare and began to gently touch her with his long brown fingers. Candy turned her head and looked at me with her gentle, blue-black eyes as I ripped open the buttons of my shirt and undid the fastener of my jeans. Peter looked over at me, his cock in his hand, smiling as if to say "Wait you turn, I won't be long." I caught a quick glimpse of the long pink lips of Candy's vulva part before Peter inserted his exposed cockhead into the void.
For a long time, he played with her, varying the depth and speed of his strokes and thoroughly enjoying himself. His head was thrown back and his eyes tight closed as waves after wave of pleasure made him shudder. He glanced over at me and smiled before he started to thrust savagely into the mare. On the video I had watched with Bob, I hadn't noticed that Peter had been particularly vocal, but having a spectator must have had an effect on him, because he began to grunt and mutter as he thrust faster and harder.
"Yeah..Yeah..Oh.Jeeezzzzusss!" A long moaning cry announced his climax and he fell forward onto Candy's rump, just as I'd seen him do on the video days before. Eventually he pushed himself up and looked over at me with a smile.
"That's how it's done, kid." He panted, adding with a grin. "You want to try it now? -I've warmed it up nicely for you!"
As I entered my first ever mare, my first impression was one of intense warmth and the feel of a strong grasp on my quivering cock. It wasn't at all like I imagined and the thought that the slipperiness I was feeling was probably due to Peter's cumming only a few minutes before was a real turn on. I felt a tingling sensation begin to spread over my cock, as if someone had sprinkled pepper on it. "Don't worry, whispered Peter. "It's just her 'love-juice' She likes you already!"
He was standing right behind me, his hands pressing against my buttocks, encouraging me to push and withdraw, push and withdraw. The effect was so intense that I span the lid off my bottle of poppers and took several hefty snorts to slow me down. Whether it was that or just my excitement, but my senses reeled as I felt my cock push past the hard ring of muscle just inside the mare's vulva and into a warm cavern beyond.
She wriggled her haunches slightly and for an anxious moment I thought that she was going to refuse me after having already been ravished by Peter's long tool, but it seemed that she was only making herself more comfortable and she stood placidly as I began to slide my cock rhythmically back and forth.
Another quick snort of poppers steadied me for just a moment before the inevitable happened: I was not prepared for the intensity of my climax and let out a series of long drawn out "Uhh.uhhs!" as my dick throbbed out its release into Candy's welcoming depths.
The sensation was indescribable and my nails dug hard into Candy's ample haunches as I screwed up my face in an ecstasy that was almost painful, unaware that Peter was supporting me as my body arched backwards. I didn't want to leave Candy's warm tunnel of love but she gave me no choice: A series of pulsing thrusts spat out my rapidly softening cock and followed it with a long string of my cum, which dribbled slowly down my bare legs. Peter slipped his arms under mine as I stood panting and I clung on to him tightly until I recovered. He bent his head and whispered in my ear.
"Was it like you imagined, Mark?"
"No way!" I gasped. "It was ten times better than that!"
He face broke into a broad grin and he slapped my butt playfully.
"Guess so. I'll see to your new girlfriend here, then we'd better go clean up." |