Field of Elbane
this is a sequel to this story and won't make sense outside that context. evidently a bunch of people didn't read the first part because of the overwrought wannabe-high-fantasy title, which, probably i am repeating the same mistake here. the working title was "jock centaur" but cmon what kind of title is that.
also i think these sex scenes might be getting too involved. w/e.
College was going okay for Chad so far. After move-in day he met some of the other freshmen in Wellester dorm, got acquainted with the campus, that kind of thing. Hung around, mostly -- there was nearly a full week between move-in and when classes started, so he had the time to settle in.
Not that he actually did that much settling. The place was overflowing with young, anxious people, newly living away from their parents for the first time in their lives -- and Chad included himself in that number -- and busy, just... getting used to that freedom. Which meant staying out all night, partying, and crashing in some strange dorm only to repeat things the next day. It was two days before he slept in his actual dorm room. He was good with names, but he couldn't count the number of people he'd met so far -- Meg & Diana, across the hall, both also in Art & Design, Graphic Design and Visual Arts; Sam & Taylor on their left, Architecture and Engineering; Hank & Amit on their right, Comp Sci. and English; and beyond that it took him a few guesses to remember anyone else's name and/or major.
Plus, there was the issue of his roommate. Nick was maybe the quietest, most socially-awkward guy he'd ever met, despite (or maybe because) being a hulking Orc, seven-and-some feet tall, with big tusks, sharp features, and a whole host of bronze piercings across his face. Mostly he hunched on his side of the dorm, eyes focused on some video game.
Whatever, Chad figured, and let him do whatever. He spent a lot of time at the campus gym, trying to keep his routine going even after the move.
Two days before classes started though, he walked in on what looked -- and smelled -- like the aftermath of a fuck session of epic proportions, Nick and some burly sahagin guy sprawled across the floor, the sheets only barely making them decent. The sahagin guy -- Ma'ilele -- was his boyfriend, which almost beggared belief, given how wildly different they seemed. Nick had hidden depths, apparently.
Anyway, he kinda felt sorry for them -- only then did he actually stop and think about how Nick had gotten stuck with the narrow bunk bed that came in the standard dorms, instead of something he could actually fit in, some kind of filing error -- and ended up inviting them out with him (and Hank, Amit, Diana, another Chad, and someone whose name he couldn't place) to the all-night diner they'd found at the edge of campus. Still: Nick sat there quiet and weird the whole time, maybe saying a whole five sentences, while Ma'ilele was nearly the diametric opposite.
But, whatever, none of his business.
The problem was--
"Man, I don't really play video games," he said, waving away the DVD box Ma'ilele was angling his direction. "I mean," he said, trying to be polite, "I know you're really into that, Nick plays that all the time, but, I dunno, it's just not something I'm super into, you know?"
"Nah, it's cool." Ma'ilele tossed the game back onto Nick's desk. "I know Nick gets really into it, but like -- for me after you spend months tweaking loot tables or whatever the fantasy kind of loses some of the appeal."
"Nick is right here," Nick said from the desk, shifting the game box to line neatly up with his laptop. Chad was quickly learning that Nick had a remarkably snarky interior under all his brutish orc muscle.
Ma'ilele reached behind him, absently patting Nick's enormous thigh, hand resting there. So that was that. Video games. Whatever.
And that would've been that, except Nick and his boy were fucking again. Loud enough he could hear it from halfway down the hall. At least when he'd seemed an unsociable nerd he'd been quiet.
So whatever, fuck it, Chad thought, looking down at the game case in his hands. Might as well play some nerd video games. At least it'd pass the time, and hopefully blot out the sound of them fucking.
The common room was usually pretty deserted, or at least deserted at this hour. He didn't wanna wake up anyone else just to hang out, and it seemed like Nick spent the entire night fucking, every night. It was doing a toll on his energy levels.
The game was... whatever. Like he hammered through all the opening dialog because he just wanted to get to the point where he could shoot dudes, except apparently this was not that kind of game. If it wasn't for how he could probably still hear Nick and Ma'ilele fucking in the lulls if he actually wanted to listen he would've just given up entirely.
But eventually the game had him wandering around a medieval-looking pastoral hamlet, full of dudes that he could not, in fact, shoot. There were some goblins outside which he could, which was a little better. Eventually the game started telling him that he needed to go back to town to actually get his HP back up, or whatever, so... whatever. It passed time, at least.
And given how often he was getting kicked out so Nick and Ma'ilele could fuck he ended up playing it a bunch. Moving on from killing goblins and rats to killing lizardmen and trolls, and then myconids and shamblers, and then...
After the second or third time he got kicked out he started just wandering around in the inn building, since it had like a billion rooms. There were a bunch of rooms with, he figured, other mercenary characters? Or heroes or whatever. One of them was this big centaur dude, dark-skinned but with a blond coat and blond hair. Shirtless and just totally ripped -- thick, powerful core, waist sharply defined where blond fur crawled up his stomach, and turned into a spray of hair across his thick pecs. He was wearing clothes on his horse-half, or at least what amounted to clothes for a centaur: a heavy cloth peytral around his waist that secured broad swaths of fabric hanging to his sides and back in shrouds. He had a few jagged scars, sliced across his arms or over his chin. One over his face, from his hairline down, neatly cutting through his eyebrow just missing his eye. And his dialog box gave his name as "AJ", which, seemed a little weird given all the Lord Ovberwaeorth and Ae'gytn Baverfell's in the game. But there was an option to ask about it: AJ said, "Oh, actually my parents named me Aloysius Javier Elysion. But man, it's such a mouthful."
Maybe more important than the name though was how Chad could ask him to tag along and he'd come with, chucking spears at whichever goblinoid he was killing at the time. So, whatever, it was a game. He'd rather be shooting guys, but, whatever."
