Gay Centaur

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 wouldnt 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 carefuly 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.