Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Horse Diary 2
Date: 18 Sep 90 20:04:12 GMT

This is the second installment of Mr. New Stallion-owner's journal. I
am posting it for him via this no-name account to protect everyone's
privacy.

Saturday, September 1, 1990

	This afternoon I managed to spend time with Did again. He was
real nice and quiet, doing his lazy Saturday afternoon droopy sleepy
thing. I started to brush him and he stood nice and still. I spent
some time doing my usual fondling and he started to get nice and hard
for me. Not rock hard yet, but real long. I think I know why he gets
shitty in the evenings as of the past few days. I don't think he is
getting enough to eat. He gets BITCHY after he's done eating. But the
afternoons it's REAL easy to get all his attention, cuz he's spending
his time in doze mode.

	Hell, I managed to get a nice mouthful of horse cock today! I
started to pump and suck and he got thick, but not hard. I also
started a new ploy to getting him excited. I put my hand on his
prepuce when it's extended, if he gets drawn and shows his glans I
reward him with a chunk of carrot! It seems to work! He started
getting drawn more quickly as this exercise went on. Should be good!
All I have to do is keep it up. (he he)

Sunday, September 2, 1990

	Sigh! Sho nuff! The lazy afternoon syndrome is what gets Did
quiet enough to be handled with ease. Kinda funny. We got a pump from
the river working so that we could spray the paddock down with water
to keep the dust down. I decided to use this opportunity to start
scrubbing Did's sheath, prepuce and penis down to get rid of the
excess of smegma. DAMN good fun! And I get called a "good owner" when
I do so! But I am getting ahead of myself.

	Did has been used as a farm animal for ten years. He knows
about step around g, step around hah, come around g, come around hah,
back up, step up and has even learned to trot on command when he gets
used as a cart horse. So today I wanted to see what he knows. We used
a single ear bridle and a split bit. Then we put together a surcingle
of sorts to keep the reins from flopping around his legs. He Did done
good! Backed up and g'd and hah'd with out any problems whatsoever.
Then Pam thought it would be a good idea to get on his back to give
him some weight and get used to doing this with a rider.

	Things went well for a while, until... Shit! What a rodeo! He
got too close to the electric fence. I started to make him come around
g to get away from the fence but he backed up instead. In my momentary
indiscretion ;-) I pulled back on the reins and said "Whoa". Wrong
move Batman. He was already backing up when I started pulling on the
reins. He kept right on going, listening to the reins instead of my
voice. Shit, right into the electric fence. He panicked, but not
enough to take off at a run. He stopped because I kept saying "whoa"
and left the pressure off the reins. As soon as he stopped, we got Pam
off his back and I started right up again. This time I made sure he
was in the center of the paddock before I tried the "come around" and
"step around" commands. This time he listened! No problems. Good
horse!

	Well, we got the hose working and started spraying down the
paddock. Then the thought occurred to give him a bath. He liked it! I
decided to use the opportunity to clean out his sheath and prepuce. He
didn't get hard and I wasn't about to grab his glans and hang from it
to pull that sucker out. Hell, the penile retractor muscle is sooo
strong he could probably pull his penis in when it's fully erect!

	So I just fingered around his sheath and pulled out major
chunks of smegma. "This stuff ain't water soluble" says I! So Pam digs
up a jar of "Bag balm!" I LOVE it! That is so fucking funny I almost
die laughing! She goes off to do her chores and I take Did to the walk
in shed to apply liberal doses of "Bag balm" to help break up the
smegma. Boy did I ever balm those bags! Took about 8 minutes, but a
handful of grease and some persistence can get most stallions that are
used to having their penis handled hard. And he DID get hard. Kinda
fully drawn. You know, semi erect, fully thick but not rock hard.

	When I read the instructions, they said "Throughly massage the
bag balm into the skin of your cow/goat/sheep whatever". he he... Did
got pretty hard while I did that! I went away and about ten minutes
later came back. I had since wiped off my hands. I began to scratch
Did's underline, his signal to get drawn, (well, eventually it's to
get drawn, for now it's just to drop) and he Did! I grabbed a handful
of prepuce and massaged and sooner than I would have thought he got
REAL hard. His glans flared up and he started to slap his penis
against his belly. I put a hand just behind his glans and it flared up
even more and he shot out a big wad of pre-come fluid. His scrotum was
sucked up real tight. He was REALLY enjoying this! Makes me feel damn
good!

