Centaur
By Bald Hairy Man
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I am Timon, a centaur. Not only am I a centaur, but also I am the King of the Centaurs, and one of the last of the centaurs. The sacred spring that made my race possible has dried up.
The water of this spring made it possible for men to couple with animals, and had the happy effect of making them want to couple. The Greek poets got it all wrong, as is their wont. We are not actually a race. Each of us is the result of a single mating of a man and a horse. Of course men mate with goats in the case of Satyrs. Any thing other than that would be unnatural.
The dry spring means the end of my race, as well as that of the Satyrs. When we die there will be no replacements. Oddly, Nymphs seem to be a plentiful as always, although not on this island.
Because of the spring each centaur is individual and unlike the others. My father was Hercules and my mother was a beautiful mare. She was the size of a stallion. Pegasus was her father, but she had a sweet disposition. By the way, Pegasus didn't have wings. He was very fast, but he did not have wings. The Greek poets got it wrong again.
Satyrs are much more consistent, since they always have a human trunk, and goat lower body. Sometimes their sexual members are more goat-like and sometimes more man-like. Whichever organ they get, their members are always goat sized.
I am one of the few Centaurs to have human genitals at my trunk, and horse genitals at the rear. Double genitals are rare, but much admired. Hercules visits me often and he is much taken by this. My human parts match his except for being horse sized. He is a lusty man and admires me.
Oddly, my personality is that of my mother who was placid and calm. Centaurs can be difficult to get along with and violent, but that isn't me. I am a very affable man, or animal. It depends on which half of me you are dealing with.
I do suffer from one major problem. I have the human's fascination and drive for sex. Some of my fellow Centaurs were horse like and only wanted to breed in season. My season is every day. I also have human lusts and desire for sexual gratification.
I have no interests in my fellow horses. I want humans. I discovered long ago that human women have no interest in me. They see me as a freak and monster. I have to admit, not all women survive a sexual episode with a centaur, and my centaur friends who tried it said it wasn't too good for them either.
Luckily, men are interested in me. Masculine men attract other masculine men. You can't get any more masculine than a horse hung man-stallion. The two sets of genitals also seem attractive to them.
I like men. They understand my needs. They are in heat all the time too, and my desire for sex doesn't seem odd to them. They are curious, and many are willing to play with me.
It was my father who first asked if I could have two orgasms at once. I didn't know, but once that seed was planted in my brain, it grew. I wouldn't say a double orgasm was the major objective of my life, but it was a recurring interest.
The sexual options for a centaur living on an isolated island in the Aegean Sea are limited. The humans were few and the goats many. My father, Hercules attracted men the way honey attracts bears. He had no problem attracting men and being a lusty man, he had many opportunities to enjoy their bodies. If he found a man who was particularly good and lusty, he'd send the man my way.
"When I tell they my son is a centaur some are interested," he told me. "When I tell them my boy has two cocks and it's a problem for him to get truly satisfied, some get excited. If the man seems interested enough, I send them your way."
"What else do you tell them about me?" I asked.
"I tell them you're a good man," he replied. "I warn them both your cocks are huge and you shoot lots of spunk. If you're not careful you can choke, or even drown in the man seed."
"I'm surprised anyone would come at all," I said.
He smiled. "You don't understand men," my father said. "That makes them more excited. If they are the right kind of man, that is." I had played around with the Satyrs some. They were always willing, but they liked to fuck, and my ass was way too high for them to reach. One or two wanted me to fuck them, but my cocks were too high.
There was another, bigger problem. Satyr Asses are perfect for taking goat cocks, but horse cocks are another matter all together. Neither my man cock, nor my horse cock would fit. Several of my Centaur friends would make it fit one way or another. I was never comfortable killing my sexual partners, so I was out of luck.
I was still young when I had my first experience with man-to-man sex. It was good. I was watching the sea from the top of a cliff when I saw the black ship with its red sail in the distance. It was a hot day, but the sea breeze was cool and refreshing. I knew the ship would be here soon. The same breeze that cooled me filled its sails.
I went to the beach to greet the men. Only two men got off the ship. One was older, older than my father. I later found out he had been a mighty warrior when he was younger. As a demigod, my father never got older. I had never seen an old man before. He was bald with a thick, bushy white beard. His chest was broad and covered in curly white hair. Beneath the hair, his skin was the color of burnished bronze. He came with his spear bearer, who was a younger man.
The ship with its sailors returned to the open sea as soon as possible. They may have been frightened but the collection of Centaurs and Satyrs watching them from the shore. I went into the water to greet the two men.
"Hail Timon, son of Hercules!" the man yelled. `'I bring greetings from your father!"
"Welcome to my island," I responded. He walked up to me showing no signs of fear. That was unusual.
"Great Hercules said you were a magnificent man-beast, and that you are. I am Antander, is this is Golo," he said. "Your father described you as a marvel. He didn't tell me you were so beautiful."
We were still standing in the surf, so we went to land and I got the satyrs to bring us some food. I wasn't quite full grown yet, but I towered over the powerful man. He had to look up to see my face, but my cock was near his eye level. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of my member. That was full-grown.
As a horse I was full grown, and as a man I had a beard and the beginnings of a hairy chest, but I wasn't close being adult. I knew all about horse sex, but little about man sex. I did know Antander was interested in me sexually. I could smell that.
We talked. He had lost his favorite son in battle He said he longed for the comfort of his son.
"When I was with your father I felt complete again," Antander said. "He is manly enough for two men. When his seed filled my loins, I felt like a whole man. Man seed is what I lack."
