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,