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CHAPTER TWO

WELL, I’LL BE A HORSE’S ASS

This second example of the erotic story is unique among such efforts. In the first place, it touches upon bestiality, not terribly common in erotica. Moreover, it has a whimsical quality that is also uncommon. But most unusual of all is its mythological subject matter; with rare exceptions, erotic tales of this sort lean toward the present and an exaggerated “realism”. But here we find references to Zeus and his wife Hera, to Mars and Apollo and Ganymede and numerous other residents of Olympus. We have magic spells no less, in the grand tradition of Snow White and associates.

Also interesting is another peculiarity—numerous authorities on homosexuality have asserted that the urge for fellatio springs directly from the breast sucking of infancy. Some critics disagree, but in this tale we have an excellent illustration of such a theory, as Hercules refers frequently to the penis he is sucking as a “tit”. It is through just such revelations that erotica enables us to better understand the sexual workings of the mind.

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Hercules the Hero had just finished cleaning the Augean Stables and was bathing in the river, washing off the smelly shit of the animals, when he heard a whinnying sound behind him. Turning, he discovered a Centaur with the sleek body of a horse and the torso of a rugged young man with an extremely handsome, but very unhappy face. As at the sight of any gorgeous man, Hercules felt a tingling sweetness in the dangle of his huge penis, especially as he could not help noticing the stallion-size of the prick that swung heavily between the Centaur’s legs as the creature reared excitedly.

Herc had frequently frolicked with the Centaurs, but this was one he had never seen before, and the sadness of the lovely face intrigued him strangely. “Who in the name of Hades are you?” asked the muscle-man, “and what seems to be your trouble?”

“I am named Equesto,” the Centaur said, “and I have been watching you and I believe you are the only one who can help me!”

Never one to turn down a guy in trouble, Hercules begged Equesto to elucidate. “Well,” said Equesto, “my father was playing around with my mother...but they weren’t married, you see! He was hitched to another woman, but the old boy likes a variety of cunts, and, well...Ma likes a variety of dicks. He had a nice one, you know, but she just happened to remark as she played with it, that she’d like sometime to really be screwed by a real stud of a man. Quick as a flash the guy changes himself into a horse...a stallion, and puts the ole yard-arm to her. He really fucked the pure piss out of her pussy! (Hercules gasped, but remained silent as Equesto went on.) Naturally he knocked her up with that tool that drove in clear up to her belly...but his wife caught them while he was still frigging the hell out of her juicy slit, and she said that I would be born half-man, half-horse, as you can see, I am!”

“Is your father, by any chance, Zeus, the King of the gods?” Hercules asked then.

“Why, yes!” Equesto replied.

“Then, old fellow,” Herc said, slipping an arm affectionately about the Centaur’s shoulder, and loving the feel of rippling muscle against his flesh that sent a helpless stiffness pulsing into his big peter, “we’re half-brothers because Zeus is my dad, too!”

“What?” Equesto exclaimed, astounded.

“Let’s face it, boy, our old man is a fuckin’ fool!” Hercules grinned. “He was diddling around my old lady’s crack too, and she just happened to remark she’d like just once to be jazzed by a real bull. Yep, just like that he changed into a big rutting bull and he creamed her with that huge cock and loaded balls until the juice was pouring out of her and she was pleading for mercy! Fortunately his real wife didn’t catch them, so I was born okay...but I got those big balls and peter from Pa!” He held up his meat in his hands, perhaps fondling it a bit too much and that old tool was beginning to stick out stiffly.

Equesto eyed the herculean (if you excuse the expression) prick, with a far from casual gaze. “Beautiful! Just beautiful!” he said, reverently.

“You’re kinda hung, too!” Hercules said admiringly, because the Centaur was having a little trouble between his legs also!

“Which brings me to my problem, Herky!” Equesto said, as his huge penis lifted heavily. “It’s sex!”

