Elderly Gay Veterinarian
Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2003 8:00 am
When I was 14 of 15, and still living on our farm I had one of my earliest and most profound sexual experiences.
We raised horses and usually when a colt (virgin stallion) reaches the age of 3 yrs. he is castrated, unless of course he is of exceptional confirmation and good blood lines.
The local vet was an older man well into his sixties and I'm sure by his actions and manerisms, was quite gay.
He would drug the animal and then after it was down, he would hog tie the legs up tight to the body, wilst the horse was laying on its back, thus exposing the genitals for cutting.
Sometimes there would be a crowd of us men and boys gathered to watch and the vet seemed to love to perform to an audience.
During the castrations he would give a running dialogue explaining the procedures, intermixed with humerous sexual inuendoe and thinly veiled comparisons to the young stallions he was cutting and to some of us younger bucks, as he was fond of saying.
I had a well toned body and didnt mind showing it, so on more than one occasion he would single me out and it would sometimes embarass me , but at the same time I was sexually aroused and I'm quite certain he knew it.
Once I found myself alone with him in the barn, as he was washing up and I was bent over in the process of removing my coveralls or some such, when I felt this hand slide up my bare leg, as I was wearing only my shorts. He lingered a moment caressing my buttocks and crack ,before gently slipping the other hand inside,cupping my balls.
I was scared and confussed, but I didnt try to stop him. I remember him saying as he pulled down my briefs and out sprung my fully engorged cock, what a fine young stallion I was.
I can still see so vividly to this day, his old and knarled fingers and calloused hands as he sensuously caressed my genitals.
He seemed quite surprised, but even more delighted when I experienced an uncontrolable and lengthy ejaculation.
From the back of his hand , to his mouth, he licked several drops of semen and smiled , what seemed a wicked smile.
He obviously seen my embarassment, but never said another word, even as he left.
I never did see him after that and that was long ago, but even to this day, whenever I see a old man with wrinkled old hands,
I'm back there again.
Griptight
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We raised horses and usually when a colt (virgin stallion) reaches the age of 3 yrs. he is castrated, unless of course he is of exceptional confirmation and good blood lines.
The local vet was an older man well into his sixties and I'm sure by his actions and manerisms, was quite gay.
He would drug the animal and then after it was down, he would hog tie the legs up tight to the body, wilst the horse was laying on its back, thus exposing the genitals for cutting.
Sometimes there would be a crowd of us men and boys gathered to watch and the vet seemed to love to perform to an audience.
During the castrations he would give a running dialogue explaining the procedures, intermixed with humerous sexual inuendoe and thinly veiled comparisons to the young stallions he was cutting and to some of us younger bucks, as he was fond of saying.
I had a well toned body and didnt mind showing it, so on more than one occasion he would single me out and it would sometimes embarass me , but at the same time I was sexually aroused and I'm quite certain he knew it.
Once I found myself alone with him in the barn, as he was washing up and I was bent over in the process of removing my coveralls or some such, when I felt this hand slide up my bare leg, as I was wearing only my shorts. He lingered a moment caressing my buttocks and crack ,before gently slipping the other hand inside,cupping my balls.
I was scared and confussed, but I didnt try to stop him. I remember him saying as he pulled down my briefs and out sprung my fully engorged cock, what a fine young stallion I was.
I can still see so vividly to this day, his old and knarled fingers and calloused hands as he sensuously caressed my genitals.
He seemed quite surprised, but even more delighted when I experienced an uncontrolable and lengthy ejaculation.
From the back of his hand , to his mouth, he licked several drops of semen and smiled , what seemed a wicked smile.
He obviously seen my embarassment, but never said another word, even as he left.
I never did see him after that and that was long ago, but even to this day, whenever I see a old man with wrinkled old hands,
I'm back there again.
Griptight
.