Diary
Memories... Pressed between the pages of my mind.
Diary - May 26, 2014 M/M, Human/Horse/Donkey, Anal/Caressing/Oral Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
A man, a horse/donkey, a warm day
Diary,
I probably shouldn't be writing this. Hell, my hand is shaking so badly, I am not sure I can.
I guess I should start from the beginning. When I was younger, I fell in love with horses. So big and yet so gentle. In my teens, the infatuation only grew as I had more access to a couple of horses and ponies. Touching them, riding them, just being around them. From sensual to sexual is but a step - In the mind. The physical world is another matter, and I was limited to my imagination for several years. I never married or even dated, I was much too busy chasing after the all-mighty dollar - Until I was 'retired'. I was lucky to find a nice 2-bedroom house sitting next to a field. The neighbors' houses are hidden behind a natural windbreak of trees, so it's pretty isolated.
I had settled in, and bored with the tv one night, I went to sit on my back porch and using a pair of binoculars, I scanned the field behind my house, hoping to see some rabbits or birds or something. Instead I saw... Him. Most people would say he was a plain brown horse with a dark mane. But to me, he was the most beautiful creature I had seen in ages. I was 15 again, full of hormones and questions and touching the warm skin of a giant who allowed me on her back a couple of times one summer - Always with someone else, so nothing erotic happened. But she fueled many a dirty fantasy... I watched the horse for a long while, noticing there wasn't any other animals around besides him. Neither did anyone come to feed him or comb his mane or do much of anything. At first I was angry that someone could just toss him out like that. But then the demon on my shoulder whispered this was an opportunity to seduce the big male.
The next day I went to the store for goodies and a couple of jars of vaseline - If he hadn't been cared for, he was going to need it. And if things happened like I hoped, I was going to need it as well. I returned and went out back, dumping carrot-tops, celery stalks and other things on the ground beside the rail fence. The horse heard me drop the tidbits and came over to investigate, but he stopped short of the fence, looking at me. I talked to him, but he didn't budge until I had moved back to my porch. Then he moved in to eat every last bit of greens I had put out for him. After lunch I repeated the ritual, aching to touch the male. It still took a couple of days for him to trust me enough to not shy away when I came out. A chopped-up carrot bribe helped, and all I did was caress his beautiful long face.
I would sit on the porch with my morning coffee, and watch him for a while. Then I would go stand at the fence, giving him a treat, rubbing his nose and enjoying the warm sun with him. Every now and again, I would reach over and rub his leg or his shoulder or his head and he would shudder, but he didn't move away. I was probably radiating waves of lust, desire and need as just being this close to the animal was making me want him so badly. But he was still wary and it was almost a week before he allowed me to touch him more... Intimately. It also took me that long to get up the nerve to do so. I knew it would be ok when I went out one morning and he was there waiting for me, waving his tool around. He slid it back up when I went through the rail-fence, giving him a piece of an apple, and rubbing his neck. Another piece and he let me caress his shoulder, his back, his side...
Then he wasn't interested in what I had in my pocket, instead he was paying attention to what I was doing with his sheath. Which was rubbing it and caressing it and playing with it. My heart almost stopped as I slid my hand back to find he was a stallion, as I found myself caressing a pair of fat ovals that felt warm and leathery in my hand. I no longer cared if someone saw me, I had to taste him. Getting on my knees I nuzzled his balls, caressing his legs. He grunted when I kissed his sack, tonguing it, before sliding one whole ball into my mouth carefully.. I felt his tail swishing over my back, as he cocked a leg, then dropped it, spreading his thighs so I could get to his nuts more easily. Letting the first oval pop out of my mouth I shifted my attention and sucked on the other one, hearing his dick slap his belly as I worked the smoky flesh in my mouth, rolling my tongue over the round nut, sucking on it gently. Letting it go, I rubbed his wet sack against my head, watching his dick sway in front of me. Shuffling forward a bit I moved to nibble and suck on the flaps at the end of his sheath, gently stroking his cock. Ugh!
