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This is the second installment of Mr.   New Stallion-owner's  journal.    I  am
posting  it  for  him  via  this no-name account to protect everyone's privacy.
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Saturday, September 1, 1990-

This afternoon I managed to spend time  with  Did again.   He was real nice and
quiet,  doing his lazy saturday afternoon droopy sleepy thing.   I  started  to
brush  him  and  he  stood  nice  and still.   I spent some time doing my usual
fondling and he started to get nice and  hard for me.   Not rock hard yet,  but
real long.   I think I know why he gets shitty in the evenings as of  the  past
few  days.    I don't think he is getting enough to eat.   He gets BITCHY after
he's done eating.   But the afternoons it's REAL easy to get all his attention,
cuz he's spending his time in doze mode.

Hell, I managed to get a nice mouthfull of horse cock today!  I started to pump
and suck and he got thick, but not hard.   I also started a new ploy to getting
him excited.  I put my hand on his prepuce when it's extended, if he gets drawn
and shows his glans I reward him with a chunk of carrot!  It seems to work!  He
started getting drawn more quickly as this excersise went on.   Should be good!
All I have to do is keep it up.  (he he)

Sunday, September 2, 1990-

Sigh!   Sho nuff!  The lazy afternoon syndrome is what gets did quiet enough to
be handled wiht ease.   Kinda funny.   We  got a pump from the river working so
that we could spray the paddock down with water to  keep  the  dust  down.    I
decided  to  use this opportunity to start scrubbing did's sheath,  prepuce and
penis down to get rid of  the  excess  of  smegma.   DAMN good fun!   And I get
called a "good owner" when I do so!  But I am getting ahead of myself.

Did has been used as a farm animal for 10 years.  He knows about step around g,
step around hah,  come around g, come around hah, back up, step up and has even
learned to trot on command when he gets used as a  cart  horse.    So  today  I
wanted  to  see  what  he knows.   We used a single ear bridle and a split bit.
Then we put together  a  surcingle  of  sorts  to  keep the reins from flopping
around his legs.   He did done good!   Backed up and g'd and hah'd with out any
problems whatsoever.   Then Pam thought it would be a good idea to get  on  his
back to give him some weght and get used to doing this with a rider.

Things went well for a while, until....  Shit!  What a rodeo!  He got too close
to  the  electric fence.   I started to make him come around g to get away from
the fence but he backed up instead.   In my momentary indexcretion ;-) I pulled
back on the reins and said "Whoa".   Wrong move batman.  He was already backing
up when I started puling on the  reins.   He kept right on going,  listening to
the reins instead of my voice.   Shit,  right into  the  electric  fence.    He
panicked,   but  not  enough  to take off at a run.   He stopped because I kept
saying "whoa" and left the pressure off the reins.   As soon as he stopped,  we
got pam off his back and I started  right  up again.   This time I made sure he
was in the center of the paddock before I tried the  "come  around"  and  "step
around" commands.  This time he listened!  No problems.  Good horse!

Well, we got the hose working and started spraying down the paddock.   THen the
thought  occured  to  give  him  a  bath.   He liked it!   I decided to use the
opportunity to clean out his  sheath  and  prepuce.    He didn't get hard and I
wasn't about to grab his glans and hang from it to pull that sucker out.  Hell,
the penile retractor muscle is sooo strong he could probably pull his penis  in
when  it's  fully  erect!   So I just fingered around his sheath and pulled out
major chunks of smegma.  "This stuff aint water soluble" says I! So Pam digs up
a jar of "Bag  balm!"  I  LOVE  it!    That  is  so  fucking funny I almost die
laughing!   She goes off to do her chores and I take did to the walk in shed to
aply liberal doses of "Bag balm" to help break up the smegma.

Boy did I ever balm those bags!  Took about 8 minutes, but a handfull of grease
and some persistance can get most stallions that are used to having thier penis
handled hard.   ANd he DID get hard.  Kinda fully drawn.  You know, semi erect,
fully thick but not rock hard.   When  I  read  the  instructions,   they  said
"Throughly massage the bag balm into the skin of your cow/goat/sheep whatever".
he  he....    Did got pretty hard while I did that!   I went away and about ten
minutes later came back.   I had since wiped off my hands.   I began to scratch
Did's underline,  his signal to get drawn,  (Well, evetually it's to get drawn,
for now it's just to drop)  and  he  did!    I grabbed a handful of prepuce and
massaged and sooner than I would have thought he got  REAL  hard.    His  glans
flared  up  and  he started to slap his penis against his belly.   I put a hand
just behind his glans and it flared up  even  more and he shot out a big wad of
pre-come fluid.   His scrotum was suckedup real tight.   He was REALLY enjoying
this!  Makes me feel damn good!