Once Nick actually came out of their dorm afterwards, basically wrapped in a bedsheet and still reeking. Like, Chad got that he felt a little guilty for kicking him out all the time, but then why not just stop fucking doing it? And he wasn't gonna pick a fight with an orc who was like twice his weight.
"Oh, you're playing the game!" Nick said, squinting at the screen. "Are you seriously playing a human warrior? It's a fantasy game, like, have some creativity."
AJ speared the last goblinoid and so Chad looked over at him: "Oh c'mon don't front, I've seen your character and he looks just like you; you got no room to talk." Which shut him up.
So then there were like, dialog scenes? Like AJ was his character's bro and so they could talk when they were like, camping. AJ left the centaur tribes because he thought humans were cool, AJ got most of his scars fighting sahagin -- which would be kind of awkward for Ma'ilele, maybe, -- AJ had never really hooked up with any of the centaur fillies (which Chad thought sounded kind of weird, since like... horse parts), AJ was just... wandering around, adventuring around the world.
But that lead to, one evening when the dorms were even more deserted than usual, to AJ asking a favor. Like, they camped and instead of the camp screen it was AJ milling around the campfire.
"Uh, hey, actually, Chad, I was wondering if you'd-- do me a favor maybe?" 'Chad' because that was what he named his character, because, why not? "Actually-- nah, just forget it, nevermind," AJ said, hooves milling the ground, and Chad picked the option to press more.
"It's... kinda a big favor to ask, man. Like, you asked about centaur fillies, right? Not any around, and I can't really -- centaurs can't really take care of themselves, if you know what I mean. And, man, I get so pent up I can't even --" he shifted, flanks twisting, and Chad looked back, flushed a little at what he could see. Mostly obscured by the camera angle, but there was no mistaking the dude had a dick, like straight-up a horse dick on his model under his clothes. Balls midway down his flanks, a big furry tube where a cock should be. What was the game even rated; there was no way they could get away with that.
"You think you could help a guy out?" AJ said, face flustered, and... and yeah, a dialog wheel popped up, just "Yes" and "No". Chad spun it back and forth, watching as the guy's idle animation played, hooves clopping on the ground, absurd balls jouncing. No way that this was supposed to be in the game, it had to be... hacked or something.
But, fuck, the dude was as good a bro as you'd get in a video game, and hot for being half-horse, and --
and mostly he just didn't think about it, before spinning back to "Yes" and pressing X. Then he just watched, watching as his warrior -- him -- dropped to his knees, bare hands reaching up between AJ's flanks, and no way was the game actually gonna show that shit. But it kept going -- AJ groaning, hooves planted wider, and then with a sudden lurch the dude's cock swung into view, pushing from the tube with a gush of sparkling fluid. A fucking fat horse cock, pink-purple and shiny, right there in his hand.
"Fuck, bro, you have no idea how much I need this," AJ groaned, hunching forward -- fucking his cock through Chad's hand, back and forth. It was -- it was hot, alright? Like, Chad wasn't into guys, but even he had to admit AJ was hot. If they, like, went to one of the house parties on the row, chicks would be all over him -- tight body, a face right between cute and chiseled, laid-back attitude.
And, yeah, if the guy needed some help sometimes -- not that he would, even with the horse cock he'd be a fuckin' pussy magnet -- Chad would help him out, probably, no biggie. Maybe they'd even pick up the same chick, the both of them fuck her. Chad fucking loved sloppy seconds, and after taking that horse cock -- fuck, man. AJ was fucking huge, cock unsheathing in a rush, stiffening up. Fuck, maybe he'd have to coach the chick, work her open before AJ pushed inside, get her off a few times so she'd be slick and open, ready to take his bro's fat horsecock: cunt lips spread, pressed tight around his flat cockhead, dimpling until he'd finally push right in.
But onscreen it was just him: shifting now between AJ's forelegs, horsecock nearly jutting out in front, the crown of his fat horse cock just-barely cresting between his thighs. It was drooling, spilling a messy rope of pre onto the grassy ground, dribbling all down his hands as he played with the flared crown. He leaned forward -- him in reality, that is -- as if to get a better view, groaning at the sudden contact as his hardening cock pressed against the controller.
He pressed his lips against the dribbling tip, face shining as glistening pre slopped down his jaw and neck, tongue flitting out to lap at the bloated hole practically pissing out precome. He swallowed, throat jogging, and Chad mirrored the motion, drool heavy in the back of his mouth. AJ groaned, his hairy hands cupping Chad's head, mashing his face against his cockhead, and his moan came out in duplicate, amplified through the speakers with only the slightest echo.
His cock was jammed against the controller's nubs, hands unconsciously grinding it against the front of his mesh shorts. On-screen he was splattered in pre, hair matted to his skull and tufting up between AJ's thick fingers. His head bobbed, tongue dragging up and down the huge horse cock, catching mouthfuls of pre, dribbling past his lips between swallows.
Chad's fingers bumped the control stick, eyes jerking down from the scene on-screen as he realized he still had control. Sliding the stick to the right he opened wide, not just worshiping the immense cockhead but trying to take it fully into his mouth: lips bruised and rubbery, mouth straining around the gristly rim of AJ's cock. He kept pushing, his in-game moan muffled as the cockhead finally sunk into his mouth, real-life echoing loud in the otherwise-empty room. His cheeks bulged, eyes tearing up, messy cords of pre spurting over his bruised lips, dribbling from his nose as Chad kept pushing, straining to swallow the horse cock.
