Where I live, there's horses everywhere. They're all over; you can't go far without seeing
horses, wild horses grazing on the side of the road, or horses trotting up the street.
It is not an unusual occurrence to be sitting in a cafe and see a pack of horses, ten maybe
fifteen , go running by.

Well anyway, Flaco, the guy across the ball park field, ties his horse in that field. I walk my dog, Jason, there every day. I have become pretty friendly with Flaco. I was talking with him the other morning, and he seemed nervous. I asked “is everything OK?” He replied “yeah, just horny.” I asked, “do you want to get together?” “No; not today. Can't. But; if you meet me at Circle Beach, tomorrow around 7am, we'll see.” Flaco muttered.

So I got up early; at seven the sun is just coming up, I had to go to the beach with my
car, Its a bitch to get there; no one ever goes there, and the mud paths are all overgrown.
I have a small old car and I don't care if the paint gets scratched. In fact I don't care
about anything, just getting there. My pants were bulging with anticipation. When I got
there Flaco was up the beach, riding his horse. Barefoot, wearing shorts, riding
bareback with only a blanket on the horse. He came over , slid off his horse and shyly
said “good morning. Adding to that, God I'm horny.” “Well” I shrugged, looking for a
reply. His only reply was to smack the horses dick with the back of his hand. The
horse's dick began growing, getting longer. They get pretty large, in case you haven't
noticed. I looked at Flaco's shorts and his dick head was popping out from under them;
looked pretty large too. He slapped the horses dick again, grabbed it, now fully
extended, and said, ”nice, heh?”