The Tijuana Bible Reader. Victor J. Banis
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me, those guys didn’t just pull at oars! And Herc intended to share some of that delicious knowledge with this poor victim of Hera’s bitchery!
The Centaur was lolling back, steeping his senses in that flickering digital dallying between his wide, wavering hind legs, as his brother worked the swollen stud’s shaft up and down between his fingers, sometimes dragging the thin foreskin down fiercely so that the glands popped up like a fat succulent egg of enormous size, the lip of it gaping and oozing wetly with the slimy clear secretion of desire.
Hercules gazed at the swollen, glistening bulb hungrily. He had blown some pretty big boogers in his time. He had often said that Jason had the largest peter in the world (modestly, of course, excluding himself!) But this joy-job put even the gorgeous Jason to shame! And now, hungry to taste it on his tongue, he leaned over quickly, sinking his lecherous liquid lips down over the tremendous tit. Seized with the sudden sucking sensation that sent darts of stinging sweetness streaking through his balls and belly, Equesto squealed out deliriously, retching under the strong grip of his brawny brother. If Here’s mouth had been free, he would have squealed too, for this was the best tasting penis he had ever eaten...a marvelously ripe animal flavor in the warm, hard, throbbing meat, the richly salty jets of piss that squirted generously over his taste-buds with each dredging drag of his lips up the succulent nipple. Already he had forgotten Equesto as his fingers laced demandingly about the Centaur’s swollen root and he lugged great nursing sucks off the tool between his twisting lips....
“Oh, shit, Herky,” Equesto sobbed, “I just can’t take this any longer laying down!” His brother did not even stop in his munching, muttering feast on that luscious peter to answer, and as the Centaur struggled clumsily to his feet deliciously incapacitated by those delirious lips as by his ungainly build, Hercules did not lose a single suck on that tasty tit.
Rearing and resting his front hoofs on a tree trunk, the happy half-man, half-horse looked down on the frantically bobbing head of his princely brother, hardly able to believe that anything could feel so thrillingly good as the rich, velvety slide of those lips, massaging his throbbing meat rhythmically. “Ooo baby,” he wept blissfully, “I never knew anything could be so beautiful! Oh, I saw Ganymede blowing Zeus one time...the way the old man retched back, all out of control, sobbing hysterically as the kid tapped his nuts with his lips...but I never knew it could be this utterly beautiful!”
Well, Hercules knew how ole Zeus had felt! One time he had waggled his prick at that cute kid, Ganymede, and they had slipped off behind some rocks and the boy had wrapped those lips around Herc’s prong and had sucked the strong man down to his knees, jerking and crying out with a babbling idiocy as it felt like his big balls were melting off with sensation and being drunk down the lad’s greedy throat along with his cum. Zeus hadn’t kidnapped that boy from his parents for nothing...that boy knew how to eat a peter, and loved that hot creamy cum more than all the ambrosia on Olympus! There wasn’t a male god who hadn’t been sucked clean out of his mind by that marvelous child!
But Hercules hadn’t known there was a dick anywhere as delicious as this one! It had a taste in its long, thick, glistening stem that tantalized his tongue insanely. Hanging on Equesto’s quivering haunches, the muscular gay-boy twisted and turned his lips up and down on the nozzle trying to capture the furtive flavor that drove him wild with desire! Mmmm, it was so good! Maybe it was in the glans! He hung on the huge spastic shaft that protruded brown and muscular from the hairy root between those silky flanks, as he nibbled and sucked and licked all about the enormous bulb, making Equesto buck convulsively and squeal hysterically. Or maybe it was those huge, dangling balls! He ducked down and licked the tremendous hairy eggs in their bag, nursing each orb in the streaming baths of his mouth’s saliva, making the Centaur cry like a baby! Maybe it was the rich, ripe horsey odor between those glossy haunches that sheltered his meaty genitals and gave them that added deliciousness of flavor! He nuzzled into the warm moist haven between Equesto’s hind legs, sniffing about the balls, licking the sleek silky skin...a fragrance to make one drunk with lust!
