Tales of taurs

by brazboy   

A series of miscellaneous short tales centered around boytaurs.

I always dreamed of being fought over by handsome and hot jocks. Having multiple hunks wanting my attention and even begging for me. Who hasn’t? But this was too much! Being surrounded by a furious band of… 24 or 25 muscular and horny jocktaurs who were having a brawling match for me was almost scary! All those powerful muscles, all that salty sweat, all that struggling and rubbing, only to access me, was a bit much!

“Guys, guys, stop!” I shouted, trying to get that confusion of arms, legs, cocks and torsos to separate and quit the messy struggling. The problem was that they were too messy, and I thought they were getting a rush from having their exquisite bodies rubbing into one another almost naked—effectively, they were hugging, groping and frotting, and jocktaurs loved those things. After all, they were some of the hottest multi hunks in campus—it was the swimming squad and the basketball club who had just finished their practices at the same time who were now disputing the right to be milked by me!

“Hrrrr, I’m going to fuck you if you thought you will be milked by Ricardo first!” shouted the captain of the swimming club himself, as he mounted on top of the burly captain of the basketball team, clearly trying to penetrate the even burlier jocktaur with his sizeable erection. The handsome basketballer was not naïve though, and he did the obvious—he turned around, throwing his long self on the ground, and pulling the swimmer atop him, hugging him tight, and starting a double frotting match between the two struggling multi muscle champs.

“Not if I make you cum first!” the basketball star responded in an aggressive and horny tone, as his lips bit the massive muscle tits of the international-level swimmer. And these two were far from the worst in the messy hall, which was filled to the brink with horny tauric studs.

“Stop! Whoever doesn’t stop won’t get milked!” I shout, losing my patience, and suddenly, all movement was arrested, all sound, all fucking, thrusting, slapping, struggling, rubbing, it all just freezes at once.

“You don’t mean that!” shouts one lad.

“You can’t do that!” protests another.

“You aren’t serious!” joins a third, and soon 24 or 25 hunks have turned to beg me to reconsider, and not to stop milking them, because otherwise it would be so hard on them, and they’d never do as good as before in their sports, and I had a duty to milk them of they’d be bloated in their balls, and other such stupid arguments like that. I sigh, and clap my hands.

“Okay, okay, so you make a fucking line. I’ll milk one at a time! One from the basketball team, and one from the swimming team, organized by dick size,” I order, and the lads nodded, sighing of relief and whispering between each other how they were afraid never to be milked again by me, and how other hands wouldn’t do because mine were the best for milking jocktaurs. Slowly, they start organizing in line—of course such horny jocktaurs knew whose cock was bigger than whose, and whenever there was a disagreement, they simply compared their front cocks easily enough, with a third jocktaur observer to give an impartial result.

As soon as they formed a line—the first in which was the best endowed player of the basketball team, I sat down and slapped my laps.

“Great, now you can come in, one by one,” I said, and the smiley largest jocktaur took a few steps until the space between his two sets of legs aligned more or less perfectly with my lap. His massive balls were hanging low and I cooped them, measuring their immense volume. His cocks were throbbing, drooling, and slapping his respective front and rear abs.

“Please, sir… milk me at once,” he moaned, in delight, that massive, tall and muscular jocktaur totally subject to my fingers, as I massaged his balls. Having such power over a room of immensely handsome jocktaurs was making me hard, and seeing all those cocks was making me horny and made me lick my lips.

“All right,” I said, and lowered my head under his frame. At once, I had a hand massaging his rear shaft, and my lips enveloped his rear cockhead, my tongue swirling inside his foreskin before my lips pushed it down. I started swallowing cock, as my other hands rubbed his amazing ass, until I found his butthole and started fingering it, making the jocktaur panted. He starte jerking his own front cock. Other jocktaurs watched, horny and hot, cocks slapping muscles, whispering jealously how much they anticipated being milked. Some started rubbing, hugging and even mounting one another. I took my time milking this one, though. I wanted his milk running down my throat, but I also wanted him to beg.