At the strong man’s quizzical look, the Centaur went on, “Well, as you can see,” he said, indicating his enormous cock which hung on a throbbing horizontal by now, “my damn tool is just too far removed to reach comfortably with my hands, so I can’t even jack myself off! As far as women are concerned I despise them and wouldn’t touch one of the bitches, even if I could. What I’d really like to do is knock it off with another guy, but every man I’ve propositioned has turned white as a sheet, gasped, and high-tailed it out of there! So I’ve got a constant case of the hots, and who wants to relieve his nuts just in ‘Wet Dreams?’ Then I saw you, Herky, never realizing you were my brother...but so much the better, because I believe you can help me if you will!”

Hercules’ eyes misted with tears of sympathy for his brother’s predicament. He knew what it was to have the yen...real bad...but he had never had any trouble finding guys to fuck or suck. Most men were happy to oblige a fellow with a big juicy prick...if he was a man! But who ever heard of screwing around with a horse? “You’re damn right I’ll help you, buddy!” the muscular youth said, trying to figure out how to tackle this problem, and eager to get to it, because Equesto’s magnificent penis made his mouth water. His own prick wasn’t doing too bad either, hard and twitchy with delicious little tingles trickling up from his big balls, and Equesto fondling it with his hand, wasn’t making it any easier! “Why don’t you try sitting down for a start,” Hercules suggested, trying to help his brother as he wriggled and slid about awkwardly until he was resting on his butt, with his cumbersome hind legs spraddled ungracefully. But who the heck was thinking of grace with that massive peter sticking up like a young tree-trunk, jerking exquisitely with anticipation? Gods! That dick must have been well over twelve inches long and every bit of three inches thick, and the utter stiffness had skinned back the glans so that it thrust out burstingly like an enormous purplish plum, sleek with juices.

“Let’s see!” Herc said, more or less to himself, as he slid down beside his brother, his own pecker reaching out so stiffly it ached.

Equesto might have been driven out of his fucking mind by its beauty, if he hadn’t been so concerned just then with his own peter. He couldn’t help sobbing out happily as Hercules’ fingers curled about his big hunk of meat and pumped it tenderly. “Ooooh,” he moaned, “that feels so good! That feels so good!”

And it was true! The knowing touch of an expert hand can send sweet shivers of sensation tingling through a guy’s nuts! Equesto leaned back, quivering with an indescribable delight, sighing with happiness in this newly found pleasure of those stroking fingers. And it gave Hercules a particular thrill in his own testicles to watch the shuddering, whimpering ecstasy of his brother over such unimportant stimulation. The muscle builder had known far more exquisite refinements of genital manipulation he had picked up in his travels, and especially in his voyage with the Argonauts and Jason in the search for the Golden Fleece. Believe me, those guys didn’t just pull at oars! And Herc intended to share some of that delicious knowledge with this poor victim of Hera’s bitchery!

The Centaur was lolling back, steeping his senses in that flickering digital dallying between his wide, wavering hind legs, as his brother worked the swollen stud’s shaft up and down between his fingers, sometimes dragging the thin foreskin down fiercely so that the glands popped up like a fat succulent egg of enormous size, the lip of it gaping and oozing wetly with the slimy clear secretion of desire.

Hercules gazed at the swollen, glistening bulb hungrily. He had blown some pretty big boogers in his time. He had often said that Jason had the largest peter in the world (modestly, of course, excluding himself!) But this joy-job put even the gorgeous Jason to shame! And now, hungry to taste it on his tongue, he leaned over quickly, sinking his lecherous liquid lips down over the tremendous tit. Seized with the sudden sucking sensation that sent darts of stinging sweetness streaking through his balls and belly, Equesto squealed out deliriously, retching under the strong grip of his brawny brother. If Here’s mouth had been free, he would have squealed too, for this was the best tasting penis he had ever eaten...a marvelously ripe animal flavor in the warm, hard, throbbing meat, the richly salty jets of piss that squirted generously over his taste-buds with each dredging drag of his lips up the succulent nipple. Already he had forgotten Equesto as his fingers laced demandingly about the Centaur’s swollen root and he lugged great nursing sucks off the tool between his twisting lips....

