I grew up in the city, so I didn’t have much access. He was aware of my sexual preference and interested himself in dogs after a fashion.
I always was on the lookout for horses when I was traveling. It’s not as if I didn’t have friends or engage in activities, but I was a little nerdy and not at all athletic. I don’t think I had any more or less trouble with the “in” crowd than any other kid, and I know a few people looked up to me for my abilities in math, science, and the fact that I was always willing to help people. That was about two months after I lost my virginity, so I was about 22.
He didn’t have to do that — it’s not like we were doing things that she wasn’t enjoying — but he was there to protect me. I’d scooped snot out of her nose — we know each other very intimately.
He had his back to me, and he was holding the lead rope to make sure that she was okay and also to prove that I’d actually done it Because I didn’t get to know her first, and I’ve since come to understand that enthusiastic participation makes the experience better. I think a lot of people build up that first experience and whether they are straight or a zoophile. We were in a barn with all the lights out and a nice warm heater; it was lovely.
She was a Shetland-cross, and she had dorsal stripes — the black line across the spine — and that’s something that’s turned me on ever since.