“Please, sir!” the massive jocktaur moaned, as his front hips were fucking his grip and his rear ones were thrusting his backcock in and out of my throat. I rolled my eyes, as I slid more fingers inside his asshole and stretched his lovely insides, compressing his immensely developed rear prostrate, and then sank my hand and all my arm up to my elbow inside. The jocktaur then grunted and trembled and flexed all over—his insides were made to be fucked; his cock was made to be milked. My elbow slammed his massive rear prostrate—a gland which provided jocktaurs with absolute pleasure—as my fingers rubbed his front prostrate, and soon he was shooting from both cocks at once. More than a liter of seed exploded in jet after jet of ladmilk.

I pulled off from his cock a few seconds later, spunk filling my stomach, drooling down my mouth and dripping from his softening massive rod and running down all the milked jocktaur’s front torso muscles.

“Next!” I said, and the biggest swimmer came forward, so excited he was already almost bursting. I devoured and milked his front cock, as I showed them all why I am a true expert in jocktaur milking. This one was so sensitive that his knees got weak and he bent forwards a little with the pleasure, raising his ass more, inviting my arm in. I took my cue, sliding as much as I can of my arm inside the champion swimmer’s hole, which trembled and squeezed my muscles, trying to milk my arm as if it were a cock. Finally, when his orgasm came, the poor muscle hunktaur almost fainted from sublime bliss and sexual delight, having to be held up by his teammates.

Almost automatically, I called the next one, and the next one, and the next one. A pile of exhausted and satisfied hunktaurs soon was forming in the room—their cocks drooling leftover cum as they moaned exhausted and happy, cuddling on one another as pleased jocktaurs do. Meanwhile, I kept on working, feeling well fed, horny, and desired, but with my fingers starting to hurt.

“Maybe I should start distributing passwords,” I thought, as I approached the 23rd jocktaur. Finally, I was about to finish milking them all, my belly almost bursting. As the 23rd jocktaur moaned and trembled with my milking, I gagged around his cock, ready to welcome his abundant orgasm. 

Right then, I heard the door opening—it was the soccer team which finished their practice, 11 new jocktaurs fresh from the field outside.

“Oh, look, Juliano is still here!” celebrated one of the jocktaurs of the soccer team, jumping up and down as his cocks slapped his muscles. The others chattered excitedly about being milked by me.

“Oh, yes he is, and he is milking too!” commented another soccer jocktaur, happy and hugging a mate.

“Yes, and we are all so bloated, he will milk us for sure!” observed their captain, as I pulled my lips from around the drooling cock of the formerly penultimate jocktaur I had to milk.

“Fuck,” I whispered, but duty called.

Augusto was not like the other hunks who came to the gym. He was taller, bigger, and he had four legs. Lads tried to pretend he was normal, but they couldn’t avoid looking as he worked out, especially since he wore a single massive skirt over his lower body, as there were no gym shorts that could fit a four-legged muscle hunk out in the market. This meant that, sometimes, in the right angle, you could see Augusto’s muscular and hot underside.

“Blue!” exclaimed handsome Iago. His friends grunted in response.

“Fuck, so quick, he just arrived!” complained Ivo, a smaller and leaner guy, before sighing and continuing, “It’s the third day in a roll you are the first guy to found out the color of Augusto’s underwear!”

Iago, of course, just shrugged. He and his friends had started this silly game where they tried to discover the color of Augusto’s underwear before the other, without Augusto noticing, a few months back. The truth, though, was that Iago had a big advantage over his friends, which Ivo was too thick to notice, but others were starting to catch up to.

“Wait, did Augusto just wink at you?” asked a suspicious Uriel, folded his immensely muscular arms over his impressive chest. Iago laughed awkwardly.

“Maybe?” he responded, shrugging, and Uriel lifted an eyebrow.

“Whatever,” interrupted Ivo, leaving his friends to go start another set of exercises. “I’ll see it first tomorrow!” he warned Iago, and eventually disappeared between the machines.

“You aren’t cheating, are you?” asked Uriel, as their mutual friend left. Ivo shook his head.

“I never cheat. I did see his underwear before you guys,” responded the hunk. Uriel frowned more, but when he was about to responded, a smaller cute guy tapped him on the back, making Uriel turn around.

“I did as you suggested, starting today, I’m working out too!” said the deliciously handsome, reasonably sized, but extra-lean lad. Seeing him made Uriel’s eyes sparkle, as he suddenly forgot all about Iago, and went help his crush into some exercises and show him around, as well as drop not-at-all subtle hints that he loved everything Marcos ever did and wanted him to do more things with him, but lewd and without clothes.