“Oh, shit, Herky,” Equesto sobbed, “I just can’t take this any longer laying down!” His brother did not even stop in his munching, muttering feast on that luscious peter to answer, and as the Centaur struggled clumsily to his feet deliciously incapacitated by those delirious lips as by his ungainly build, Hercules did not lose a single suck on that tasty tit.

Rearing and resting his front hoofs on a tree trunk, the happy half-man, half-horse looked down on the frantically bobbing head of his princely brother, hardly able to believe that anything could feel so thrillingly good as the rich, velvety slide of those lips, massaging his throbbing meat rhythmically. “Ooo baby,” he wept blissfully, “I never knew anything could be so beautiful! Oh, I saw Ganymede blowing Zeus one time...the way the old man retched back, all out of control, sobbing hysterically as the kid tapped his nuts with his lips...but I never knew it could be this utterly beautiful!”

Well, Hercules knew how ole Zeus had felt! One time he had waggled his prick at that cute kid, Ganymede, and they had slipped off behind some rocks and the boy had wrapped those lips around Herc’s prong and had sucked the strong man down to his knees, jerking and crying out with a babbling idiocy as it felt like his big balls were melting off with sensation and being drunk down the lad’s greedy throat along with his cum. Zeus hadn’t kidnapped that boy from his parents for nothing...that boy knew how to eat a peter, and loved that hot creamy cum more than all the ambrosia on Olympus! There wasn’t a male god who hadn’t been sucked clean out of his mind by that marvelous child!

But Hercules hadn’t known there was a dick anywhere as delicious as this one! It had a taste in its long, thick, glistening stem that tantalized his tongue insanely. Hanging on Equesto’s quivering haunches, the muscular gay-boy twisted and turned his lips up and down on the nozzle trying to capture the furtive flavor that drove him wild with desire! Mmmm, it was so good! Maybe it was in the glans! He hung on the huge spastic shaft that protruded brown and muscular from the hairy root between those silky flanks, as he nibbled and sucked and licked all about the enormous bulb, making Equesto buck convulsively and squeal hysterically. Or maybe it was those huge, dangling balls! He ducked down and licked the tremendous hairy eggs in their bag, nursing each orb in the streaming baths of his mouth’s saliva, making the Centaur cry like a baby! Maybe it was the rich, ripe horsey odor between those glossy haunches that sheltered his meaty genitals and gave them that added deliciousness of flavor! He nuzzled into the warm moist haven between Equesto’s hind legs, sniffing about the balls, licking the sleek silky skin...a fragrance to make one drunk with lust!

The trembling Centaur was whinnying giddily, beside himself, his huge cock jerking joyously, when Hercules decided, No! It was that delicious dick and nothing else.... Equesto squealed hysterically as Hercules’ lips suddenly sank back down over the hugely throbbing cock. The unexpected sucking attack of that ravenous mouth sent thrills shooting like streaks of delicious lightening through his pendulous balls and quivering flanks. He was so clutched with the pleasure he was not even aware that he farted with a helpless explosiveness! “Oooh shit, baby,” he whimpered, “I didn’t know anything could feel so good! Now I understand why the old man jumped around like a crazy snake while that kid was eating him! Oh Herky, I don’t know if I can stand it or not!”

But his muscled brother knew he would...he hadn’t met a guy yet who yelled “Stop!” before he shot his wad. And anyway, Hercules knew that he, himself, wouldn’t stop even if his horsey partner begged him to, because this was one of the sweetest tasting tits he had ever nursed on. Mmmm, it was just so delicious!

Resting on his hands and haunches for better leverage, he ate that dick like there’d never be another, taking long pulling sucks, rolling the bulb lingeringly in the fluid feast of his lips before swooping down on it again, with a greedy sob, to suck up the stem again. The Centaur shivered violently with each swallowing swabbing suck, clear down to the root, and moaned dementedly with each slow, savoring suck back up to the head where that rolling, spit-lubricated massage on just the bulb made him squeal again, with punctuating farts. “Oooh man! Ooooh shit, man!” he sobbed. “It’s so good! It’s so beautiful! Oh Herky, I can’t stand it! My balls feel so good!”