AJ's arms flexed, pushing his head down, and Chad sunk forward, falling onto his hands and knees as he crawled under AJ's horse body. Chad's mouth was open, swallowing in time with his game avatar, mind vainly trying to imagine the sensations -- the weight of that huge horse cock, the salt taste, the heat of the huge body above him, his bro's huge hands cupping his head, urging him on. He groaned again, cock kicking against the controller; a sudden rush of heat surged through him as he came in his shorts, grunting, eyes locked to the screen even as he rode out each spurt, smearing against his mesh shorts. In-game he kept slowly swallowing more and more cock -- his throat was bulging more and more, bloated by the sheer size, Adam's apple distended and constantly jerking as he swallowed each gush of pre. His come seeped through his shorts, smearing the controller, sticky under his fingers as he jammed the analog stick to the side, pressing down until the plastic creaked in his hands.
The edges of the screen pulsed red, vignetting -- health slowly trickling down as he choked on the gigantic horse cock, face red, pre hanging from his chin in jiggling tendrils, slapping and sticking to his bare chest each time he lurched forward. AJ stomped his hooves; neighed, panting as he bucked forward, sending inches of brutally-thick cock straight down Chad's throat, slime squirting out and painting his underbelly. He bellowed, head tipped back, haunches rippling as he fucked Chad's mouth, the fat swell of his medial ring slamming against his face as it lurched partway into his mouth and back out again, messily feeding him his cock. His entire cock lurched, sending Chad listing to the side, shoulder smacking against AJ's meaty foreleg, and he came in a torrent -- horse cockhead flaring in his throat, distending grotesquely just above his collarbone, and he sprayed straight down into Chad's stomach, pulse after pulse hosing down his insides.
Chad was frozen at the controls, hard-again cock smearing through his load, sharp grunts bursting from his throat. AJ stepped back, his shaft emerging coated and running with cords of slime, gushing up from Chad's throat as he gurgled and spat, face shining from the mess coating it -- he finally pulled out, Chad coughing up his cockhead followed by a gush of come, flooding from his mouth in a wash of thick white slime and spilling down his chest in a messy stream. Their breathing was perfectly matched; each gulping breath in-game matched by a hoarse rattle from Chad in his seat, tipped forward so sharply he was nearly falling from his seat.
AJ's cock was softening, drooping down to leak the final dribbles of his load, squirting down Chad's shuddering body and splattering across the grass, and Chad finally just tossed down the controller, hooked his soaked shorts under his balls, stroked his cock once, twice before he shot so hard he splattered all across the television.
So that was -- so that was a thing that happened. Like it wasn't like AJ wasn't hot, for a centaur who was also a video game character, but... it was weird. Like he'd had bros and maybe sometimes he'd wanted to, like, sit on top of them and kiss and grind on their dicks a little, just horseplay, but he'd never -- he'd never wanted to do any of that.
But whatever. Actually all the videogames and the whole dorm room fiasco had kind of knocked him on his ass, gym-wise. He hadn't really gotten back in the flow. What he needed to stop doing was thinking about dumb gay video games. Down to the gym he went.
Out behind the gym building was a huge track oval, football field inside it, and on his way down the hill he could make out a guy racing around the track. A centaur, and -- as he got closer -- stripped totally naked. There wasn't much they could wear for support, after all, but man did it give him a good view. The guy was black with a tan coat, balls drawn up tight between his haunches, but they were so huge that each stride made them jounce sharply, like they'd been smacked hard. He was soaked in sweat, skin shining, coat lathered up, and thickly muscled all over, and -- oh, fuck, it was AJ.
AJ caught sight of him when he next turned around, raising a hand and grinning, and by the time Chad hit the field AJ was cantering over, chest and flanks heaving.His underside was stained two shades darker from dirt, sprayed up as he galloped. The hair on his human half was sopping wet, plastered to his scalp, soaked in mats across his chest. The scent of his sweat was cloying, meaty and sweet at the same time, dizzying in its intensity.
"Holy shit, dude, I didn't know you were going here!" AJ said, bending down to pull Chad into a hug that lifted him entirely off his feet and left his tank dark where he'd pressed against AJ's chest.
"Me neither! Man, small world." Chad was -- well. He'd gone adventuring for a while before college, just a few months ago, and he and AJ, well. They'd gotten up to some shit. Fuck, the memory was so vivid, Chad sinking to his knees in front of him, worshiping his cock, suckling on the head as it sprayed pre all across his face. Fuck, he was only wearing his jock and some mesh shorts, and as the memories came flooding back his cock thickened, lengthened, until it was so obvious.
AJ ducked his head and grinned, feeling around Chad's chest. "Still working out dude, that's cool." His hand slid lower, scraping down Chad's abs, and AJ took a half-step forward, bodies nearly pressed together: other hand curling over his bicep, squeezing, as he cupped his hand over Chad's hip, thumb dragging over the muscle of his abs, way, way close. "Man, you're even more ripped than before. Looks great," he said, breath buzzing over the shell of Chad's ear.
Chad wavered, listing forward drunkenly, huffing the wet scent of AJ's fresh sweat, AJ rubbing circles just an inch above his growing cock, and all he could think was, fuck, he wanted him to reach down, cup his cock, maybe even jerk him off right in the open.
Chad reached out, smearing his hands over AJ's sweaty chest, dragging over his heavy, hairy pecs, shoving the fabric out of the way so he could rub his thumb over his nipples, fat and swollen, pebbling up into thick fat corks. "You too, man, fuck. I don't remember you looking this --" hot, he was gonna say. Fuck, he was so much hotter than he remembered.
"Thanks man," AJ said, stepping back, and Chad nearly collapsed without the contact, swaying forward.
Chad couldn't get him out of his head as he worked out, half-hard and sometimes more the entire way through, rock hard in his shorts as he did his last few reps on the weight bench. Someone should've kicked him out.
Instead he staggered up, sweaty and flushed, and went to the showers: literally running into AJ when he shouldered open the door. He was soaked with sweat, coat foamy with lather, shaggy fur soaked in thick tassels. His hooves clopped loudly on the tile floor, taking a half-step back as Chad just stared, watching the flex of his chest as he breathed, the horse muscles of his underbody in sharp relief against his soaked coat.
