I was startled so see someone riding bare-chested in the paddock. Looking up from my sweaty job tossing hay bales as sweat stung my eyes, I made out his muscular neck and shoulders as he came riding along the fence surrounding the paddock. Where the fence didnt quite meet the ground, I saw the hooves clopping along. He was tanned and good-looking, I could tell as he drew up closer. Probably another summer hire, trying out one of the horses. I was sure my ordinarily handsome body wouldn't look very presentable to anyone just now, so I kept to my bale-pitching—I felt hot and sticky in my cutoffs, with bits of hay and dust clinging to my sweaty legs and torso.
“Hi,” he said, pulling up where he could see me over the fence. “Hot enough for you?”
“I'll say,” I said, slightly embarrassed, but grateful for an excuse to rest my muscles.
I noticed the hooves through the under-fence gap. “Galloping out somewhere?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I thought I'd head up to the lake. I could use a dip.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“You want to ride up with me?” he asked, crossing his long, handsomely-muscled arms on the fence and resting his chin on them.
“Sorry, I don't have a horse,” I said. “I just work here.”
“You don't need a horse,” he laughed. “Just hang onto my shoulders and we can head up together.”
Something in his smile and laugh lit a spark deep in me. “Sure,” I said, wiping my hair out of my eyes and feeling a bit turned on.
“Well, come on then!” he laughed, “climb over the fence and let's go. You won't need your shoes. Here, take my hand.” I kicked off my hot workboots and planted my feet on the horizontal frame members of the fence, and was quickly over it. His strong hands grabbed mine and helped me balance as my feet felt their way onto the firm muscled, glossy-coated bare horseback. He held my hands, lowering me down while my legs wrapped around the beautiful stallion flanks, I grasped his wide, handsome shoulders—and we galloped off!
But wait a minute! Where was the head of the horse? He was the horse! Or part horse! “This isn't a horse!” I screamed, terrified.
“Don't worry,” he said, slowing down and looking over his shoulder and turning broad back to look at me. “I'm a Centaur. I'm part horse and part human. I won't hurt you,” he said.
I surveyed the handsome stallion body doubtfully, but awed by his magnificent torso as it sprouted tall and handsome at the front of the horse body. He caught my eye with an earnest look. “I promise!”
“Wow,” I said. I was pretty much speechless, and stunned. I thought Centaurs were only in mythology books—stunning creatures with a powerfully endowed human torso sprouting from a stallion's body.
“So hang on!” he cried, placing my hands anew on his powerful shoulders. They felt so strong and masculine as my hands held them, loving their power and beauty. I gripped his equine flanks with my summer-tanned thighs and calves and dug my bare heels into his sides.
“Giddyup!” I laughed, feeling a hardon urgently growing in my cutoffs, and he laughed too, rocketing forward on his four powerful legs as I spurred him on.
It was overwhelming to feel his powerful Centaur body bear me away—his human shoulders lunged as he galloped, and his hooves pounded as his powerful horse's body burned beneath me, hot and muscular against my legs and pounding against my now-huge hardon. His body smelled wonderful—like sweat and sage, and his beautiful hair caught the wind as we flew through the countryside.
The magnificent tanned shoulders were soon drenched with sweat, which ran down in rivulets along his powerful, broad back, running into the sleek coat where his handsome human waist met the equine body-muscles leading to his pounding forelegs. “If my shoulders get to slippery, you may want to wrap your arms around my torso,” he said.
“Allright!” I cried into the wind, my own strong arms loving the sweet, sweaty muscles of his beautifully tanned upper body. I shamelessly buried my own broad chest in his powerful back muscles, feeling the shoulderblades churning beneath his heavy musculature. I pressed my face against the nape of his neck and inhaled the sweet, sweaty aroma of his hair, and his handsome lower back played host to my own rudely enlarging hardon as it peeked above the trouser line of my cutoffs. His shoulder blades came together as his long, handsome arms reached back to hold my legs and sides affectionately as he pounded along on his four galloping legs. We approached a crest on the hill, and the lake shimmered far below.
He slowed to a canter, as my hands found his nice chest and nipples, both at once. They immediately hardened under my fingertips. “Whoa,” he laughed, his massive horse body stumbling beneath me slightly. “I can't run when you turn me on like this!” he laughed.