Left alone, Iago observed Augusto for a second. He saw another wink, this time followed by Augusto abandoning the set he had just finished, and walking towards the old storage room which he used as a special locker for himself.

“Auuuf,” Iago voiced, almost barking, and then after giving thirty seconds or so to avoid suspicions, he stood up from where he was, grabbed his bottle, and rushed down the hallway to his favorite part of his work-out routine.

“Damn, I love blue,” said Iago, closing the door behind him, to found handsome, tall and sturdy Augusto inside, standing up sideways, so that Iago could see all of the hunk’s amazing frame. And amazing it was—he was handsomer than a model, more muscular than an athlete, standing there like a four-legged Greek god. It made Iago’s cock throbbed under his shorts.

“I know, that’s why I chose it. Now come on… I am so ready…” smirked Augusto, before his voice shifted into a needier tone. “Milk me, man,” he negged, looking down on Iago with his massive blue eyes. Iago, of course, couldn’t not comply.

The first thing Iago did was hold Augusto’s skirt by the hemline, and lift it. What did it reveal? A massively muscular torso connecting his fore and rear legs, which was panting as Augusto breathed deep with both his set of lungs. Also, two blue pairs of underwear (again, one in the front and one in the back), hugging each pair of legs, protecting their own bulges and organs.

“Damn, you look sexier each time!” complimented Iago, as he lifted his hands and rubbed Augusto’s lower torso’s side, making Augusto cry out in delight.

“It’s the pheromones,” Augusto responded, realistically. “You drink off me, so you become more attracted to me with each passing day,” he explained, but this was not convincing to Iago. Augusto was truly and objectively getting hotter; it wasn’t only in his mind.

“I’ll start with the front,” alerted Iago, and Augusnodded. Iago untied the strap tying Augusto’s underwear around his torso like a belt, and then lowered Augusto’s front underwear, revealing his true sex parts—his massive fifty-nine-centimeter cock and his gigantic mango-sized balls. Iago grabbed the cum orbs, massaged them, and then compressed his face on their volume and warmth. “Fuuuuuuuuck!” he grunted, as Augusto lowered his own hands on his half-a-meter-long cock, and stroked it up and down.

“Please, man, my back one…!” pleaded Augusto, and Iago pulled his kissing and drooling mouth away from the hunktaur’s massive foreballs, and moved his hands to the back of his body. Iago massaged the skin under the fabric, and then slid the big underwear downwards, revealing Augusto’s amazing ultra-thick buns.

“You are perfect, man,” Iago couldn’t avoid saying, as he leaned over to kiss those massive muscle orbs, and then shoves his face in the middle, biting the orbs, kissing the gap between them, finding the hole in the middle, and licking it enough to make Augusto tremble and rock his rear legs up and down.

“Pleeeeease, my udder!” pleaded the larger guy once more, as his biggest sex part was still under the yoke of his rear undies. Iago, as always, listened to his mate after teasing him, and lowered the rear underwear to the ground, revealing a massive bag of two big watermelon-sized balls. They could hang low or high, depending in how hot it was, and how full they were. At the bottom of their immense mass, you could found four thick 25-centimeter-long cock-like ultra-sensitive teats.

“You should walk naked from the waist down,” commented Iago, as Augusto moaned, his massive scrotum-udder finally released, and his four teat-cocks drooling pre as their foreskin retreats naturally. Augusto was jerking his front cock by himself, and even lowering his head to suck the immense manly pole, but he needed Iago if he ever dreamed of getting some rear relief.

“Hmhmm, I’d love that, have you mount me naked… I could carry you around like a knight, you kicking my udder to ask me to go back and forth,” dreamed Augusto too, and Iago laughed, as he massaged the sensitive massive rear scrotum.

“Kick it, or milk it, and give a glass of its milk to each dude at the gym, like I do to Ivo and Uriel,” grunted Iago, as he fell on his knees, moving his hands sideways of the fat orbs towards the leaky teats. He went from massaging the skin of the massive udder, to rubbing the cocks themselves, with the palms of his hands, as they seemed to harden and drool more and more.

“Yeah… and I could fuck you on the counter, so we stop hiding ourselves,” moaned Augusto, and Iago grunted, as each one of his hands close their grip around one of the four massively thick cock-like teats.

