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The sounds of night surrounded me, the chirp of crickets, the occasional sound of a bird. Summer had a distinct sound for me out here on our farm. It was a sound as familiar as my own voice.

There was a new sound tonight though, one that attracted me. I knew I should not be out here, knew it was wrong. If my father found me, I would be in for a belting, but I could not resist. The drive had been building for so long.

He had come for the harvest season, a travelling farm worker. Nothing unusual there, the farms in this district often relied upon their help, but this one was different. This one was something special.

I made it to the dark safety of the barn, crouched amongst the machinery and the hay bales, the scents of oil and hay warring with the soft warm scent of night on the farm. Then I heard it.

A whinny.

Attached to the barn was a little flat, just a single room really, with a bed and a stove and a table and chairs. A rough sink, and a bathroom out the back. It was enough for one of the farm labourers to stay, comfortable enough for a short time. I had pestered my dad to renovate it and let me move out there, my own domain like my mate Jacob had at his place, but he refused and now I was grateful.

There was a little opening in the wall, a hatch that previously allowed you to pass things into the storage area that had become our flat. Now it gave some extra ventilation, and in the case of tonight, it gave me a chance. A chance to spy on our employee. A chance to watch.

Another whinny. Oh God…

I had not seen many equines before. They were rare in our district, none living permanently on any of the farms. This was the first anthro in fact I had spent any time with at all. They tended to be more of them in the cities, where they caused all kinds of problems, but out here, we didn’t like problems so we moved them on when we could. But staying over a summer, working on the farm before going on to the next one…that was fine. And equines made good workers, my dad always commented on it.

I was not so interested in his ability to work though. I was attracted to other things.

Squirming past the tractor, I managed to find a spot where I could peek into the room, illuminated by a couple of oil lamps. He was on the bed, resting, his jeans down to his ankles. And he was…

“Ohhhh…”

I stifled the sound as soon as I realised. I dared not breathe for long seconds, wondering if he heard. He didn’t seem to. I stared in dumbstruck awe.

He had his shirt off, revealing a chest and abdomen of muscled glory. His coat was grey, spotted with darker patches, and he had black fur at his forearms, long soft feathering. His mane was black too, and his muzzle a delicious pink. He had his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but I knew he wasn’t. His ears swivelled, sampling the night, and his hands were busy.

He was erect. The sight made me breathe fast, struck by the beauty and the power of it. Black at the base, then mottled pink, with a huge wide flare. It was over a foot long, easy, and he was stroking it gently, caressing, almost too slow to notice. One long, gradual stroke, from his sheath all the way to the tip, and when he reached it I saw a long droplet of precum ooze from the tip, detatching to drip into his belly. It shone on his coat, like a varnish.

Muscles tightened, chest, then abdominals, and he let out a nicker, nostrils flared, and then an almost human sounding moan. His muzzle opened, and a little bit of pink stallion tongue extended, and licked his lips.

The other hand had been behind his head, but no longer. Now he gripped his scrotum, fondling his hefty sac, then squeezing roughly. Another nicker, and his chest rose and fell as his breathing quickened. I could smell it now. The smell of aroused stallion…rich, thick, tang…

“You can join me if you like Bobby…”

I stood stock still, hand to mouth, ignoring the raging hardon in my work pants. Oh fuck…

One big eye opened, glinting blue in the dark, and he winked at me. He didn’t move otherwise though, his hands still occupied, one jacking his length, the other fondling his balls. I realised he wasn’t going to move, at least not yet, enjoying his self pleasuring too much.

I could not move.

“Hmmm little human…stay there if you like then. Just watch…”

He looked at me again, his eyes glinting, and rubbed his flare. It swelled, pink, glistening in the low light with the liquid excitement of his impending release. I was hard as steel, my cock tenting my pants something fierce. I had to let it out, into the night, my own far smaller cock twitching in sympathy as I furiously jacked my own overheated length.

His head lay back on the pillow now, eyes closed, senses focussed on his own body. He pinched a nipple, the fat pink mass swelling under his own touch, the pectoral flexing and relaxing. Fingertips slid along his length, tracing the impossible distance from his scrotum to his tip in a slow dance of pleasure. His flare suddenly swelled again, and the distinct piss slit spat forward like a straw.

A whinny, and his body tightened, muscles taut and fluttering like his cock.

The fountain of stallion cum shocked me, so much, and it spat across his body in ropes of pleasure. I watched them rise and fall, gasping at the sight, and my own cock unloaded on the rough wood of the barn. His body writhed in unabashed pleasure, tail flicking, ears out sideways now, nostrils flared as he drew in huge lungfulls of air.