“I don't care!” I said, leaning my weight against the graceful curve of his sweaty back. I kissed his shoulders and tasted the sweat, and licked the nape of his neck as his arms found mine and held them to his chest. It was wonderful having my arms around him! And it was wonderful having my legs around him! I brought my feet up behind me and rested them against his back as my knees straddled him.
“Hey!” I said. “What?” he said, turning back to look at me. I had my chance. I planted a full kiss on those handsome Centaur lips and forced my tongue into his beautiful mouth.
“Mmmmmm—mmm!” he said, startled, and his body muscles spasmed as the horse body did an awkward cakewalk. I held on with my legs tightly. He tasted wonderful, and the lips were mine, the mouth was mine, the beautiful male torso and powerful arms were mine, and I squeezed the magnificent body against my chest and held the horse body captive beween my clenched legs. I was violently turned on.
And so was he. “Ohhh,” he cried in a deep, exultant voice as the world seemed to spin around us, and the horizons shifted as the four powerful legs slowly and clumsily gave way beneath us. As he lay his beautiful stallion's body down, I dismounted as well as I could, with my huge hardon in full bloom, and lay my own muscular body down beside him, holding his wonderously sweating torso. We kissed passionately, our strong arms wrapped gently around each other. I felt his arms moving down my body, and my cutoffs began coming loose as his strong hands unfastened them and pulled them off my legs.
But the surprise was all mine when my legs and buns began burning with the hot flaming rod of his huge erection! I involuntarily pulled back from the kiss of his sweet lips as I beheld his huge and beautiful frontal erection—I had always assumed Centaurs were hung like horses from the hind legs. This was something never shown in the statuary!
“Oh my god, you're beautiful!” I cried as I held him anew, kissing his wonderful, sweet lips, feeling the giant hardon invading my legs as it sprouted between us.
“Please, take me!” he cried, sobbing and helpless with arousal as he kissed my chest and shoulders. I kissed him full on his wonderful lips again and began kissing and licking him down his along chest and deeply muscled stomach and below his naval to where the fine coat began and the massive organ was rooted, powerfully swelling between the frontal horse legs.
I was stunned by its size and beauty as it bobbed in front of me. I could feel the heat radiating from it—the heat of his powerful male love for me.
I wrapped both hands around it and hungrily plunged my lips around the hot, massive, cum-oozing head. Its powerful scent and taste set my aching loins aflame, and I couldnt decide whether to break my jaws by trying to suck it or to rip my aching buns open being rump-fed by it. And then my hardon throbbed with near-pain as the idea struck me: why not do both!
“Hold your horses, bud!” I cried, wincing inwardly at the unintended pun, as I lovingly arched my hardon-encumbered body through the front legs and found the second, humongous boner waiting for me, achingly wavering in mid-air from its tremendous ball-sac between the hind legs as the huge horse-body rested on its side.
“Oh, god, be careful!” he cried, his voice coming the distance from the far side of his beautiful Centaur body.
“I'll becaureful; you just watch your hooves!” I shouted, half in jest. “I don't want to be kicked to death by your love-spasms!” But I gave the giant frontal hardon a gentle squeeze as I spread my legs, spearing myself on the gigantic back hardon. My own hardon raged anew at the searing pain of his entry into my love-roused loins. It hurt, wonderfully.
I screamed, a gutteral and animal cry I barely recognized as my own, but it was a scream of pleasure. I realized that what I heard was both of our voices.
Sure enough, the horse body did spasm—the huge horse cock reamed me with that spasm, and I almost came.
Then, as my beautiful male centaur cried aloud in pain and joy, I slowly bent his massive frontal hardon down, folding it down against its own massive ballsac, and, thanking the stars above for every inch of my height and his length, took the frontal hardon into my watering mouth. I gasped at its taste and size, the gasp sending sharp knives of pain up my ass with him swollen within me.
