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From: phmorgan@nyx.cs.du.edu (Phillip Morgan)
Subject: White Horse
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 92 10:24:43 GMT

			     White Horse
				  by
			     Pony Lover

	Just something that happened to me a while ago. I expect that
some of you will find it boring, however, it might show a few people
what sort of things a real animal lover does.

	I walked along the fence line, gazing out across the pasture
in the moonlight. This place is divided into several small areas with
a couple of horses in each. When I reached the one I wanted I climbed
through the barbed wire and started to search for my friend.

	I'm not sure whether to call him a small horse or a large
pony. He's big enough to be a horse, but he's built like a pony and
has a thick, off-white coat like several other ponies I've known. He's
also got a strong personality and doesn't take any shit from anyone,
horse or human.

	When I found him he was standing by the joining fence to the
next yard, flirting with the little bay pony mare next door. She was
in heat, standing along the fence with her legs spread and her tail
straight up. My gelded friend was trying to nibble on her back, and I
could see his cock pulsing underneath him. He nipped her over the base
of her tail and she jumped out of his reach and squealed at him. Legs
still spread she crouched down a little and tried to piss, but had
obviously run out some time before. He raised his cock up to press
against the thick fur on his belly for a few moments, then turned to
look at me watching them. His ears went back a bit, he didn't want me
to watch. I sighed and tried talking to him, I was getting pretty
turned on by this show and I wanted to keep watching them and perhaps
join in if they were willing. But he kept his ears back and glared at
me until I left.

	I wandered around to see the other horses that are kept there.
None of them are interested in playing around with me, I've asked
before. I spent something like an hour going around all the others
scratching them behind the ears and along their necks and where ever
else they wanted to be scratched or petted. Eventually I arrived back
at my friend's yard.

	The little mare was gone, leaving just the sharp, spicy smell
of a mare in heat behind. The gelding was dozing with his rump against
the fence post. He yawned and stretched when he saw me walking towards
him. I walked up and said hello, this time he was pleased to see me,
even though he's not a very affectionate horse. I gave him a pat and
almost wore my fingernails off scratching behind his right ear until
he'd had enough. Then I slid my hand along his flank and down under
his belly.

	He didn't react, so I moved my hand further, over his sheath.
At that he turned and looked at me. I crouched down beside him and
looked back up at his liquid brown eyes. I moved my hand on his sheath
and felt his dick start to swell inside it, moving down towards the
entrance. He gave a little sigh and turned his head forward again.
The end of his foreskin appeared at the entrance of his sheath and I
slid my thumb and forefinger around it and massaged gently. His
foreskin grew and tightened until the head of his dick popped out of
the end. I started using my middle finger to stroke the back of his
now exposed shaft while my thumb and forefinger stayed on his
foreskin. As he kept growing I started to move my hand along his cock,
coaxing him out to his full length.

	It didn't take long to get him out to his full seven inches,
just a nice handful I thought. I slid my hand up and down his length
for a while, feeling him pulsing gently in time to his heartbeat. I
looked up. His head was down and his eyes half closed, a horse who was
very obviously relaxed.

	I raised my other hand and closed it over the head of his
cock. With a grunt he arched his back and pulled his cock up to try
and touch the tip against his belly. His tail lifted and he put his
head down further, between his forelegs. All this pulled his sheath
back to expose more of him so I used both hands to cover his full
length. His rump rocked a little, not thrusting, but just rocking in
time to my stroking. His cock was no longer pulsing, but was as hard
as a bone in my hands. I kept rubbing him this way until I felt the
muscles trying to pull his cock up start to relax. I took my hand off
the head of his cock and he almost immediately relaxed and let his
cock go back to its gentle throbbing.

	He was still hard so I kept up my stroking, concentrating on
the back and sides of his cock which he couldn't rub against his belly
when he was masturbating. I was able to use both hands on him to get
him really hard another four or five times before he seemed to have
had enough. The little mare had evidently left him quite horny, I am
usually lucky to get him to do that more than once. But eventually his
erection began to soften and shrink back up towards his sheath. I kept
patting his sheath as he grew smaller, and folded his foreskin back
over the head of his cock when it was small enough. Just before he
pulled his cock completely into his sheath I leaned over and kissed
the end of his foreskin. I don't usually use my mouth on this horse
because his owner doesn't seem to believe in keeping him clean.

	Once his cock was completely withdrawn I stood up and stepped
over to his head. He sniffed over my hands, curious about the smell of
his own cock mingled with my own scent. I gave him a pat on the neck
and he thumped his head against my stomach and rubbed the side of his
head against me, covering my clothes with horse hair. When he'd
finished that he just pressed his head against my front and dozed off,
looking very contented.