Centaur Professor
by Josh Dugan

I think most of the guys took the advanced course series not because we were
interested in an arcane branch of molecular biology, but because we were
secretly wild about the teacher, Ed, who was the only centaur on the faculty.
He was jaw-droppingly beautiful, and just watching him dip his head to come
through the doorway turned me on. The seeming miles of gleaming coat and
muscle of male horse that followed his bare-chested torso into the room made
me ache with arousal. 

He would smile and greet our class, and I could almost feel all the hardons
heating up as we smiled and returned his greeting. Guys would become warm and
aroused, and within minutes of Ed's arrival they would be stretching and
sometimes trembling with arousal, secretly reaching for their crotches to
adjust clothes around their expanding hardons.

We would simply drink in the sight of him this huge and statuesque centaur
male, who dominated our vision and our thoughts as his spectacular body stood
four-legged in front of us, while his long-muscled arms pointed to a chart or
simply gestured while he clarified the endless minute complexities that filled
our studies. Watching the four giant horselegs intelligently carry out
seemingly impossible maneuvers around the desk, chalkboard, overhead projector
and the various easels and charts left me in awe of him, as he discoursed on
formulas and rare, detailed structures.

He was a good teacher, fair and with a knack for challenging and encouraging
without finding fault; his dispassionate love of science seemed to emanate
from his very core, but the very fact of having so much of him and his beauty
in the room was almost too awesome to deal with. His height, from atop a
graceful and powerful stallion's body, almost commanded a swoon in itself. 

I  kept noticing guys doing centaur doodles and sketches of Ed on little
sheets of paper that could be quickly hidden away. Some of them were very good.
Ed would guide his giant four-legged body skillfully among us at our desks,
twisting and bending his broad, muscular shoulders as his long arms and
beautiful hands reached down to check a paper or point out a possible solution
in an equation. His four legs worked in seemingly effortless partnership,
bearing the massive stallion body past us as we worked away at mind-searing
problems, our calculators warm with use. His huge equine muscles gently
radiated their own heat, the heat of the powerful centaur blood that pounded
within his endless veins and arteries, the warmth of primal male life that
filled his magnificent form.

As his four hooves carefully picked their way along the narrow aisles between
our desks, I could feel even their quiet impact on the floor,  through my
soles and seat and arms as I sat at my desk, trying not to be distracted by
the beautiful horse commanded by the mind and upper body of a god.

If he noticed the admiring stares of the students, he never let on; once he
had passed by one's desk and checked one's work, one could hardly help but
gaze upward at the passing parade of his centaur body. I would be in rapture
at the stunningly powerful contours of his four legs, his flanks and back as
he talked to a student several desks ahead. And there, like a loaded cannon
between the massive muscle sweep of Ed's equine rear legs, was his huge male
centaur organ, massive even while stowed away within his powerful warm
hindquarters, elegantly draped from partial view by his hind legs and his
long, gleaming horse tail.

Even though the members of the advanced class tended to be broad-shouldered,
good-looking, long-legged guys on average, compared to him, we felt puny and
small, through no fault of Ed's, of course. Guys would adopt extreme work-out
schedules in between their study hours, just to emulate his torso's naturally
huge, long muscles, and although none of us would have even thought of going
shirtless in class, as Ed's natural naked state permitted him to do, most of
the class was in awesome shape beneath their clothes. Somehow, his scholarly
spirit provided the ideal mix with his intensely physical anatomical bodily
endowment, and his quiet inspiration gave us an unquenchable thirst to
continue to grow steadily in knowledge and in body.

It was common to see large groups of our well-built guys clustered near him
before and after class, hanging on his every word and showing him their work,
noting his suggestions and corrections. He never seemed to mind the extra time
he had to take to work with them, even in spite of the crushing demands of his
own research and publishing. 