“We can come out without doing something so dramatic,” said Iago, as his last words before he moaned and mumbled, as he leaned in his lips and face to kiss the udder, and then to lick the slits of the teats, before suckling from one of them. As Iago’s mouth surrounded and suckled on one of the big udder cocks, all of massively and muscular Augusto shook, as the teat started drooling the most masculine tasting stringent and salty milk in existence.

“Hmmmm, yes, it doesn’t have to be so dramatic, just you milking me… suck more, suck me dry,” mumbled Augusto, as Iago stroked and milked two cock-teats and sucked a third, each giving away so much juice that it was even absurd. By now, Iago was becoming an expert on suckling and milking Augusto, massaging his teats and moving his head and lips up and down the teats, even smashing the fat scrotum-udder with his face, like a hungry calf.

“Hmhmmm, hmmmm,” said the drinking and suckling horny Iago, as his hands worked as much as his mouth in making Augusto go crazy. It was so much pleasure, so much delight, that Augusto started stroking his forecock faster, and lowered his head to lick and then suck on his forecock’s glans. In doing so, being weak in the knees of such pleasure, the massive tauric hunk almost lost balance and fell, although he managed to hold himself before disaster struck—it was enough, however, to unintentionally compress Iago’s face between udder and wall, squeezing it against the meaty mass as it was filled with drooling cock-teat. Iago’s eyes rolled from the pleasure, and as he breathed in the smell of udder, suckling teat, his own cock ejaculated in his pants without even being touched.

“Sorry, sorry!” said horny Augusto while the other guy grunted and orgasmed with his mouth trembling around his cock-teat. Almost unintentionally, as he trembled in an unexpected orgasm, Iago nibbled and bit that one of Augusto’s teats, pulling it down hard. It was the time for Augusto to grunted in surprised excitement, and his whole long and muscular body took the opportunity to start trebling, massive balls contracting and throbbing, as his forecock exploded in jizz, and his four rear teat-cocks jolted sending stream after stream of hot liquid male reproductive milk, a quarter of which was flowing directly through Iago’s throat, into his hungry body.

It took a while for the lads to recover from their orgasms. At the end of it, Augusto’s chest was covered in cum, and Iago was covered in milk-seed all over. Augusto’s udder still needed milking, so like a good cowboy, Iago milked his four teats with his hands, drinking as much milk-seed as he could. When the lads were done, they went straight into Augusto’s personal shower to wash up. When they were out again, they noticed that the crowd in the gym had changed—they had been out for a while. Iago’s friends had messaged him on his whereabouts, and after talking to Augusto, the two decided to come clean on how Iago always knew the color of the jocktaur’s underwear beforehand!

Miguel and Alexandre were coming back from the park where they had been playing football with some friends. They were sweaty and shirtless, but also beaming with joy and talking loudly, as they opened the door and came inside. When they arrived home, they found Sandro and Augusto playing video-game, and were forced to pass between their two roommates and the screen in order to get to the kitchen.

“Come on! Come oooooon!” complained Sandro, as he was killed by Augusto, who managed to use that moment of distraction as the two hunks passed in front of Sandro to slay his character, finishing the match. It had been impossible for Sandro not to stared as Alexandre passed in front of him, as his shorts seemed more stuffed than usual, as if a large log was weighting it down between his fore and rear legs.

“You lost,” informed Augusto with a smirk, putting down his controls.

“That’s unfair as fuck!” shouted Sandro, annoyed, glancing sideways at Alexandre’s bigger-than-usual immense bulge. Augusto shrugged at the remark.

“You are the one who decided to gawk at Alexandre’s ass,” responded the smirking four-legged boytaur to his two-legged friend, before being interrupted by an outraged Sandro.

“I wasn’t staring as Alexandre’s ass, man!” protests Sandro, before thinking to himself. “I was staring at that weird bulge in his shorts from his rear legs, across his whole torso, all the way up to his forelegs!” but he doesn’t voice that, of course.

Shrugging, Augusto turns around to Alexandre and Miguel, who went to grab some water in the kitchen and then returned to their small living room.

“How was soccer?” he asked, and Miguel shrugged between gulps of water.

“Well, since you didn’t come play with us, Alexandre’s team had a natural advantage and ended up winning, until his corset burst and we had to come back,” explained Miguel, as Augusto nodded and Sandro frowned.

“Are they old or have you grown, man?” asked Augusto to the other four-legged hunk, who shrugged.