	It's kind of weird, I have had Did for about two weeks now. I
am starting to get used to the idea that yes, I honest to god have a
horse now. A stallion, with great big balls and a nice throbbing penis
to match. But more important than that, I have these strange feelings
running through my mind now. I am starting to feel, well, more stable.
I am beginning to look forward to my daily visits with more
enthusiasm. I am starting to get complacent about my employment.
(Hell! I used to wander from job to job every few months or at least
every year to year and a half!) Now I am more interested in staying
put in one place so that I can seriously start thinking about buying
my land and barn. I need a place to keep Did that is more private than
where I am now. sigh...

	Well, I left Did alone for about fifteen minutes and did other
things, like shovel out horse shit. DAMN! He shits a lot! TONS! I
don't fucking know where he gets the raw materials to make all that
shit with! One and a half wheelbarrows full a day! I don't give him
that much hay and grain all day! (Okay okay, so maybe I do, plus some.
But JEEzus. what quantities of shit! The hay must be pretty compact I
guess. I dunno. Maybe he has a built in "turd fluffer" or something...
) Well, when I got done with that, I went back to his shed, he was
nice and quiet and standing still. I started scratching his underline
again, he dropped again (of course;-), and this time I got the ole
tongue working. He actually got hard and humping! YOWZA! And so
fucking soon. But then again, he HAS been exposed to this kind of
treatment in the past. I'll have to give it some time before it gets
to be like it has been.

	Oh yes! I picked out his feet again and used the hose to scrub
them out. He lets me pick them up, but he has been starting to put his
weight on me when I have his feet in hand. He did that once and I let
go, then he tried it again and I just stepped out to the side and
pulled his foot WAY up! The silly shit damn near fell over! "That's
right Did, fall over! See if I even TRY and help you out! I just might
jump on yer fucking neck and hold you down while I scrub out yer feet
you stooooopid horse!" He didn't try anything dumb like that again,
today at least. ;-)

Monday, September 3, 1990

	Labor day! Spent a good three hours with the Did monster
today. Nothing amazing. Just a few grabs and licks and such not.

Tuesday, September 4, 1990

	Well, I got there and Did was-a-waiting! Right up by the
fence. Today was a bit chilly for this time of year. It was about
75f. According to Pam, Did had been running around in his paddock all
day long. He was feeling good. REAL good! I took him into the walk in
shed and started my usual brushing routine. Hell, he kept looking
outside with his ears all pricked up and kept swaying back and forth.

	"Oh my gawwwd! He's weaving! That's supposed to be a bad
habit! Holy shit! What do I do now?" I decided to try smacking him a
few times when he did that, but he just looked so intensely pissed
off, no, that's not right, not pissed. Upset. Like, "Hey! I didn't do
nothing bad! Leave me alone". I decided to just let it pass. Maybe a
bad move, but I don't know yet, I don't know Did well enough to know
what mood he's in.

	At any rate, he was doing pretty good today. I gave him his
hay and then his grain. A while later I noticed that he had his
monster nineteen inch erection going full tilt against his belly while
he ate his hay. I pointed him out to Pam and told her "Hey! Did really
likes the hay!"

	She looked over and laughed. She told me about some kids that
came over to see the big horse. They walked up to the fence and as
soon as they noticed that he had the monster erection from hell they
turned around and walked away while mumbling something like "sure is a
big horse." Pam said that she interjected "Well, he's big *NOW*." What
a riot. Can't wait till the picnic, I am curious to see what kind of
reactions Did gets out of the folks who'll be there.

	I feel good every time I go to see Did. It's a strange thing.
I don't even... yeah I do, I'm watching the news as I type this and I
just saw the Avery family portrait. The folks that were sacrificially
murdered by the lundgrens. It's that lil thing of trust, or at least
knowing just about where you stand with something. I know where I
stand with Did. I know he's a stallion and I know that if he thinks he
can, he'll try to dominate me. If he thinks *I'm* a stallion, then, if
he thinks he can, He'll go so far as to try and kill me. But I KNOW
that. The Avery's didn't know that. The Avery's trusted the folks they
prayed with. (NOT that I am religious). Their reward was to get
murdered, one at a time by some stupid fucking two legged piece of
trash. People just seem to work so fucking hard at being dishonest.
It's truly amazing some of the things that people will do to try and
screw you over. It's just truly amazing.

	It's funny how many of my friends have gotten married and then
divorced in just a few short years. Pam even said that she wouldn't do
it again. I watch my sister and brother in law go some pretty severe
amounts of shit. All because they wanna be married. I wanna be
married, but not to someone human. I don't wanna get taken for
everything I own. Hell, people work too hard at hurting you when they
wanna hurt you. It just ain't worth it.