And the guys seemed to revel in the chance to be near to him, to have him
personally examine their work, exchange a word or a smile at close range, or
to feel the friendly weight of one of his giant, beautiful hands on our
shoulders as his awesome torso and shoulders towered over us, his neck gently
bent down so he could view our work and speak to us. We crowded around Ed,
almost reveling in the chance to brush or bump his horse body while straining
over each other's shoulders to watch him show something to a particular
student. I know we worked really hard on our studies, because they were so
entwined with the intense and wonderful experience of being near to our
handsome centaur teacher, and it was the way we could become close to him.

In fact, something occurred to me one day, watching him explain a difficult
concept to a cluster of his tall, muscular students. His words flowed with his
usual comforting mix of enthusiasm and pedagogy, while unfolding his huge long
arms to describe the steps of a chemical process, with flowing gestures of his
strong, long-fingered hands. His four giant horse legs did their own quiet
choreography to carry out his gentle body language. I realized that there was
literally a lot of love in that room. I also realized that the undercurrent of
energy that carried the class ahead was the tremendous arousal that Ed
sustained sexually in our bodies as well as intellectually in our minds. Yet
he was as unaffected and natural as the beauty which radiated from his
strapping centaur body, and he was totally professional, his awesome sexuality
never mentioned, even as it bathed us in its sweetness and power.

The very first time I remember seeing Ed turned on, thinking back on that
amazing moment, was the night of an end-of-semester party at Ed's house. It
was a warm, balmy evening when the air was fresh with the wonderful fragrance
of flowers and trees, and rich with the smell of barbeque. Since it was just
guys, food and beer, no one felt shy about skinny-dipping in the brilliant
aqua glow of the swimming pool, perhaps to show off well-developed muscles. 

Naturally, it wasn't long until several of the guys, naked, laughing and beer-
fed, managed to coax Ed into the pool as well, pulling at his hands and
pushing at his gleaming flanks as he pretended to protest, laughing with
pleasure as the horde of  young muscular nudes pressed with their bodies and
hardons against him, leading him down the steps in to the shallow end and
finally into deeper water. It wasn't like Ed to stumble or trip, so when he
fell off his four legs, so to speak, sending a wall of water crashing over the
side of the pool, I knew it was the brew at work on his beautiful centaur body
as well. But even then I had to admire his care for the guys; his four legs
deliberately remained calm, without scrambling, so as not to kick anyone. He
allowed his massive body to float, and gladly gave his hands to the guys who
grabbed them, towing him back to shallow water.
 
It was amazing to see his natural dignity as a professor and a centaur
interplay with the arousal of his horseplay with the tall young men. When the
splashing and laughter finally subsided, again he gave his hands to the guys
who pulled him, dripping gallons of water, up the pool steps, with four more
naked, muscular students riding his horseback, holding on to his flanks with
their long legs, glistening wet as they draped his horse body with a handsome
blanket of human male leg muscle. 

And there it was, swaying and bobbing massively between Ed's back legs as he
laughed and stumbled, the first hardon I had ever seen him grow.

With the warmth of the evening, the great food and beer, and the camaraderie
and love we all felt for Ed and for each other, it seemed the supreme moment
for all of us to start coming - - there was no other way to deal with his
incredible sexuality. Ed laughed, obviously turned on, and highly honored to
be the toast of the evening, as come flew as if it were champagne frothing
from uncorked bottles, guys groaning, beating themselves off, beating each
other off, and coming everywhere, come running down Ed's back and flanks and
down the long legs of his riders.

"How 'bout you, Ed?" one of the nude students asked, licking his come off his
hand while he leaned against Ed's hindquarters, indicating Ed's giant hardon. 

"I'd like it, but you need a lesson in centaur come if you want to be prepared
for the consequences," Ed smiled. 

"Not that I wouldn't love to see them work their effects on anybody."

And in that moment, Ed the aroused, drunken centaur we lusted for became Ed
the teacher we all loved, the only difference being the clumsiness of his lips
and of his beautiful hands, and the swaying of his water-slicked body on its
four legs.