"Oh, hey man," AJ said, puffing as he spoke. "Good timing. Mind helping me out?"
"Yeah," Chad said instantly, stepping forward, hands already reaching out to drag over his coat--
"Fuck, I gotta clean up; got dirt all over. You mind helping?" AJ grinned and pulled Chad close, chest to chest, both of them sweaty and slick, Chad's mounded cock pressing against AJ's muscled hips.
The stalls for centaurs were longer than the others, and had showerheads on sticks, for cleaning their lengthy horse-bodies. Chad grabbed it, sent water squirting across AJ's haunches, cutting through the foaming lather of his sweat.
AJ turned to do -- something -- and Chad's gaze snapped to his ass. His tail was soaked to his skin, cords of horsehair pressed against his asshole, a thick flushed pink, almost doughnut-like, swollen and puffy-looking. The root of his cock was solid, bloating out almost directly under his asshole, running down in a broad swell, vanishing under his hanging balls. They were enormous, sagging now after his run -- each one easily as big as both his fists put together, pulling the flesh of his sac taut around their massive size, skin shining under the sparse fur. Chad swallowed, hypnotized by the sight, AJ's muscled haunches shifting, asshole twitching, balls slowly swinging to the side, hitting his flank with a wet splat, so close droplets of water splashed Chad's legs, hot.
"-- I said, hey, you gonna help?"
Chad's head snapped up, stammering out "Yeah, sure," before his brain caught up with anything. AJ was just looking at him, a grin on his lips. He was still panting from the run, chest heaving -- with his hair soaked down his huge blocky muscles sharp on display, nipples fat and tight, jutting down from his heavy pecs. He swallowed, thick, aiming the showerhead up and spraying across AJ's entire body, the rippling coat of water just making his muscles stand out even sharper.
His blond fur really was messy, a murky brown all across the underside of his body from the sand and mud he'd churned up running, and when Chad aimed the flow of water down he groaned, horse legs spreading wide, the water muddy as it sluiced its way to the drain.
"You gotta clean underneath," AJ said, "Man, nothing worse than getting sand in your sheath, or like, stuck on your balls."
Chad wobbled on his feet, almost just falling to his knees. His cock was angled down the leg of his shorts, so obvious.
AJ's underbelly was muddy, sand grid worked into his short fur, but Chad's eyes instantly went to his sheath -- splattered with mud like the rest of him, but just as gigantic as he knew it was: tip perpetually spread by the sheer size of his dick, balls pulled up taut behind the wrinkled flesh, nearly the size of basketballs. He aimed the hot water up across his belly, between his flanks, and AJ groaned, hooves clopping loudly as he spread his legs, balls swaying, sheath bouncing.
"Yeah, man," he said above, "gotta get in there, really clean it out."
Chad hosed across his sheath, leaning forward -- hand pressing against AJ's meaty flank before he even thought about it, spraying water right into his sheath. His loose skin rippled, bloating with water before a frothy burble poured out, and AJ groaned again, hands braced against the wall. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned, sheath bulging as Chad flooded it, heavy flesh peeling back to show the bloated pink-purple swell of his cockhead, shining. He aimed the water lower, spraying his balls, and as the rest of the water poured off his cock it was clear he was drooling pre, turned thin and slobbery as the last of the water poured out, thicker and slimy as his cock started to unsheath. "Gotta-- gotta get my ass, too, man," AJ said, hooves clopping forward, the curve of his flank leading right up to his fat horse ass, asshole huge. His tail twitched, dark blond strings of horsehair jerking across the puffy flesh, bulging minutely around them, before he twitched again, shaking his tail to the side, putting his plush asshole on display.
AJ was plastered against the wall, head and arms leaning against it, cock drooling underneath as Chad played with his ass -- squirts of water running down the flesh. Chad reached up, peeling him open. The fat muscle spread like huge, swollen cunt lips around his fingers. He groaned -- they both groaned, Chad transfixed, revealing more and more vividly pink flesh, soft and slippery, bulging around his fingers when he pressed down. AJ neighed, head tossed back, the sound inhuman, and underneath his cock thumped loudly against his belly, pre hitting the wall with a sharp crack, smell pungent and rich. His forelegs sagged, ass up in the air, presented obscenely for Chad.
Chad shoved his fingers into AJ's ass, fucking him with two, three fingers, thumb rubbing up like he'd find a clit just under his tail. He whined high in his throat as AJ groaned and bucked back, the dark cord of his soaked tail twitching back and forth, raised high. Chad's fingers knocked against heavy flesh inside, walls of his ass solid muscle, and each hit made AJ's back spasm, a rippling kick of pre spraying below them.
"Fuck," Chad said, grinding forward, his cock pressed against AJ's flank, the mesh fabric soaked to his skin. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna--" and then before he could say anything else -- before he could think anything else -- he jerked his shorts down, sinking his cock balls-deep into AJ's ass.
AJ groaned, pushing back almost strong enough to knock Chad on his ass, his cock giving a few rapid-fire slaps against his belly, spraying the bench below in pungent precome. Chad dropped the showerhead with a crash, gripping AJ's fat ass with both hands, pounding into the wet, gripping tunnel of his asshole, his balls beating a tattoo against the root of AJ's cock, body hunched forward over AJ's horse ass. He was talking, grunting, "Fuck, dude, you're so -- fuck!", AJ groaning and demanding more, harder, whinnying with each smack of contact.
AJ twisted around, Chad's gaze swinging up to stare blankly at his huge stretch, blocky muscles shifting as he reached out to pull him closer. He mumbled against Chad's lips: "Fuck, I nearly killed myself running with a hardon, thinkin' about you." He closed the gap, kissing Chad messily, the both of them huffing against the other's lips. "Dude, c'mon, I wanna feel it when you blow," he said, lips pressed against the corner of Chad's mouth, hand tugging on his side.
