Stories : Deep Breeding

Before I moved to Kansas City, I lived on a farm. My parents bred and raised Arabian horses, they also had a few cows in the back pasture and several pigs in the pen. At the time I did not realize it, but I had a great childhood. I loved the horses and would ride every chance I could get. My mother was into Dressage, and she would try to get me to ride English, pushing me to use an English saddle and post when I rode but I hated it, and intentionally made myself look bad when I did, so that she would give up and just let me ride Western. One of my favorite things to do was to lie on my horse’s back and just look up and watch the clouds pass by.

As I got older my interests changed, all I wanted to do was party, have sex and “get the hell off that damn farm”.   My parents let me sell my horse to get my first car, after that I was never around, always going into town, cursing for guys and sneaking into the local bar with my fake ID to suck a couple of straight guys that would let me go down on them around the back once they were drunk enough.

After I moved to the city I swore I would never live on a farm again but when I was laid off from my job and unemployed for over a year, I started to look for farm work out of desperation.

Old man Jones had a farm about a half mile from my parents place. He always kept to himself and married late in life. My folks had told me that he was looking to get help because he was getting too old to keep up the chores. Mr. Jones was a horse breeder, but bread Pintos. It is a good business and lots of hard work. I called him and we set up a time for me to come check out the farm and for us to chat.

When I got to his place he was out in the back pasture breeding a mare that must have been brought from out of town. Mr. Jones was there with two other men and his son Tyson, who I had not seen in years. Because old man Jones married late, Tyson was younger than me, about 24, and as rough as they come. He is about 5 foot 11 with a very broad chest, huge arms, and stocky legs.

The stallion was just getting hard as I pulled up, by the time I got out of my truck he was on top of the mare, fucking her and biting her neck. I looked over at Tyson and I could swear he was hard, and getting harder as he watched the stud breed the mare. Once the stud was done, old man Jones came over to me and invited me into the his office. We chatted for a while about all the changes in the area and the work I would be doing. He told me to be there by 4am the next morning to get started.

I showed up and was met by Tyson. After a short conversation about the neighbors and an introduction to the work I was off on my own, cleaning stalls, staking hay, and being the stable hand, which I was not too thrilled about, but I needed the money and knew the work.

After a week or so I got to know the horses pretty good, there was one named Spot that I really liked. She was sweet and followed me around, just like a puppy. After work, to relax, I would lie on her back and watch the clouds go by to relax before heading back home, just as I did when I was younger.

Yesterday, after work, I was relaxing on Spot when Tyson came up to me and asked if I wanted to go for a ride with him. How could I refuse that offer!

I threw a bridle on Spot and Tyson saddled up the stallion, Ranger, and we met for the ride at the gate. Tyson asked me if I wanted to saddle Spot, and I told him that I preferred Bareback, hoping he would know what I was implying. He seemed to ignore the comment and we were off.

After ridding for about 30 minutes Tyson came up next to me and said; “So, you like to ride bareback hu”?. I about fell off my horse. I relied, “ya, it’s.. more natural, I feel closer to the horse when I ride Bareback, it’s a better ride.” Without even looking at me he said: “You know, I used to jerk off while watching you suck Dave, behind the bar on third street when I was a kid. My dad would drop me off at the movies so he could go to the bar, I would met him out back to go home. We met out back so no one would know he left me alone at the movies while he went to get drunk. One night, I heard noise behind the dumpster. It was you, on your knees, with Dave’s dick in your mouth.” So that was his name, Dave, I thought. Before I could close my mouth and open it to respond, he said; “Suck my dick.”  as he rubbed his clothed crotch with his hand and started to dis-mount Ranger.

I was speechless and just followed his lead, I got off Spot, tied her up, turned around, and Tyson was standing next to his horse, with a his cock sticking straight out of his unzipped jeans. I walked over, got on my knees and started to lick around the base of his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands said “Open up” and pulled my head onto his cock so hard that I almost gaged as his balls slammed into my chin. His crotch smelled all man, his pubic hair was course, and his balls hung low.

He started to fuck my face and moan, loudly. It occurred to me that he might not have ever done this before, or maybe he was even a virgin, but whatever the case, it was amazing.

As he fucked my face I let go completely, sucking and tightening my lips, but relaxing my head and throat as he pushed and pulled my head over his cock using his two huge hand. I felt like a rag doll as his cock filled my throat and the smell of his manhood filled my nose.

Without saying a word, he pushed me back and I fell on my ass. He leaned over, bent down, got on his knees, and started to pull my pants off. He was pulling at the bottom of the legs. I unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my pants as fast as I could. As soon as they were unbuttoned they went flying, he yanked my tighty whities down, flipped me over and shoved his cock in my ass.

There was nothing I could do but scream and try to relax. The pain was intense, but so was his pleasure. He thrust his cock in and let out a loud “umph” as he arched his back to get his cock all the way in.

Instinctually I pulled away, tried to squirm out from under him, but I could not move, I was pinned by this bull of a man.

He ground his cock in my ass, moving from side to side, round and round. The pain started to subside and I could feel his warm cock take over every inch of my hole. Just as I was starting to get comfortable he pulled back, but pulled back so far his cock fell out of my ass. Again, he thrust his cock in my ass with all his might. I lost my breath and started to pass out, I was floating in a daze as he started to pump my ass with his hard cock, using his entire body to fuck me.

As I started to clear and come back to consciousness I realized that there was cum dripping out of my ass, and that he had already cum, but had not slowed down a bit. His jizz helped a lot, as his cock slide in and out of my cum-filled hole.

The pain slowly turned to pleasure and I arched my back to welcome his cock. Evidently this was not what he wanted, he pushed my ass down and started to pound me with every bit of strength he had. As he was fucking me he grabbed me by my chin with one hand and had a fist full of my hair in the other. Again he had my head under his control, yanking my hair and pulling my head back by the chin.

As he pumped I could hear him mumble something that sounded like “fuck you” and “take that”. In response I started to plead; “stop, oh, please stop” in my most helpless voice. That seemed to be just what he was hoping for, he let go of my hair and put his hand around my mouth, stopping me from saying anything as he took my ass.

I pretended to want to get away, to struggle, and I think he believed me, I think he though I was scared and hurt. The more I struggled, the harder he fucked until with one final thrust, I felt his cock jump in my ass, spraying cum deep into me.

He laid on top of me for about 10 minutes, until he started to snore just a little. He got up, pulled up his pants, and rode off. Leaving me fucked, truly fucked.

It has been a week now and he has not acknowledged what happened nor has he asked me to go riding again, but I am hoping that he will someday take me and breed me again.

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