Riding Trip
Riding Trip
Lord Geoffrey Newall walked briskly into the stables, his riding boots clicking sharply against the stiff concrete. To call his mood foul would be an understatement, he was furious. Even if he wouldn't let it show exactly how angry he was, it was below him to give in to such notions. Correcting his gloves and taking his riding crop from under his arm as he walked the last few paces up to his steed. Saddled and ready for him to take a relaxing ride around the lands of his father.
The young man, just barely in his twenties, took an inspection round around his stallion, named Demarco. Idly tapping the crop against his slender leg as he walked. He was not in anyway tall, more average height for a man his age. With a slender, but healthy build he was turning the heads of ladies, and lords when he took the time in the nobles' parties. His chestnut red hair was tied into a braided ponytail that reached down to his lower back while it hung low in his face, low enough to obscure his eyes. He was dressed in a tight black riding black jacket and a white shirt beneath that. Tight, beige riding-pants that were stuffed into his knee high riding boots. And a pair of black gloves on his hands. Geoffrey posses a young, handsome face with soft features, something everyone said he'd gotten from his mother. There was very little he had inherited from his parents in the way of appearance. He knew however of one thing that he did have from his father and it was nicely outlined by the tight riding pants. The over one-foot long, five inches thick shaft he possessed was now soft and laid down his right leg, causing the tight pants to bulge with their presence even in it's soft state. While his baseball-sized balls were making his crotch bulge even more.
His father tried to hide his "assets" by wearing baggy clothes, concealing it the sight of others than his wife. Who spent most of her time worshiping it like it was an icon of god itself. Geoffrey on the other hand flaunted it around by wearing the tightest clothing he could find, showing it to anyone that would glance curiously or stare openly with his or her jaw dropped. He had been so happy when a stretchy material hand been invented, and oh so fast he had ordered a completely new wardrobe that week.
Gently he moved his hand along the straps that kept the saddle in place. One strap over the belly, one over the chest, and one going down and back around the thighs. As well as two straps attached to his wrists that not only stabilized the saddle, but also kept his hands immobile. His hand moved from the straps after checking that there were no breakings and the leather was properly oiled, over to the short red fur of his steed. Such a big and proud mount it was. Nearly ten feet tall, with well-toned muscle and black mane that was nicely trimmed. His hand moved down between its legs, cupping the heavy sac there in his hands. The twin orbs bigger then his own even. The stallion shifted his legs in unease as the young boy gently squeezed and massaged his balls. Geoffrey watched with satisfaction as the thick sheathe began to thicken and swell. After teasing his mount for a bit, watching the semi-swollen stallion cock dangling down between his legs while he gently squeezed and massaged the seed filled sac. Putting his foot into the stirrup, he pulled himself up on the saddle and grabbed reins.
Geoffrey tapped the riding crop against Demarco's rear, a slight increases in speed and a huff was his reward as he trotted down the fences that separated his father's lands from the neighbouring lord's. He enjoyed riding around here it was quiet and peaceful. The silence only broken by the slapping of the stallion's cock as it had hardened to full stiffness and smacked against his belly as he trotted over the path.
Up ahead Geoffrey could se shapes along the fence; he gave his mount another tap and the trot increased. As he drew near, he could se that it was one of the groundkeepers his father had employed not too long ago. This one must have been around Geoffrey's age, a handsome man. With tanned skin and black hair that was neatly cut. He was dressed in working breeches and a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, thick knee high boots stained with mud. Next to him was a saddled working horse, a mare, muscled and strong with big heaving bosom. Her red wild mane hanging down over her eyes and the side of her neck. Unlike Geoffrey's stallion, she had her reins attached to the rings pierced through her swollen nipples rather than a bit.
"Good day to ye, m'lord." The keep said as Geoffrey pulled Demarco to a halt next to him.
"Good day to you as well, keeper." Geoffrey said, as he looked him down. "What are you doing this far out?"
The man motioned towards the fence. "It was broken, I came out here to fix it. I have yet to find the gap though."
Geoffrey smiled slightly. "Ride with me then, I'll help you find it." He said and threw his braid over his shoulder with a quick shake of his head. "What's your name?"
"Marocco, m'lord" He said. "And the offer is most appreciated, I will enjoy your company."
The young lord smiled and watched as the keeper swung himself up on his horse, taking note on how he moved and how the curves of his body appealed to him. A light chuckle left his lips and he tapped Demarco's rear with the crop again to get moving, a little harder than before this time. Causing the stallion to give out a light whimper before starting to trot down besides the mare who's nipples were being pulled at by the reins to keep her on track.