It's kind of weird,  I have had did for about two weeks now.   I am starting to
get used to the idea that yes,  I honest to god have a horse now.   A stallion,
with great big balls and a nice throbbing penis to match.   But more  important
than  that,   I have these strange feelings running through my mind now.   I am
starting to feel, well, more stable.  I am begining to look forward to my daily
visits with  more  enthusiasm.    I  am  starting  to  get  complacent about my
employment.   (Hell!   I used to wander from job to job every few months or  at
least  every  year to year and a half!) Now I am more interested in staying put
in one place so that I  can  seriously  start thinking about buying my land and
barn.   I need a place to keep did that is more private than where  I  am  now.
sigh.....

Well,  I left Did alone for about 15 minutes and did other things,  like shovel
out horse shit.   DAMN!   He shits alot!   TONS!   I dont fucking know where he
gets  the  raw  materials to make all that shit with!   1.5 whellbarrow fulls a
day!  I don't give him that much hay and grain all day!  (Okay okay, so maybe I
do, plus some.   But JEEzus.   what quantities of shit!  The hay must be pretty
compact I guess.    I  dunno.    Maybe  he  has  a  built  in "turd fllufer" or
something....) Well, when I got done with that, I went back to his shed, he was
nice and quiet and standing still.   I started scratching his underline  again,
he dropped again (of course;-), and this time I got the ole tongue working.  He
actually got hard and humping!   YOWZA!  And so fucking soon.   But then again,
he  HAS been exposed to this kind of treatment in the past.   I'll have to give
it some time before it gets to be like it has been.

Oh yes!   I picked out his feet again and used the hose to scrub them out.   He
lets me pick them up,  but he has been  starting to put his weight on me when I
have his feet in hand.   He did that once and I let go,  then he tried it again
and I just stepped out to the side and pulled his foot WAY up!   The silly shit
damn near fell over!  "That's right did, fall over!  See if I even TRY and help
you out!  I just might jump on yer fucking neck and hold you down while I scrub
out yer feet you stooooopid horse!" He  didn't  try  anything  dumb  like  that
again, today at least.  ;-)


MOnday, Sept 3, 1990- 

Labor day!  Spent a good 3 hours with the Did monster today.   Nothing amazing.
Just a few grabs and licks and such not.

Tuesday, Sept 4, 1990-

Well, I got there and Did was-a-waiting!   RIght up by the fence.   Today was a
bit chilly for this time of year.  It was about 75f.  According to Pam, did had
been  running around in his paddock all day long.   He was feeling good.   REAL
good!   I took him into the walk in shed and started my usual brushing routine.
Hell,  he kept looking outside with  his  ears  all pricked up and kept swaying
back and forth.   "Oh my gawwwd!   He's weaving!   That's supposed to be a  bad
habbit!    Holy  shit!   What do I do now?" I decided to try smacking him a few
times when he did that,  but he just looked so intensely pissed off, no, that's
not right, not pissed.  Upset.  Like, "Hey!  I didn't do nothing bad!  Leave me
alone".   I decided to just let it pass.    Maybe a bad move,  but I don't know
yet,  I don't know Did well enough to know wha mood he's in.   At any rate,  he
was doing pretty good day.

I gave him his hay and then his grain.  A while later I noticed that he had his
monster 19 erection going full tilt against his belly while he ate his hay.   I
pointed him out to pam and told her "hey!   Did  really  likes  the  hay!"  She
looked over and laughed.  She told me about some kids that came over to see the
big horse.  They walked up to the fence and as soon as they noticed that he had
the  monster  erection  from  hell  they  turned  around  and walked away while
mumbling something like "sure is  a  big  horse." Pam said that she interjected
"Well, he's big *NOW*." What a riot.   Can't wait till the picnic, I am curious
to see what kind of reactions did gets out of the folks who'll be there.

I feel good every time I go to see did.   It's a strange thing.   I don't  even
....yeah  I  do,  I'm watching the news as I type this and I just saw the Avery
family portriat.   The folks that were sacrificially murdered by the lundgrens.
It's that lil thing of trust,  or  at  least knowing just about where you stand
with something.   I know where I stand with Did.   I kow he's a stallion and  I
know that if he thinks he can, he'll try to dominate me.   If he thinks *I'm* a
stallion,   then,  if he thinks he can,  He'll go so far as to try and kill me.
But I KNOW that.   The Avery's didn't know that.  The avery's trusted the folks
they prayed with.    (NOT  that  I  am  religious).    Their  reward was to get
murdered,  one at a time by some stupid fucking  two  legged  peice  of  trash.
People  just  seem  to  work  so  fucking hard at being dishonest.   It's truly
amazing some of the things that people will do to try and screw you over.  It's
just truly amazing.

It's funny how many of my freinds have gotten married and then divorced in just
a few short years.   Pam even said that  she wouldn't do it again.   I watch my
sister and brother in law go some pretty sever amounts of shit.    All  because
they wanna be married.   I wanna be married, but not to someone human.  I don't
wanna  get taken for everything I own.   Hell,  people work too hard at hurting
you when they wanna hurt you.   It just aint worth it.   Don't get me wrong,  I
have met some VERY nice people in  my  life,  Hell.   I've loved some very nice
people, very much, and I still do.   But I don't want to relegate decisions and
responsibility to others.   And the worst of it,  I don't want to share my love
of animals with those that can use it against me and hurt me with it.  It's all
too strange upstairs.  At any rate, I commited myself to love only animals over
3 years ago.   Till then I was trying to push it all in the background.   I was
trying to hide from myself that I might realy only  be  intersted  in  animals.
Didn't work (thank god!).   Now that I own did, I am real happy that I made the
decision that I did.  And it just keeps getting better.