Eyes still closed he reached for a small hand towel and wiped the cum from his chest. His cock was still hard and he rubbed the tip slowly, teasingly, and smiled.

“Night Bobby…”

I turned and ran back to my room. It took me three more cums before I could sleep.

****

That began our little ritual. I would turn up at the open hatch about nine pm, and he would be there already, already naked. The second night there were some differences though.

He was fully naked this time, with his hooves curled up and knees out. He fondled his scrotum more aggressively, squeezing, holding his nuts tight enough I almost squealed in sympathy but he seemed to love it.

There was also a little gift for me. The hand towel had been left hanging from a nail jutting out of the wall. I brought it to my nose and sniffed, drinking the potent scent of wild stallion. I almost fainted.

“Smells good don’t it Bobby…”

“Ohhhyessssss…”

I realised it was the first time I spoke to him. He seemed to be content though with that, just nodding and smiling.

“Give me some of yours little stallion.”

I wrapped the rough cloth around my cock, the fibres rasping the head of my dick. I could feel his cum on my skin, the heat of fresh stallion. It was still a little wet…

“On my second go kid.”

The thought drove me wild, his cum on me, over me, inside me…I shot, wildly, groaning as I watched him fist his cock and twist his nipple enough to bleed.

A wild whinny signalled his end, the gush of stallion cum less impressive but still amazing for a second time. I watched it pool on his belly, jealous of that cum. I wanted to be there.

“Why don’t you come inside Bobby…”

It was as if he read my mind, and the thought terrified me. I bolted again, locking myself in my room. I realised I still had the hand towel.

I sniffed it in my bed, drowning in spunk, and unloaded into the sheets. Drawn by needs unspoken, my finger inched back, under my scrotum, deeper, and touched my hole, testing the sensitive opening.

My dreams were full of erotic thoughts, and I slept poorly if at all.

****

By the fifth night, I was so conditioned to our play that I was hard and dripping before I even left for the barn. It took me only a few strokes to cum, watching his aroused enjoyment, and my second cum matched his first. I was about to leave when he spoke to me again.

“Going to be going soon Bobby…don’t you want a last shot at touching me for real?”

“N…no….but…um…”

I panicked, unable to speak. I wanted it so bad, so much. I stood as he looked at me through the gap, and shrugged.

“Well…might as well have some more fun anyways…”

He surprised me then, kneeling on the bed, side on to me. I could sense him closer, almost too close, but he kept his position and seemed to ignore me. I watched him lick two fingers on his left hand, the three fingered grip so unfamiliar to me, gently jacking his still hard horsecock. And then he lifted his tail.

“Oh God!”

“Yes Bobby…it feels so good don’t it? Do you humans do this too?”

I felt my hole twitch with the memory of my own illicit touch. I was ashamed how good it felt. He showed no shame though, only arousal, as he spread his fat pucker with two fingers and fondled his own ass. He turned slightly so I could see, the spread of his ring, the dance of his nuts, the back of his scrotum so beautiful, and the long expanse of dark skin between them. It wrinkled, and I imagined licking, touching, feeling it.

I came, explosively, almost falling as he continued his finger fuck for my enjoyment and his.

“Yeah…I can imagine your little cock doing this to me Bobby…”

“Oh God…oh God…”

He arched his back and let out a screaming whinny. His cum sprayed the bed, droplets splattering all over like a demented fountain.

Back in my room I found I was panting, my hole raw, tingling. My fingers found their mark, the penetration rough and painful but I kept on, until I found a spot that took my breath away. My sleep was easier now, and I dreamed of sleeping next to a stallion with his hand on my cock.

I knew it had to end though. My father had told me he was going tomorrow. I wanted to go to him, to do what he wanted, anything at all, but instead I chickened out like the coward I was. At breakfast I was morose, and even my father noticed. He gave me a clip around the ear for being selfish, and sent me out to mend the fences on the far 80 paddocks. I hated him all day, my fingers raw and bleeding, too tired and sore to think of my stallion.

That night, I felt the absence. I went to my usual spot for a last look, not really knowing why. When I got to the little hatch, I gasped. There was a lamp on inside the room…

“Hello Bobby…”

In the darkness I felt a presence, and suddenly I was pressed to the wood, splinters biting my hands as they spread flat against the panelling as I was pushed hard. A body surrounded me, pressed against my back, massive, male, strong…

“You humans may like to watch, but we horses like to do…”

“Oh God! Please…no…no…”

I could not move. I did not want to move. His body caressed mine, hips writhing, his groin pressed to my ass. I felt it then, alive, hot, hard, through the fabric.

