The Tijuana Bible Reader. Victor J. Banis
more thrills to possibly tingle his balls...but he had a few things to learn. As his brother lifted a muscled thigh and positioned his brown, succulent-looking asshole over the tip of Equesto’s penis that stood up like the stallion’s spear it was, the Centaur had a delight in store he had not even counted on, and he shivered with expectant ecstasy as glans and rectum touched, and his eyes almost ached in their sockets as he stared at the incredible sight of that enormous bulb of his peter driving deliciously up into the elastic spreading of the brown-ringed hole to suck it in!
Equesto could not restrain the soft scream of unutterable bliss as he felt his cock sinking into that tight, slimy-succulent cavity of his handsome brother’s shithole. A thrusting torrent of thrills seemed to surge up through his own bowels with an enervating sweetness. He wound his arms more tightly about Hercules and dredged his quavering lips with a deep thirstiness into Herk’s mouth, his tongue flashing about helplessly like a snake. Oh gods, his whole big body seemed to be slowly, deliciously drawn into the snug, swabbing sublimity of those practiced bowels!
But even the sophisticated strong man, with his surfeit of sex, was experiencing a deepness of delight he had not known was possible. He felt a shortness of breath, sobs of pleasure crowding in his throat, a suffusing of an excruciatingly sweet sensation through his belly and legs, as that huge dong drove deeper and deeper into his turds. He let his grip on Equesto loosen so that the weight of his body could impale his body more quickly on this thrilling lance of love.
Both youths moaned with a heavenly hysteria as they felt their parts sliding and touching far into the belly of the beautiful muscle-boy, and their mouths glued gluttonously in a frenzy of fucking-kisses....
Even if the throes of his threatening climax was jollying his testicles to juice, the Centaur felt it would be redundant to say he could no longer take it lying down, so with harsh, inarticulate whinnies he began to struggle to his feet, automatically pumping his glossy butt to keep his penis fucking in that delicious poop-pocket. And Hercules, having known the ecstatic energies of a fucker about to come...though let us hasten to say, never with a horse...quickly, expertly fastened his arms and legs about the Centaur’s magnificent torso, and hung on for dear life!
True, this was apt to be a rather tiring position, but Equesto, rearing rapturously, and crying out with hysterical horse-sounds, was thrusting his ass back and forth like a mad machine, feeling his pounding peter sliding in and out of that marvelous man-hole, shooting thrills through his belly like waves overlapping themselves as they washed frettingly up on the beach. And Hercules, clinging tenaciously to the frantic creature, was able to get a few good licks in himself, driving that tool into himself so deeply and forcibly he gasped for breath and the pleasure rocketed through him with a delectable dizziness.
And then that massive, meaty penis surged swellingly, tightening in the asshole so much, each plunge was achieved only with terrific force, and the Centaur’s load shot out with such ferocity and velocity it was all Herky could do to keep his senses about him. The thrill exploded in his brain with a brilliance of sensation that all but blinded him, and he screamed out as he felt his own prick jerking with a fierce convulsiveness as the tingling darts of feeling shot up through its shaft and the thick, creamy juice drained from its head in long ropes of milky liquid. And distantly about him, he heard Equesto squealing and babbling like an idiot of joy as his wad jetted deep in Herky’s belly like a recurring geyser.
For a long time afterward, as they sank utterly drained of strength to the ground, the two brothers laid in weary contentment. A good sort of tiredness seeped through their quivering limbs, and between their legs a refreshing kind of exhaustion. Equesto’s dick was still threaded deeply into Hercules’ asshole, its limpness laved in the gentle contractions the strong man maintained lovingly for his partner’s pleasure which was expressed through little catches of breath as the tube tightened and released about the long, meaty organ. And their hands caressed each other tenderly, Hercules stroking the sweat-wet glossiness of the horse-half of Equesto, while his lips kissed what might be termed the belly of his man-half, and Equesto’s hand held and fondled the curly-haired head of his brother in what might be termed the truest of benedictions, so grateful he was for all that Hercules had done for him.