Mr.    K  talked  with Mr.   Mouse today and talked Mouse into distributing the
journal.  Pretty funny.  "Are you sure?" "Are you sure you're sure?" "Okay, I'm
gonna post it.   You wanna  change  you're  mind?" "Okay!   It's out there!" No
wait!  I didn't mean it!  Take it back!  he he...

Let's see, what else.  Vet will be by on thursday to get a catheter into Did to
see if he can find any bacteria.   The farrier will be stopping by on the 15'th
to trim did's excessively long toenails  back.    Did  should  be  pretty  well
behaved as far as the feet thing goes.

Wednesday September 5, 1990-

CRIBBING!   ARGH!!!!   That IDIOT horse!   Just aint no two ifs about it,  when
it's  dnear  dinner time,  that horse is intractable.   Fact,  pure and simple.
Kinda funny though.   he cribbed once, and I yelled no.  He cribbed again and I
yelled no louder.   He cribbed a  thrid  time  and  I hauled off and kicked him
square in the gut.   PANIC!  PANIC PANIC PANIC.  He threw his head up and I had
my hand on the lead line.  The chain tightened around his chin and he looked at
me like "HOW the FUCK does that funny looking two legged  horse  keep  me  from
moving  my head like that?" I told him to whoa and the Panic started to subside
(a little, enough to listen to me).  So he whoad and the pressure let up on the
lead a bit.   Then I pulled on the halter  and told him to step up,  he did and
the pressure disappeared.   I gotta admit, Did THINKS I am stronger than he is.
For a smart horse he can be exasperatingly stupid.   And this  cribbing  thing.
Hell,   I don't know WHAT to do.   I have no idea whatsoever.   I gotta do some
reading on this particular subject.

I did a bit of the  gropy  feely  stuff,  but whenever it's before eating time,
that is just out, plain and simple.   That means I have to meet with him during
the early afternoon,  or late evening.   And late evening is out until I get my
own place.  Sigh....  ANd afternoons are only possible during the weekends, and
THIS weekend is a huge picnic at Marc and Pam's.  Sigh.....  In the meantime, I
just have to figure out this cribbing stuff.   Well,  a fe observations are  in
order.    He  only does it when he is tied up.   He has full view of teh entire
paddock and its suroudnings when he is tied.   So far, I have only noticed this
behavior during the evenings before mealtime when I have him tied while I brush
him.   He must be bored while I groom  him.   (!) Worse come to worse and I get
the biggest fucking cribbing strap I can get and keep him in it all  the  time.
But I hate to have to resort to such a thing.   I'd rather fix the cause of the
problem than simply stop the symptom.

Thursday September 6,1990

Well, a couple things happened today.  First, I got to see did in the afternoon
because  I had to meet Dr.   S. He palpated did's testicles and considered them
kinda soft.  Meaning that there is not much in the way of sperm being produced.
Temperature was normal, respiration and heartbeat was normal.   So, it was time
to try and  get  a  urine  sample  to  culture  back  at  the lab.   This meant
DIURETICS!   Did would need an intravenous injection.   So,  I figured I  would
just  slip  the  chain  of  the  lead over his gums.   Hmmmmmm,  an interesting
training note comes from this one simple action.....

When I put the chain over Did's gums, he KNOWS something that requires force or
stern countermeasures is about to take place.   He might not know what,  but he
knows it is going to  happen.    He  raised  holy  stinking hell about that one
little injection.   I had moved the chain from his gums to under his chin,  but
by then, it was too late, he knew something was up.   We finally managed to get
the injection into him, but in the future, I will WAIT till Did gives me a hard
time instead of aniticipationg such a thing and taking measures  prior  to  the
hard time being given.  If I take the measures before it's time, He'll know and
give me a hard time,  hell.   FOr all I know,  Did might have just simply stood
there.    But  instead,   *MY* actions caused him to go into Panicicus-extremus
mode.

After the Diuretic was administered,   Dr.    S  went to another nearby farm to
palpate a mare for pregnancy.   He gave me a little tube and  said  "fill  it".
Leaving me to the task of making sure Did's urine went into the tube.  Well, it
took about 5 minutes,  he dropped, then became drawn but not erect and "assumed
the position".   I grabbed his penis and got that sample and avoidedthe urge to
aim  the jet of urine at the flowers and the dog that was staring at me and the
chickens nearby and ...  well, you gt the idea.

Dr.  S gives his testicles very little chance of ever working again, but we are
simply going to take things one  step  at  a  time.   I wont geld him since his
testicles do *ONE* thing real well still.  Produce Testosterone!  I should know
the results of the test in about 1 week.