But Hercules was eating for cum, now! His mouth, though a sea of saliva, was parched for that sweet creamy boy-honey! He rocked back and forth furiously, dredging, devouring that delicious dick with thick guttural grunting sounds of hungry pleading. His lips smacked and belched in the ravenous attack, employing every thrilling twist and slide to provoke the warm, milky lava to eruption from Equesto’s swinging testicles. And from the wild, incoherent whimpering sounds dripping from the Centaur’s lips, he knew he’d get that fountain soon!

And then Equesto was babbling like an idiot, “Oh, god, Herky, it’s too much...I’m going to shit...I’m going to faint...it’s good...it’s good...my balls! Oh shit, I’m coming...I’m coming!” He retched convulsively in a nausea of dizzying sensations that shot his load like a spurting spigot into his brother’s rabid mouth. Rich, buttery cream filled Hercules’ mouth in a flood, and his tongue, bathed in the milky sweetness, tasted the heavenly healthy goodness that is solely male! With a gluttonous grunt he swallowed that massive tool to its root and drank the goop with greedy gulps, while the Centaur jerked and sobbed deliriously in the pure discovery of heaven!

But at last the soaring climax flowed away, leaving Equesto feeling drained but deliciously content, still reared against the tree as his brother nursed away the last dewy dribbles from the lip of his softening peter. Hercules lipped and lapped with a lingering tenderness about the bulbous head, still savoring the ambrosial cum he had drunk from its gushing tip. But when he released the thickened tit and it dangled once more between his hind legs, the Centaur with a blissful sigh dropped his front hoofs to the ground. “Man, that was sweet!” he said happily.

But the muscled son of Zeus was inspired now, and he moved behind Equesto and dropping to his knees he lifted the dark, plumy tail that twitched back and forth over the glossy rump, to feed his eyes on the fat, brown puckered hole of the Centaur’s ass. “What are you up to now, Herky?” the horse-man asked with giddy eagerness, feeling anticipatory tingles in his shit.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, baby brother!” Hercules told him, never taking his eyes away from that pooching pit that was contracting and gaping like a greedy mouth already. It looked moist, richly, gooily snug, like delicious molasses, and good enough to eat. It prompted the strong youth to add, “But first I’m going to eat you out good so you’ll be able to take my prong without too much trouble! Here, grab this damn tail of yours and hold it up out of the way so I can eat you easier!”

Equesto whinnied with nervous ecstasy, glancing down to note the huge distension on Herky’s cock. My god, it was big enough to choke a horse! The thought, apropos as it was, made the Centaur giggle and relax. “You remember the other day when it became rather dark?” he asked. “Well, the reason was that Mars had taken Apollo into a nearby grotto and was fucking the piss out of his ass...from the rear. He had that cute golden blond laid over on a mossy rock putting his peter into him like a crazy pump...it looked good and it must have felt good the way Apollo kept squealing and Mars kept sobbing!”

Hercules knew there was no need to reassure his brother. He’d find out soon enough that a big dick up his ass was far sweeter than he could have imagined. Instead, holding to Equesto’s shanks as the Centaur drew back his tail, Hercules ducked down his handsome head, sniffing the shitty fragrance of the meaty hole, and then licked it, thrusting his tongue into the pitted opening, and rimmed it. His brother squealed happily, feeling little tingles darting through his bowels at this intimate caress, and then sobbing with sheer delight as the strong man glued his lips about the anus and began sucking it voraciously and eating into it with a greediness that plunged his feasting lips deep into the elastic opening, lubricating and loosening it for the moment when his tool would pierce it on its deep thrust....

