Actaeon and the Stallion

Some stallions can be ornery as heck; others can be pussycats. This one, fortunately, turned out to be one of the latter. This encounter (which happened over a year ago) was (as far as I can recall) the first time I'd "been" with a stallion, due mostly to nervousness about being kicked into several small and barely-identifiable pieces. :)

I had permission to be on the property, but I had been invited for "other" reasons. During a break, when no one was watching, I entered the barn where the stallion was kept. The same barn also housed a couple of mares; I was still intimidated by the thought of being in the same stall with a stallion, so I started with the mares. Neither of them were in heat, so while they tolerated my massaging their vulvas and clitorises, they didn't seem to get off on it. I don't even remember if they winked at me. However, they at least allowed me to pleasure them, until I had a very nice mare scent on my fingers.

Unresponsive mares are not as powerful a turn-on as mares in heat, so I thanked them for their time and left their stalls. I then walked over to the stallion's stall. He approached the stall door and stuck his head out to me; I let him sniff my fingers, keeping the back of my hand to him so that he couldn't bite. He snorted and snuffed at my fingers, occasionally flehmening (the lip-curl gesture that allows an animal to more keenly identify strange scents), but kept his teeth closed and his ears more or less forward, so he wasn't being agressive.

I craned my neck to see between his hind legs; he was starting to drop. With my free hand I stroked his forehead, cheeks and chin; he continued to sniff and flehmen. He was the perfect gentleman: not once did he try to nip at me. He was quite content just to savor the aroma, and who can blame him? I even ran my hand down his neck and reached down to scratch his chest, then moved up to his ears and around the sides of his jaws. He was in heaven. :)

I looked down again and saw that he was still dropped. So, with beating heart and more than a couple nervous glances in either direction, I quietly slid the door latch to one side and walked in. Closing the stall door behind me, I offered the stud some words of reassurance as I stroked his neck and shoulders. I ran my hand over his back and through his mane, and down his side.

My eyes rarely left the lower portion of him, however. :) If this were a beastie story, I would use some sort of exaggerated lingo to describe his genitalia, but hey, he's a stallion. Those of you who know what's down there don't need any special words from me: you've been there, done that. :)

He was side-on to me, still nuzzling my outstretched hand. I slowly kneeled down, keeping one hand on his flanks so he would know I was there and not suddenly swing around and pin me to the wall. From here I had a perfect view of his genitals. His testes seemed smaller than I had expected; he may have been just two or three years old; I'm not sure. His penis was mostly extended, but not yet hard: it hung loose from the sheath.

By this point, he had partly lost interest in smelling my fingers; my arm was beginning to tire anyway. So I crab-walked a couple of steps until I was squatting next to his nether regions, facing his hindquarters; my back was now to his face and I couldn't see his head without turning around.

His penis was fairly clean, but I was reluctant to touch it just yet, let alone take it into my mouth. This was, after all, my first attempt, long before I found ASB & the Forest, so I was still on my own. Also, prior to my having met this stallion, I had had other encounters with male dogs, and I knew some of them didn't like to have their penises touched directly. I was concerned stallions might be the same way, so I moved gingerly.

I put one hand on his flanks and worked my way slowly down to the side of his sheath, stroking gently so as not to startle him. After several of these, I got bold and held my hand on the sheath itself. It felt like a very thick electric blanket: warm, soft, and yielding easily to the touch. I held my hand there for a long moment, kneading it, moving it back and forth.

The stallion never objected to this, and instead I began to feel this pressure in the small of my back. The stallion was nuzzling me through my jacket. :) Not biting, just teasing with his lips and light pressure from his teeth, much as he would tease a mare. I was very flattered, and much relieved.

My confidence buoyed, I slid my hand back to his testes, which, like his sheath, were very warm to the touch and very soft. Soft, yet firm, if such a thing is possible. My memory is a little rusty at this point, but I believe the scrotum was covered by a very fine layer of hair. Either way, it was a very powerful feeling: I was holding a stallion's testes in my hand(s), and he was responding to my touch as he would to a mare he was teasing.

I can't recall if I ever held his testes with both hands; I may have had my free hand curled around his belly, stroking the flanks on the side away from me while I caressed his genitals with my other hand. I may also have needed to hold him that way in order to maintain my balance; my feet were getting sore from squatting, and my legs were a little weak, of course.