Everyone left and I was left alone with did.   Hell!  That diuretic is amazing.
His kidneys must have been going at about 9000 Rpm!   He urinated and  urinated
and urinated like mad!   I got him alone in his box stall.   He followed me in!
ANd  stood  still while I handled his penis for a while.   He was drawn but not
erect due to the fact that he had to urinate again.   I sucked on his penis for
a while and tried to get him hard, but it just wasn't happening.  After a bit I
stopped and just watched him.   He assumed the position and started to urinate.
I grabbed his penis,  hell, HOSE, and started to water things that were nearby.
Like the fence posts, the wall of his walk in shelter and the ground.   Mr.   K
LOVES a mare's urine!    It  is  just  sooo  much  a  major  aspect of a mare's
sexuality,  the urinating and winking that goes with it,  but in a stallion, it
is just a teritorial symbolism.   He uses it to mark dung and Mare's urine  and
other things.   But at that moment,  I damn near wanted to do nothing more than
just  take  a  mouthfull of urine.   It wasn't anywhere near as strong as urine
straight from the pipes  would  be,   it  was  heavily  watered down due to the
diuretic's action of hyperactivating the kidneys.   But I didn't  want  to  try
that just then.

I saw him again that night, I didn't spend any time with him other than to feed
him.  The paddock was a major mud bath due to the rains that fell today.  Plus,
it  was  too close to feeding time for me to get any time with him alone.   Got
another pam's mom  story  though!    Pam's  mother  stopped  by the farm today.
Apparently did was walking around, well, being an aroused stallion.  ANd let me
tell yah,  when did gets a hard on,  it looks like it's five hundred feet long.
It's only 19 to 20 inches long when fully -belly slapping erect- (hah!   "only"
he sez...) but it *LOOKS* huge!  Especially if you're one of those kind of guys
who looks down while standing at the urinal.  At any rate, Pam's mom sez to Pam
"My!  He's such a *BIG* horse!  He's such a......  *VULGAR* horse!" Oh yeah.  I
damn near died laughing when Pam told me that!   I've been starting to call him
"Did,  the vulgar".   Kinda sounds like one of those Viking  names.    Did  the
vulgar.  Did the terrible.  Nah, Did the Vulgar rings so much truer.  ;-)

I  guess the training lesson of the day is to *NOT* anticipate bad behavior and
take measures to control it before  it ever happens.   Instead,  wait until the
bad behavior happens and THEN do something about it.  Bad behavior in this case
means       thigs       like       Nipping,        or        Cribbing        or
Totally-radical-bitchin-panicy-behavior dude.

Hell, it's only the 6'th and I'm already up to 293 lines.  Sigh......

Friday September 7,1990-

Took  the  port-a-potty  to  Marc  and  Pams for the party tommorow.   Should b
interesting.   Did's walk in shelter is  under  about  5 miles of water.   So I
can't have any fun and games in there today.   Damnit.   And I can't stay until
dark either.  Damnit.

Saturday September 8,1990-

Hells bells and donkey smells.   WHAT a party.   Lots of ignorant fools.  Doing
stupid shit left and right.   Pam absolutely REFUSES to ever host such a  thing
for  Marc's co-workers again.   They wouldn't comport their rugrats at all.   I
had to threaten one child in order  to  keep him away from my horse.   "You try
and feed my horse a handfull of sugar cubes again  and  I'll  reach  down  your
fucking throat and pull your stomach out of your mouth.  You understand me?" He
kinda looked up and got this ashen look to his face and slinked away.   Now,  I
don't mind people doing stupid things.   I expect it of people.  But I get damn
near  physically  violent  when  I have to repeat myself 5 fucking times to the
same goddamn moron in a space of 10 minutes.  It's like they don't beleive that
I don't want sugar fed to my horse.  Sigh.  Idiots....

GOOD NEWS!   Did was accosted by about 7 children with handfulls of grass.   He
was so intensely nice to them that I  just could not beleive it.   He just went
from hand to hand and face to face.   He ate the grass out  of  the  hands  and
snuffled  about  5  of  the faces that were presented to him.   He let the kids
handle his muzzle wihtout a single complaint or twitching of his ear.  The were
straight up all the time.  Not once did they flop over or tilt back.  DAMN nice
horse.   One lady even comented to me "My!  He's so gentle and laid back, for a
stud." Well gee gawrsh, golly.  Uh, Yeah.  Of course, there were those who kept
saying "My!   She's such a nice  animal!"  Yeah right.   Those two round things
down their are tits and that big long thing that sticks out of her stomach is a
feeding tube to colts and fillies that don't feel  like  standing  up.    Guess
they're lucky to have children.   I wonder how they managed it.  I suppose that
I really shouldn't be so harsh though.  SOme people honestly do not know how to
sex  the  animal.    They have absolutely no concept of how to tell the genders
apart.  Oh well, their loss.