But finally with a sigh of sadness they slid apart since the Centaur’s cock was slipping with a fat sluggishness from Herky’s rectum, despite their closeness, and also the warm cum beginning to seep out was itching them a little.
For a moment they lay holding each other in loving arms, exchanging a frequency of tender kisses and gazing into the other’s eyes with a fondness far more than brotherly. Hercules laid back grinning contentedly as he reached up and brushed back his brother’s hair disarrayed by the ecstasies of love, as he felt Equesto’s fingers exploring helplessly again between his legs. They trailed up and down the swollen stem, skinning the glans, curling about it as it began to resume a solidity of stiffness, and pumping.
“Now, we’ll end this little idyll as we began it,” the Centaur said softly, as he played affectionately with the throbbing thickness of the full erection. “You began by eating mine (he bent to kiss Hercules’ moist, parted lips) so I’ll end by eating yours!”
The muscular youth was limp with pleasant expectancy; his eyes closed as he felt Equesto’s fingers wrapping about his swollen penis and lifting it to the warm breath of his gaping lips. “Suck it, baby,” he wept happily, “just suck it!”
No one had to tutor the horse-man in the art of blowing, Hercules decided with the first long liquid sucks of those lips down over and back up the eager nipple. For a bit he just lay there soaking into his body the goodness of that gobbling mouth that threatened to cut his tit right off at its hairy root. He moaned with exquisite agony as the lips slid upward, feasting furiously about the glans a moment, and then he sighed with satisfaction as the satin suction of the mouth fused down over the long tingle of the tail. His balls felt fluid like wax and his bowels like water, flowing to and fro with the submerging and emerging friction of that marvelous massage.
But then, like Equesto, he felt he had to get up on his feet or simply die of deliciousness, and so he stood up beside his brother, fully attuned to his thoughts, sank down on his front haunches and kept right on eating away. For the Centaur it was the very first dick he had ever sucked but he knew as he nursed it hungrily, feeling the hard, swollen contours of the marvelous penis with his moving lips, and tasting the seeping, salty juiciness of the head as he sucked it, this would not be his last!
And then Hercules felt it coming, rushing up irresistibly from the underside of his bag, a toppling sort of thrill that sapped the strength from his sturdy legs with its sweetness. So, with a gasping sob, he seized Equesto in his big hands and effortlessly rolled the cumbersome Centaur over on his back, and, quickly coming astride his chest, he plunged his penis back into the dripping gape of the thirsty mouth, and catching his brother’s head in both hands he began working it back and forth in motion with the fucking thrusts of his own hips, sliding his tingling peter in and out between the munching lips. The eruptive ecstasy that electrified him between his spraddled thighs made him wild; he no longer thought about Equesto’s comfort, but rammed his dick back and forth, back and forth in a frenzy as the end of his tool blew off. “Ooh shit, oooh shit,” he squealed. “It’s coming...it feels so damned good...oooh shit, it feels so good!”
Equesto’s mouth was so full of prick and creamy pee he couldn’t say a word, but as he sucked and drank the testicle-honey ravenously, he couldn’t have agreed more. And his dick surged up with a sudden fierceness of stiffness, jerking and the snowy semen shot up from the tip like bullets.
When it was over, and the surmounting sensations drained away mercifully, Hercules collapsed limply to his side. He was so utterly depleted and yet so utterly fulfilled he needed nothing so much, right then, but just to lie there, stupefied with sweetness, and rest for hours in the remembrance. He lay breathing deeply, his eyes closed. He had rolled away from Equesto and had really all but forgotten him. But then he heard a rustling sound, and a soft sigh of happiness.
He opened his eyes and then exclaimed with surprise, for the Centaur was gone, and in his place knelt a naked, utterly beautiful youth, smiling down at him. But he saw at once that it was still Equesto’s handsome face, and glancing down between those golden,