Hands slid under my shirt, touching, stroking, until he found my nipple and rubbed rough and painfully. His other hand slid into my pants, pulling them down, exposing my naked vulnerable ass, and more.

“Your voice says one thing but your body another. So human…horses never lie, our ears always tell the truth Bobby…”

His massive hand engulfed my cock. He just held me like that, and his muzzle found my neck and licked. Then nibbled, as I melted against the woodwork.

Then he stroked, the fingerhooves rasping over my flesh, up the shaft and down, cupping my testicles, then rubbing my cock head daintily in his fingertips.

I cried out. I moaned. I begged.

“Good little stallion…good…ride pretty one…ride…”

I came all over his hand. Spurt after spurt, I emptied my balls, while his teeth bit into my shoulder and I screamed. It felt as though my heart would burst from my chest.

“Now for my ride Bobby…”

A hand caressed my ass, sending flames through my body. Then I felt slick wetness, and a bulk against my hole, and I panicked.

“No!”

“Shhh little one…I will make it good…”

His chest pushed me into the wall hard enough to take my breath away. I felt his heat, and the rub of his coat on my skin. His fingers entered me, their passage slicked by my own cum, and I spread for him, groaning as my ass succumbed to his entry. Then he touched me in my special place and I screamed again, but this time a scream of ýes’.

When he pressed the flared head of his cock against me I bit my lip. The penetration was so painful I thought I would pass out. When I relaxed a little it went in easier, just a few inches but it felt like I had taken a fence post up my ass. He let me relax, hand on my cock, and then began.

It was slow, gentle even, back, then in, back, then in. A gentle walking pace, no more. I spread wide, his flare kissing my spot deep inside, my cock leaking, forehead pressed to the wall. In…and a little whinny as he felt my swollen spot touch his flare, then back, wait…and in, a little deeper. I moaned, begged, writhed.

I came.

He bucked into me, just as the pleasure slowly abated, hard, fast, a few last thrusts and pain built with pleasure and a burn in my hole. Then he spent too, the heat of his cum flooding me, dripping out around my ruined pucker, dripping down the back of my scrotum as I lay panting and spent against the wood.

He kissed my head. I cried. He brought his hand slick with my cum to his muzzle and licked it clean. Then he pulled out, and I felt the pain of his absence and the raw pain of a well fucked virgin hole unable to close still in spasm.

Hard hands gripped me and spun me round, back to the wall now, panting.

“Beautiful colt…”

I felt heat on my cock. Breath…

“Ahhhhh!”

My cock hurt it felt so good, so close after my last cum. His lips slid down my shaft, buried in my soft pubes, tongue on my head. He bobbed slowly, fingertips on the underside of my scrotum, drawing me to heights of pained pleasure. I ran my fingers through his mane, the coarse hairs so good to touch, ears flicking my wrists, lost in his task. I sprayed into his muzzle, balls taut against my groin, fingers wrapped in hair pulling him down to my hilt as I bred his muzzle. A stallion…my stallion…

Gently he unwrapped my fingers and sat back on his haunches. I lay dazed against the wall, and heard a soft whiny.

When I recovered enough to gain my senses, he was gone. I could sense it, even though I could not see it.

There were reminders left though. For months afterwards, I could go to his bed in the little flat and roll on his bed and bathe in his scent. Sweat, musk, cum, stallion, I jacked off a hundred times surrounded by his smell.

I also found a little gift; a length of mane braided and tied with a ribbon.

****

The farm is mine now, my dad reluctantly handing it to me when his arthritis became too much for him. I have made improvements, moving with the times in ways my dad would not have been able to. He retired to a little flat in town, and makes it to the bowls club every day for a beer with his mates and to talk about the old times and how farmers are the most put upon people in the country and rail against politicians, leftists, and liberals.

I just smile at his rants and nod, secure in the knowledge that I run my own life now. My own way.

Like this for example…

“Room and board…and a bonus. And I can stay as long as I like. You are generous for a human…more generous than most in this district.”

I look at the young stallion, so strong, with his chestnut coat, black mane, and big green eyes. He is smiling.

“Well…I like equines, unlike some…”

“Yeah. My friend’s sire told me. Greywind…”

The name makes me gasp. Greywind…

“How…how is he…”

“Got his own place by Walballup now. Three foals of his own. He told me about here…and about you.”

“Do you…do you mind…”

His smile becomes wider, a grin, and he lets out a nicker.

“He said he would like to visit too, if you are willing. And if you still like to watch…”

How could I not? Though my heart beat faster, remembering the rest. With luck, I would not be watching long.