He kept getting fully erect during the party.  In one case, some guys walked by
and pointed and started to giggle.   I mean,  actually giggle.   One looks a me
and looks at the horse and says "can you imagine having a pecker that big?" "Oh
sure I can" sez I without so much  as cracking a smile "every time it gets hard
I just have to pass out from blood loss." Try and say *THAT*  with  a  straight
face to a total stranger!  ;-)

I was also hit up upon by a nice enough girl.   Drunk as hell she was too!  But
I felt REALLY uncomfortable.  It's hard to pin down the uncomfortable feeling I
was having.  It was kind of like I was afraid of getting involved with someone.
Like  I  didn't  want  to have to try and think up ways of telling her I wasn't
interested in seeing her.   And when she mentioned that she was married,  hell,
it was amazing.   ALl of a  sudden  I  wasn't  at all nervous to talk with her.
Suddenly there was no more risk.   No fear of hurting or getting hurt or having
to try and think up ways of seeing Did without including her so that I can  get
under  his  belly.    SIgh....    It's  weird,   it  really is.   Not that I am
uncomfortable with the person that I am,  or with my sexuality,  it just honest
to god is really strange to me that  I choose and like animals over people when
there is just sooooo much stimuli in my life that should have pushed me in  the
direction of people.  I really should jot down some of my childhood experiences
some  day.   Maybe when I have some spare time.   (Seeing as it's 1:30 am right
now....)

Sunday, September 9,1990-

Well well well well well well well well well well well well.   I got to see Did
for a few hours during the afternoon.    Then I had to take the portapotty back
to the contrsuction site.   Then I went out and bought em a brand spanking  new
VCR!  Now I can make some dupes of some rather special tapes that I have.  (The
NATURE  specials that I always tape.   I have been wanting to do some selective
...   ahem...   editing of them.   put together a nice little anthology!   THis
should be fun!

Monday, September 10, 1990-

I got in to see Did tonight.   It was dark,  he had been fed at 6. I saw him at
8:30.   Pam and I talked for about  5  minutes and then she went in for dinner.
That left me alone with DID!   YEAH!   I walked into his pasture and slipped  a
lead on him.   The walk in is still under water.   DAMNIT!   SO I walked to the
most  shadowed  part  of  the  padock  and  tethered him to the fence.   He was
standing reall quietly.  I started to rub his underline and he started to drop.
I mean like RIGHT NOW!   Good horsie!  I rubbed his shoulders and neck and face
and chest.   he remained dropped, but not drawn.   I rubbed his underline again
and he stepped away.   Okay.   I can deal with rejection.   But then he stepped
back towards me again and I started to rub his underline again.   He stayed put
and dropped again.   I squated down and looked up at his crotch in the shadows.
He was just about ready to become drawn.

Did was standing with his ears forward and his neck dropped a bit.  So I put my
fingers around his shaft.  he still stood there.  He didn't move around at all!
SO I put my lips over the end  of  his prepuce and then I started to suck.   He
started to draw!   Oh my my my my!My lips were wrapped around the very  end  of
the  prepuce and as he started to draw,  the prepuce snapped back (inside of my
mouth) and his glans burst forth upon  my  tongue.   I suddenly had a very huge
amount of penis in my mouth.   I made swallowing  motions  iwht  my  mouth  and
tongue.   Did got even more drawn.   Not hard, but VERY VERY full and thick!  I
grabbed  a  doble  handfull  of  shft and began to move my hands over his penis
while continuing with the sucking  and  swallowing  motions.   I pushed my head
forward, against his penis and he started to get hard.   THen I thought I heard
some noises and got up to investigate.   When I got back to  did,   he  didn't.
DAMNIT!   I messed with him a bit more, but he started to refuse my advances by
side  stepping  and  throwing  his head at me like he wanted to bite me.   SO I
decided that that was enough for this evening.   I led him to the gate and then
let him go.

I left for the evening.   But one day, that stud is gonna come in my mouth.   I
can just feel it.  Every time I get together with him, he gets just that little
bit more excited to be naked with me.   Like tonight, he got drawn real quickly
with little effort on my part.   If  I  had not been interrupted by noises I am
sure that Did would have gotten very hard  and  even  humpy  with  me.    Mabye
tommorrow  night.    I'll be talking with Pam and Marc to see if it's okay if I
show up later than I have been  on the weekdays.   I'll use work and programing
at home as an excuse.

Tuesday, September 11, 1990-

Sigh.....   What a day, what a day.  The vet came by and took a blood sample to
aid him in determining where the excess actinobactors came from.   Oh yeah,   I
don't  think I mentioned this yet.   We have discovered that there is an excess
of  bacteria  called  actinobactors.    It   is   one  of  several  strains  of
actinobactors,  we don't konw which one.   One of the strains has been known to
cause epidydimitis in swine.   Such a thing in Did would most  certainly  cause
sterility.  So we MIGHT have a reason for his having gone sterile.