	Don't get me wrong, I have met some VERY nice people in my
life, Hell. I've loved some very nice people, very much, and I still
do. But I don't want to relegate decisions and responsibility to
others. And the worst of it, I don't want to share my love of animals
with those that can use it against me and hurt me with it. It's all
too strange upstairs. At any rate, I committed myself to love only
animals over three years ago. Till then I was trying to push it all
in the background. I was trying to hide from myself that I might
really only be interested in animals. Didn't work (thank god!). Now
that I own Did, I am real happy that I made the decision that I did.
And it just keeps getting better.

	Mr. K talked with Mr. Mouse today and talked Mouse into
distributing the journal. Pretty funny. "Are you sure?" "Are you sure
you're sure?" "Okay, I'm gonna post it. You wanna change you're mind?"
"Okay! It's out there!" No wait! I didn't mean it! Take it back! he
he...

	Let's see, what else. Vet will be by on Thursday to get a
catheter into Did to see if he can find any bacteria. The farrier will
be stopping by on the 15th to trim Did's excessively long toenails
back. Did should be pretty well behaved as far as the feet thing goes.

Wednesday September 5, 1990

	CRIBBING! ARGH!!!! That IDIOT horse! Just ain't no two ifs
about it, when it's near dinner time, that horse is intractable. Fact,
pure and simple. Kinda funny though. he cribbed once, and I yelled no.
He cribbed again and I yelled no louder. He cribbed a third time and I
hauled off and kicked him square in the gut. PANIC! PANIC PANIC PANIC.
He threw his head up and I had my hand on the lead line. The chain
tightened around his chin and he looked at me like "HOW the FUCK does
that funny looking two legged horse keep me from moving my head like
that?"

	I told him to whoa and the Panic started to subside (a little,
enough to listen to me). So he whoa-ed and the pressure let up on the
lead a bit. Then I pulled on the halter and told him to step up, he
did and the pressure disappeared. I gotta admit, Did THINKS I am
stronger than he is. For a smart horse he can be exasperatingly
stupid. And this cribbing thing. Hell, I don't know WHAT to do. I have
no idea whatsoever. I gotta do some reading on this particular
subject.

	I did a bit of the gropey feely stuff, but whenever it's
before eating time, that is just out, plain and simple. That means I
have to meet with him during the early afternoon, or late evening. And
late evening is out until I get my own place. Sigh... And afternoons
are only possible during the weekends, and THIS weekend is a huge
picnic at Marc and Pam's. Sigh... In the meantime, I just have to
figure out this cribbing stuff. Well, a few observations are in order.
He only does it when he is tied up. He has full view of the entire
paddock and its surroundings when he is tied. So far, I have only
noticed this behavior during the evenings before mealtime when I have
him tied while I brush him. He must be bored while I groom him. (!)
Worse come to worse and I get the biggest fucking cribbing strap I can
get and keep him in it all the time. But I hate to have to resort to
such a thing. I'd rather fix the cause of the problem than simply stop
the symptom.

Thursday September 6, 1990

	Well, a couple things happened today. First, I got to see Did
in the afternoon because I had to meet Dr. S. He palpated Did's
testicles and considered them kinda soft. Meaning that there is not
much in the way of sperm being produced. Temperature was normal,
respiration and heartbeat was normal. So, it was time to try and get a
urine sample to culture back at the lab. This meant DIURETICS! Did
would need an intravenous injection. So, I figured I would just slip
the chain of the lead over his gums. Hmmmmmm, an interesting training
note comes from this one simple action...

	When I put the chain over Did's gums, he KNOWS something that
requires force or stern countermeasures is about to take place. He
might not know what, but he knows it is going to happen. He raised
holy stinking hell about that one little injection. I had moved the
chain from his gums to under his chin, but by then, it was too late,
he knew something was up. We finally managed to get the injection into
him, but in the future, I will WAIT till Did gives me a hard time
instead of anticipating such a thing and taking measures prior to the
hard time being given. If I take the measures before it's time, He'll
know and give me a hard time, hell. For all I know, Did might have
just simply stood there. But instead, *MY* actions caused him to go
into Panicus-extremus mode.

	After the Diuretic was administered, Dr. S went to another
nearby farm to palpate a mare for pregnancy. He gave me a little tube
and said "fill it". Leaving me to the task of making sure Did's urine
went into the tube. Well, it took about five minutes, he dropped, then
became drawn but not erect and "assumed the position". I grabbed his
penis and got that sample and avoided the urge to aim the jet of urine
at the flowers and the dog that was staring at me and the chickens
nearby and... well, you get the idea.

	Dr. S gives his testicles very little chance of ever working
again, but we are simply going to take things one step at a time. I
wont geld him since his testicles do *ONE* thing real well still.
Produce Testosterone! I should know the results of the test in about
one week.