"I can just look at you and know you are a great and powerful man," I said. "My father picks only powerful men for his pleasure. He knows you are great too. Why did you come to see me?"
"Your seed," he said. "I want to taste your seed." I must have looked puzzled.
"Your father said you shoot lots of seed," he said. "I want to eat your seed."
"How are you going to get it?" I asked. He leaned over and took my cock into my mouth. Antander first sucked my skin into his mouth, then pushed his tongue into the skin and licked my cock head. It felt good. It soon began to feel very good.
My cock began to get hard. Its horse sized, not man size, so I thought Antander would give up sucking. It seemed to make him more excited. I got more excited too. My play with the Satyrs was nothing like this. They were crude, if enthusiastic. Antander was enthusiastic but delicate.
Satyrs were always erect. Antander was relaxed when we met. As he sucked me his member enlarged, and soon was fully erect. I was oddly pleased. I hadn't sexually excited a man before. His cock was beautiful. I reached down and stroked it. He moaned. That pleased me. His cock head popped out of the skin and was slippery. I swirled the slippery stiff around his cock head and then tasted it. It was sweet.
I wanted more, so I lifted Antander so his cock was at my mouth. I sucked it. I could understand why he liked sucking me.
"I want to suck too," he said. I turned him upside down he sucked my man cock while I sucked his. I was going to shoot, so I lowered him to the ground. He wrapped his lips around my cock just in time for me to shoot my seed.
I had climaxed many times before, but never like this. My whole body shook as volley after volley of my seed spurted into Santander's mouth. It filled his mouth then drooled down his chest. I looked at his face and saw the eyes of man who was in paradise.
When I finished I lifted Antander into my arms and hugged him. His heart was beating fast. He hugged me. We kissed.
This was all new to me. Horses don't feel this way. Satyrs don't kiss. They fuck. I liked this.
"I could take a bath in your seed," he said. "It is beautiful."
Goro, the spear carrier had watched. As I held his master, Goro licked my still dripping cock. We cooled off and rested. I was feeling almost dizzy. This was all new to me. I knew about animal sex, but had never had man sex before.
I wanted more. I wanted to make sure it was real. I was afraid it was a dream. Antander was more than willing. We went to the sea and played in the water. This refreshed us and we returned to our sexual play.
"You want to do it again, don't you?" Antander asked. I nodded. He smiled. "What is you're other cock like? Does it shoot as much as your man cock?"
"I don't really know," I said. "I can't reach it easily, so I don't get to use it for anything other than pissing. The other Centaurs say it works fine. They only have one. You need a mare, and they are scarce on this island. The Centaur King has all of them." At that time I was the youngest centaur on the island. I was the last in line for the mares.
"I've never played with a horse cock before," he said. "I would like to try yours. Goro can play with your man meat." I was willing. I wasn't sure if my horse cock worked for sex. I never pissed through my man cock. I had both man and horse balls, but I wasn't sure what worked.
Antander was willing to find out. He got behind me and stroked the fur covered sheath protecting the cock. It didn't take long until my horse cock began to feel like my man cock had when Antander sucked me. When his mouth touched my horse cock, Gore's mouth enveloped my man cock.
It didn't take long for me to realize both cocks functioned. I felt wonderful. Each cock worked. My horse cock shot off first. When my man cock shot off and little later, it was better then the first time when Antander sucked it.
When he emerged from my haunches, he was covered in seed. It dripped from his face and down his chest. He was overjoyed. When he smiled at me I saw his mouth was filled with my seed. What he hadn't been able to swallow drooled over his body.
I slept well that night, but I dreamed human dreams. There were many things to think about. Most of all I was thinking about how I could get men to come to my island so I could enjoy them.
I am not a god. Hercules is a demigod. I guess I could be called a quarter god, but the divine essence is thin and meager in me. Antander loved me and all but worshiped me. He worshiped my cock. He had no experience with a life of continuous sexual excitement and regular orgasms, but Antander couldn't get enough of my cock and my seed.
Sometimes he alternated sucking my man member and my horse cock. Sometimes he concentrated on one or the other. Goro only liked my man cock at first, but after seeing his master love of my horse cock, he too tried it.
They stayed for a month. Antander was a king and had to return to his land. I was sad to see them go. I never saw them again. Many years later I heard of a poem called the Death of Antander. I still remember part of the poem.
Treachery undid him.
An old man, they thought him weak.
Returning from the Centaur's isle,
They set upon him.
Antander, fed on the strength-giving seed of the stallion-man Timon,
Drinking of the man milk of Hercules spawn,
Antander had the strength of twenty men.
The traitors numbered only fifteen.
With rich man-stallion brew coursing through his veins,
Antander slew them all.
No elixir contrived by man
Equals the brew of Timon's four balls.
The traitors drank wine from precious, gold, man-made cups.
Antander drank from the god-made double cocks of Timon.
Still steaming from the Centaur's man heat,
Antander drank it all.
Hidden in the darkness of a moonless night,
They ambushed the old man.
Filled with Centaur seed
Antander saw like an owl.
He saw like a mountain lion.
He slew them all, slicing them to pieces.
He who drank at Timon's double fountains,
Turned the traitors into vulture food.
The widows had nothing to bury.
Returning to his palace,
Old Antander, filled with Centaur seed
Fathered many sons,
The greatest of which he named Timon.
Wise and powerful Antander died years later.
Beloved and honored by all.
It was a long poem and this is the only part I remember. Later in my life, many of the men who came to see me knew of the poem. This time the Greek Poets got the story right.