Now,  actinobactor can be considered fauna, like e.coli in the human gut.   But
in  huge  quantities  it is considered pathogenic,  which is the case with Did.
Soooooooo,  $500 in sulfa based  antibiotics  should  clear him up.   SHIT!   3
weeks,  twice a day, 3/4 of a tube of paste based sulfa's.   Man oh man oh man.
LOTS of money is about to get tied up in this horse,  but,   if  some  kind  of
miracle  should  occur and if he should again become fecund (thank you for that
k00l word Mr.  K!) At any rate, the blood sample will help Dr.  S decide whther
or not the bacteria is in the  kidneys.    If not,  then it means that they may
have concentrated in the reproductive tract.   If *THAT'S* the case,  then this
will be the first step in clearing him up.  So it might just be possible to get
his peckersnot capable of doing what nature intended it  to  do  in  the  first
place.   Get mare's pregnant.   ANd if *THAT* happens,  then I am going to have
one major, big time, fornicating stallion this spring!  Let's see what happens!

Now then, I spent a good deal of time cleaning did's penis today!   Boy!   WHAT
fun!    (I  use enough exclamation points to be a writer for one of those nasty
"my mother got raped by  alieans"  tabloids.)  Pam  held  did and talked to him
while I reached up with a palm full of vaseline and liberally applied it to the
tip of his prepuce which was poking out of his sheath.   Within 2 minutes I had
19 inches of throbbing, rock hard horse cock in my hand.   ANd I was being told
what a good horse owner I am while doing it!   GOD!   I LOVE IT!   ANyways,  it
took a good 10 minutes to get out MAJOR quantities of smegma out of his sheath.
Did was fully erect during the whole process.   I finally told pam that I would
simply put a huge handfull of vaseline on his prepuce and penis and  come  back
tomorrow to get out what the vaseline had loosened up.

After  that  was done,  I took Did out for a "walk".   I led him out to the hay
field and let him munch away.  After we crested a small hill, I tethered him to
a fence post and tried to do  some  groping.   He sidestepped my efforts,  so I
tried again.   This time he decided to try and cow-kick me!   I nailed that guy
on his underline right up by his chest.   Hard.  He didn't look to pleased with
that.   I then started to walk him up by the side of the hay field.   Every  20
feet  or  so  I  would  stop him with a "whoa".   Then I would walk towards his
rear-end and rub my hands down over  his anus and between his buttocks over his
stiffle and then under his belly and onto his balls and sheath.   If he  didn't
side  step  I'd let him munch hay,  if he did I just started walking him again.
Didn't take him long at all  to  figure  out  what I was doing.   He started to
stand real nice and still when I touched him.   Makes it easy to handle him  by
myself too.  Especially if I try and remain consistent with my reward system.

So,  what did he learn?   I hope that he learned that he is not allowed to kick
at me when I touch his privates.

What did I learn?   I learned that if there is food involved,  I should respect
his desire to not be touched.  No mater how bad I wanna suck him off.

Made  a  video  tape  with  some  of  my favorite Music and some of my favorite
"nature scenes" videos that I have.   It came out ....   okay.   Not great, but
sure as hell no where near as bad as many that I have seen.   A little Enya and
Egberto Gismonti never hurt anyone.  Especially while there are elephant seals,
Californicatia Sea Lions and Elephants fornicating their little nubins off.

Wednesday, September 12, 1990-

Didn't get to spend a whole lot  of  time  with DId today.   But I *DID* get to
continue my "clean did out" cleaning.   Pam had  to  hold  him  again  while  I
reached  into  his  sheath and pulled and wiped out a major quanitity of smegma
again.   The vaseline treatment seems to do  a pretty good job of breaking that
stuff up.  I left another handfull of vaseleeny on his weenie and told pam that
I would stop by on friday.  WHich means that I wont have an entry for Thursday.
I have too much other stuff to do that has been suffereing due to my attentions
that I have been giving my horse.   I have a program to write and I have to get
to bed EARLY for once!   SHit,  nost of these entries are typed in at 1 in  the
morning  and  I have to be in the shop by 8 every morning.   I don't get enough
sleep and work has been suffering because of it.

THursday, September 13, 1990-

Didn't see did today, but I did get to talk to Mr.   K again.   I spent a while
on the phone with him.   Our talks run the gamut of topics,  but of course,  we
always center on horses and horse lovers at some point.  It's a weird feeling I
get when I talk with him.   It's kinda hard to put a finger on it,  but I think
it's a feeling of belonging that I get.   That is a pretty nice feeling.   It's
also a bit of  a  feeling  of  constant  amazement  that  there would indeed be
another person like myself that is into horses.  (or vice versa ;-) I am pretty
sure that the amazement has left me,  but I still think of all the happenstance
situations in my life that caused our life journeys to cross.   *IF* I had  not
"found"  that account at State U and *IF* I had not been unemployed at the time
and *IF* I had not  been  "grep  horse  *" in /user/spool/news/alt/sex,  then I
would never have noticed his article rebuffing  someone's  note  about  a  girl
having  to  have her stomach pumped.   THis,  of course,  caused me to write in
response to such a  knowledgable  response  in  regards  to quantities of horse
semen that a stud can produce  in  one  ejaculation.    If  none  of  that  had
transpired, I would *STILL* be traveling my present path, but I would not know,
for fact, that there are others like myself who are into animals.   I am really
glad that we found each other.  It makes me feel tons better about myself.