When Hercules had Equesto’s rectum thoroughly soupied and the Centaur was sighing contentedly and ready for anything, the good-looking, muscular youth stood up. He saw right away that it would be impossible to connect with the asshole without standing uncomfortably on tip-toes. “Hades!” he exclaimed angrily, trying in vain to stick it in anyway.

“What’s the matter, Herky?” Equesto asked nervously.

But ingenuity and tingling desire had already discovered a solution, and the horseman squealed with surprised fear as Herc suddenly seized the backs of the Centaur’s haunches and lifted his hoofs off the ground, and then deftly settled the pooching, puckering anus squarely on the bulbous tip of his stiffly erected penis. And even before his brother could cry out, he loosened the grip enough to allow the heavy weight of the horsey body to sink down, driving his dick deliciously deep into Equesto’s shithole.

The Centaur screamed out with a delirious delight, feeling the thick, long living tool drilling far up into his bowels. Actually it did not hurt in the least, for horses have larger crap-holes than men, so it took Hercules’ stallion-shaft easily. But, oh, the indescribable pleasure of feeling that piercing plunge, straight to the pit of passion. The long lunge of life itself communicated a thrilling tingle to every vital nerve-end of sensation. And for Hercules, who had screwed Argonaut asses until he had thought he had experienced every turd-hole thrill possible, it was the ball-melting discovery of a New Olympus! Even the asshole of Mercury which had introduced the stripling strong-boy to the first fun of fucking, causing the red-faced youth to helplessly shit joy, lost its aura of the “finest” sucking short of his half-brother. It was like slipping his peter into the ravenous relish of a mouth that was lecherous, laving lips, possessing every inch of dick as it went in with a liquid lusciousness of love!

As the feeling raced to his balls, threatening to release his wad if his dick drank the depths of Equesto’s ass with one total thrust, Hercules, squealing in concert with his partner, renewed his grip on the Centaur’s haunches to arrest the downward drive of that willing asshole, even pulling up Equesto’s butt a bit as he did so, experiencing an unexpected bit of elusive electricity. He remembered now how the imaginative Mercury on that first excursion into Ecstasy had instructed him to place his strong hands under the god’s lithe, light legs and move him up and down quickly, shallowly on his prick as they pranced about in a passionate polka. Hercules had howled with rapture and then helplessly squirted the shit like bullets even as he squirted his youthful cum into the giggling Mercury’s belly! Now he moved Equesto’s ass up and down on his tool while they both squealed like idiots, but he was older and more experienced now, and though it churned his shit with sensation, he kept a tight asshole!

But Equesto was no Mercury for weight, though he had a dreamier, creamier ass, and Herky’s arms began to tire, and even the Centaur’s front legs were wearying of their extra strain. So Hercules said, as he let his brother’s back hoofs rest on the ground, thereby losing almost the total touch of their lovely union, “Let’s fix you in a more restful position.” The muscled youth was already rolling the Centaur over on his back. Equesto knew he was in the hands of an expert and moved willingly, just anxious to get that dick back deep in his butt, which was glowing with good feeling already. “Draw your legs way back,” Herky said as he got on his knees waddling in with his big slimy peter leveled, to sink it in again, “because I’m going to fuck the shit out of your ass, baby!”

The promise thrilled the Centaur with a stabbing sweetness in the pit of his pendulous nuts and as he drew his legs back, a hugeness of hardness surged into his big meaty peter, and it twitched vigorously with anticipation. The sight of this massive male-tit, with its bulby glans fully peeled and bursting with juices, and the swollen bloated balls in their deep, loose bag hanging back against the thick, throbbing shaft, and down there between the spread buttocks just underneath the plumy switch of the Centaur’s tail, that fat, brown, greedy rectum frothy already with fucking juices, brought as vigorous a vitality to Hercules’ prick, extending it jerkily, skinned back, to a good twelve inches of fucking-flesh, dripping with the dews of desire.

With a simultaneous sigh of utter satisfaction from both youths, the peter was plunged once more deeply into the nest of nectary sweetness...this time all the way to the hairy root of the strong man’s pleasure-piston! Ooooh, it felt so good!

