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It was a hot autumn day when the stranger came to Mitch’s town. Mitch was a lithe Haflinger stallion of a stable-hand. His mane was golden locks, his face was punctuated with a white accent, and his chest and legs were a peachy-cream color. This lighter brown color was barely visible, however, poking above his working shirt and lining the inside of his ears. When he heard from the head of the small, simple farm he worked at that there was a visitor for him, he couldn’t help but wear the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. Mitch always loved meeting new people. And he especially enjoyed greeting them with respect and kindness. If he could make someone happy any day, it was a good day.

Stepping outside, he found the new arrival and welcomed the man to his home with a warm smile. The traveler was a stocky and fit Clydesdale with an oak body and snow-white feathers above his hooves. He looked as if he had traveled for quite some distance given the large pack he carried on his back and the beads of sweat dripping down his strong frame and so did Mitch bid him to come rest at the stable and to tell his story of his travel.

As the pair approached the stable, the visitor bid Mitch to not open the door. It seemed he was on the farm for truly pressing matters. His deep, booming voice started up: "I've come from across the land, searching for a small farm with only two men behind it. I've heard of a sweet, caring Haflinger of a stable-hand who can make the toughest man's heart melt. His golden mane floats on the wind, tantalizing all those who see it with thoughts of a soft and gentle soul."

Mitch could tell word about him and his ... proclivities had spread. He enjoyed knowing that people thought this highly of him but didn’t ask for any of it. Mitch decided to play it off as much as possible: "I know not of this farm or stable-hand you speak of. I can accommodate you to the best of my abilities, but I do not know of where or who you seek."

The visitor put on a toothy smile and softly replied, "There's more to this stable-hand that you must hear. I've been told there are several things that make him stand out from his horse brethren. In addition to being sweet, kind, and beautiful, he is easily…” the Clydesdale paused “Aroused." The visitor planted a large grin on his face as the last word left his tongue. Bold and direct talk was truly a weakness of Mitch's as his arousal did indeed betray him as his sizable horsecock thickened in his tight working jeans. Mitch knew from experience that it was futile to try and hide his lust in this attire. He just stood there hoping this man wouldn’t see the familiar outline of a stallion’s dick in tight pants.

"There are many lusty stallions in these lands, kind visitor. Is there anything more you know of this stable-hand?" Mitch replied, knowing that this question would spell his doom later. He didn't care.

The visitor chuckled before calmly replying with a voice as smooth as butter. "I'm told he enjoys the company of other men, especially the tools that they bring. "The visitor reached down, shifting his body in his pants to bring his own growing bulge to view. He put his right hand directly on the middle of the bulge. Mitch couldn’t help but wonder if that was where his medial ring must be.

Mitch, now flushed with arousal as his cock quickly approached full-mast, let a betraying blush come across his face as he stammered and asked, "T-tools to help around the farm?"

"No," the visitor answered sternly but still maintaining his sweet tone, "Tools to fuck him with. Don’t worry though, these tools bring him immense pleasure too. He loves them." The visitor cleared his throat then calmly and sweetly asked, "Would you mind if I removed my shirt? This blasted heat and all of the walking I've done have left me a sweaty mess."

"No, sir, I do not mind at all," Mitch said while twisting his hoof in the dirt innocently.

The visitor swiftly removed his one-size-too-small white shirt to reveal his gorgeous chest and muscles, honed from years of dedication and hard work. He then tossed Mitch the sweaty shirt playfully, 'apologizing' for its sweaty, musky aroma. It smelled of hard work. Of dedication. Of pure manly lust. Mitch, restraint faltering, took the shirt up to his nose and took a deep, long inhale, savoring its smell. He paid extra attention to where the shirt was most sweaty, where the Clydesdale's armpits were located.

A small chuckle escaped the visitor's lips as he continued, "The stable-boy I’ve heard of shares a common problem with you it seems", pointing at Mitch's now tighter jeans, with a freshly damp spot forming at the end of his obvious bulge. "This stable-hand, when truly aroused by a male companion, cannot help but drip drip drip to display his appreciation."

Switching tones again, the visitor let out a grunt. "This heat is truly brutal! Would you terribly mind if I removed these suffocating pants as well?"

"I wouldn't mind at all" Mitch replied meekly. The visitor then slowly undid his buckle before dropping trough to reveal he had no underwear on at all. His long, thick, mottled horse dick stuck out for the world to see. But especially Mitch. It extended from its oak sheath with a charcoal black base that slowly transitioned into a more mottled and pink color.

The words "My eyes are up here sweet stallion" broke Mitch's lusty gaze on the visitor's endowment.

Obviously flustered, the stable-boy could bear the heat growing in him no longer: "M-may I join you in refuge away from this incessant heat by removing my garments as well?" And with the visitor's smiling nod, Mitch began ever so slowly removing his ashen shirt. He acted as if it was stuck over his arms and head so he could display his peachy-cream colored, wonderful chest before the visitor stepped in to assist, gently pulling the rest of Mitch's shirt off before tossing it in the pile of his own clothes. Next came Mitch's pants. The Haflinger pulled down and down on them but they just wouldn't budge. The combination of his erection and thick, wide hips seemed to have gotten the jeans stuck! Embarrassingly enough, he asked this newfound friend in the visitor to assist in removing his pants. The Clydesdale protested at first, thinking Mitch was using the same trick again. After the visitor realized this was not a ploy, they both got to work. Mitch planked on the dirt, tossing his legs up to the Clydesdale for him to tug at and tug at until *pop*, the jeans came right off, sending the standing horse reeling back a few steps from the inertia.

As Mitch stood back up and eyed over the visitor, he couldn't help but notice the man's mouth was slightly agape and his voluminous horsecock was bouncing of its own accord. Mitch had to look down at himself to see his own dripping wet, black lace panties that left nothing to the imagination. Mitch tried to explain himself and how it was much less hot to work in lingerie and how he liked how the silk felt upon his skin, but the visitor couldn't have cared less.

"I want them off now , please " the deep voice spoke.

Mitch was a nice, obedient boy. And this visitor was so kind to him. Travelling all this way to see him, racked with lust but still respecting the Haflinger's boundaries, knowing of his love to obey but not abusing it, and even saying please?! The lace was dropped faster than Mitch could even process his new friend's sentence.

With a hearty laugh the visitor spoke: "One last time, do you know this stable-hand I speak of?"

"Does it matter anymore?" Mitch asked, donning his own wide grin

The side to side of the Clydesdale’s head was all Mitch needed to confirm his suspicions. He turned around as if to enter the barn but was met with a loud huff from the visitor that was now behind him. He knew it was his time to tease back. "Ever ridden a horse before? Why don't I give you a free training lesson with our favorite pony here?"

Reaching for a bit strapped on the barn door, Mitch slid it into his mouth before bending over and spreading his soft, round cheeks which presented his beautiful, brown doughnut for his new rider.

No more words were required.