“I haven’t measured myself yet, but both, I guess? My cock had poking well out of my corset for a few months, even at rest,” he explained, and Sandro frowned even more. As the three other dudes chat about corsets and torsos and legs and bulges as if it made any sense, Sandro stood up, confused.

“What the fuck, corsets? What are you guys talking about? Who wears a corset in this day and age?” he asked, and all three other studs looked at him, shocked by the intervention.

“His boytaur corset, Alexandre’s,” explained Miguel, and Sandro looks around as if he had been spoken to in Chinese.

“What does that mean? Why would Alexandre wear a corset, and why would it bursting prevent him from playing football?” asked the confused 19-year-old, as Augusto started smirking and then laughing out loud.

“Because then his cock would sway all over the place, man! How can you play a sport like that?” said Augusto, amusedly, until Alexandre stares at Sandro and interrupts him.

“Wait, man, are you really saying you don’t know what a boytaur corset is? How do you thought we keep our cocks tight and not flopping all over the place?” asked Alexandre, and Sandro grumbled.

“I don’t know, briefs like the rest of us? You have a pretty large bulge between your rear legs, under your ass,” said Sandro, pointing at Alexandre, and then to Augusto, “He does too, so I guess that’s how,” he shrugged, and Miguel laughed.

“Man! Maaaaaaaaaan!” laughed the other four-limbed dude, as the two boytaurs stared at one another shocked that Sandro hadn’t noticed it living with them for almost a year now. Boytaur bulges were far more voluminous than the poor teen had ever suspected!

“Dude, those are just our balls!” said Augusto, now trying to be serious and professorial. “Our cocks reach like… from our ass to about our front legs, soft, usually. We keep it comfy and tight against our lower bellies and abs with the corset, if we didn’t it would drops limp like a gigantic normal human cock, except it usually reaches as low as our ankles,” he said, and Sandro gasped.

“As low as your ankles! What the fuck! You guys have cocks as long as your legs!” gasped the surprised stud, as his friends stared at each other surprised.

“Yes! Usually thicker than legs! Didn’t you learn about it in biology class in high school?” asked Augusto, truly surprised, but then Miguel snapped his fingers.

“Ah, you went to segregated school, right? I guess that explained how you are so naïve!” said Miguel, and Sandro blushed, but Alexandre pushed his ass against Miguel, shaking his head and compressing the four-limbed senior against the wall.

“Doesn’t matter, dude,” he said, serious, and turns to Sandro. “Look, well, man, yeah, we have massive cocks, because we need to reach deep when we mount each other,” said Alexandre and then he lowered one hand to his front hips, more or less where his vertical part met his horizontal half. “We have two prostrates, one in the rear like normal, and one in the front, more or less where yours is, except we don’t have a front cock so it drools inside our intestines and cleans our whole bodies. Reaching this second prostrate is the most pleasurable part of boytaur sex, and it is necessary for boytaur breeding as it’s the inner orgasm that releases the female gonads that allow us to get pregnant, you see? Basically we have an internal uterus, which is actually our fore sex parts, wrapped by a massive prostrate, which ends inside ourselves and can only be reached by extremely long cocks,” explained Alexandre, and Sandro nodded slowly.

“I… I see… so those big bulges between your legs really are just your balls?” he asked, still shocked.

“Yes!” shout Augusto and Miguel in unison, between laughs. Alexandre nodded, and grabbed his shorts zipper.

“Yes, look,” he said, and then unzipped his whole shorts, which fell down his four legs to the ground. He turns around to show his body to Sandro at a 45-degrees angle, so Sandro could see his gigantic two jackfruit-sized balls, as well as the sudden release and wobbling and swaying of Alexandre’s immense leg-sized dong, which slapped and rubbed its glans on the ground, to everyone’s surprise.

“Wow, it truly is immense!” gasped awed Sandro. “It is touching the floor, even!”

“I guess I did grow,” observed Alexandre quite calmly, as his cock never before had actually just touched and kissed the floor while fully limp.

“You are looking good man!” complimented Augusto, as Miguel slapped Alexandre’s big lower torso around, and then rubbed where his lower horizontal torso’s chest would be, making Alexandre moaned.