And what a lesson it was. The guys gathered seated on the pool deck around Ed,
their long-muscled nude bodies comforably resting against each other. Ed
settled his horse body down on its four legs, resting on the lawn at the
deck's edge, with his back legs sprawled sideways a little to give his huge
hardon some room. As Ed talked about his centaur sexuality, that same
wonderful arousal that had bonded the guys through endless hours of classtime
returned, only this time it was refreshingly overt. 

Even though everyone had just come, giant hardons sprung anew, and some guys
quietly stroked themselves or their partners as Ed talked about his centaur
come.
We were amazed at what Ed told us about the properties of centaur come, and it
was so arousing that some guys begged to serve as volunteers to demonstrate
its effects. 

We learned several things from Ed. First, the centaur precum itself was
neutral, that is, not toxic or harmful to living tissue, but it caused a huge
increase in the ability of tissue to stretch. This was a natural evolution in
the development of the centaur, Ed explained, because those centaurs in the
evolutionary chain that failed to develop such precum were limited to sexual
partners with very large capacity to handle the enormous centaur penis. By
natural selection, the centaurs that were able to breed and perpetuate the
race were able to distend their partners to extremes, well beyond what their
partners would normally be capable of handling. The precum permitted even the
most hugely endowed centaurs to mate, since their giant penises were no longer
an impediment to breeding. 

The fact that centaurs evolved universally huge penises was another happy
accident of evolution, Ed laughed, with the students sharing his laughter.

As a demonstration, Ed had his volunteers rub their hands on the huge head of
his penis, which was glistening with a thick glaze of precum, and rub the
precum onto their hands as they would ordinary hand lotion. "Don't taste it,"
Ed said. "Not yet."
The volunteers dutifully glazed their hands with Ed's precum. First one, then
another, then all of them began saying "Wow," and then the entire audience of
Ed's muscular, nude class of students joined in the chorus of aroused
amazement. I was dumbfounded. The guys with Ed's precum on their hands found
that their hands became extremely stretchy and flexible. 

It was sexy to see what they could do to their beautiful hands -- pulling the
fingers longer, stretching and twisting their wrists like taffy. They bent
their hands over double. One guy pulled his fingers back over his shoulder
like an archer or a kid with a slingshot. Guys could wrap their hands two and
three times around their or their partner's penis.

Ed's broad shoulders shook gently as he chuckled, in a boys-will-be-boys way.
The guys were passing precum hand-to-hand. "I think I like this," he laughed,
as students assiduously harvested precum from his huge penis head, which began
to further swell with arousal and ooze more precum at the touch of so many
male hands.

I could have predicted everyone's next move, and you can imagine why!  Guys
smeared gobs of Ed's centaur precum on their penises and anuses, and soon  the
balmy evening air was full of the pleasant cries of their arousal. The penises
became huge and elastic, pythonlike,even seeming to add tissue, which in fact
they were doing, Ed assured us. 

"Try tasting my precum," Ed suggested. 

"Mmmmm!" the guys said, and the precum really did taste good, very male and
glutinous, with the tiniest tang of salt. But the cool thing was that it made
your mouth feel really warm and sensitive, and your mouth and jaws and throat
could stretch big enough to swallow ridiculously large things, such as the
giant stretched penises everybody was developing.

Guys began wrapping themselves in their huge, heavy penises, coming in quarts
into their own mouths. One guy stretched his penis over his shoulder, his
partner sucking it behind his back, while he stretched his partner's penis
around from behind him and up to his own lips. As the harvest of Ed's precum
continued, Ed smiled, a flushed and intense look on his handsome face, as his
penis continued to swell beneath all the young men's hands.

Guys were smearing Ed's precum all over each other's bodies, and a wonderful,
musical, continuous groan settled over the guys as Ed's precum enabled them to
distend themselves, feeling intense pleasure in the stretching of arms, of
legs, of necks, of penises, of anuses. The class clown literally stuck his own
head up his own handsome ass, which was nothing like the typical doctored
photos you see from time to time - it was really quite sexy to see his
muscular neck disappear into the beautiful globes of his butt, his body lost
in itself. 