Nobody had given this fellow a bath in ages, and there was dried crap and caked-on stuff all around the opening to his sheath, and up along his dick as well. I retreated back to my house for some vaseline and a couple of towels. Returning, I went to work cleaning his neglected penis. Running my hands up and down the thick shaft I greased it well, having to stop often to wipe my hands on a towel as stuff came off, working on the pole until there was nothing but supple skin along the length. The cleaning complete, I made sure he didn't have any sores or broken skin on his tip, before I stuffed it into my mouth. And did he ever whinny then! I could only take a few inches, but I sucked hungrily on the flared end, drinking copious blobs of pre. Pulling back, I inhaled his scent, kissing his shaft, stroking it with greasy fingers. It didn't take long before he made a noise I have never heard before - Part whinny, part snort and part scream. He hunched his hips and spewed cum all over his legs, the ground, even his belly as his throbbing horse-cock slid out of my grip, slapping it loudly. I just knelt, watching this magnificent beast blow a huge wad in front of me, before I went back to stroking his cock again. He must have really needed his nuts emptied, because it wasn't but a few minutes later when he erupted again, this time only a few splatters, but still impressive.
Reaching back over I rubbed his sheath, then watched him reel his monster pole back in, while I played with his nut-sack. I swear he moaned and shoved his body back at my face slightly as I mouthed his testicles, before standing back up to gave him the last of the apple I had brought. Walking forward I ran my hand across his flank, caressing his neck, his face, finally stopping in front of him, letting his chin lay on my shoulder as he panted and closed his eyes, both of us content to just stand there for a long moment. I finally had to go in and eat, and let my new lover get his own lunch. We both napped the afternoon away and while he enjoyed me stroking his erection, he didn't cum again that day.
After a few days of playing with his wonderful maleness, I decided to do something different. I had been teasing his butt and every time I got close to his tail-hole he would squat and roll his butt around. So after the usual bribe of a carrot, chopped into quarters, followed by a couple of gentle tugs on his dick, I moved my hands back to caress his back and rump, slowly letting my hand slide across his skin and down the curve of his leg. Then back up the middle until I touched his pooched hole. He snorted, and raised his tail up, so I gently played with it, working my thumb around, scritching gently on the underside of his tail. Lubing up a finger, I teased his tight ring, playing with it. The stallion snorted again and spread his legs apart, arching his back, his cock slapping his belly several times. I teased him, pushing my finger in and out of his anus, before rubbing the excess on his 'donut'. He pushed back against my hand, enjoying the attention.
His reaction that first time was encouraging, but even so, it still took another couple of days before I could get up the nerve to do what I had wanted to do since I was 15...
I had given the horse some carrot-tops and a long, slow dick-rub, making sure he came with a whinny, his cum splattering the ground. Teasing his big, warm nuts made him grunt and I kissed them, before moving to the logs that made up the 'fence'. I climbed up into the lower one, turning around and holding on until I was pretty stable. The stallion watched me unzip then he clopped over and nosed my hard-on, lipping at it for a minute. I rubbed his long nose, waiting until he turned for me, rubbing the horse's back and rear. If he didn't want me to do this, he could take a step away and I would jump down and that would be that. I teased his rear by rubbing my dripping cock against his skin, trying hard not to cum all over his butt, before I slipped the man-meat under his tail, playing with his anus. When he felt my cock rubbing against his pooched hole, he snorted and took a half-step back, pushing against me. I looked down, watching the head press into his ring, which resisted for just a moment, before opening up and letting my ridged tip slide inside. Even with the vaseline, he was pretty tight, and warm, and he swished his tail in my face, looking at me over his shoulder as I slid my entire length into his hole.
I closed my eyes, just letting the feeling of being inside this beautiful creature sink in... Damn! He snorted and dipped his head as I rubbed whatever skin I could reach. I wanted to let my cock just lay inside his warm anus, to hug him and caress his rump, but my hips had other ideas. So did the horse, who pushed back against me as I humped his rear-passage, feeling more than seeing my cock slipping in and out of his ring of rubbery skin. It seemed to take forever, but was less than 5 minutes before I thrust myself in as deep as I could go, mashing my nuts against his butt and spurted my seed into his guts. I was so glad he was pressed against me or else I would have fallen. My knees got weak and I clutched his back, laying across it, kissing his spine. He just grunted and swished his tail.