“And here… here, yes,” smiled Miguel, groping Alexandre’s massive two udders with each a dangling oversized nipple. “Here where their second chest meets their first ass are their nipples, which they use to feed their younglings, when they have some… damn, you are making milk, man!” said Miguel as he pulls his hands and his fingers were covered in a thick white liquid after pinching Alexandre’s teats. The concerned boytaur grunted, rolling his eyes.

“I know, it’s because I took a freshman to mentor and he started suckling from me… anyway, I need to shower, I’m covered in sweat and pre… and now boytaur milk. Who will help me clean my rear and undersides?” asked Alexandre, turning towards Miguel, who was the usual responsible for that. The other football jock however, smiled, and nodded at Sandro.

“How about you go and get some practical lessons on boytaur biology, man? I’m almost a medical professional at this point,” he joked, and Sandro gasped, wide-eyed, still amazed that his friends’ cocks were so immense. Alexandre smiled and moved to push his arms around Sandro, pulling him against his muscular chest.

“Yeah, man, come help me, I’ll teach you all about us. You can even slide your arm in my hole to felt up my inner prostrate if you want to… our prostrates are different than yours, they are like a ring and thick like a cake, wrapping our uterus, instead of small petty bean. You can feel it tremble and releasing its juice when you touch it,” he said, and Sandro swallowed dry at the prospect of burying his arm to shoulder-length in boytaur ass.

“Fuck, man, why didn’t you guys tell me all this before!” he shouted, hard in his shorts to the point of forming an obscene bulge.

“I thought you knew,” responded Augusto, shrugging.

“I honestly thought you just didn’t like boytaurs physically, due to how you acted towards us,” said Alexandre, and then he smiled. “Now I know you were just naïve and ignorant, in the good way,” he completed.

“You never asked,” finished Miguel, laughing, and then slapping Alexandre and Sandro, shushing them to the shower.

Renato was walking into the airport uncomfortably—one could see by how much the oversized four-legged muscle stud was wiggling his ass that he was at least a little bit weird. His father came and hugged him good-bye, slapping his vertical back.

“You don’t need to be so nervous, son, everything will work out,” he said, before sending the 21-year-old off, due to his having to take his flight to France—Europe where Renato would be spending six months travelling with his best biped friend.

“And where is Mateus?” asked Renato’s muscular, oversized and four-legged older brother, noticing his youthful teen little brother had come with two bags. Renato cleared his throat.

“Hmhmmm, he is waiting for me inside,” responded the loyal boytaur, and Rodrigo frowned.

“Why do you have his luggage, then?” asked the older and handsome stud. Renato bit his lips nervously.

“He forgot his…” he responded looking away. Rodrigo sighed.

“I will trust that you are doing nothing wrong, okay?” he said and Renanodded.

“I’m doing nothing that puts anyone in harm,” Rodrigo guaranteed, and Renato smiled and rubbed Rodrigo’s hair.

“Okay, then, take care you two,” said the older stud, finally hugging his little brother by slamming their upper torsos, while their lower ones pointed in opposite directions. Finally, Renato left, passing through all stages until boarding into one of the boytaur adapted plane-seats, which included a hole for inserting his massive dong if needed during the flight—and it was, six times in the eight or so hours of traveling, because Renato’s secret was that in order to save up on money, he was carrying his best friend inside his intestines, and was thus overstimulated and filled by naked hunk during all the crossing of the Atlantic.

Once landing in France, Renato left his seat by popping his tired cock out of his hole, and then asking walking outside with his wet drooling cock slapping on his under-abs. This served as a diversion as he passed through immigration and the x-ray, and as soon as he was in the outside of the airport, Renato went straight to a secluded and private boytaur toilet. There, he panted, working out his muscles, spreading his rear legs, and pooping or birthing out Mateus’ feet, and then his legs and his powerful cock and thick buns, and then his torso and head and extended arms, until he was sitting on the floor panting, erect and grunting.

“Fuck, fuck, what a trip!” gasped Mateus, as Renato moaned, after ejaculating on the floor from giving birth to his friend, and worse, amazingly sweaty too.

“We… we need a shower… but did you really have to hump my intestines and massage my fore prostrate while you were inside me? You literally found my middle asshole and fucked it from inside me, your cockhead popping through my anus and rubbing on the airplane seat! I had to clean your cum there with my hands and then lick my fingers!” complained Renato, as Mateus grunted, slowly trembling and standing up careful, weak in his legs after spending eight hours laying down massaged by his best friend’s inner muscles.