Chad came near-instantly, hips grinding wetly against AJ's ass, short sharp gasps erupting almost in time with his spurts, like AJ's hole was sucking the come right out of him. His hole convulsed, an obscene sucking slurp as it bowed and flexed around his shaft, and then AJ came too, completely hands-free -- the muscle of his cock flexed, huge enough Chad could feel it from the inside rippling against his dick, and then he was spraying come across the stall, wet splat after splat as he hosed down the bench underneath, his horse come reeking of sex and musk.
Chad staggered back, cock pulling from AJ's ass with a pop, a thin burble of his load leaking out afterward -- nothing compared to the thick mess painting everything beneath them, the bench he'd been straddling flooded with watery come, drooling in lines through the slats and coating the floor, slowly winding into the stream of water from the discarded showerhead.
"Fuck," AJ said, legs wobbling as he tried to get them all under him again, twisting to face Chad. "Man, I really needed that." His cockhead'd been mashed right up against his forelegs when it'd gone off, and he was completely soaked in come, messy strings splashed up his stomach, even dripping down his pecs. A thick line clung to his right nipple, sweat thinning the slime, and it snapped and fell, droplet hitting the ground, splattering into the puddles of horse jizz that were slowly pouring toward the drain. He looked down, grinning at Chad's cock, still hard, his shorts soaked to his thighs just under his balls. "Guess you needed that too."
Chad slammed into his dorm room. Ma'ilele was there. Of course. "Fuck, I need your help. You're gay right?" The two of them just looked at each other. "Like, how do you -- like what do gay dudes like?" He ran a hand across his head, hair still damp from his hurried shower after -- afterwards.
"Uh," Nick said. "Maybe you should start at the beginning. Are you having a crisis of sexuality?" That was honest-to-god what he said crisis of sexuality, and that was just about the least helpful thing he'd ever said, and even though Chad'd only known him a week he'd said a lot of useless shit.
Chad groaned. "No! I'm not gay! It's just, there's this one guy who... I dunno. Like, I blew him? I just don't wanna fuck up."
"You blew him?"
"Uh yeah, I think you're familiar from the sounds I hear coming out of here, come on, get with it."
"So who's this guy?" Ma'ilele said, cutting between them.
"Oh. Uh. AJ? Like I met him a while back and, uh, I tried to blow him, except now he'd actually going here; I ran into him at the gym and..." Chad trailed off.
"Tried to blow him?"
"Well he's got a horse dick, y'know, centaur, so it was... kinda a challenge."
"Wait, your friend is a centaur?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah. Like I kinda went adventuring for a while before college. Like, the fields of Elbane, you know, with all the goblinoids--"
Nick's eyes were basically bugging out. "Adventuring?! Elbane? Goblinoids?!"
Ma'ilele checked Nick in the shoulder, cutting him off. "Man, don't give him the third degree."
Chad gave him a grateful smile. Nick was... okay, he figured, but he was pretty weird.
Ma'ilele spoke up. "Just do what you wanna do, man. Sounds like he's okay with whatever you're doing, so just... do that? Not like everyone likes the same thing after all."
"Uh, yeah, I guess." Chad shifted his weight. "Thanks, I guess. And like... I guess I could hang out with him instead of playing dumb games, so like... I mean-- don't spend every night fucking or whatever, but like... at least I have somewhere to hang out if you do."
Which was the wrong thing to say: Ma'ilele's smile turned toothy, hand slipping under Nick's shirt, claws digging down under the waist of his shorts. The entire gigantic swell of his cock lurched sharply, the snap of seams loud, and a dark flush flooded over Nick's cheeks.
"Dude!" Nick said, but it was a pretty token objection, hips jerking forward to mash his huge dick against Ma'ilele, a dark splotch already soaking through his shorts.
"Dudes-- you know what, forget it, I'll be down with AJ," Chad said, turning to go. Rolling his eyes.
"Get it, man!" Ma'ilele yelled as he shut the dorm door, followed by ripping fabric, the thump of Nick's cock hitting the ground like someone dropped a weight. Chad was definitely had mixed feelings about Ma'ilele. The dude was nice and all but his sex drive was just... through the roof.
So back at the gym: AJ, wearing clothes this time. He had a racerback tank on, clinging to his muscles, one with the sleeves slit nearly to his waist. He had a leather peytral on like a fat belt, anchoring the drapes of fabric that hung down over his horse body. Every time he stretched his arms his shirt slid up, dark nipples flashing into view for an instant, pebbling up into fat meaty nubs as he kept talking. He scratched his stomach once, hem riding up and revealing the messy swath of hair as it fanned out between his human and horse halves, peytral sagging down to show off his thick horse muscles, a broad strip of skin and fur that Chad wanted to press his hands against, sink to his knees right there and run his hands over his muscles until his horse cock was pissing out pre all over him. Chad spent the entire conversation staring at AJ's chest, so turned on it hurt, nodding whenever AJ paused.
He'd run into AJ on the way over, waving to get his attention, and Chad could not remember a single thing he'd said the entire time.
"-- head over?" AJ said, and Chad's gaze swam up, almost dizzy from looking. "Head back to my place, y'know, just chill?"
'Oh fuck we're gonna fuck again,' was all that went through Chad's head. Fuck, he was so turned on, his hard dick was so obvious, a big fat line down his shorts. He was so head-over-heels for the guy it was just sad. Well they were gonna fuck; it wasn't that sad. Fuck, they were gonna fuck! "Sure," Chad said, voice cracking at first.
Chad didn't have time to freak out much; AJ's place was basically only a block away from the gym, a low-slung building with a double-E layout. Dorms for the mythological creatures that had issues with stairs or elevators: AJ would just about fill an elevator by himself, and if Chad was there with him they'd have to cram together. Like Chad riding on his back together.
