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You know, they talk about how you remember your first times. Your first bicycle, your first kiss, your ‘romp in the hay’, but what I remember is the first time I felt a flare breach my throat.

That’s right, I’m talking about the first time I swallowed horsecock. There’s really nothing like it, meaty, thick, and as you begin to get it off, that swelling, that feeling of your already full throat…well, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. Who wouldn’t when they’re thinking about something like that? We’ll get there. I swear. You’ll just have to wait in that chair or bed of yours patiently while I start from the beginning of this story. I know. I hate to be a tease. Who am I kidding? I love being a tease. If I didn’t, why would I tell you this story? But we’ve idled enough. Let’s get to the story before I start seducing you more.

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I was a young fellow back then. 18? 19? It doesn’t really matter. Suffice it to say, I was young, but not very innocent. I enjoyed myself, you know? When you’re young, they always say you should take advantage of it. And I did. Bars. Clubs. Random hookups. I was just soaking it all in, and boy, did I soak up a lot of guys, swallowing one after another, relishing the taste and feel of each unique shaft. One moment it was at my lips, the next, reaching far down my esophagus.

It was the uniqueness of each that got me. I even started a silly little diary describing each one. Some were slender. Some were inhumanly fat. Many were, quite literally, inhuman. They were my favorite.

Canines! Who doesn’t love a good knot at your lips? You suck in every inch you possibly can, and then as your canine friend gets close, you have two options: You can either try to open your already straining jaw further, swallowing the knot, or you can wrap your hand around it and squeeze it for all you are worth. Either way, you’re going to make someone quite happy.

The funny thing about all this is that I had pages upon pages of entries in my diary, but I had never come across a horse, that is, until that one evening late at night.

***

Yes, it was at The Beefy Taco, the only food truck open at this hour. I had just gotten off at of an evening shift at work.

“Eager, are we?”

I was suddenly aware of a looming presence behind me with a rumbling dark voice to match. Seconds passed and I finally made the move, turning around to find two mounds of pectoral muscles only thinly covered by a form-fitting T-shirt. I jumped back, almost bumping into the condiments behind me, only to find myself transfixed by pearly white teeth adorning a chestnut-colored horse muzzle.

Composing myself, and scratching the back of my head, “Yes, I’m sorry. I haven’t eaten all day. I sometimes get caught up in my work and forget.”

“I could tell. You were watching that food worker with all the eagerness of a child waiting to open Christmas presents,” he chuckled.

And he was right, I was eager. And now I was even more eager. This huge stud of a horse only made me drool more as he charmingly chatted me up over our tacos. My thoughts were no longer on beef. Well, not on the kind you get at The Beefy Taco, my thoughts were much more centered around the depraved variety, finally getting to sample a horsecock.

We ended up at his place. While it was not far, it was far enough to make my stomach growl once more from a new kind of hunger. I was famished, but not in the right mind to be taking on the horse. And by the horse, I meant his cock. He was big. And hard. And I wanted it. I didn’t even take the time to admire its full majesty. I just wanted to swallow every inch of that meatstick. But I couldn’t. I could barely get that flare into my mouth, only drool and slobber all over it before I tried to get more. I choked more times than I ever had before.

I felt a hand on the back of my head, and I braced myself. The cocky dominant stallion was impatient. He was going to shove his cock into my throat, use and abuse me, possibly even kill me from the lack of air. I don’t know if I could take it. But I had to. He was a horse, and I was just a measly human. I couldn’t fight back. All I could do was take it.

But wait, that hand. It wasn’t pushing me down. It was pulling me up, pulling that flare out of my mouth. I was shivering, almost on the verge of tears. This stallion wasn’t going to use me. He was rejecting me. I wasn’t good enough for him. Shit. My first horse and I failed. I had failed miserably and this horse would laugh mockingly with his equine buddies about that silly human who couldn’t do something as simple as suck his cock.

“I’m s-sorry,” I managed to croak out as I looked away from the horse. I couldn’t bear to look at his mocking gaze, a gaze that would haunt my dreams for years.

He chuckled. I knew it. In that moment, my fears were confirmed. That masculine voice was going to be turned into an instrument of ridicule. I would become the laughing stock of the town. Most importantly though, I would never get another chance at horse again.

“Little guy,”

That voice! I’ll never forget it. It was soft. His velvety tone caressed my ears, sending shivers throughout my body. To this day, I do not understand how a guy could be so strong, assertive, and confident one moment and then lull you with an enchanting honeyed sweetness the next.

“You need to relax. I know you’re eager and all, but you’ve really worked yourself up, and not in a good way.”

The next thing I knew I felt strong comforting arms surrounding me. I finally could think again. What was happening? When did we get to the bedroom? Why is this beast of a horse so gentle? Why did I just want to stay in his arms forever?