	Everyone left and I was left alone with Did. Hell! That
diuretic is amazing. His kidneys must have been going at about 9000
RPM! He urinated and urinated and urinated like mad! I got him alone
in his box stall. He followed me in! And stood still while I handled
his penis for a while. He was drawn but not erect due to the fact that
he had to urinate again. I sucked on his penis for a while and tried
to get him hard, but it just wasn't happening.

	After a bit I stopped and just watched him. He assumed the
position and started to urinate. I grabbed his penis, hell, HOSE, and
started to water things that were nearby. Like the fence posts, the
wall of his walk in shelter and the ground. Mr. K LOVES a mare's
urine! It is just sooo much a major aspect of a mare's sexuality, the
urinating and winking that goes with it, but in a stallion, it is just
a territorial symbolism. He uses it to mark dung and Mare's urine and
other things. But at that moment, I damn near wanted to do nothing
more than just take a mouthful of urine. It wasn't anywhere near as
strong as urine straight from the pipes would be, it was heavily
watered down due to the diuretic's action of hyperactivating the
kidneys.

	But I didn't want to try that just then. I saw him again that
night, I didn't spend any time with him other than to feed him. The
paddock was a major mud bath due to the rains that fell today. Plus,
it was too close to feeding time for me to get any time with him
alone. Got another Pam's mom story though!

	Pam's mother stopped by the farm today. Apparently Did was
walking around, well, being an aroused stallion. And let me tell yah,
when Did gets a hard on, it looks like it's five hundred feet long.
It's only nineteen to twenty inches long when fully-belly slapping
erect- (hah! "only" he sez... ) but it *LOOKS* huge! Especially if
you're one of those kind of guys who looks down while standing at the
urinal.

	At any rate, Pam's mom sez to Pam "My! He's such a *BIG*
horse! He's such a... *VULGAR* horse!" Oh yeah. I damn near died
laughing when Pam told me that! I've been starting to call him "Did,
the vulgar". Kinda sounds like one of those Viking names. Did the
vulgar. Did the terrible. Nah, Did the Vulgar rings so much truer. ;-)

	I guess the training lesson of the day is to *NOT* anticipate
bad behavior and take measures to control it before it ever happens.
Instead, wait until the bad behavior happens and THEN do something
about it. Bad behavior in this case means things like Nipping, or
Cribbing or Totally-radical-bitchin-panicky-behavior dude.

	Hell, it's only the 6th and I'm already up to 293 lines.
Sigh...

Friday September 7, 1990

	Took the port-a-potty to Marc and Pam's for the party
tomorrow. Should b interesting. Did's walk in shelter is under about
five miles of water. So I can't have any fun and games in there today.
Dammit. And I can't stay until dark either. Dammit.

Saturday September 8, 1990

	Hells bells and donkey smells. WHAT a party. Lots of ignorant
fools. Doing stupid shit left and right. Pam absolutely REFUSES to
ever host such a thing for Marc's co-workers again. They wouldn't
comport their rug rats at all. I had to threaten one child in order to
keep him away from my horse. "You try and feed my horse a handful of
sugar cubes again and I'll reach down your fucking throat and pull
your stomach out of your mouth. You understand me?" He kinda looked up
and got this ashen look to his face and slunk away. Now, I don't mind
people doing stupid things. I expect it of people. But I get damn
near physically violent when I have to repeat myself five fucking
times to the same goddamn moron in a space of ten minutes. It's like
they don't believe that I don't want sugar fed to my horse. Sigh.
Idiots...

	GOOD NEWS! Did was accosted by about seven children with
handfuls of grass. He was so intensely nice to them that I just could
not believe it. He just went from hand to hand and face to face. He
ate the grass out of the hands and snuffled about five of the faces
that were presented to him. He let the kids handle his muzzle without
a single complaint or twitching of his ear. The were straight up all
the time. Not once did they flop over or tilt back. DAMN nice horse.

	One lady even commented to me "My! He's so gentle and laid
back, for a stud." Well gee gawrsh, golly. Uh, Yeah. Of course, there
were those who kept saying "My! She's such a nice animal!" Yeah right.
Those two round things down their are tits and that big long thing
that sticks out of her stomach is a feeding tube to colts and fillies
that don't feel like standing up. Guess they're lucky to have
children. I wonder how they managed it. I suppose that I really
shouldn't be so harsh though. Some people honestly do not know how to
sex the animal. They have absolutely no concept of how to tell the
genders apart. Oh well, their loss.