They pumped together, groaning with the glory of the tingling sensation that thrilled belly and balls as their bodies slid in undulating union. Hercules felt the deep, warmth of the slimy sheath like a sucking mouth enveloping his peter in an omnivorous feast as he drove it in, and the draining drag of the anal tube as he withdrew lingeringly, and as the sweetness stung his balls he shivered with pleasure. And Equesto savored the plunging deliciousness of that dick, piercing deep into his bowels, seeming to send before it surges of dizzying feeling that made him cry out hoarsely with delight. The fucking belched between them with a ripeness of honey, and their loins melted into a oneness of utter exquisiteness.

The Centaur braced his front hoofs against the ground and rearing his body, his arms wound about Herky’s neck and dragged his mouth down to merge with his whimpering lips in the rabid rapture of a thirsty kiss. And then as Hercules’ arms fastened about Equesto, and Equesto’s arms found their way about those broad shoulders, the two, still dredging kisses between murmurous lips, lay fully together pumping furiously, feeling the slimy suctioning sound of their parts, jazzing juicily in a pleasure that seemed to ooze up slowly from deep between their legs like the first hints of moisture of the hidden spring, dampening the soil. Then bubbling as the feeling festered eruptively near the surface as they began to cry out in senseless little squeals, and then bursting out like a fountain, spurting, shooting with a streaming sweetness as Hercules pissed his load.

With a sob he drove his dick as deeply into the massaging asshole as he could to plant his spermy seeds in his brother’s belly, and as he felt the cream gushing out of his balls with the rich recurrence of thrills, he sobbed out deliriously, “I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh it feels so damned good!” Equesto was eating Herky’s mouth with ravenous groans, not saying anything, but his brother felt the long, throbbing thickness of the stud-like cock thrusting out from between them, retchingly, and he heard the ripe splat of the horse-man’s cum upon the ground.

For a long quivering moment they laid, glued deeply together, steeping in the snug, sucking gloving of their bodies, and Hercules felt the spinning, exhilarating thrill slowly draining out of his belly and limbs as his peter softened in the pocket of the Centaur’s asshole. Their lips still touched in the wondering discovery of their first kiss, tasting the sweetness of mouths as their tongue explored the interiors eagerly, and their hands moved with loving lechery over the other’s flesh. And between their bodies the strong young man felt the unrequited turgidity of Equesto’s tool, for even though it had shot off in the excitement of Hercules’ ecstasy, it was not truly relieved.

The muscular man reached down and fondled the pulsing prick, feeling its warm, hard-muscled stem, the taut, glistening burgeoning of the swollen glands bathed with its cummy slime, and the Centaur whinnied hysterically. His massive meat was tingling with eruptive electricity.

As Hercules severed the suturing swab of their lips and stood up over the horseman youth suddenly, Equesto asked nervously, “What are you fixing to do, Herky?” He could hardly believe there were any more thrills to possibly tingle his balls...but he had a few things to learn. As his brother lifted a muscled thigh and positioned his brown, succulent-looking asshole over the tip of Equesto’s penis that stood up like the stallion’s spear it was, the Centaur had a delight in store he had not even counted on, and he shivered with expectant ecstasy as glans and rectum touched, and his eyes almost ached in their sockets as he stared at the incredible sight of that enormous bulb of his peter driving deliciously up into the elastic spreading of the brown-ringed hole to suck it in!

Equesto could not restrain the soft scream of unutterable bliss as he felt his cock sinking into that tight, slimy-succulent cavity of his handsome brother’s shithole. A thrusting torrent of thrills seemed to surge up through his own bowels with an enervating sweetness. He wound his arms more tightly about Hercules and dredged his quavering lips with a deep thirstiness into Herk’s mouth, his tongue flashing about helplessly like a snake. Oh gods, his whole big body seemed to be slowly, deliciously drawn into the snug, swabbing sublimity of those practiced bowels!

