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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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Cribbing: chewing on the wood in the stall. Often includes wind-sucking,
    where the horse hooks his teeth over some ledge, pulls back hard
    stretching out his head and neck, and gulps air.

Crest: the top of a horse's neck, where the mane grows from.

Farrier: fancy name for a horseshoer.