I plunged him into my mouth hungrily. “Oh my god!!” he cried, and I gently began to rock back and forth on my legs, folded against his centaur's horse body, feeling the alternate pull and push of his frontal and hind hardons in my mouth and ass respectively. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” he cried, the powerful and rather bony frontal horse legs grasping my body instinctively. I minded the hooves, which he carefully kept to either side of my sweating body, but soon I was lost in rhythmic rocking with his gigantic cock in my mouth and his second huge hardon locked into my grateful ass, rocking harder and harder. I could feel his torso writhe and the powerful arms flail, picturing his neck veins bulging, his hands clenching and unclenching, as the powerful writhing motions were transmitted though the incredible mass of his equine body.
I was no longer conscious of the pain per se, but felt an incredible union with this super-creature as he filled my mouth and loins. I increased my rocking to a frenzy, my own hardon now about to unload as my hands and tongue worked his frontal hardon and my muscular ass worked his back hardon. I rocked, and rocked, and rocked, and rocked, and rocked! I knew the minute he was about to come, like the rumble of an approaching earthquake, but suddenly it was too late. He screeeaaammed with pleasure as he exploded from both cocks, the frontal cock blasting out of my mouth like a firehose as its pressure broke the hold of my lips and tongue, leaving my throat and nose and face plugged with thick Centaur-cum. As his hind cock exploded with cum, my intestines nearly popped with the ultra-high pressure cum pressure that filled my ass and squirted out again,flooding my ass, loins and legs with buckets of hot Centaur semen. I came massively, my scream of agonized joy strangled by the massive load of his cum in my mouth. Quickly swallowing and clearing my throat and nose, I wiped my face and pounded his frontal hardon as it continued to shoot jolt after jolt of leaping cum jets.
It was such a turnon, and I was still coming! I greedily pulled the massive frontal hardon to me again, taking several jolts in the face as I tried to swallow the endless pulses of hot Centaur cum.
It felt as if someone was kicking me relentlessly in my sore, distended ass, as his gigantic ejaculations continued to pelt my rectum. I continued rocking gently, my ass making sloppy slurping sounds on the huge horse hardon of my Centaur buddy. I felt my own huge hardon burning with relief as it discharged its final massive loads of cum.
My body was soaked with my own cum, and my legs and ass glazed with his cum, which now pulsed gently and more sporadically into me. I was nearly unconscious and feeling half-liquified, when I felt the huge horse body roll slightly as a pair of large, strong young muscular hands reached down to me, gently hauling me up over the supine horse body and along the handsome, good-smelling human flank as well. I was dazed, grateful, and lost in his sweet hug against his massive, sweating chest, my cum-soaked face and hair cradled in his arms and neck as he sweetly nuzzled me and kissed my cum-slick neck and face. In spite of my aching, exhausted state, I felt my hardon rouse anew as he kissed me again, a beautiful, gentle kiss from his wonderful male lips. I held him as he held me, and revelled in his magnificent, lingering kiss. I loved the beautiful young face that reverenced my lips, and the handsome, tanned body and the powerful stallion body. Together we would sleep, and forever we would love.
I had been overcome with lust for Roy the first time I laid eyes on him in the gay Centaur bar. He was beautiful and broad-shouldered, blonde and with a magnificent Palomino stallion body. He was very sexy and muscular, and set all of the Centaurs' huge hardons a-sway when his giant, gentle body bumped theirs in the crowded bar.
Even the handsome bartender, a professional charmer with a magnificent body any of us would die for, could not hide his enormous frontal and rear hardons when Roy's long, muscular arms found themselves comfortably draped around the shoulders of his fellow Centaurs.
Aroused myself, I had to laugh inwardly watching the bartender trying to maneuvering his awesome four legs in the space behind the bar, while his giant penises swayed and bumped against his legs and against the bottles, refrigerators and shelves behind the bar.
Roy had most of our hearts on fire because he was so handsome—and he had the magical appeal of the hextaur, with his double set of hindquarters. I wanted those six legs and all of Roy for myself—especially watching Roy's double hindquarter erections. With his huge frontal hardon and the gigantic twins in back, he could feed the whole bar with his come, but I wanted all of it.
That was my thought one lucky night when I got him talking to me about himself. He was naturally attracted to me—and I was to him, for sure!
It was an especially hot night and the streets were full of sweating Centaurs, and in the bar they joyfully poured huge flagons of ice-cold beer down one another's gulping throats. Roy and I were naturally turned on by each other, and could feel our huge hardons dripping precum as we laughed and talked together, sometimes arm in arm.
