Patrick was a young man who prided himself on how widely he was able to stretch his anus. He liked to brag that he had once managed to take four men inside himself at once, and that the only reason there hadn’t been more was because of the awkwardness of fitting so many bodies so close together. Patrick preferred orgies whenever possible, not because he particularly enjoyed having multiple partners, but because unless his partner was enormously well-endowed, it usually required at least two people taking him at once to work up enough friction for pleasure. He was so stretched that a man could fit his forearm up to the elbow into Patrick’s anus without much trouble.
It was not simply fate that Patrick was possessed of this talent; he would practice constantly. In his room was an orange road pylon that he was accustomed to sitting on for hours at a time. It was his personal goal to see how far he could get the thing inside him, and he measured fastidiously, rejoicing at every inch gained.
Patrick had a friend named Douglas, who was around his own age. Douglas had once been very much enamored with Patrick, but their romance had been short-lived. They were blissful for the few weeks of kissing and fondling that they had enjoyed, but when it came time to move to the bedroom, things fell apart. Though Douglas’s penis was larger than average, it was nowhere near large enough to satisfy Patrick. Patrick had laughed at him and mocked him, though Douglas had done his best. Though they still acted as friends, Douglas secretly resented Patrick for this.
One day, Patrick was complaining to Douglas that he could not find satisfaction; no single man was large enough for him anymore.
“Why don’t you stop stretching yourself then?” suggested Douglas.
Patrick seemed horrified by the very idea—that skill was what had made him infamous, what got him invited to the right sort of parties. He vehemently denounced the suggestion.
Suddenly, Douglas came upon an idea. “I know a way we can satisfy you,” he said.
Patrick brightened. “Do you? By all means then, tell me!”
Douglas led Patrick outside and together they snuck out over the fields and into the neighbor’s barn. They walked down to the stables at the end, and Douglas gestured to the horses, raising an eyebrow. A bright smile stretched Patrick’s face as he realized what Douglas was suggesting. “How should we do it though?” he questioned. “It could be awkward to position.”
Douglas frowned and glanced around, his eyes coming to rest on a wide wooden bench, probably where the grooms sat when cleaning the horse’s hooves. “Could you kneel on that?” he asked. Patrick looked at the bench and nodded, and together they dragged it out to a clear space in the center of the barn.
While Douglas fixed the positioning of the bench, Patrick wandered down the stalls, looking at the horses and trying to decide which one he wanted. “Which one, hm?” he sing-songed to himself. “Which horse am I going to ride tonight?”
Finally he came across the stall of an immense black stallion with a shining mane, its eyes large and fierce, head held at a proud angle. Patrick grinned, knowing he had found the right one. Opening the gate, he slipped into the stall and knelt next to the horse, reaching for the horse’s penis.
He wasn’t sure of the proper way to stimulate a horse, but he had known a good deal of men, and he was an expert at pleasing them. He laid his hands on the horse’s penis and stroked it deftly, causing the horse’s body to shudder. It whinnied softly, and he reached a hand up to pat its side and comfort it.
Bringing the hand back down, he was pleased to see that the horse’s penis was so wide that he could encircle it with both hands. He moved under the horse’s belly so that he was facing the cock and tugged at it almost fondly, delighted when it began to grow to a sizeable erection.
“Patrick,” Douglas called, “are you ready?”
“Almost,” replied Patrick. He looked again at the horse’s cock and was taken with a wicked desire to taste it. Quickly the leaned forward and ran his tongue over the head, causing the horse to shudder once more. The cock was too large to fit in his mouth, but he ran swift laps of his tongue all over it, coating it with his saliva. He hoped that would be enough lubrication, but he was not too worried. He had been taken completely dry before, more than once.
Patrick moved out from under the horse and grabbed its reins from the wall, fitting the straps neatly over the horse’s head. He took the lead in one hand and slowly walked the horse from his box to the bench that Douglas had prepared.
When he reached the clear area, he handed the reins to Douglas and quickly undressed himself. He moved over to the bench, kneeling on the rough wood and tilting his ass into the air. “Alright,” he said. “Lead him over.”
Douglas nodded and led the horse to him, coaxing it to walk so that its legs straddled the bench. He stopped only when the horse’s penis touched Patrick’s ass. Then he backed off and stood to the side to watch.
Patrick looked over his shoulder and reached behind him to hold the enormous cock steady. Then he slowly positioned himself until the head of the penis rested just outside his anus. With a deep breath he pushed himself backwards, impaling himself with half of the penis head. He grunted, shifting a little. “I haven’t had this much trouble getting a cock in in a long time,” he said to Douglas.
“Well,” Douglas commented, “usually the man fucking you does most of the work.”
Patrick chuckled. “That’s true.”
At that moment, the horse’s instincts seemed to take over, and it thrust forward mightily. Patrick had to grab the bench with both hands to keep from being sent sprawling. As it was, the motion had thrown him forward nearly half a foot, scraping his knees against the wood of the bench. With the second thrust, however, Patrick was ready, and he grabbed the wooden bench tightly, bracing himself.
The horse’s thrust was powerful, and sheathed the enormous penis inside of Patrick. Patrick’s mouth opened in bliss; never had he felt so filled! He groaned happily as the horse continued to fuck him brutally, with the strength of an animal.
“How is it?” Douglas asked.
“Oh, it’s amazing!” cried Patrick. “It’s so enormous! I’ve never felt so full!” Patrick grabbed a second between thrusts to reach back and spread his butt cheeks a little wider open so that the horse could get a better angle. Then he quickly had to grab back at his hand-holds again, or risk being thrown from the bench.
Patrick seemed completely oblivious to the surrounding world, swept away by the intensity of such a large penetration, but Douglas waited a few more moments to be sure. When he was convinced that Patrick was unaware of his surroundings, he pulled a camera out of his pocket. He carefully turned off the flash so that it would not alert Patrick, and raised the camera to his eye.
He took several pictures from many different angles, making sure that one could see the horse, the act of penetration, and the obvious look of bliss on Patrick’s face. He wasn’t sure yet what he was going to ask from Patrick as a ransom for the photos, but a blowjob every day for the rest of his life did not seem out of the question. He smiled and slipped the camera back into his pocket.
Just then the horse came, shooting so much sperm that it squirted out around the outsides of his cock where it still lay buried in Patrick’s ass. Patrick groaned in bliss as this triggered his own orgasm, and Douglas withdrew the camera once more for one last quick photo.
Patrick wrenched himself forward, the horse’s cock popping out of his anus with a wet, sucking sound. He lay on the bench, his eyes closed, grinning. After a moment his eyes fluttered open again and he grinned at Douglas. “Well,” he said, “did you have fun watching?”
“You have no idea,” Douglas replied.