Which became a whole fantasy up until AJ shoulder-checked the door to his dorm open and headed in. The two of them were alone again, in a nice little dorm room: big windows, ceramic tile floor, mattress and boxspring on the ground, standing desk, minifridge. AJ offered him a drink, but he just stammered and mumbled.
"Don't be nervous, man," AJ said, closer. "You got nothing to be nervous about, anyway." He leered down Chad's body, the most overt eye-fucking he'd ever gotten.
"It's just--" Chad jiggled his leg, nervous twitch tapping against the floor. "I mean-- I'm not-- I'm not even gay, man!"
"Don't worry about it, bro." AJ was close, hands wrapped around his biceps, face inches away. "You like it, right?" His hands skimmed down Chad's shirt, palms scraping up his chiseled abs. "Cause I sure like it. Man, you got such a hot body." He reached under the hem of Chad's shirt, shoving it up around his hairy forearms, and tweaked one of Chad's nipples; tugging, twisting. Chad groaned, sagging into him, heat flooding across his front.
AJ reached higher, tank pushed up to his collarbone, palms running over the dark loops of his chest piece. "I saw you at the gym the other day. Waited until you finished so I could ambush you in the shower. I wanted to blow you when you did your bench presses." He chuckled a little. "Prob'ly wouldn'tve been safe."
Heat rushed through Chad at the thought: him just lying on the bench, his huge centaur bro kneeling on the ground, hips grinding his fat horse cock on the ground as he slurped on his cock, fuck, yeah. AJ kept talking, voice rasping, so close he could feel the vibrations where he was pressed against AJ's barrel chest. "I love your dick; felt so fucking good inside me. And, fuck, your mouth."
"Y-Yeah," Chad said, face pressed against AJ's chest, hot and smooth, slow curves of thick muscle shifting under his skin.
"And you like me, right? We're bros, right?"
Chad nodded, face flushed, and AJ tipped his head up, closed the distance between them, mouths pressing together in an open-mouthed kiss, teeth tugging at his lower lip. AJ pulled back first, Chad almost whining, and AJ bowed his head, pressing his lips against his jaw, then down his neck, biting down hard. Chad jerked up, a sharp moan ripped from his throat, cock throbbing as he ground up against AJ's body.
"So don't worry about it. Do what you wanna do," AJ said as he pulled back, leaving Chad red-faced, mouth slack, breathing hard. "I think I owe you a few, actually--" and he dragged his palms down Chad's chest, grabbed the spar of his cock, outlined perfectly by a fold in his loose mesh shorts. AJ's legs folded under him, leaning forward to press his lips against the joint of Chad's thigh, tugging his shorts down so his cock swung out, slapping against the stubbled line of his jaw. "You want me to pay you back?"
Chad groaned, inarticulate, and AJ grinned before swallowing him down, mouth open as he sucked in his shaft, lips closing halfway down, tongue flitting up along the underside, coating it in drool. Chad jerked forward and AJ took it all, tip dipping into his throat as he swallowed expertly, lips spread right at the base, nose flattened against his pubes, throat milking his cockhead.
AJ swallowed, throat working his cockhead, tongue pressed against the base of his shaft. He pulled off with a pop, threads of slime webbing between his lips and the tip of Chad's cock. He swiped them up, stroking the mess down his shaft, and leaned in. He nuzzled the tip, lips playing with the ridge, eyes burning dark as he looked up, grinning around Chad's dick as he started stroking him off.
Chad just groaned, hands fluttering around AJ's skin until the centaur finally reached up, pressing Chad's hands solidly against his shoulder, curving over his scalp, buzzed-short blond fuzz prickling under his palm. "You wanna fuck my mouth?" he said, voice buzzing around Chad's dick, and he just groaned, thrusting forward. AJ swallowed him down, taking each thrust, balls slapping his chin, wet heat suckling on his cock, tongue swiping along the underside, grunting and drooling. He took each of Chad's hammering thrusts, all the way up until Chad groaned and came, cock spurting messy dribbles in the back of AJ's throat. He pulled back so he could lap at the underside of Chad's cockhead, catch each spurt on his tongue before swallowing, a wet blob of come smearing over his flushed lips.
AJ stayed there for a minute, nursing on his cock, lapping at the underside until Chad winced, laughing, and shoved him back. He got to his feet, the reek of pre billowing out: he'd been oozing pre the entire time he'd been blowing Chad, his underbelly webbed with dripping strings of pre, splattering down to the soaked tiles. Chad just wanted to -- but they were here, they were doing it, so he didn't have to think about it.
He sunk down, knees hitting the ground hard enough to hurt, and wrapped his hands around AJ's forelegs. His cockhead was neatly framed between them, jutting out an inch. His shaft spanned his entire underbelly, curving out and down minutely, pink-purple and shining with pre. It twitched, the whole length slapping sharp against AJ's dripping underbelly and rebounding with a crack, a gush of pre splattering the floor, fat flared tip erupting with a fresh burst that sprayed Chad's face, acrid in his mouth, drooling down his neck.
"You like it, huh?" AJ said, rolling his hips -- flanks shaking, flexing his cock again, hosing Chad down with another spurt. "You dig the horse cock, don't you?"
Chad was beet red, flushed from hairline to mid-chest, tanned skin burnt red. He nodded, though. "Fuck, man, anyone would. You're so fucking hot. Big muscles, big dick -- any chick'd be lucky to get you."
AJ mussed his hair, grinding the mess of his pre across Chad's scalp. "I got you instead, though. And man, I got lucky. Fuck, it was so hot. You were so hot. On your knees -- trying to suck me off. So fuckin' hot, seeing you choke on my cock." He grinned, eager; just amped up, horny. "Wanna try again?"
