My name is TREVOR. A few years ago I was up all night lost in a frenzied marathon session of watching p*** while fapping, hoping to find a casual hookup with someone online who’s equally as h**** as I am. At the same time however, I was equally content just to stay home and watch highly charged s***** content catering to my various depraved but fabulous paraphilias. Later on in the night, without overtly searching him out, I managed to find my way into a very open conversation with a man who seemed to share many of the same mouth-watering c***-stiffening proclivities as I had. We chatted a while, traded some pictures, and just as I expected he eventually asked if I’d like to meet with him sometime. Well, I’m not one to squander an opportunity and since we did hit it off, and since I was sporting an extreme b****, I agreed that we definitely should meet sometime. As we continued to chat, the whens and wheres and whys regarding this rendezvous began to crystalize. He had mentioned that he lived a good distance outside of town in a more rural area than I usually find myself in. Especially if I’m looking for s**. Across the city to the seedier sections of Downtown was about as far as I travelled for a good time. Unless of course it was a nice night and I felt like going on a drive down the interstate with no clothes on showing off to other drivers. He continued on and told me of his house and the land that he owned. He spoke of gardens and creeks and his beloved animals. With none more more important to him than his horses. He had one in particular who happened to be his favorite. A thoroughbred that he’d had for 3 years named Thunder. As we continued to talk, his questions and invitations were obviously taking bloom from the seeds of things I’d shared earlier regarding my canine s***** experiences. After taking his time at first, he finally let me know that he would love to see me s*** his horse off. For me this was a next level sort of offer. I was definitely intrigued but was admittedly unsure if I could follow through with it. Still, how often do these opportunities come along? So, I agreed. 3 days later the weekend rolled around and I found myself at his place. A paradise in the middle of nowhere. When I arrived he told me clothes aren’t necessary and that if I was comfortable with it to please go ahead and get naked. So I did and after talking a while and having a few drinks he showed me around his place. Eventually we walked out to the stables. I was surprised and unusually embarrassed to find out there were 3 other guys there. Right on cue my c***, which had become semi relaxed during my time there, immediately hardened again. He leaned over and said not to worry or be embarrassed. His help were accustomed to guys coming around. He also told me they were there to assist while I s*** the horse’s d*** which I could see hanging at an impressive length even in a state of partial arousal. Everyone was waiting as though the fun couldn’t begin without me. He asked me, while he fumbled around with last minute settings to his camera, if I’d like to start but I hesitated and told him I’d changed my mind. I didn’t think I could do it but that I’d be willing to do other stuff if he wanted. He was visibly disappointed but didn’t harass me over it and told me he thought this might happen so he prepared an alternative. He walked me over to a shelf and removed a container from it. He told me that over the last 3 days since we messaged, plus two days prior to that, his hired help had consistently extracted s**** from Thunder and saved it. It was everyone’s hope, that along with other playful activities, they would be able to talk me into drinking it just to satisfy their desire to see something k****. An act of total uninhibited depravity. Well, being the intense s**** lover that I am and knowing how often I had been willing to swallow dog c** I wasted no time agreeing to do it. You could see the devilish delight in their eyes. What an experience. I took the lid off the container, slowly lifted it up to my nose to smell it. I winced a little at the scent. I shook it in a circular motion to swirl and mix it. As I watched it flow and move I noticed thicker clumps in it than I’d seen before in j***. The measurement markers on the side indicated that it was slightly over a pint. The smell was really strong but that just made me want to do it more. So I took a breath, put the large cup to my lips and began letting it pour into my mouth. I loved it. A powerful taste part bitter part salty with a definite undercurrent of sour. Sort of like milk that had turned. As I continued to swallow this elixir of animal sperm and reproductive glandular excretions, occasionally a cottage cheese like clump would be present. I would chew it a little then gulp it down too. As I took my time allowing myself to orally enjoy every equine drop of Thunders milk of male virality I noticed all the guys jacking off while watching me. That only enhanced the pleasure of what I was doing. Finally I finished drinking all of it and to this day that is one of my most memorable moments of forbidden fun I’ve ever had. I never did hook up with him again and I really couldn’t say why but I did learn one thing from that unusual happening…as a rich musky beverage, I can say definitively that i like horse c**. I also learned that my personal limitations must be far fewer than I thought. And if I ever get the chance again to actually s*** a horses c*** I’ll probably be quick, like a good f*****, to get on my knees, open my eager mouth, and gladly take in one Hell of a throat full. I can hardly wait.