“Sorry but being inside you is too erotic, man! I needed to get off…” apologized Mateus, rubbing Renato’s ass, and then kissing it. “There should be a shower in the paid bathrooms, man, we could use those… if you let me slide back in, we can go together,” suggests Mateus and Renato moaned and blushed.

“To save what, 7 euros?!” asked the boytaur, shocked, and Mateus smirked.

“That too, but also because it’s nice and warm and delicious inside you, man…” said the human and Renato crossed his thick arms over his chest. “You know I was almost finding a way to eat your inner hole?” added Mateus, and the mere idea made Renato grunted, turning around and shaking his head.

“All right, then, but this time you are coming in through the other end!” said Renato, and Mateus nodded, before being grabbed and engulfed by the boytaur’s lips, and swallowed upside-down deliciously, which made Renato ejaculate another time. He felt filled, as his friend slid down his throat, but he managed to control his insides so he’d pass prematurely through his stomach and slide into his intestines where it was clean, comfortable and safe for a lad to rest. Once Mateus was settled in there, Renato squeezed his muscles to massage and tease his grunting best friend, until the human managed to use his hand to grope Renato’s rear prostrate, while his feet rubbed the front prostrate, and his cock slid down Renato’s middle asshole, making the six-limbed hunk have to almost drag himself semi-orgasmically to the showers, as the jocks escalated the sexual torture of one another.

Other than that, things went perfectly: Mateus and Renato showered together in the other bathroom, and came away from the airport excited for being in Europe for the first time. They walked to their hotel where both hunks did the check in and then went to their small Parisian room—it was basically a glorified hallway with one bed, even the bathroom was shared between rooms.

“What? They sent us to the wrong room, we should have two beds!” gasped Renato, as he walked his big body all the way from the door to the window on the other side. “This place is tiny!”

“Dude, dude… chill,” said Mateus. “There’s no mistake. Do you know how expensive a two-bed room is?” he asked, and then lowered his hand to rub Renato’s buns. “I booked a one-bed room for us, I can sleep with you, inside you, we can save money, man!” he completes, and Renato blushed and gasped in shock, wide-eyed.

“Mateus! Are you planning to sleep every night inside my intestines?! Do you thought I am a sleeping bag or what?!” he complains, and Mateus shakes his head rubbing Renato’s buns, and then his back.

“Come on, we can use the money to buy food or see more attractions. And I don’t think you are a sleeping bag! You are my best friend! You are much more comfortable than some wrapped up fabric,” Mateus said, and Renato gasped, overwhelmed.

“Ah, ah… I can’t believe! I will have you inside me all night?! I will be extra horny then! Do you have any idea what it is like? If you want to even think of doing this, then you’ll be jacking me off and cleaning my body whenever I want!” demanded the six-limbed hunk, and Mateus laughed.

“Win-win!” he responded with a smile.

The six members of the university’s team of boytauric polo had finished practice, all coming together to the locker room—the five traditional members and their new freshman, a talented and handsome jocktaur who had just joined the team and yet seemed to complement them marvelously in the field, although they were yet to play an official match.

“You don’t need to worry, Diego, you are doing wonderfully well!” said the captain to their new player, rubbing his hair as they all walked with their 24 legs (all combined) to the locker room.

As soon as the polo team occupied the vestiary, other lads seemed to rush away, as if knowing what was about to happen. The multi-limbed jocks started undressing from their uniforms, taking off their shirts by themselves, and counting with each other’s assistance in pulling back shorts and their respective underwear—which were invariably amazingly big jockstraps, which helped them protect and restrict their massive twin erections when playing sports.

“Hmhmmmm, yeah, wow, great, thanks!” said Diego, relieved in delight as his rods were freed from their prison, and allowed to flop around and engorge, as soon as one of his mates lowered his twin jockstraps to the floor, and then threw them in the locker.

“No problem, man, now you help me!” said Lucas, the other bigger jock, slapping Diego’s rear back and then turning around to point his ass at his team-mate. Diego swallowed dry and rubbed Lucas’s lower and incredibly muscular second torso.

“Oh… okay,” mumbled Diego, and Lucas laughed.