Chad just moaned, finally closing the distance -- smearing his face against the tip of AJ's horse dick, opening wide, dragging his tongue over the tip, curling over the circular rim. AJ's hands came down, cupping his head, and he jerked forward, entire lower body heaving as he thrust forward, rubbing his cockhead back and forth over Chad's face. The point-blank squirts of pre were like getting shot in the face with a water gun full of hot water, Chad sputtering and spitting, swallowing the runny mess of pre even though most of it just spilled down his face, streamed in rivulets down his chest.
Chad wrapped his lips around the swell at the center of AJ's dick, the tube of his cock bulging up and out from his cockhead, and took the next shot right into his mouth. His cheeks bulged, gulp-gulp-gulp before it was all swallowed, and that was barely enough time to drink it before AJ's cock thumped against his belly and sprayed a fresh gush into his mouth. Chad coughed, pre spraying from his mouth, pouring across AJ's cockhead and splattering the ground. AJ's fingers twitched, digging into his jaw, and Chad opened wide, trying to cram the entire cockhead into his mouth. Slow, gurgling and choking each time AJ shot into the back of his mouth, spilling over his lips, pre burning through his sinuses to drip from his nose.
"Ah, fuck, wait --" AJ pushed him back, what little of his cockhead that Chad'd managed to fit in pulling out, a sea of pre flooding from his gaping mouth. "Fuck, gimmie a second." His cock was absolutely pissing pre, a constant flow dribbling down his cockhead, spiking erratically into an eruption that sprayed all across Chad's body.
"Was it--" Chad's voice was wrecked, warbling and choked, and he had to cough and swallow before he could talk. "Fuck, did I do something wrong?"
"Nah, babe, that was great." AJ grinned down at him and Chad grinned back, taking another blast of pre across his teeth. "Don't wanna come too soon. Don't wanna come in your mouth, I wanna come in your fucking stomach. I want you to be fuckin' kissing my sheath when I come."
Chad groaned, cheeks beet red. It was like... it was okay. Like he wanted to do all sorts of dirty shit, but when he was with a girl, well, they hadn't really appreciated that kind of shit. Or him saying it at least. But AJ saying it to him, yeah, that was good.
AJ took a step back, cock knocking against his forelegs, extending the messy puddle beneath them with a ragged line. "Get on the bed," he said, tugging Chad's shoulders forward. He wobbled and sat on the bed, the next thump of AJ's cock splattering shockingly-hot droplets across his shoulders, streaming in rivulets down his chest. He was soaked, from neck to knee glazed in AJ's pre, his cock already achingly hard again.
"C'mon." He tugged Chad into position: on his back, head tipped back at the very edge of the mattress. "Fuck, man," he said, thick fingers dragging over Chad's jaw, thumb parting his lips, pressing against his teeth. "You're so hot." AJ grabbed something from his desk, pulling a stopper with a pop: a potion of regeneration.
Chad grinned. "You been planning this, huh?" He opened wide, letting AJ pour it into his mouth, syrupy and grossly sweet after he'd had gotten used to the salty reek of horse pre. He swallowed, grimacing, and AJ bowed down, pressing a short kiss to his lips before rising.
"Man, don't play, I been thinking about your mouth on my dick since the first time you blew me." AJ stepped closer, half-climbing onto the mattress, one huge hoof tilting the surface; Chad rolled down the slope, AJ's huge leg digging into his side. He shimmied closer to the edge of the bed, head angled off the side: staring full-on at AJ's cock peeking out between his forelegs, slimy and reeking, a steady stream of pre drooling onto the floor, the fat tip twitching and flaring as AJ shifted his weight. And him, about to get speared through from mouth to stomach.
Chad swallowed again, the sugary taste of the potion sticking to his teeth, slowly being washed away by all the pre. "So go for it."
AJ rose up, both front hooves stomping the mattress, cock following behind in slow-motion, so heavy it lagged behind. It mashed against the side of his face, splattering him in messy tendrils of pre. The heavy cockflesh was rubbery as it dragged up the side of his cheek, gristly flesh leaving sloppy smears over his skin as AJ ground his cock forward, trying to get it at just the right angle. Chad wrapped his hands around the shaft -- as far around as he could fit them, at least -- and guided it to his mouth. He opened wide, tongue dragging lines through the filmy mess coating the tip, lips barely catching on one edge of the furled ridge of his cockhead, and then AJ drove in.
The potion did its job, or else Chad would've ended up with a broken jaw. It sure as hell wasn't like when he was the one in control. It was like getting punched in the face with no end, the impact a constant pressure. But AJ was the one driving, and he rammed in, too eager to wait. A single spurt of pre flooded his mouth, gurgling messily out around the loose seal of his stretched lips, and Chad sputtered, swallowing and spitting as AJ's cock knocked across his mouth. His jaw warped, creaking and stretching like wet wood, lips gone rubbery and thick.
AJ bellowed, groaning, and slammed inside, feet of his cock plunging down Chad's throat. Last time it'd been all him, nursing on the cock, pushing himself to take more. Now it was all AJ, lurching and grunting, flanks creaking and heaving above him. His horse cock sunk deeper, Chad's throat wrapped around the fat shaft, clenching and convulsing. Chad gurgled, spitting out messy cords of pre and phlegm, reflexively swallowing as AJ thrust, hooves walking over the mattress as he inched forward, cock driving an inch back and then two forward, sinking deeper and deeper inside.
There was a messy pop when it hit his collarbone, flare already twitching, entirely spearing through his throat. It lurched, twitching up, and pulled Chad's body with it, slapping him against AJ sweaty underbelly, face mashed into matted fur, sodden clumps leaving greasy smears across his face. Weight settled in his stomach, the constant flood of pre building up, gurgling and sloshing in his stomach as he shifted back and forth on the mattress, the entire thing lurching to the side as AJ shifted his weight.
