| I saw that on another forum.The author leaves a comment at the end.This story contains bestiality between a male human and a male horse. If this offends you, please stop reading.One warm spring night, I planned a little excursion to see a mare I was visiting on occasion near my house. When I got there after midnight, there was a fog moving through the cooling air, and a full moon above. The mare was there, but wasn't really in the mood that night, which was a bit depressing. I didn't force her, though. I'd just come back some other time and hopefully catch her in heat. Two of the geldings came over, though, so I pet them instead while listening to the crickets. The one gelding was fairly pushy, and I obliged with some scratches of those had to reach places that horses love (behind the ears, etc.) I them moved further back, and ran my hand over his silky-soft sheath, then back over the bulge that would have held his testicles. He 'dropped' for me, and his penis was crusted and was in need of a wash. I made a mental note to myself to bring something portable next time to clean him up. I figured if the owner found him suddenly clean he might get the hint (if your gelding or stallion shows up with a squeaky-clean penis, you now know who to thank for it :-)Anyway, I took his big member and tried to clean it as best as I could, and then knelt down and took the semi-hard end into my mouth. He flared slightly, the big head filling my mouth briefly, then subsided. I stuck my tongue into the tip, a small recessed area that conceals the opening unlike that of a mans. I ran my tongue around in there, cleaning it out for him, and then went back to just petting and scratching him. He then decided to challenge another horse and took off for a second, and then forgot about me and started eating the dewy grass. Strike two, I guessed. I was thinking that I should head home, but then another beautiful chestnut horse who had never let me get close to before, was standing there rubbing himself on a tree. I felt for the poor guy, all itchy in places he couldn't scratch, so I walked up to him (with a brief introduction on the way by) and moved to his rear, to see exactly where he was itchy.Well, his tail was slightly to his side, and he was scratching his butt. I thought, "ow, don't do that! Splinters!", and decided I could do a gentler job of that. I put my hand between his ass and the tree, and gently rubbed his big hole, and the soft skin around it. He was still pressing back, almost crushing my hand.It was the first time I had touched a male horse's ass, and I had to say it really was turning me on. I pulled my hand away, licked my fingers (tasting a bit of his feces) and I then slid my wet fingers around his now slippery hole. The normal mucus around his hole mixed with my spit made a very good lube, and I popped a finger inside his ass as I adjusted my pants, which were beginning to feel uncomfortable. His hole puckered, the strong horse muscles gripped my finger fairly tightly in a soft, very warm blanket of flesh. Wow.I realized that I had never considered sex with these particular male horses because they were gelded, and could not come, and with respect to anal sex I just assumed they would not have been interested. As I moved my finger around inside that big, hot, muscular hole, and heard the gentle happy sighs of the big horse, I realized he would not mind if I came inside of him. My heart raced at the thought. Again, wow.First, though, we'd need a bit more lube, and I just did what seemed obvious: I lifted his tail and kissed him on the ass. First gently, then deeply, sticking my tongue as deep as I could. His relaxed hole then puckered, gripping my tongue tightly. I finished the kiss, and tasted bits of his grit in my mouth. I spit out as much as I could, thinking briefly that I might get worms. I decided it was well worth the risk, though, and kissed him again, my arms wrapping around his big ass. He moved back into me a bit, which I found most erotic. The tree was still there, and I felt my head might get crushed into his butt. What a way to die.I then grabbed the concrete block, and had to set it up on end (made a mental note to bring a milk crate or something more stable next time) and then started rubbing under his tail again while I undid my pants. I rubbed the area between his ass and his tail for a second, then went up on the block...He looked at me, then looked away, nodding gently. I felt exposed up there behind the big guy, looking down at his big backside in the moonlight. I took my penis and rubbed it's precum around the tip and pressed it gently against his hole. I pushed forward slightly, and he pressed slightly backwards, and I felt a pop as his hole yeilded and my penis was engulfed inside.The feeling, of course, is difficult to explain. You just have to try it. The horse has a warmer body temperature than a human's, so, as with dog sex, it feels, well, hot. Also, even though horses are able to handle something the size of a fist going through his/her anus, the muscles do grab fairly tightly. Then there's just the act itself: You look down, and realize that you are penetrating the anus of a very powerful animal, one weighing half a ton, able to kick you to death, or just walk away, but he really loves it. Your hands are around his big ass, the skin of your thighs is tickled by his tail which he holds slightly to the side for you, as well as by his soft fur on the back of his legs and the cool breeze. I wondered briefly just how many people have done this. I knew of none, at the time, and that too felt exciting.I leaned in a bit, over his ass, as it turns out that a horse's ass is slightly set back, so to get full penetration you have to lean in. I didn't last very long, and started to feel the inevitable and unstoppable climax coming. The moment is still in my mind, the placement of my one hand on his side, the other hand around his tail where I was massaging the base of his tail with my thumb, the taste of him still in my dry mouth... I shot wave after wave of cum into his bowels, emptying my testicles over and over again to the point where it was almost painful. I stayed inside him for a while afterward, still massaging the smooth skin under his tail with my thumb. I felt myself getting hard again inside him, but decided I'd give him a break in case I was making him uncomfortable in any way (which I doubted, but I wanted to be sure.)I moved the block back so a horse would not get hurt on it, and came back to him to thank him. I let him smell my finger and penis, which he was very interested in, and he took a quick lick of his and my mingled scents. I hugged him for a while, scratching him, before promising to come back soon. Didn't want him to get any splinters if he gets itchy again, you know.Hope you enjoyed the story. If you have any comments, or want to share any similar experiences, feel free to contact me at runspotrunspot (AT) yahoo (dot) comThanks, Spot.