	He kept getting fully erect during the party. In one case,
some guys walked by and pointed and started to giggle. I mean,
actually giggle. One looks a me and looks at the horse and says "can
you imagine having a pecker that big?" "Oh sure I can" sez I without
so much as cracking a smile "every time it gets hard I just have to
pass out from blood loss." Try and say *THAT* with a straight face to
a total stranger! ;-)

	I was also hit up upon by a nice enough girl. Drunk as hell
she was too! But I felt REALLY uncomfortable. It's hard to pin down
the uncomfortable feeling I was having. It was kind of like I was
afraid of getting involved with someone. Like I didn't want to have to
try and think up ways of telling her I wasn't interested in seeing
her. And when she mentioned that she was married, hell, it was
amazing.

	All of a sudden I wasn't at all nervous to talk with her.
Suddenly there was no more risk. No fear of hurting or getting hurt or
having to try and think up ways of seeing Did without including her so
that I can get under his belly. Sigh... It's weird, it really is. Not
that I am uncomfortable with the person that I am, or with my
sexuality, it just honest to god is really strange to me that I choose
and like animals over people when there is just sooooo much stimuli in
my life that should have pushed me in the direction of people. I
really should jot down some of my childhood experiences some day.
Maybe when I have some spare time. (Seeing as it's 1:30 am right
now... )

Sunday, September 9, 1990

	Well well well well well well well well well well well well. I
got to see Did for a few hours during the afternoon. Then I had to
take the portapotty back to the construction site. Then I went out and
bought em a brand spanking new VCR! Now I can make some dupes of some
rather special tapes that I have. (The NATURE specials that I always
tape. I have been wanting to do some selective... ahem... editing of
them. put together a nice little anthology! This should be fun!

Monday, September 10, 1990

	I got in to see Did tonight. It was dark, he had been fed at
6. I saw him at 8:30. Pam and I talked for about five minutes and then
she went in for dinner. That left me alone with DID! YEAH! I walked
into his pasture and slipped a lead on him. The walk in is still under
water. DAMMIT! SO I walked to the most shadowed part of the paddock
and tethered him to the fence. He was standing real quietly.

	I started to rub his underline and he started to drop. I mean
like RIGHT NOW! Good horsie! I rubbed his shoulders and neck and face
and chest. he remained dropped, but not drawn. I rubbed his underline
again and he stepped away. Okay. I can deal with rejection. But then
he stepped back towards me again and I started to rub his underline
again.

	He stayed put and dropped again. I squatted down and looked up
at his crotch in the shadows. He was just about ready to become drawn.
Did was standing with his ears forward and his neck dropped a bit. So
I put my fingers around his shaft. he still stood there. He didn't
move around at all! SO I put my lips over the end of his prepuce and
then I started

	to suck. He started to draw! Oh my my my my! My lips were
wrapped around the very end of the prepuce and as he started to draw,
the prepuce snapped back (inside of my mouth) and his glans burst
forth upon my tongue. I suddenly had a very huge amount of penis in my
mouth. I made swallowing motions with my mouth and tongue. Did got
even more drawn. Not hard, but VERY VERY full and thick!

	I grabbed a double handful of shaft and began to move my hands
over his penis while continuing with the sucking and swallowing
motions. I pushed my head forward, against his penis and he started to
get hard. Then I thought I heard some noises and got up to
investigate. When I got back to Did, he didn't. DAMMIT! I messed with
him a bit more, but he started to refuse my advances by side stepping
and throwing his head at me like he wanted to bite me. SO I decided
that that was enough for this evening. I led him to the gate and then
let him go.

	I left for the evening. But one day, that stud is gonna come
in my mouth. I can just feel it. Every time I get together with him,
he gets just that little bit more excited to be naked with me. Like
tonight, he got drawn real quickly with little effort on my part. If I
had not been interrupted by noises I am sure that Did would have
gotten very hard and even humpy with me. Maybe tomorrow night. I'll be
talking with Pam and Marc to see if it's okay if I show up later than
I have been on the weekdays. I'll use work and programming at home as
an excuse.

Tuesday, September 11, 1990

	Sigh... What a day, what a day. The vet came by and took a
blood sample to aid him in determining where the excess actinobactors
came from. Oh yeah, I don't think I mentioned this yet. We have
discovered that there is an excess of bacteria called actinobactors.
It is one of several strains of actinobactors, we don't know which
one. One of the strains has been known to cause epidydimitis in swine.
Such a thing in Did would most certainly cause sterility. So we MIGHT
have a reason for his having gone sterile.

	Now, actinobactor can be considered fauna, like e.coli in the
human gut. But in huge quantities it is considered pathogenic, which
is the case with Did. Soooooooo, $500 in sulfa based antibiotics
should clear him up. SHIT! Three weeks, twice a day, three quarters of
a tube of paste based sulfa. Man oh man oh man. LOTS of money is about
to get tied up in this horse, but, if some kind of miracle should
occur and if he should again become fecund (thank you for that k00l
word Mr. K!)