I somehow convinced Roy that for every two beers I drank he had to drink three, because I had two hardons and he had three. That got him very turned on, and before long his incredibly handsome body was not only glistening with sweat from the heat but swaying with the beer. As his beautiful lips became slow and slurred, I kissed them repeatedly while he tried to form words, his large, strong hands clumsily resting on my shoulders as he tried to explain something or another to me.
When he noticed I was licking the salty sweat from his huge pectorals and twirling my tongue on his firm, erect nipples, his beautiful body rocked with laughter and his hardons became enormous, swaying heavily. The frontal hardon became too gigantic to even pretend to ignore, and he and I took turns sucking on it.
The guys around us were likewise really drunk, and Centaurs began mating all over the place. The air was sharp with the arousing tang of their sweat, and loud with their screams and drunken laughter.
Roy's muscular hands gestured vaguely in the air as his lips numbly formed his words, and I had to fuck him in the worst way! I gently put my arm around his long, muscular waist and let his beautiful drunken body rest against mine, his six-legged horse-body bumping against mine as the six legs carried him unevenly along. My own two hardons burned with fluid rage from within and my frontal and rear balls churned with unrelieved come under pressure, as Roy's three hardons slowly swung from side to side, burdened by their own tremendous weight and length as he tried to walk.
As handsome, drunken male Centaurs mated unrelentingly on all sides among us, their sweat dripping and their fine coats frothing, gobs of flying come from unattended hardons smacked Roy and I as I led my magnificent drunken stud through the crowd of huge, muscular males, lost in each other's bodies.
Roy stumbled as the cool evening air hit his sweet face, and we were alone outside, save for the coupling Centaurs dotting the surrounding area. “Can I nurse you?” his lips slowly said, as his beautiful eyes tried to focus on mine.
I never answered. He bent his wonderful torso down, wrapping his arms around my back towards my tail, and I felt his wonderful mouth and throat take in my aching rear hardon. I buried my face in his handsome hips, loving their beautiful musculature, and was thankful that he had four rear legs to steady his drunken swaying. They also suspended the most magnificent Centaur hardons I have ever seen, each hardon giant and incredibly long and heavy, running with fragrant ooze. The hardon for the rearmost legs brazenly plowed into the balls of the hardon belonging to the next to last pair, and I twisted my spine and reached my torso and arms towards them. It was heaven to grab both magnificent shafts, working them and sucking both heads to my heart's content.
Pure animal pleasure sweated from Roy's and my bodies, and our legs could barely keep us standing as they finally spasmed with our enormous, spurting ejaculations. I died with pleasure as Roy sucked me up, and I did my best to suck both his giant rear hardons as they spouted and spouted, the excess come flying all over me and all over Roy's underside.
Roy was still coming when I felt him straightening up, as much as he could in his drunken state, and I felt his powerful, gentle hands pulling at me. Before I knew it we were lost in a come-soaked embrace, his huge, snakelike tongue probing my mouth and throat as his alcohol sweet breath filled my grateful nostrils.
As our sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed during our hug, our frontal hardons rudely intruded, barging in between our torsos and rising like hot spears up between us. Roy's glazed eyes met mine in a laugh, and he hungrily sucked down my frontal hardon, working its massive shaft with his strong hands. I grabbed his huge frontal guy likewise and we both laughed as we sucked and sucked at each other's incredibly enormous frontal hardons. I was so turned on I could feel my rear hardon getting hard again, and both of Roy's rear hardons became totally engorged again as well.
It wasn't that we didn't want to stop after our frontal hardons let loose their massive pulses of molten hot sperm. It took a lot of effort to catch as much of each other's come as we could—and the come glazing our faces was only a fraction of the huge leaping spurts that shot out into the night air. It felt so good to come with Roy I could hardly stop, and neither could he! Before we could finally stumble off to sleep together we had to suck our back hardons down one more time, and then I had to mount Roy and fuck him properly. He then butt fucked my horse's ass with his frontal hardon and then with his two back hardons. So I gave him a final butt fucking with my frontal hardon as well, and we decided then and there to marry each other. All I can hope for is that if we get each other pregnant our sons will have six legs!