I shifted postition, making sure I wasn't going to kneel in manure, and took the opportunity to examine my hand. It was almost black in places from all the smegma, and when I brought it to my face I was hit with a very strong, musky horse smell: extremely intoxicating.

Once the feeling had begun to return to my legs, I resumed my caresses. I continued with his testes, running my fingers along the sides and across the cleft between them. One was indeed lower than the other, and, if memory serves, one was slightly in front as well, presumably to aid in streamlining. Isn't nature wonderful? :)

All this time, the stallion continued to nuzzle the back of my jacket, and by now his penis was fully extended, though still not erect. Hopefully, I would soon change that. :)

[Note for the stallion-impaired :) -- It is possible for a male horse (stallion or gelding) to fully extend his penis without achieving erection: it simply hangs loose. Horses often do this just before and after urinating: they rarely urinate with their penises retracted into their sheaths, although a protrusion of only a few inches is sufficent. A stallion will frequently urinate through a partially extruded penis, then extend it all the way and get an erection, slapping his penis against his belly.]

I moved my hand from his testes, down his sheath, and to the base of his penis, and felt him starting to harden under my touch. Gently, I cupped the end of his penis in my other hand and held it up to take a closer look.

Instead of a slit (as is depicted in so many beastie stories), the opening to the urethra is actually a little mound called the urethral process, which is usually situated in a small depression (like the lava dome inside the crater of Mt. St. Helens, for lack of a better analogy :). Within that small mound there is a hole (_not_ a slit). Some breeds of horse may differ slightly from this, but I believe this to be the norm. If any of you have more detailed information, feel free to send me corrections, JPEGs, and videos. :) In one video I saw, of a stallion that had just ejaculated, the hole was enormous, fully the size of the afore-mentioned little mound, as though it had expanded to accomodate the flow of semen, which wouldn't be surprising.

The head of a horse's penis is different from a man's also. Instead of a tulip-shaped head with a clear demarcation from the shaft, a horse's glans gradually tapers up to the head, which is more of a beret-shaped affair than a tulip. When a stallion enters a mare, the head "flares" out, so the sides of the "beret" expand outwards until the glans can be several inches across. This is why giving a stallion a blow job can be fun..._once_. :)

This stallion was not yet flared, and, at the risk of spoiling the ending, never did. Evidently human body temperature isn't enough to inflate the "beret." But he did let me run my hands over the end of his penis, stroking the edge of his glans with my thumb and forefingers. I knew that the glans was more sensitive than the shaft, and this turned out to be true: stroking the shaft produced little reaction, but caressing the glans resulted in an immediate stiffening of the penis. A few strokes around the rim of the "beret" were all that were required to keep this horse hard.

Stroking the base of his penis was also highly effective, especially if I ran a finger or thumb across the underside, right in front of the sheath. I've read more than once that horse breeders would check for semen flow during mating by holding the base of the stallion's penis, and even during semen collection with an artificial vagina, one person specifically referred to rubbing a finger here. My guess is that this is exactly where a mare's clitoris would touch him; this may be the secret ingredient that turns him on. I was able to keep this stallion fully erect simply by sliding one hand back and forth over his glans, while rubbing a finger of my other hand under the base of his penis.

I kept this up for some time, and was rewarded with a weak jet of thin, clear fluid, followed by a few more. This was pre-cum and, regrettably, it was all I got from him. However, he was still nibbling my back when he came. :)

His penis soon went limp, and as it withdrew, he gave one last squirt of pre-cum. Before he'd retracted entirely, however, I acted on impulse and took a chance. I bent down, lifted the end of his penis to my mouth, and gave it one brief kiss before it vanished back inside his sheath. It tasted wonderful. :)

I rose shakily to my feet and let the stallion smell my hands, which were now soaked with a mixture of horse sweat, smegma, and pre-cum. I don't know who liked the smell more: he or I. :) He flehmened two or three times, but did not drop again. In gratitude for his performance and his acceptance of me, I hugged him around the neck, gave him a good rub-down, and left my own semen in his stall. (It was either that, or walk home like John Wayne: "Ya like ta part ma hair with _that_ one, Pilgrim." :)

As I was zipping up, the horse owner--showing preternatural timing--chose that moment to return to the barn. I scratched the horse's neck one last time, and made a very calm, very non-chalant exit, trying not to show on my face what I felt in my heart.

I was a very happy zoo. :)