In the early summer of '97 I had the opportunity to play with a couple of zoo-experienced stallions. An longtime horse-owning zoo friend of mine who I'd been chatting with online for a few years moved a couple hours south of me and invited me over for what I assumed at the time was just a chance to hang out. In fact, I didn't think her horses were going to be there. She'd just arrived and last I'd talked with her, the horses were still in transit. Turns out they'd gotten in the night before.
We chatted, had dinner, watched TV, and moved a lot of furniture into place. It was getting late and I could tell she was running out of gas so I told her I was going to head home when she looked at me like I said something stupid. She pretty much ordered me to go play with the horses. She knew that's what I wanted, and that I was going to be too shy to ask. I told her I was grateful for her confidence - she knew I'd been playing with horses for several years and could play safely. She told me which of the stallions were the fun ones and went to bed. I was a shaky nervous wreck as I walked outside. I couldn't believe the opportunity to be with a stallion (or two!) had finally arrived.
Giving a ...ahem...blow-by-blow account of what happened over the course of the next several hours would take too long. The zoo-friendly stallions (both Peruvian Pasos, or Paso Finos, I don't remember which anymore) were every bit as awesome as I'd hoped. Both were pretty well hung, and one had very nice big low hanging balls. Getting them off was trivially easy. The paddock each stallion lived in had a common fence with a field of mares, a couple of which spent most of their time teasing the studs, who were in a nearly perpetual state of arousal. Both stallions were very easy to crump. One hand around the base near that ring of skin, and either my mouth or another hand right behind the head, and a few thrusts later....BAM. That first time sucking a stallion off was a bit scary - I didn't know if the flare was going to rip my jaw off or something, but the force behind the flare isn't as strong as I thought. When I finally left to go home I couldn't say if I had more horse cum on me or in me. I swallowed *A LOT* of horse jizz, and had it in my hair, up my nose, and all over my shirt and pants. I'd gotten each stallion off four or five times, maybe? As you might expect, as the hours passed they came less every time, but it was still amazing to see it squirt out of them.
The mares were kind enough to let me screw them while the stallions recovered.
The other two stallions were actually friendly as well and loved to be played with, but they never did get off for me. Plenty of precum, but no jizz. One of them LOVED to have his asshole played with, and would drop and bellyslap if you gave it a good rub.
I've been with a handful of stallions since. Only one was in the league of the two I played with that night. It was the most amazing six hours of debauchery I'm likely ever to experience.