But even the sophisticated strong man, with his surfeit of sex, was experiencing a deepness of delight he had not known was possible. He felt a shortness of breath, sobs of pleasure crowding in his throat, a suffusing of an excruciatingly sweet sensation through his belly and legs, as that huge dong drove deeper and deeper into his turds. He let his grip on Equesto loosen so that the weight of his body could impale his body more quickly on this thrilling lance of love.

Both youths moaned with a heavenly hysteria as they felt their parts sliding and touching far into the belly of the beautiful muscle-boy, and their mouths glued gluttonously in a frenzy of fucking-kisses....

Even if the throes of his threatening climax was jollying his testicles to juice, the Centaur felt it would be redundant to say he could no longer take it lying down, so with harsh, inarticulate whinnies he began to struggle to his feet, automatically pumping his glossy butt to keep his penis fucking in that delicious poop-pocket. And Hercules, having known the ecstatic energies of a fucker about to come...though let us hasten to say, never with a horse...quickly, expertly fastened his arms and legs about the Centaur’s magnificent torso, and hung on for dear life!

True, this was apt to be a rather tiring position, but Equesto, rearing rapturously, and crying out with hysterical horse-sounds, was thrusting his ass back and forth like a mad machine, feeling his pounding peter sliding in and out of that marvelous man-hole, shooting thrills through his belly like waves overlapping themselves as they washed frettingly up on the beach. And Hercules, clinging tenaciously to the frantic creature, was able to get a few good licks in himself, driving that tool into himself so deeply and forcibly he gasped for breath and the pleasure rocketed through him with a delectable dizziness.

And then that massive, meaty penis surged swellingly, tightening in the asshole so much, each plunge was achieved only with terrific force, and the Centaur’s load shot out with such ferocity and velocity it was all Herky could do to keep his senses about him. The thrill exploded in his brain with a brilliance of sensation that all but blinded him, and he screamed out as he felt his own prick jerking with a fierce convulsiveness as the tingling darts of feeling shot up through its shaft and the thick, creamy juice drained from its head in long ropes of milky liquid. And distantly about him, he heard Equesto squealing and babbling like an idiot of joy as his wad jetted deep in Herky’s belly like a recurring geyser.

For a long time afterward, as they sank utterly drained of strength to the ground, the two brothers laid in weary contentment. A good sort of tiredness seeped through their quivering limbs, and between their legs a refreshing kind of exhaustion. Equesto’s dick was still threaded deeply into Hercules’ asshole, its limpness laved in the gentle contractions the strong man maintained lovingly for his partner’s pleasure which was expressed through little catches of breath as the tube tightened and released about the long, meaty organ. And their hands caressed each other tenderly, Hercules stroking the sweat-wet glossiness of the horse-half of Equesto, while his lips kissed what might be termed the belly of his man-half, and Equesto’s hand held and fondled the curly-haired head of his brother in what might be termed the truest of benedictions, so grateful he was for all that Hercules had done for him.

But finally with a sigh of sadness they slid apart since the Centaur’s cock was slipping with a fat sluggishness from Herky’s rectum, despite their closeness, and also the warm cum beginning to seep out was itching them a little.

For a moment they lay holding each other in loving arms, exchanging a frequency of tender kisses and gazing into the other’s eyes with a fondness far more than brotherly. Hercules laid back grinning contentedly as he reached up and brushed back his brother’s hair disarrayed by the ecstasies of love, as he felt Equesto’s fingers exploring helplessly again between his legs. They trailed up and down the swollen stem, skinning the glans, curling about it as it began to resume a solidity of stiffness, and pumping.

“Now, we’ll end this little idyll as we began it,” the Centaur said softly, as he played affectionately with the throbbing thickness of the full erection. “You began by eating mine (he bent to kiss Hercules’ moist, parted lips) so I’ll end by eating yours!”

The muscular youth was limp with pleasant expectancy; his eyes closed as he felt Equesto’s fingers wrapping about his swollen penis and lifting it to the warm breath of his gaping lips. “Suck it, baby,” he wept happily, “just suck it!”