When I could move again, I tried to pull out, but my cock was still hard and he felt too good, so I gently humped his ass a second time. It took a little longer this time around, but the results were the same - Me cumming in his tight-ish hole, his tail swishing in my face while I draped myself over his backside, hugging him. My dick slipped out, and I somehow managed to get off the fencing without killing myself, dropping to my shaky knees to caress and kiss his warm balls. The stallion grunted, then walked off to graze, while I got my pants back in order and managed to get back to my house, where I collapsed on the porch.
After that, I still caressed him daily, but not being so young anymore, I only diddled him once a week or so. Each time it was just as magical as the first, my knees trembling, the stallion's rump pressing me against the fencing while I caressed his back and sides, my lubed cock buried to the hair inside his round anus, until it got soft and slipped out. I always made sure he came first, mainly because I loved the way his huge cock felt as it spurted his seed all over the place.
* * * *
It has been a couple of weeks and my 'partner' hasn't been around, not even to take my offering of carrot-tops. Maybe he got bored, or his owner moved him someplace. I know I am going to miss him...
As I stared out my window, I saw something moving in the field out back. It was too small to be a horse, but I went outside to look anyway. As I got to the fence-line, a donkey came up to greet me. He was pretty much a typical gray male, who very much liked to have his head rubbed, and his ears scritched on... I ran my hand over his back, then down to cup his sheath. He snorted and swished his tail but didn't seem all that bothered by what I was doing.
"Be right back", I told him, getting my butt back in the house and fetching the vaseline and some cut up apple slices. I returned, to give him a chunk of fruit, and to carefully massage his cock-holder, moving my greased hand back to massage his small, but still very nice balls. The donkey grunted and moved his leg so I could play with him a little easier, dropping his crusty length for me to admire. Poor thing... I got to work getting rid of the dirt and loose stuff on his cock, then I stroked it, working the flared head until he gave out a bray and blew several long jets of seed all over the grass. I massaged his balls and stroked his dick until he stood with his tongue hanging out and panted like he had just ran a mile.
He left to get a drink from a nearby pond and crop some grass, before returning to have his long nose petted again. I ran my hand over his shoulder, then his back, then slid it under his tail. I had no more than touched his black hole than his tail went up, and he farted loudly. He snorted as if to say, 'Who, me?' and I laughed. I touched his hole again, this time with a lubed finger and he grunted, spreading his legs apart and pushing back against my hand, as I shoved it in, wriggling it around inside him. That was all I could do that day, so I rubbed his nuts and stroked his jaw and went inside to clean up.
The next day he was standing by the fence again waiting for me. I waited to see if anyone was going to come claim him but nope... He enjoyed my apple chunks, was ok with me stroking his sheath and balls... But all I had to do was get my hand on his rump and he lifted his tail, looking at me like, 'You need an invite or something?' So I slipped between the rails and unzipped, letting my pants fall on the ground. I had to bend my knees to get my cock lined up and he almost pushed me over in his desire to get it in him. I lubed my hard-on and teased his ring before pushing in. Just like before, there was a little resistance, then it opened up and swallowed me completely. The donkey sighed, as I caressed his sides, humping him slowly. We moved together, him pressing back, me pushing forward, and each time he took me to the hilt in his smooth anus, tail draped over my shoulder.
I tried to make it last, but he was too good, and I ended with a flurry of hard thrusts, cumming so hard I almost passed out. I know he enjoyed my seed spurting inside him because he pushed back against me, trying to get every last inch inside his tight hole and keeping it there until I went soft. I managed to get my pants back up and hugged my new lover, who nuzzled my shoulder, nibbling at my hair - What was left of it anyway. I found out he much preferred to be humped than be jerked off, but he didn't move away when I played with him, and he would grunt whenever I nibbled on his fat balls.
He is standing out by the fence right now, waiting for me to get done writing this and go pet him, caress him... And stick my dick in his ass.
I wonder how hard it would be to get a prescription for Viagra...
The End