After a few moments, he released me, “I’m going to make some tea. You lay down and try to relax, and I’ll be back shortly.”

I did as he instructed. I snuggled up into the soft comforter, trying to soothe myself, trying to get my legs to stop their eternal shake. No words came to my mind during these moments, just the lingering feelings of anxiety, fear, and rejection quaking through my body, slowly becoming manageable.

I opened my eyes to see the looming horse once more, this time with a booming smile on his face, “I see someone’s gotten comfortable. I’ll place your tea right here by the bed, and I’ll come up and join ya.”

I sat up to sip at the tea he brought me, while he sat next to me with his own cup, taking a deep gulp of his tea, “Now, I hope you don’t mind your tea a bit cool. I like to gulp mine down in excess, and would prefer my tongue unscathed.”

I took a sip without replying to his comment, swallowing, I said, “I-I’m sorry about…earlier. I got so excited.” I stopped speaking as soon as I turned my head. I suddenly couldn’t speak again, there he was. No longer hard, but his long dangling shaft was free from the sheath. I didn’t even think about talking, all I could do was stare. The glory of that dark fleshy shaft! How had I missed it earlier? I had just dived in without taking the scenery in.

I’m sure I blushed as the equine spoke, “See now, isn’t this better? Slow down, relax, enjoy the view, and stop to ‘smell the flowers’ so to speak, though I don’t think there are any flowers down there.”

I blushed even harder as I sunk to my knees on the floor in front of that glorious shaft, my tea forgotten on the bedside table. I looked up into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before he gave the nod.

I wasn’t going to embarrass myself this time. This time I would go slow. I would breathe, and I would pleasure this horse until I was full of his cum.

His cum! Yes, that’s where I started. I dipped my head below that dangling horseshaft, and I placed my nose right up against those pendulous balls, the leathery skin radiating heat. I got a deep lungful of his mesmerizing scent and I could just stay there all day, breathing in, letting that scent penetrate my lungs like his shaft would soon penetrate my throat.

Step one was complete: become drunk off his scent. Step two was now underway: worship every inch of his genitals. And I worshipped them, beginning with the balls. Soon his scent merged with his taste, as I cleaned, sucked, and polished every inch and every crevice. All the while, I was intensely aware that he was hard once more. Every time I turned my cheek or shifted my head, I would find his shaft bumping against the back of my head or my neck. I’m sure it was intentional. He wanted to tease me. He wanted to make sure I knew what would be coming next. And I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, but I was determined not to jump the gun again.

And the moment had arrived. I couldn’t detect an ounce of musk or sweat on his balls anymore. They were polished clean of all filth, except my dripping saliva, which glistened in the low light of the room. I looked up at the base that shaft, which throbbed with such an intensity that I wondered why the horse hadn’t cum already. With a deep breath, I redoubled my resolve. I would not embarrass myself again by appearing like an overzealous virgin on his wedding night! I would go slow. I would treat this horse like the god I saw him as.

My tongue traced the bottom of his shaft from the base, moving up, wanting to imprint every inch of this divine meat into my memory. As I approached his medial ring, I felt a splash of liquid on my back. Was that cum? No, it couldn’t have been, he was still throbbing.

“Fuck, get that mouth on me already,” his voice was no longer sweet. It was full of burning lust, filled with the desire of a stallion who just smelled a mare in heat. Unable to disobey, I pulled that massive blunt tip into my mouth and began sucking. I could only fit the tip in my mouth, but what a glorious tip it was! And what fine gifts it bore!

It wasn’t enough though. I needed it to pierce my throat, I needed it to push open my throat. I had been training for this moment. All those other cocks, all those cocks that I expertly learned to deepthroat, they were all child’s play compared to this throbbing, bulbous tip in my mouth. But I needed it, so I took a deep breath, relaxed my throat, and swallowed, coaxing the tip into my throat.

And then the moment happened. It popped into my throat, but not only that. It swelled. By the stallion gods, it was swelling in my throat, doubling in size. I don’t know how I took it. I must have just choked on it because there was no going back as he finally fed me. He finally filled my stomach with his rich seed.

I was so relieved. I had pleased the stallion, and this time, I wasn’t the overzealous one. He was. He was the one who needed to cum. He was the one who needed to fill my stomach with fertile white cum. He was the one who needed to pull out and splatter his cum all over my face and back. He was the one who needed me to lick up every drop of that cum and make sure none of it went to waste.

But once again, who was I kidding? I wanted it too, at least as bad as he did. I wanted all that, and more. But this story isn’t about the ‘more’. The ‘more’ is for another time. Now, don’t give me that look again. I do know that I am a tease. Remember? I told you earlier. But if you ask nicely, I might tell you about my first time with horse donut.