Riding Buddies
#1 of Bestiality/zoophilia
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Loud grunts and pained moans filled the hall of the Cooks' house. Jordan bit his lip as Red pounded away at his naturally tanned and toned ass. The farm boy gripped hard to the back of his thighs as the ripped football jock fucked his ass raw. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from shouting out. Not that it would matter. The nearest neighbors were two very large corn fields away and Jordan's parents were at a cattle show. They had left him behind to watch over the rest of the animals at their farm. He saw it as the best time to have his fuck buddy over for a hard romp. Little did the guy know, he was just an appetizer.
Jordan was suddenly caught off guard, crying out and grabbing out onto the head bored as Red pulled out and slammed his massive cock into the farm boy's guts. He grabbed onto the jock's hands which were tightly gripping his shoulders, moaning hard as Red relentlessly pounded his hole, making sure it hurt. "Yeah...YEAH...fuck my ass!" In Jordan's mind, Red was only good for three things, football, his abnormally huge cock which was thicker than Jordan's forearm, and fucking. Other than that, his smarts were limited.
Red grunted hard and shoved his prick deep inside Jordan's ass, forcing him to grip the bed as Red's cock throbbed, pumping his heavy load along Jordan's insides. Dripping with sweat, Jordan watched almost carelessly as Red struggled to hold himself up with his arms, his body twitching from cumming so hard. When his load finally stopped, he saw the cold stare on Jordan's face, the fake smile. He wanted so badly to nuzzle up to the farm boy's thin, but chiseled body. But it broke one of the rules.
Standing at the door in his jacket and jeans, Red looked down at Jordan with a week smile, running his hand through his buzzed hair cut. "So...there's no way I can stay for a while?" Jordan slowly closed the door, "I don't think so Red..." As he closed the door, Red tried to manage, "But...!" Closing the door, Jordan walked to the back of the farm house, wearing only his white underwear, a pair of jeans, and a film of sweat over his entire body.
Out the back door and into the barn, he walked along the stables, each step digging his naked feet into the dirt and hay on the floor. There were a total of five horses standing in there stalls. But coming to the second to last stall on the left, Jordan pushed the latch up and pulled it to the right. Opening the stall, a genuine smile, something very few people ever saw, appeared on Jordan's face. "Hey Tork..." he said to the brown stallion waiting for him. The horse nickered and eagerly approached, flicking his dark mane before nuzzling against the familiar human's neck with his soft snout. Jordan's eyes half lowered. Stroking Tork's long neck, he pulled away a little as the horse reared his head, pointing his nostrils at Jordan to share breath with him, showing his affection and family ties. This was the stud Jordan had grown up with.
Jordan's dirty, rough toes grazed Tork's side as he rode the stallion bareback out into the fields, only having to tap the horse's side to let him know where they should go. Even though it wasn't full, the moon was bright enough to allow them to see where they were going. Riding through a vast field of nothing but dirt, the two disappeared into a thick veil of trees that bordered the Cook's property. Many sounds filled Jordan's ears. Owls calling, foxes screaming, but none of them bothered the farm boy as he lay close to the base of the horse's neck, stroking along Tork's powerful shoulders.
Finally Jordan heard the one sound he wanted to hear, the sound of water. Sliding off Tork, his feet landed in the soft mud of the creek bank. With a smile on his lips, Jordan sat down with his legs extended, watching Tork lower his head for a drink. The stallion shook his head and flicked his ears, turning and stepping towards the human kneeling on one elbow. With a nudge between Jordan's legs, the stallion inhaled a curious scent, following it all the way to Jordan's shoulders. Whinnying loudly, Tork moved the tip of his snout to Jordan's stomach and gave him a quick nip with his front teeth. "OW! That hurt dumbass!" Tork flapped his lips and turned towards the creek, showing his side to Jordan.
Rubbing the two bright red marks now on his stomach, Jordan stood up and approached Tork, stroking along the stallion's back side. "What? Are you jealous or somethin?" Tork stubbornly looked forward, irritably flicking his tail. Irritably licking his lips, Jordan suddenly reached under Tork, wrapping his fingertips around the horse's soft sheath, gently stroking down to Tork's soft, heavy sac. "Bet you're not jealous now..." Tork's big eyes widened and he stepped to the side, surprised by the sudden touch to his pride. But then they lowered and he suddenly leaned against Jordan. Jordan licked his lips again, lusciously this time, noticing Tork's leg twitch. His own breathing became heavy as he watched Tork's fat phallus cock head slide out of its sheath, followed by its thick, pink spotted shaft.