Their precum-stretched mouths became amazingly huge and flexible. Guys could
swallow yards of pythonlike penis, even put entire arms and shoulders in their
mouths.One guy got his mouth totally around his partner's body, like an
extremely handsome stork. Another guy distended his partner's ass to the point
where he could climb inside it, which of course made the other guy totally
unable to walk, especially when the guy tied his buddy's legs into a handsome
and oddly erotic granny knot, with big handsome male feet dangling at the
ends. 

And other guys slow danced nude with each other, their torsos twisting around
each other like two pieces of taffy, until you couldn't tell which legs went
with which guy. Necks intertwined, fingers interlaced, arms wrapped several
times around partners' torsos, guys made themselves eight feet tall. . .

"Do any of you want to become centaurs," Ed said suddenly, sounding very
aroused and having a hard time controlling his breathing. "I have to come
worse than I ever have before, but you have to know what my come will do to
you when your body is dosed with it."

"Yeah!" came the reply of several aroused young male voices, some slurred with
distended tongues or muffled with come.

"Okay, guys, listen, because I want to tell you, and then I want to make love
to every one of you. So this is the part I wanted to tell you about most," Ed
said feverishly, his hardon looking very huge and immensely long, as guys
rubbed their faces and bodies on it to coat themselves with his precum. 

"The centaur's precum sets the stage by distending the partner's body, which
gives the centaur and his partner a really good fuck, number one," Ed said,
with a chorus of laughter from the nude students, largely a show of sympathy
for Ed's hugely aroused state. 

"But the come itself is transformational. Just as the precum stretches and
even creates new tissue in the centaur's lover, the come is a total life force
that changes the lover, but always in accordance with the lover's own desires,
as there is a psycho-volitional link. It's totally driven by love. 

"Centaur replication is very much like human or animal within the centaur
species, but where there is love involved, a male centaur can create centaurs
by transforming humans who desire centaurhood. If you make love to me and want
to be a centaur, my come will distend you and change you into a centaur also.
It's a very good feeling to change, and throughout the process you will be
very hungry and will have to come nearly the whole time. so we have plenty of
food on hand to feed you during the hours of your transformation into a
centaur.If you suck each other off during this time it will help speed the
transformation, and will make you into bigger, more beautiful centaurs. As I
said, love is the driver.

"The human who wants to be transformed by a centaur but wishes to remain human
becomes more so, as a multiple-limbed human. If you and I make love and in
your heart you wish to remain human, you will also be distended by me, and my
come will make you four-legged, and while your legs will be longer and more
muscular they will remain male human legs. You'll also have four arms, longer
and more muscular, and you'll be quite a few inches taller. But it feels good
to transform to multiple-limbed as well, and I recommend you eat a lot and
help the process along by sucking each other off throughout the night, as that
will make you bigger and more beautiful as multi-limbers also. 

"That's about all I can tell you now because I have to come in the worst way!
May I make love to any of you or all of you?"

And the rest of that wonderful night remains a milestone in each of our lives.
>From the blinding pleasure of being distended and penetrated by Ed to the
satisfying fulfillment of becoming centaurs or multilimbers, all of us were
incredibly transformed that night and found each of our bliss in magnificent
love with Ed. And it was very erotic to see pairs or clusters of guys, feeding
each other and faithfully sucking each other down as their bodies grew larger,
heavier and more beautiful. By dawn we were still feasting, and the warm air
in morning's early light bore the tang of sweat and come from the beautiful
centaur bodies that slept with other centaurs, with multilimbers asleep in
multiple armed embraces, and with centaurs and multilimbers peacefully
snoozing in the warmth of each other's closeness.

Like the good teacher he was, Ed walked his four horselegs among us, checking
our progress, sucking us off here or there as needed, giving a touch or a hug
of assurance and welcome.

Needless to say, they've enlarged the classrooms and reworked the furniture to
accommodate us, but with our intellectual processes sharpened as well, a
welcome side effect of our transformartions from the centaur gene, it's not
stretching a point to say that our minds have grown, too!