	At any rate, the blood sample will help Dr. S decide whether
or not the bacteria is in the kidneys. If not, then it means that they
may have concentrated in the reproductive tract. If *THAT'S* the case,
then this will be the first step in clearing him up. So it might just
be possible to get his peckers not capable of doing what nature
intended it to do in the first place. Get mare's pregnant. And if
*THAT* happens, then I am going to have one major, big time,
fornicating stallion this spring! Let's see what happens!

	Now then, I spent a good deal of time cleaning Did's penis
today! Boy! WHAT fun! (I use enough exclamation points to be a writer
for one of those nasty "my mother got raped by aliens" tabloids.) Pam
held Did and talked to him while I reached up with a palm full of
vaseline and liberally applied it to the tip of his prepuce which was
poking out of his sheath. Within two minutes I had nineteen inches of
throbbing, rock hard horse cock in my hand. And I was being told what
a good horse owner I am while doing it! GOD! I LOVE IT! Anyways, it
took a good ten minutes to get out MAJOR quantities of smegma out of
his sheath. Did was fully erect during the whole process. I finally
told Pam that I would simply put a huge handful of vaseline on his
prepuce and penis and come back tomorrow to get out what the vaseline
had loosened up.

	After that was done, I took Did out for a "walk". I led him
out to the hay field and let him munch away. After we crested a small
hill, I tethered him to a fence post and tried to do some groping. He
side stepped my efforts, so I tried again. This time he decided to try
and cow-kick me! I nailed that guy on his underline right up by his
chest. Hard. He didn't look to pleased with that. I then started to
walk him up by the side of the hay field.

	Every twenty feet or so I would stop him with a "whoa". Then I
would walk towards his rear-end and rub my hands down over his anus
and between his buttocks over his stiffle and then under his belly and
onto his balls and sheath. If he didn't side step I'd let him munch
hay, if he did I just started walking him again. Didn't take him long
at all to figure out what I was doing. He started to stand real nice
and still when I touched him. Makes it easy to handle him by myself
too. Especially if I try and remain consistent with my reward system.

	So, what did he learn? I hope that he learned that he is not
allowed to kick at me when I touch his privates.

	What did I learn? I learned that if there is food involved, I
should respect his desire to not be touched. No mater how bad I wanna
suck him off.

	Made a video tape with some of my favorite Music and some of
my favorite "nature scenes" videos that I have. It came out... okay.
Not great, but sure as hell no where near as bad as many that I have
seen. A little Enya and Egberto Gismonti never hurt anyone.
Especially while there are elephant seals, Californicatia Sea Lions
and Elephants fornicating their little nubbins off.

Wednesday, September 12, 1990

	Didn't get to spend a whole lot of time with Did today. But I
*DID* get to continue my "clean Did out" cleaning. Pam had to hold him
again while I reached into his sheath and pulled and wiped out a major
quantity of smegma again. The vaseline treatment seems to do a pretty
good job of breaking that stuff up.

	I left another handful of vaseline on his weenie and told Pam
that I would stop by on Friday. Which means that I wont have an entry
for Thursday. I have too much other stuff to do that has been
suffering due to my attentions that I have been giving my horse. I
have a program to write and I have to get to bed EARLY for once! Shit,
most of these entries are typed in at 1 in the morning and I have to
be in the shop by 8 every morning. I don't get enough sleep and work
has been suffering because of it.

Thursday, September 13, 1990

	Didn't see Did today, but I did get to talk to Mr. K again. I
spent a while on the phone with him. Our talks run the gamut of
topics, but of course, we always center on horses and horse lovers at
some point. It's a weird feeling I get when I talk with him. It's
kinda hard to put a finger on it, but I think it's a feeling of
belonging that I get. That is a pretty nice feeling.

	It's also a bit of a feeling of constant amazement that there
would indeed be another person like myself that is into horses. (or
vice versa ;-) I am pretty sure that the amazement has left me, but I
still think of all the happenstance situations in my life that caused
our life journeys to cross. *IF* I had not "found" that account at
State U and *IF* I had not been unemployed at the time and *IF* I had
not been "grep horse *" in /user/spool/news/alt/sex, then I would
never have noticed his article rebuffing someone's note about a girl
having to have her stomach pumped. This, of course, caused me to write
in response to such a knowledgeable response in regards to quantities
of horse semen that a stud can produce in one ejaculation. If none of
that had transpired, I would *STILL* be traveling my present path, but
I would not know, for fact, that there are others like myself who are
into animals. I am really glad that we found each other. It makes me
feel tons better about myself.