As Tork leaned harder into Jordan, the farm boy was forced under the stud's tight horse belly, or risk being knocked over. His warm breath hit the horse's knuckled like head, watching it flare before his eyes, growing larger with almost every stroke of Jordan's hand. Tork flapped his lips, impatiently adjusting his back hooves, almost as if he were telling Jordan to hurry up. Jordan didn't have to be told. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his lips over the stallion's phallus head, filled his mouth with horse cock until it expanded just past his jaw. The farm boy lustfully jerked whatever he couldn't fit. Jordan's moans sent an incredible sensation along Tork's thick meat and the horse naturally pushed his hips down, forcing Jordan to gag without warning.
Pulling off of Tork's cock, Jordan coughed, gagging, trying to keep his stomach down as he jerked the stud with gag tears in his eyes. When he got a hold of himself, Jordan watched Tork's cock head, watching it flare each time the stallion bucked his hips. Leaning forward, the farm boy took a few short licks, lapping up all the pre he could catch on his tongue. Feeling his own eight inch cock straining in his jeans, Jordan anxiously turned around, his smooth black hair brushing up against Tork's belly as he adjusted, pushing his jeans down and then pushing his white underwear down just past his butt. He didn't push them all the way just in case someone tried to sneak up on them.
Tork was all too eager when his wet cock head brushed up against Jordan's exposed ass. Jabbing his leathery rod at the farm boy, he neighed hard before trying to probe the human's ass. Normally Jordan would have control, often using a breeding bench with Tork. But tonight, this was all of Tork's natural pride and glory. Struggling to keep a hold on Tork's cock, Jordan guided the stallion's head to his already spent hole. Suddenly his hand slipped and Jordan reared his head, all his breath taken from him so he couldn't scream. He desperately tried to hold onto Tork's powerful legs as all of the stud's cock disappeared into his already lubed hole.
When Tork pulled half of his huge stallion rod out of Jordan, the farm boy suddenly felt a familiar emptiness before the void in his ass was suddenly filled again. He clenched his eyes, letting off loud, uncontrollable moans as Tork gave it to him like the animal he was. The stallion was in full control as Jordan was forced back and forth on his knees, trying to stand on his palms and the balls of his feet as his rock hard human cock bobbed up and down, his human pre dribbling from his piss slit as Tork's shaft grinded unimaginably hard against his prostate. Jordan had no control over most of his body...and he loved it!
Jordan barely uttered a sound most of the time Tork drilled his small hole, the monster cock in his ass forcing the breath out of him with each thrust. The farm boy's mind was soon lost in a haze, but he could feel his best friend's endurance coming to an end. He could tell as the horse no longer pulled out to slam back in, but barely pulled out three inches of his cock before rapidly humping him. Jordan nearly gagged on his own tongue, giving a whimpering cry as Tork flapped his lips, driving his cock deep. The farm boy laid his head into his arms, breathing hard as his cock uncontrollably spasmed, standing up and shooting thick globs of cum all over his hard abdomen and the ground.
A sharp cry left Jordan's throat as Tork flapped his lips one more time before backing over Jordan, his horse cock sliding out of the human, his phallus head coming out with a wet slurp. Whatever was left of the stallion's load poured out into Jordan's underwear before finally hitting the ground. Jordan moaned, feeling his hips collapsed against the soft mud. He didn't have the strength to keep them up anymore. All of a sudden, Jordan felt a flood. His hole gave off a loud, wet gurgle as a pint of Tork's seed spilled out between his legs, running over his balls and mixing with the mud beneath him.
With his jaw hanging open, Jordan watched Tork walk about, a moan stuck in his throat. Tork's spent cock was slowly turning flaccid, bobbing up and down before sinking back into its sheath. Digging his fingertips into the mud, Jordan tried to push himself up. With a loud slurp, he fell back into the mud. His body from the hips down just didn't want to work, it ached so much. "Tork...I...I can't walk..." He struggled hard, but eventually he collapsed entirely. Breathing deep, Jordan feel asleep, his eyes fixed on the creek until everything went dark. Tork whinnied lightly, walking over to Jordan and giving him a light nudge with his snout. The stud stood there for the rest of the night, waiting for the farm boy's eyes to open again.
The next day, Jordan opened his eyes at the sound of Tork whinnying. When he saw that he was still naked and covered in mud, he jumped up, only to stumble and catch himself with his hands. "Oh shit, its day time!?" Jordan grunted as he struggled to his feet, pulling his jeans and underwear filled with Tork's sperm at the same time. A chill went up his spine as the wet jizz touched his aching hole. Curious, he reached back and inserted two of his finger into his gaping ass. Breathing hard, he lifted them in front of his face to see them covered in thick globs of horse cum. The thickness and the overwhelming scent excited him... All of a sudden Tork's loud neigh snapped him out of his daze and he saw the stud heading towards home. "Hey wait...!"
After a lot of hobbling and struggling to get on the horse, Jordan laid across the horse, his butt too sore to sit up. Grazing Tork's soft, short fur at the base of his neck, Jordan grinned, "Hey Tork... I won't tell nobody if you don't..." Jordan half expected a laugh, but he was satisfied with the whinny he got from his best friend.
End.