The trembling Centaur was whinnying giddily, beside himself, his huge cock jerking joyously, when Hercules decided, No! It was that delicious dick and nothing else.... Equesto squealed hysterically as Hercules’ lips suddenly sank back down over the hugely throbbing cock. The unexpected sucking attack of that ravenous mouth sent thrills shooting like streaks of delicious lightening through his pendulous balls and quivering flanks. He was so clutched with the pleasure he was not even aware that he farted with a helpless explosiveness! “Oooh shit, baby,” he whimpered, “I didn’t know anything could feel so good! Now I understand why the old man jumped around like a crazy snake while that kid was eating him! Oh Herky, I don’t know if I can stand it or not!”
But his muscled brother knew he would...he hadn’t met a guy yet who yelled “Stop!” before he shot his wad. And anyway, Hercules knew that he, himself, wouldn’t stop even if his horsey partner begged him to, because this was one of the sweetest tasting tits he had ever nursed on. Mmmm, it was just so delicious!
Resting on his hands and haunches for better leverage, he ate that dick like there’d never be another, taking long pulling sucks, rolling the bulb lingeringly in the fluid feast of his lips before swooping down on it again, with a greedy sob, to suck up the stem again. The Centaur shivered violently with each swallowing swabbing suck, clear down to the root, and moaned dementedly with each slow, savoring suck back up to the head where that rolling, spit-lubricated massage on just the bulb made him squeal again, with punctuating farts. “Oooh man! Ooooh shit, man!” he sobbed. “It’s so good! It’s so beautiful! Oh Herky, I can’t stand it! My balls feel so good!”
But Hercules was eating for cum, now! His mouth, though a sea of saliva, was parched for that sweet creamy boy-honey! He rocked back and forth furiously, dredging, devouring that delicious dick with thick guttural grunting sounds of hungry pleading. His lips smacked and belched in the ravenous attack, employing every thrilling twist and slide to provoke the warm, milky lava to eruption from Equesto’s swinging testicles. And from the wild, incoherent whimpering sounds dripping from the Centaur’s lips, he knew he’d get that fountain soon!
And then Equesto was babbling like an idiot, “Oh, god, Herky, it’s too much...I’m going to shit...I’m going to faint...it’s good...it’s good...my balls! Oh shit, I’m coming...I’m coming!” He retched convulsively in a nausea of dizzying sensations that shot his load like a spurting spigot into his brother’s rabid mouth. Rich, buttery cream filled Hercules’ mouth in a flood, and his tongue, bathed in the milky sweetness, tasted the heavenly healthy goodness that is solely male! With a gluttonous grunt he swallowed that massive tool to its root and drank the goop with greedy gulps, while the Centaur jerked and sobbed deliriously in the pure discovery of heaven!
But at last the soaring climax flowed away, leaving Equesto feeling drained but deliciously content, still reared against the tree as his brother nursed away the last dewy dribbles from the lip of his softening peter. Hercules lipped and lapped with a lingering tenderness about the bulbous head, still savoring the ambrosial cum he had drunk from its gushing tip. But when he released the thickened tit and it dangled once more between his hind legs, the Centaur with a blissful sigh dropped his front hoofs to the ground. “Man, that was sweet!” he said happily.
But the muscled son of Zeus was inspired now, and he moved behind Equesto and dropping to his knees he lifted the dark, plumy tail that twitched back and forth over the glossy rump, to feed his eyes on the fat, brown puckered hole of the Centaur’s ass. “What are you up to now, Herky?” the horse-man asked with giddy eagerness, feeling anticipatory tingles in his shit.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, baby brother!” Hercules told him, never taking his eyes away from that pooching pit that was contracting and gaping like a greedy mouth already. It looked moist, richly, gooily snug, like delicious molasses, and good enough to eat. It prompted the strong youth to add, “But first I’m going to eat you out good so you’ll be able to take my prong without too much trouble! Here, grab this damn tail of yours and hold it up out of the way so I can eat you easier!”
Equesto whinnied with nervous ecstasy, glancing down to note the huge distension on Herky’s cock. My god, it was big enough to choke a horse! The thought, apropos as it was, made