	Of course, there are plenty of folks out there who look at
this and will say "Man! You're sick. How can you not like a woman over
a horse?" Well, that's a pretty good question actually. After all, all
of society pushes me in the direction of loving women. And of course,
my family pushes very hard for me to do so. So, in the past, I have
loved women and made love to women. Most were not a good match, but
one was. A very good match, but in the end, it didn't work out. I
*KNEW* that I would continue to be attracted to animals and I *KNEW*
that I would get my stallion some day and I *KNEW* that I would make
love to that horse and I *KNEW* that she would sue me for divorce over
such an episode if she caught me and take away everything that I have
worked so hard for.

	It's paranoia on my part, but it is a self serving paranoia
that I do not wish to get rid of. But the question remains, why do I
love stallions so much? Hmmmmm. I feel an essay coming on.

			 Why I Love Stallions
				  by
				 Me!

	Stallions are powerful animals, big, beautiful and intelligent
in their own special ways. They smell... so strong. They act... so
self assured. And they are formidable lovers. What could possibly
induce a human to become sexually attracted to a stallion?

	There are many varied reasons. Lots of little points and a
whole lifetime of psychological pushes that put me in the state that I
am in today. The three big reasons are as follows.

	1) I have a very strong case of Penis envy. This is a bit
strange since I am a man with the age old average penis size of six
inches fully erect. Not a single woman I have ever gone to bed with
has complained that my penis was too small. Not one. Yet, I want so
badly to have a huge penis, like the one that Did has. Mind you, I'd
probably pass out due to blood pressure drop if I had an erection with
such a huge penis, but that's okay. I'd still want one. And I look at
stallions and note that they have vascular penises. A penis that flops
out and slowly becomes engorged with blood. i.e., their penis is very
much like a humans penis in regards to how it takes a while to become
erect. When they start to get excited, you KNOW that they are getting
excited. You can watch the progress of their state of excitement and
you can quantitatively measure that state of excitement by how long
and hard their penis becomes. And the best part is that the stallion
enjoys it when a human helps them achieve that state of excitement.

	2)I like knowing that the creature that is so huge and
powerful can be excited and sexually satisfied by a creature such as
myself. It is the single greatest pleasure that I derive from Did.
Knowing that I can make him feel good. This is the same pleasure I got
from making love to women, the fact that I would just go on for hours
until I was sure that my partner had achieved an orgasm. (If getting
your pelvis crushed by her legs counts, then I guess I would give her
several orgasms a night, but I was never sure, so I kept going until I
could go no longer.)

	3) The stallion is a simple lover and an intensely erotic one
with his single mindedness with which he mates with the mares. The
stallion is also a selfish lover. He takes the mare while she is in a
state of desperate need. A state in which she will not refuse his
advances. The stallion takes advantage of this state and mounts the
mare and fornicates so vigorously that he sometimes damages the mare.
For some reason, I find this... intensity... very very very erotic.
The way that the stallion thrusts with the totally single minded goal
of achieving orgasm and to hell with anyone else strikes me as the
epitome strength. I like strong things.

	It's kind of hard to define love and lust in such a way that
everyone likes the definition and in such a way that the definition
applies to everyone. But for me, love and lust are tightly wound
together when I see a stallion trotting through a field. A stallion
*IS* lust. A stallion *IS* love. There is just no other way to put it.
They are one and the same.

Friday, September 14, 1990

	Well, got out of work early today. We finished tearing down a
small out-building and moving about fifteen billion left over cinder
blocks. That was kinda interesting. At any rate, the VERY first place
that I headed out to was (of course) to see Did. I got there at around
2:30. He was in wander around the paddock mode. I looked into the box
stall and noticed that it still had ten inches of the nastiest
smelliest gloppiest mud that I have ever been allowed to play in. I
got a wheelbarrow and a shovel and I shoveled the fucking thing out.
I'm TIRED of waiting for nature to dry the damn thing up. And it's
good I didn't wait either. The base is clay with seven years of mud
and horse shit on top of it. SO I shoveled it out and brought in new
dirt to fill it back up. I tamped it all down and thirty minutes after
I started, I had a walk in shed for bestial fornication! Of course, I
led Did in there and we had a little "talk". He's a fine and beautiful
creature.

	I grabbed the vaseline and the kleenex. To "clean him up some
more" of course;-) And so I started on a little fondling. About an
hour later I realized that I wasn't going to get very far and told Pam
that he simply wasn't cooperating for the venture. A side note. When
I have him tied up with his head out the window where he can see what
is going on, he cribs. He did this several times. I said stop it each
time and then he did it in rapid succession. I kicked him in the gut
and yelled "NO".