They rode for half a day before finding the gap that needed fixing. During the ride, they talked, about many things. And Geoffrey took notice of how often Marocco glanced at his outlined maleness, which was stiffening slightly from the attention. The young lord loved being watched, and stared at. While Geoffrey held the horses, Marocco dismounted and worked his skills with hammer and nail on the fence. Once in a while the keeper would glance up at the man on the horse, his eyes lingering on the bulges in his pants. His own member would stir and swell in his pants as thoughts most improper filled his head with images of lust and desire. Looking back to se where he was nailing so he wouldn't end up hitting himself, he then glanced back and nearly dropped the hammer. Geoffrey had sifted on his saddle and was now sitting with his legs over one side, facing him. His legs spread wide and one hand moving slowly up and down the swelling monster in his pants.
"Like what you see?" He asked plainly. "You've been glancing so much I'm sure it must at least interest you."
Marocco didn't know what to say, he could just gape as he watched the young lord tug down the front of his pants and slowly drag his member out from its confinement. His gloved hands slowly moved up and down the girth as it swelled to full hardness. Dragging the foreskin up and down over the over one and a half foot long cock that he flaunted so easily.
An almost predatory smile crept over his face as his hands slowed their strokes even more. "Come by my house tonight if you want to see more if it." He quickly corrected himself in the saddle and gave Demarco a quick tap with the riding crop to spur him off. His own cock smacking against his chest with each stride of his mount in tune with the horse cock that had started to grow soft now only to stiffen as they rode off again.
Geoffrey smiled to himself as he dismounted his steed, his member swaying in the air and a clear drop of pre falling to the ground. Teasing Marocco had been fun. He'd looked so much like a scared animal when he had pulled his manhood from his pants.
Demarco straightened himself up as his master climbed down from him. He didn't mind how he was treated, as long as it was Geoffrey that was riding him. A soft sigh echoed from him as the straps around his body was loosened and the saddle fell off from him. The saddle harness was tight but not uncomfortable so, it did make him stiff though. And he stretched his arms to work the stiffness out of them. A sharp pain on his rear made him stiffened and he turned to see Geoffrey tapping the riding crop against his arm, a sly smile on his lips. No words or orders were needed for Demarco to drop to his knees, now level headed with his master. Who pressed himself to the stallion's chest and caressed the side of his muzzle before pressing their lips together. Their tongues intertwined as they kissed, Demarco's large horse tongue nearly overpowering Geoffrey's smaller human one and they tongue studs making inaudible clicks as they hit each other.
One massive hand was wrapped around the young lord's member and slowly stroked over its length, dragging the foreskin up and down, squeezing a steady stream of pre from his rod. The redhead pulled away from the horse, licking his lips and removing the bits from the mouth of his steed that slowly lowered his head down to the throbbing shaft that was rubbing against his chest. His lips parting and engulfing it in their warm, wet enclosure. The tongue stud scraping along the underside as he slowly sucked his way down along it. The steady stream of semi-transparent liquid jumping slightly as the sensitive crown was dragged over the caressing muscle that followed the contours of the thick organ.
Geoffrey panted softly and tilting his head back, his hand stroking over the stallion's ears with gentle caresses while his other hand idly tapped the riding crop against his leg. This was the real reason why he took Demarco out for so many rides far away from the mansion, not that this sort of conduct was frowned upon. But it was still a good idea not to flaunt it around so much. The day his mother had walked in on his father with the cows had been a subject for gossip and laughs for a very long time. And frankly, Geoffrey could do without such things. But right now, he could care less as his steed had nearly half of his cock in his mouth.
The stallion drew a few quick breaths before he slowly began pulling off, dragging his lips and tongue backwards over the taunt flesh filling his mouth. Pulling back until the crown of the head tugged on his lips before pushing back down again, murring softly as the salty flavor tingled on his tongue. Listening to his master's light groans as he bobbed his head up and down, pausing to swirl his tongue around the head every few strokes. One hand reaching up to cup the still cloth covered balls, massaging them gently with his palm and fingers. Demarco pushed down, stopping where he had stopped the first time, took a deep breath and slowly began pushing his way down the throbbing member once again. Feeling it go down his throat this time, deeper, deeper. Until his muzzle was pressed against the trimmed red bush just above the root. Thick lips squeezing softly as he drooled over it, throat swallowing around it, trying to draw it deeper down.