Of  course,   there are plenty of folks out there who look at this and will say
"Man!  You're sick.  How can you not like a woman over a horse?" Well, that's a
pretty good question actually.   After  all,   all  of society pushes me in the
direction of loving women.  And of course, my family pushes very hard for me to
do so.   So, in the past, I have loved women and made love to women.  Most were
not a good match,  but one was.   A very good match,  but in the end, it didn't
work out.   I *KNEW* that I would continue to be attracted  to  animals  and  I
*KNEW*  that  I  would  get my stallion some day and I *KNEW* that I would make
love to that horse and I *KNEW* that  she would sue me for divorce over such an
episode if she caught me and take away everything that I have  worked  so  hard
for.  It's paranoia on my part, but it is a self serving paranoia that I do not
wish to get rid of.  But the question remains, why do I love stallions so much?
Hmmmmm.  I feel an essay coming on.

   WHY I LOVE STALLIONS
   by Me!

Stallions  are  powerfull animals,  big,  beautiful and inteligent in their own
special ways.   They smell......   so strong.  They act......  so self assured.
And they are formidable lovers.   What  could possibly induce a human to become
sexually attracted to a stallion?

There are many varied reasons.   Lots of little points and a whole lifetime  of
psychological  pushes  that put me in the state that I am in today.   The three
big reasons are as follows.

1) I have a very strong case of Penis envy.  This is a bit strange since I am a
man with the age old average penis size of 6 inches fully erect.   NOt a single
woman I have ever gone to bed with  has complained that my penis was too small.
Not one.  Yet, I want so badly to have a huge penis, like the one that Did has.
Mind you, I'd probably pass out due to blood presuure drop if I had an erection
with such a huge penis,  but that's okay.   I'd still want one.   And I look at
stallions and note that they have vascular penises.  A penis that flops out and
slowly becomes engorged with blood.  ie, their penis is very much like a humans
penis in regards to how it takes a while to become erect.   When they start  to
get  excited,   you  KNOW  that  they  are getting excited.   You can watch the
progress of their state of  excitement  and  you can quanitatively measure that
state of excitement by how long and hard their penis becomes.    And  the  best
part  is that the stallion enjoys it when a human helps them acheive that state
of excitement.

2)I like knowing that the creature that  is so huge and powerful can be excited
and sexually satisfied by a creature such as myself.  It is the single greatest
pleasure that I derive from Did.   Knowing that I can make him feel good.  This
is the same pleasure I got from making lvoe to women,  the fact  that  I  would
just  go  on for hours until I was sure that my partner had acheived an orgasm.
(If getting your pelvis crushed by her  legs counts,  then I guess I would give
her several orgasms a night,  but I was never sure,  so I kept  going  until  I
could go no longer.)

3)  The  stallion is a simple lover and an intensely erotic one with his single
mindedness with which he mates with the mares.   The stallion is also a selfish
lover.   He takes the mare while she is in a state of desperate need.   A state
in which she will not  refuse  his  advances.   The stallion takes advantage of
this state and mounts the mare and fornicates so vigorously that  he  sometimes
damages the mare.   For some reason, I find this ...   intensity....  very very
very erotic.   The way that the stallion thrusts with the totally single minded
goal of acheiving orgasm and to hell with anyone else strikes me as the epitomy
strength.  I like strong things.

It's kind of hard to define love and lust in such a way that everyone likes the
definition  and in such a way that the definition aplies to everyone.   But for
me,  love and lust are tightly  wound  together  when I see a stallion trotting
through a field.   A stallion *IS* lust.   A stallion *IS* love.  There is just
no other way to put it.  They are one and the same.

Friday, September 14, 1990-

Well,  got out of work eraly today.   We  finished  up  tearing  down  a  small
outbuilding  and  moving  about  15 billion left over cinder blocks.   That was
kinda interesting.   At any rate, the VERY first place that I headed out to was
(of course) to see did.   I got there at around 2:30.   He was in wander around
the paddock mode.   I looked into the  box  stall and noticed that it still had
ten inches of the nastiest smelliest  gloppiest  mud  that  I  have  ever  been
allowed to play in.  I got a whellbarrow and a shovel and I shoveled the fuking
thing out.  I'm TIRED of waiting for nature to dry the damn thing up.  And it's
good I didn't wait either.  The base is clay with 7 years of mud and horse shit
on top of it.  SO I shoveled it out and brought in new dirt to fill it back up.
I  tamped it all down and 30 minutes after I started,  I had a walk in shed for
bestial fornication!  Of course, I led did in there and we had a little "talk".
He's a fine and beautiful creature.

