[EQUESTRIAN'S STABLE]
*Please find your way in my stable*
That was the text message that the sports column writer received from his interviewee for his next feature article: L. Ortiz, equestrian extraordinaire.
He entered through the big opening of the big wooden building which he assumed to be the stable Ortiz was talking about.
He expected the inside to be dingy and smelly, but he found the place quite well kept. There were about seven horses there, each having its own stable. The bodies of the stallions were strong and shiny.
At the other end, was a man tending to a horse outside its stable. He was surprised to see the man naked, except for black briefs.
"Mr. Ortiz?" he called out.
Ortiz held out his hand, "come closer. You must be the writer."
"Yes..." he replied tentatively, not knowing how to act around the muscular hunk that he was walking towards.
"You can start your interview now... I still have to do my chores for all these horses of mine," Ortiz told him.
"Oh yes..." the writer reacted frantically as he took out his dictaphone.
The interview lasted for almost twenty minutes. He could not help but have his eyes glued on the equestrian's strong and smooth body.
"So, how do you maintain a good relationship with your horses?" the writer asked his final question.
"Well, you must be the animal you want to be friends with," Ortiz replied, "I usually am naked around them so they feel I'm one with them."
"Oh," then the writer swallowed as his eyes moved to the stud's crotch.
"When they see I'm hung like a horse, they'll know they're with a friend." Then Ortiz pulled down his briefs.
"Woooow... indeed... you are as hung as a horse... How do girls handle that?"
"They don't. 'Cause they can't," Ortiz said as he came closer, "it fits a man's ass better."
Before he can react, the horse-hung equestrian kissed his lips and started taking his clothes off. Overwhelmed with new feelings, he just gave in to the stallion master.
Without much effort, Ortiz was able to bend him down and penetrate his ass with the humungous dick.
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