The thick member sprang up to slap against Geoffrey's chest with a wet sound as the horse released it. A gloved hand slowly stroked up the glistering member as the boy watched his mount turn around and drop to all four, slowly raising his muscular ass to the perfect height for his master. The riding crop was dropped, and nimble hands found their place on the stallion's backside. Squeezing the firm hemispheres eagerly, the young man pushed them apart. His maleness resting between the fleshy orbs and he slowly drew it back, rubbing it back and fourth. Drawing back, he spread the horse's buttocks further, his eyes feasting on the tight puckering rosebud nestled between them and he used one hand to guide his member towards it. Drawing tiny circles on it with the tip before starting to add pressure behind it. Slowly the young man put more and more pressure behind his wanting member with his hips until the tight opening yielded and slowly spread around the welcome intruder.
Demarco tilted his head back and let out a low whine, it didn't mater how many times his master would take him, he would always feel it. The stallion's own member quickly swelled back to full hardness as more and more of the hot spear was pressed into his unturned rear. His head hung down between his arms as he braced himself, feeling it throb inside of him as the last inches was worked into him.
The young lord leaned onto his horse as his cock was completely buried inside of him. Gripping the muscular buttocks firmly with his hands as he began drawing out, the tight confinement not wanting to let go and seemed to try and suck him back in the more he drew out. Pulling out until only the head tugged against the tight anal ring before he pushed back in, faster than before, but still careful. He knew that it took a little while for Demarco to get used to him.
Beneath the panting horse, his own member throbbed and flexed. The stallion's own member rubbing against his chin if he dipped his head a little lower, and his swollen balls churning with their heavy load. And while his master's pre was helping slickening his passage, his own dribbled down to the ground to pool in the grass.
Geoffrey's fingers dug into the firm flesh as he pumped his hips into the tight passage before him. Panting as he was gripped so tightly by the fleshy walls. His balls bumping into the other's as he thrusted, each thrust taking him from root to crown. The tight ring squeezed down around him each time he withdrew and loosened as he pushed back in, burying himself deep inside the warm hole that so willingly accepted him in ways few other's could. One of the drawbacks of being so big, it was hard to find partners that could accept him. He was actually a little curious on how his mother had accepted his father, since he was even bigger than Geoffrey. But that didn't mater now, not when he was screwing one of the hottest stallions in the county. And screw he did, putting more weight and speed behind each thrust he gave. Making his steed rock back and fourth as he thrusted into him.
The heavy horse cock slapped against his chest and belly each time his master pushed into him, causing pre to be flung through the air each time the head smacked against him. He squeezed down on his master's cock, trying to keep himself as tight as he possibly could around him as he took pleasure from his ass. Demarco's tail was bent up and out of the way, but it would occasionally swish through the air to hit against his master's sides. Stroking over him with loving caresses whenever he hit a particular pleasurable spot. The big stallion groaned and arched his back, then slumped down to the ground. Using every ounce of strength not to crush his member against the ground and keep himself up just enough to give it room to sway beneath him.
Their coupling continued, Geoffrey sawing his maleness in and out of Demarco's tight rear with even-increasing enthusiasm. Pre squirting out around him as he pushed back in, his member kept leaking the thin liquid into the horse's bowels. Groans of pleasure bubbling up from inside of him as each thrust drew him closer to the inevitable, the pleasurable edge that he would soon be threading.
Demarco moaned loudly as the cock plowed through his bowels, pushing deeply into him each time the human hips slapped against his buttocks. Biting his lower lip and digging his hands into the ground, trying to hold out longer to get the pleasure to last. But it was a loosing effort, with each thrust into his backside pushing him further and further towards the eruption. A shudder went through his body and a groan of pleasure forced its way out from his throat as his balls jumped and hot cum surged up his cock to erupt from his member. Shooting out to blast against his chin and chest, the still strong thrusting into his ass making the jets of white cream fly everywhere in globs of sticky fluid. His ass clamped down around the rod moving into his rear and kept a firm grip on it as its movements slowed to a crawl.
Geoffrey clenched his jaw shut as Demarco clamped down on him and he used all of his strength to keep thrusting. And with one final push burying himself to the hilt as his own climax hit. Hot cum flowing and overflowing the stallion's rear, squirting out from the tight seal around the thick girth of the cock pumping the cum into him. The young lord pulled his member from the warm embrace and rested a hand against it so it wouldn't suddenly spring up, but instead pointed it at Demarco's back. Squirting thick, creamy seed onto his back and rear, stroking his cock with two hands to help the flow as he came.
They stayed like that for a long moment, panting and gasping as their orgasms subsided. Geoffrey was the first to regain his composure by bending over to the saddle and pulling a towel from the saddlebag. With tender care, he began wiped the cum from the horse's fur before it could start drying in. And once he was done, he began refastening the saddle to his still kneeling mount. Usually they would stay a while and kiss and cuddle, but Geoffrey wanted to get home and take a bath, just in case Marocco decided to take up the offer to come by later.