I grabbed the vaseline  and  the  kleenex.    To  "clean  him  up some more" of
course;-) And so I started on a  little  fondling.    About  an  hour  later  I
realized that I wasn't going to get very far and told Pam that he simply wasn't
cooperating  for the venture.   A side note.   When I have him tied up with his
head out the window where he can see what is going on,  he cribs.   He did this
several times.  I said stop it each time and then he did it in rapid succesion.
I kicked him in the gut and yelled "NO".   He stopped.  After a while he did it
once again.   I kicked him in the gut and yelled "no".   He stopped.   A longer
interval later he cribbed again.    I  kicked  him  in the gut and yelled "no".
During this whole time,  I was brushing him with my brush waiting  for  him  to
drop.    (Of  course,   there  was the occasional reach under his belly to help
things along a bit.;-) He didn't wanna cooperate.  NO problem.  I left him tied
up to the corner facing away from the  window so that he could not see what was
going on and I went and got him a bale of hay.   I put it  in  the  shed  right
under his nose and he went at it.  Not 2 minutes later, he dropped.

I  took  a handfull of vaseline and rubbed my palms together to warm it up.   I
then grabbed his penis and began to  rub the length of his penis with vaseline.
At first he didn't like the feeling of it,  it's a bit cool to start,  and then
he decided that it felt allright.   I got underneath him and put my mouth  over
his  glans  and  started  to stroke his penis from the head to the base in long
firm strokes.   He was not erect yett,   so his entire shaft kinda moved around
like a big snake.   But he soon got firmer and harder and longer and  before  I
knew  it  he was fully erect with my mouth working on his glans the whole time.
I used firm, even strokes over the entire length of his shaft.  He stayed erect
while I did this, but as soon as I stopped he began to loose his erection.  THe
entire time that I  was  doing  this,   he  was  busy  eating his hay.   Then a
thunderstorm rolled in and I decided to untie him since he started to  get  the
"wild eyed" look in his face that indicated a bit of apprehension about storms.

I had a wonderfull time with did doing something a bit new.   I have put myself
right in front of him on several occasions and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Today, I put myself agains his chest and he put his head over my left shoulder.
He kind of sighed and put a lot of weight on me.   I reached up and grabbed his
neck and began to stroke his crest and mane.   I rubbed his cheeks and nose and
his  throat and neck.   He sighed.   It was reall nice feeling.   I grabbed his
crest with both hands and pressed my hips into chest, feeling his muscles under
the surface of his skin.   He feels so strong and powerful.   I like to imagine
that I am a mare about to be  taken  by his hugeness.   I look up into his eyes
while imagining this and I start to rub against his chest with my pelvis.    It
takes  less  then  2 minutes for me to come while doing this!   DAMN!   All the
times I have spent with Heidi,  I NEVER came that fast.   Not once.   It always
took an hour or more,  and the  strangest  thing about it was,  that to make it
last longer,  I simply thought about fucking women.   But when I finally wanted
to come,  i imagined that I was a stallion and this was my mare and  within  10
strokes, I'd acheive orgasm.

Tommorrow is the farrier.  THis should be interesting.


Saturday, September 15, 1990-

Did stood so weel for Mr.   Farrier the farrier that it was just amazing.  Even
Mr.   Farrier was commenting on how well he stood for the trimming.   Now Did's
feet  look  just  fine!    A few more trims and his feet should be looking real
well.   As it is,  they look much  much  better  than they did just a few short
hours ago.   I also stopped by the veterinarian's today.   I *FINALLY* finished
the friggin sort routine for him.  I am so embarrased that it took so long.  Oh
well,  maybe next time I'll draw it up like I always have in the past and it'll
go much better than.   That way I don't loose so much time with our  battering.
I picked up 32 tubes of Tribessin for the "Acetinectobaceter" which is,  as Dr.
S claims, the proper spelling of the bug in Did's bladder.

The  blod  test for his kidney function came back.   Everything is working just
fine!   This means that if the bacteria is cleared up,  he might,  maybe,  just
maybe start producing sperm again.   Now *THAT* would be a bonus of owning this
wonderful animal.   It's a bit strange,   but I have noticed that hardly anyone
wons stallions around where Did is being kept.   I think,  if I manage to get a
place, that I might just go into business breeding mares.   I'd own nothing but
stallions (and of course,  at least *ONE* mare ;-) and  just  get  involved  in
provided  mare owners with the service of "instant sperm!".   Should turn a few
heads in the community I'm Sure.

And today,  a mircale of man and  nature  occured.   My appartment got hit by a
white tornado.   Pam (for a proper fee of course) stopped by my appartment  and
helped me clean the downstairs portion of the appartment.   It is amazing.   It
took  about  10 hours to do,  but it is imaculate now.   It is so nice that I'm
thinking of not living there anymore so  that it doesn't get messed up.   "Well
sir, is your apartemnt still clean?" "Don't know Pam, I haven't been there in 3
months."

Well,  when it was all done and over with I knew a whole lot more about Pam and
Pam knows a whole lot more about me.  It's funny, but if she were to do it over
again,  she would not get married, and if I were to start to get married, she's
to shoot me so that I don't make that mistake.  It's funny.  (In it's own way I
guess.) But when I got pam back home that evening,  I tried my fun with Did, he
side stepped three times, so I decided to leave him alone.  More later.

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