The Tijuana Bible Reader. Victor J. Banis
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and felt the pulsating hardness of his own dick. Then he ripped open his trousers and squirmed from them, kneeling across the youth on the blanket.
Walt looked up with surprise and, perhaps, fear—fear of the unknown. Poised over him was his friend Phil, naked, powerfully athletic, maturely built. From Phil’s crotch rose the huge, thick, rigid organ, its inflamed potency unquestionable. He saw Phil grasp this massive pole and press it toward him.
“Here, Walt, try it a little.”
Numbly, Walt saw the instrument come closer and closer to his face, and then he was raising his head to press his lips to the hard, throbbing head, tasting the thin, watery liquid already dripping from it, and finally accepting its full length.
“That’s the way!” Phil sighed, running his fingers over Walt’s short-clipped hair. “Suck it down.” He smiled at the surprising ease with which Walt was handling this new experience, and he thought of all the other acts this youth could be taught. “Take it easy, Walt. We’ve got two weeks!”
CHAPTER TWO
WELL, I’LL BE A HORSE’S ASS
This second example of the erotic story is unique among such efforts. In the first place, it touches upon bestiality, not terribly common in erotica. Moreover, it has a whimsical quality that is also uncommon. But most unusual of all is its mythological subject matter; with rare exceptions, erotic tales of this sort lean toward the present and an exaggerated “realism”. But here we find references to Zeus and his wife Hera, to Mars and Apollo and Ganymede and numerous other residents of Olympus. We have magic spells no less, in the grand tradition of Snow White and associates.
Also interesting is another peculiarity—numerous authorities on homosexuality have asserted that the urge for fellatio springs directly from the breast sucking of infancy. Some critics disagree, but in this tale we have an excellent illustration of such a theory, as Hercules refers frequently to the penis he is sucking as a “tit”. It is through just such revelations that erotica enables us to better understand the sexual workings of the mind.
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Hercules the Hero had just finished cleaning the Augean Stables and was bathing in the river, washing off the smelly shit of the animals, when he heard a whinnying sound behind him. Turning, he discovered a Centaur with the sleek body of a horse and the torso of a rugged young man with an extremely handsome, but very unhappy face. As at the sight of any gorgeous man, Hercules felt a tingling sweetness in the dangle of his huge penis, especially as he could not help noticing the stallion-size of the prick that swung heavily between the Centaur’s legs as the creature reared excitedly.
Herc had frequently frolicked with the Centaurs, but this was one he had never seen before, and the sadness of the lovely face intrigued him strangely. “Who in the name of Hades are you?” asked the muscle-man, “and what seems to be your trouble?”
“I am named Equesto,” the Centaur said, “and I have been watching you and I believe you are the only one who can help me!”
Never one to turn down a guy in trouble, Hercules begged Equesto to elucidate. “Well,” said Equesto, “my father was playing around with my mother...but they weren’t married, you see! He was hitched to another woman, but the old boy likes a variety of cunts, and, well...Ma likes a variety of dicks. He had a nice one, you know, but she just happened to remark as she played with it, that she’d like sometime to really be screwed by a real stud of a man. Quick as a flash the guy changes himself into a horse...a stallion, and puts the ole yard-arm to her. He really fucked the pure piss out of her pussy! (Hercules gasped, but remained silent as Equesto went on.) Naturally he knocked her up with that tool that drove in clear up to her belly...but his wife caught them while he was still frigging the hell out of her juicy slit, and she said that I would be born half-man, half-horse, as you can see, I am!”
“Is your father, by any chance, Zeus, the King of the gods?” Hercules asked then.
“Why, yes!” Equesto replied.
“Then, old fellow,” Herc said, slipping an arm affectionately about the Centaur’s shoulder, and loving the feel of rippling muscle against his flesh that sent a helpless stiffness pulsing into his big peter, “we’re half-brothers because Zeus is my dad, too!”
“What?” Equesto exclaimed, astounded.
“Let’s face it, boy, our old man is a fuckin’ fool!” Hercules grinned. “He was diddling around my old lady’s crack too, and she just happened to remark she’d like just once to be jazzed by a real bull. Yep, just like that he changed into a big rutting bull and he creamed her with that huge cock and loaded balls until the juice was pouring out of her and she was pleading for mercy! Fortunately his real wife didn’t catch them, so I was born okay...but I got those big balls and peter from Pa!” He held up his meat in his hands, perhaps fondling it a bit too much and that old tool was beginning to stick out stiffly.
Equesto eyed the herculean (if you excuse the expression) prick, with a far from casual gaze. “Beautiful! Just beautiful!” he said, reverently.
“You’re kinda hung, too!” Hercules said admiringly, because the Centaur was having a little trouble between his legs also!
“Which brings me to my problem, Herky!” Equesto said, as his huge penis lifted heavily. “It’s sex!”
At the strong man’s quizzical look, the Centaur went on, “Well, as you can see,” he said, indicating his enormous cock which hung on a throbbing horizontal by now, “my damn tool is just too far removed to reach comfortably with my hands, so I can’t even jack myself off! As far as women are concerned I despise them and wouldn’t touch one of the bitches, even if I could. What I’d really like to do is knock it off with another guy, but every man I’ve propositioned has turned white as a sheet, gasped, and high-tailed it out of there! So I’ve got a constant case of the hots, and who wants to relieve his nuts just in ‘Wet Dreams?’ Then I saw you, Herky, never realizing you were my brother...but so much the better, because I believe you can help me if you will!”
Hercules’ eyes misted with tears of sympathy for his brother’s predicament. He knew what it was to have the yen...real bad...but he had never had any trouble finding guys to fuck or suck. Most men were happy to oblige a fellow with a big juicy prick...if he was a man! But who ever heard of screwing around with a horse? “You’re damn right I’ll help you, buddy!” the muscular youth said, trying to figure out how to tackle this problem, and eager to get to it, because Equesto’s magnificent penis made his mouth water. His own prick wasn’t doing too bad either, hard and twitchy with delicious little tingles trickling up from his big balls, and Equesto fondling it with his hand, wasn’t making it any easier! “Why don’t you try sitting down for a start,” Hercules suggested, trying to help his brother as he wriggled and slid about awkwardly until he was resting on his butt, with his cumbersome hind legs spraddled ungracefully. But who the heck was thinking of grace with that massive peter sticking up like a young tree-trunk, jerking exquisitely with anticipation? Gods! That dick must have been well over twelve inches long and every bit of three inches thick, and the utter stiffness had skinned back the glans so that it thrust out burstingly like an enormous purplish plum, sleek with juices.
“Let’s see!” Herc said, more or less to himself, as he slid down beside his brother, his own pecker reaching out so stiffly it ached.
Equesto might have been driven out of his fucking mind by its beauty, if he hadn’t been so concerned just then with his own peter. He couldn’t help sobbing out happily as Hercules’ fingers curled about his big hunk of meat and pumped it tenderly. “Ooooh,” he moaned, “that feels so good! That feels so good!”
And it was true! The knowing touch of an expert hand can send sweet shivers of sensation tingling through a guy’s nuts! Equesto leaned back, quivering with an indescribable delight, sighing with happiness in this newly found pleasure of those stroking fingers. And it gave Hercules a particular thrill in his own testicles to watch the shuddering, whimpering ecstasy of his brother over such unimportant stimulation. The muscle builder had known far more exquisite refinements of genital manipulation