	He stopped. After a while he did it once again. I kicked him
in the gut and yelled "no". He stopped. A longer interval later he
cribbed again. I kicked him in the gut and yelled "no". During this
whole time, I was brushing him with my brush waiting for him to drop.
(Of course, there was the occasional reach under his belly to help
things along a bit.;-) He didn't wanna cooperate. NO problem. I left
him tied up to the corner facing away from the window so that he could
not see what was going on and I went and got him a bale of hay. I put
it in the shed right under his nose and he went at it. Not two minutes
later, he dropped.

	I took a handful of vaseline and rubbed my palms together to
warm it up. I then grabbed his penis and began to rub the length of
his penis with vaseline. At first he didn't like the feeling of it,
it's a bit cool to start, and then he decided that it felt all right.
I got underneath him and put my mouth over his glans and started to
stroke his penis from the head to the base in long firm strokes. He
was not erect yet, so his entire shaft kinda moved around like a big
snake.

	But he soon got firmer and harder and longer and before I knew
it he was fully erect with my mouth working on his glans the whole
time. I used firm, even strokes over the entire length of his shaft.
He stayed erect while I did this, but as soon as I stopped he began to
loose his erection. The entire time that I was doing this, he was busy
eating his hay. Then a thunderstorm rolled in and I decided to untie
him since he started to get the "wild eyed" look in his face that
indicated a bit of apprehension about storms.

	I had a wonderful time with Did doing something a bit new. I
have put myself right in front of him on several occasions and wrapped
my arms around his neck. Today, I put myself against his chest and he
put his head over my left shoulder. He kind of sighed and put a lot of
weight on me. I reached up and grabbed his neck and began to stroke
his crest and mane. I rubbed his cheeks and nose and his throat and
neck. He sighed. It was a real nice feeling.

	I grabbed his crest with both hands and pressed my hips into
chest, feeling his muscles under the surface of his skin. He feels so
strong and powerful. I like to imagine that I am a mare about to be
taken by his hugeness. I look up into his eyes while imagining this
and I start to rub against his chest with my pelvis. It takes less
then two minutes for me to come while doing this! DAMN! All the times
I have spent with Heidi, I NEVER came that fast. Not once. It always
took an hour or more, and the strangest thing about it was, that to
make it last longer, I simply thought about fucking women. But when I
finally wanted to come, i imagined that I was a stallion and this was
my mare and within ten strokes, I'd achieve orgasm.

	Tomorrow is the farrier. This should be interesting.

Saturday, September 15, 1990

	Did stood so well for Mr. Farrier the farrier that it was just
amazing. Even Mr. Farrier was commenting on how well he stood for the
trimming. Now Did's feet look just fine! A few more trims and his feet
should be looking real well. As it is, they look much much better than
they did just a few short hours ago. I also stopped by the
veterinarian's today. I *FINALLY* finished the friggin sort routine
for him. I am so embarrassed that it took so long. Oh well, maybe next
time I'll draw it up like I always have in the past and it'll go much
better than. That way I don't loose so much time with our battering. I
picked up thirty-two tubes of Tribessin for the "Acetinectobaceter"
which is, as Dr. S claims, the proper spelling of the bug in Did's
bladder.

	The blood test for his kidney function came back. Everything
is working just fine! This means that if the bacteria is cleared up,
he might, maybe, just maybe start producing sperm again. Now *THAT*
would be a bonus of owning this wonderful animal.

	It's a bit strange, but I have noticed that hardly anyone has
stallions around where Did is being kept. I think, if I manage to get
a place, that I might just go into business breeding mares. I'd own
nothing but stallions (and of course, at least *ONE* mare ;-) and just
get involved in provided mare owners with the service of "instant
sperm!". Should turn a few heads in the community I'm Sure.

	And today, a miracle of man and nature occurred. My apartment
got hit by a white tornado. Pam (for a proper fee of course) stopped
by my apartment and helped me clean the downstairs portion of the
apartment. It is amazing. It took about ten hours to do, but it is
immaculate now. It is so nice that I'm thinking of not living there
anymore so that it doesn't get messed up. "Well sir, is your apartment
still clean?" "Don't know Pam, I haven't been there in three months."

	Well, when it was all done and over with I knew a whole lot
more about Pam and Pam knows a whole lot more about me. It's funny,
but if she were to do it over again, she would not get married, and if
I were to start to get married, she's to shoot me so that I don't make
that mistake. It's funny. (In its own way I guess.) But when I got Pam
back home that evening, I tried my fun with Did, he side stepped three
times, so I decided to leave him alone. More later.
__________________________________________________________________
Cribbing: chewing on the wood in the stall. Often includes
windsucking, where the horse hooks his teeth over some ledge, pulls
back hard stretching out his head and neck, and gulps air.

Crest: the top of a horse's neck, where the mane grows from.

Farrier: fancy name for a horseshoer.