No one had to tutor the horse-man in the art of blowing, Hercules decided with the first long liquid sucks of those lips down over and back up the eager nipple. For a bit he just lay there soaking into his body the goodness of that gobbling mouth that threatened to cut his tit right off at its hairy root. He moaned with exquisite agony as the lips slid upward, feasting furiously about the glans a moment, and then he sighed with satisfaction as the satin suction of the mouth fused down over the long tingle of the tail. His balls felt fluid like wax and his bowels like water, flowing to and fro with the submerging and emerging friction of that marvelous massage.

But then, like Equesto, he felt he had to get up on his feet or simply die of deliciousness, and so he stood up beside his brother, fully attuned to his thoughts, sank down on his front haunches and kept right on eating away. For the Centaur it was the very first dick he had ever sucked but he knew as he nursed it hungrily, feeling the hard, swollen contours of the marvelous penis with his moving lips, and tasting the seeping, salty juiciness of the head as he sucked it, this would not be his last!

And then Hercules felt it coming, rushing up irresistibly from the underside of his bag, a toppling sort of thrill that sapped the strength from his sturdy legs with its sweetness. So, with a gasping sob, he seized Equesto in his big hands and effortlessly rolled the cumbersome Centaur over on his back, and, quickly coming astride his chest, he plunged his penis back into the dripping gape of the thirsty mouth, and catching his brother’s head in both hands he began working it back and forth in motion with the fucking thrusts of his own hips, sliding his tingling peter in and out between the munching lips. The eruptive ecstasy that electrified him between his spraddled thighs made him wild; he no longer thought about Equesto’s comfort, but rammed his dick back and forth, back and forth in a frenzy as the end of his tool blew off. “Ooh shit, oooh shit,” he squealed. “It’s coming...it feels so damned good...oooh shit, it feels so good!”

Equesto’s mouth was so full of prick and creamy pee he couldn’t say a word, but as he sucked and drank the testicle-honey ravenously, he couldn’t have agreed more. And his dick surged up with a sudden fierceness of stiffness, jerking and the snowy semen shot up from the tip like bullets.

When it was over, and the surmounting sensations drained away mercifully, Hercules collapsed limply to his side. He was so utterly depleted and yet so utterly fulfilled he needed nothing so much, right then, but just to lie there, stupefied with sweetness, and rest for hours in the remembrance. He lay breathing deeply, his eyes closed. He had rolled away from Equesto and had really all but forgotten him. But then he heard a rustling sound, and a soft sigh of happiness.

He opened his eyes and then exclaimed with surprise, for the Centaur was gone, and in his place knelt a naked, utterly beautiful youth, smiling down at him. But he saw at once that it was still Equesto’s handsome face, and glancing down between those golden, muscular thighs he saw the penis, reaching up erectly as vigorously, as heavenly huge as the Centaur’s cock had been, and the gorgeous nuts dangled deeply, mule-sized as ever in their bag.

“Yes,” the youth laughed, “I’m Equesto! I couldn’t tell you before...but the last part of Hera’s curse was that I would be released into my natural form only by the wholehearted, unselfish love of another human-being.... Herky, I’m yours, forever, if you want me!”

“Well, I’ll be a horse’s ass!” Hercules exclaimed joyously, his own dick leaping up aggressively in response to the apparent condition of his brother’s cock. “Come here, baby,” he sobbed, reaching for Equesto, “and you’ll see how much I want you! Oh you doll! You doll! You living doll!”

As he rose to his knees, reaching, Equesto came quickly astride his thighs, and as their arms wound about each other like bands of steel, Hercules’ penis drove deeply into the beautiful youth’s asshole again and as they hugged, rocking together, fucking the tool into his belly, they wept for unfeigned, beautiful, fucking, sucking joy!

THE MORAL

The Moral of this little story is:

Don’t ever be unkind to horse’s asses...because some of them may not be horses’ asses after all...but only Fairy Studs in disguise!