“Don’t need to massage me, man, just pull my straps down. You can mount me to reach my front jockstrap!” suggests Lucas, and the other jocktaurs around laugh, starting to glance at their new member as he nodded and blushed, mounting Lucas with his lower torso to reach Lucas’s front jockstrap’s strap, and release it. Of course, doing that meant Diego’s massive front cock was now slapping on Lucas’s back, and his rear cock had slid in between Lucas’s rear legs, slapping his second set of abs and rubbing against his own rear bulge.

“Hmmm, yes! Now my rear jockstrap, man!” asked Lucas, as his forecock was released and started hardening. His rearcock was also hardening, but it ached a little contained by the jockstrap. Diego slid his body back somewhat, still mounting Lucas, so he could reach and pull down his back jockstrap, releasing Lucas’ rearcock which immediately slapped Lucas’s own rear abs with a wet thud. “Thanks!” said Lucas, moaning and opening his rear legs, which exposes his amazing buns and his crack in between them. As Diego was about to dismount, however, the captain of the team slapped his ass.

“Now help massage his chest, his muscles are sore from the game!” ordered the captain, as Lucas raised his arms, flexed them, and smirked, glancing back at Diogo. Diogo shrugged and slid over to mount Lucas again, in order to be able to reach and massage his pecs from behind, but this time the captain’s hand grabbed and directs Diego’s cock against Lucas’s hole, and so as he mounts the larger stud, Diego’s rod slides immediately inside Lucas’s welcoming insides, making the larger jock moaned in delight as the smaller fucking stud gasped and trembles in surprising but welcome bliss.

“Oh, ohhhh, captain!” moaned a surprised Diego, as his rod penetrated Lucas’ marvelous hole and started being squeezed in all directions by his muscular insides. Lucas, meanwhile, grunted deep and nice as his insides were wonderfully stretched by fat and powerful jock cock, and then deeper as his muscles start being massaged by Diego’s hands, and as Diego’s head lowered drooling and mumbling on Lucas’ sturdy back.

“Come on, you can fuck me!” the senior incentivized his delighted underclassman, rubbing Diego’s face while having his muscles groped by the melting hunk’s hands. Diego, hearing those words of incentive, started thrusting his massive multi-limbed body back and forth, sliding more and more cock inside of Lucas, and pulling some back, before sliding it back in and repeating again. Soon both four-legged jocks were panting and sweating, and Lucas’s forecock bobbed up and down without receiving any direct attention.

“This is so good, hmhmmmm, your ass is amazing, dude!” mumbled Diego, fucking Lucas harder and harder as the larger stud moved his hands to jerk his own forecock.

“You are a great fucker too, ah, ahhh, ugh, Diego… your cock is… ugwaaaah… superb!” grunted a drooling and overwhelmed Lucas, as his muscles were groped, his thick nipples pinched, and his hole stretched far and wide by massive cock. Meanwhile, the other four team members watched the masculine bonding while groping one another, until the captain slapped Diego’s ass.

“Your ass is delicious as well, Diego!” said the captain, and then in one jump he mounted Diego, sliding his enormous meter-long cock inside the underclassman’s almost virginal ass. Diego immediately trembled, drooled and gasped—he was fucking a massive stud and being fucked by a titanic stud at once, and it was amazing! As the captain’s body hugged him from behind, Diego’s whole frame became compressed between the body of team’s largest and most muscular studs! It was hard not to get lost in bliss in this situation.

“Ah, ah, ah! So tight, so thick!” gasped Diego, being fucked by a meter-long pole while fucking a tight muscle ass with his own oversized dong. Lucas also panted as he jerked himself, and the captain grunted biting Diego’s shoulders as he ravaged Diego’s hole with his powerful thrusts. The other jocks cheered and applauded, as their cocks hardened and slapped their multiple abs.

“Di-e-go! Di-e-go!” they cheered, and the new player was soon overwhelmed by pleasure as his whole body shook—in one wave, all his muscles contracted around the captain’s dick and his cock exploded in spunk inside Lucas. The captain continued ravaging post-orgasmic Diego until he came inside the panting stud, and Lucas started self-sucking to come from his frontcock while Diego spread his upper body on his back and shoulders, drooling and panting. When it was all over the captain pulled from inside Diego, and then Lucas pulled from under him, the both of them hugging the newbie so he wouldn’t get weak on his knees and collapse.

“Now you are one of us through and through,” the two older jocks celebrate.

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