The fingers-thick ridge midway down his cock jammed against Chad's face, kissing his bruised lips and pulling back webbed with slime. Gooey strings drew out, spit and pre and phlegm, drooling from Chad's wrecked mouth and clinging to AJ's medial ring. AJ drove forward again, the ridge pressing against Chad's bruised lips and slowly pushing past, cock arching like a bow, tension growing and growing until it finally slurped inside and then slammed into his throat, inches of his fat shaft pummeling into his broken-wide throat in an instant. AJ's groan shook his entire body, resonating down his cock. It twitched inside him, wet slaps echoing from his overfilled stomach as the latest blast of pre erupted into the sloshing mess already filling him, gurgling as AJ sawed back and forth, rutting his medial ring through Chad's busted throat, groaning each time Chad choked and gurgled, messy froth drooling from his mouth and coating his upturned face. Halfway there.
He went cross-eyed staring at the rest of the cock, all smooth and glistening, streamers of ooze gurgling from his stretched lips and spilling down the shaft. Ooze drooled down his face, spilling across his eyes, and he squinted before closing them entirely, focusing on the sensation, on the aching fullness of AJ's cock sinking inside him, a living thing pulsing and spurting, flesh slick and slippery as it spilled past his open lips, jaw stretched beyond what would be breaking were it not for the potion.
AJ groaned loudly, sinking forward -- his hands touched Chad's sides, abstract points of contact. It was like he was dragging himself forward, squeezing his too-big cock into Chad's too-small throat. Each pulse of pre jerked his body, the tremor of his cock sending Chad's chest fluttering. Chad reached up, hands stroking AJ's underbelly, reaching back to just-barely wrap around his flanks, fingertips curled around his hind legs, pulling him forward.
The shaft sunk deeper and Chad gagged, throat convulsing, gurgling as he spat up a messy slurry of pre, squirting from his stretched lips and splattering across AJ's exposed cockflesh, drooling down his upturned face, flooding his nose and spilling across his tightly shut eyes. His mouth was just an open hole for AJ to fuck, each gag clenching around the shaft, stroking it off. He clenched, fingers digging into the meaty muscle of AJ's flanks, his groan just a gurgle, coughing around the mammoth horse cock embedded in his throat. Almost there.
Chad swallowed and swallowed, palms pressed hard against AJ's hind legs. The cockhead felt like a second heart, each beat flooding his body with an oily kind of warmth, sloshing and gurgling in his stomach as more and more erupted into him. AJ was grunting and gasping above him, hands raking down his sides, studiously avoiding Chad's own cock, rock hard, bobbing against his stomach. The moment of contact came as a surprise: flesh dragging against his face, leathery and soft, and Chad squinted one eye open to see AJ's balls nearly pressed against his face. AJ jerked forward one final time and his balls smashed forward, sheath pressed right up against his mouth. He bore down, neighing as his sheath pillowed up, shoving the very root of his horse dick into Chad's throat, bitter and salty.
AJ's cannonball nuts completely covered Chad's face, drenched in sweet-smelling horse sweat, the heat radiating off them like an inferno, churning and jostling as his immense sac tightened and fell. Chad's lips were rubbery and aching, mouth stretched way beyond capacity, and each each gurgle and gag spat a messy slurry of spit and pre right into the waiting sheath, bulging the loose flesh around his cock. Every time AJ moved the loose seal of Chad's lips against his sheath broke with a squelch, sending lumpy squirts of clear-white slime spilling back out, filling the space between his face and AJ's huge horse nuts. Ooze smeared down his beet-red face, soaking his hair, collecting in the shell of his ear, clogging his burbling nose, finally spilling down the sides of his face in huge jiggling tendrils, each line snapping and hitting the ground with a wet crack.
AJ groaned, unmoving -- trying his best to keep himself on the edge, only rocking back and forth gently. He let Chad gag and gurgle and swallow, muscles from lips to stomach convulsing and clenching around his fat horse cock, a wet tube of suction spread around the meat of his cock. AJ said something, voice rumbling through his skin, audible where Chad was pinned against his underbelly. Everything sounded watery and far away. Not that he needed AJ to say anything: he could feel it.
AJ's cock was starting to flare, the crown straining against Chad's stomach. He was bloated, sloshing with pre, but even still the circular ridge showed clear, bulging out from his body, just an inch above his hips. AJ's hand on Chad's skin was just too much: his hand clapping down over the swell, fingers toying with the stubbled hair across his belly. Chad moaned, entire body shuddering, squeezed-shut eyes rolling back in his head as he shot off uncontrollably, cock firing completely untouched. String after string of come lanced across AJ's hand, splattering against his chest and stomach -- not much compared to the wet sheen that was still dripping from Chad's body.
Chad's moans came out as more gurgles, hips jerking up and grinding the flare of AJ's cock against his underbelly, his skin just a thin barrier between the two. AJ's cock was like a spear running him through, iron-hard, his entire body conforming around it, milking and squeezing as he came and came, balls pulled up so tight they almost jerked back inside his body. His skin seemed incredibly sensitive, sensation racing over him -- the wet grind of his skin dragging against AJ's sodden coat, the wet spill of slime oozing down his sides and soaking the bed. He went limp, hanging there boneless, just letting the sensation run through him as his cock pulsed out the last of his load, dribbling down to his pubes. AJ said something else, laughing, hand smearing come across his skin, palms bracketing Chad's hips, fingers digging into the side of his ass.
AJ's hooves shifted, cock rippling. He shifted, cock slurping back an inch, a flood of slime gurgling up Chad's throat and spraying across his sheath. AJ bellowed, an animal neigh, and started thrusting. His fat sheath smacked against Chad's mouth, nuts grinding against his face, stiff hair like stubble rasping over his skin. AJ's cock rippled, muscles in his underbelly seizing and jerking, and a half-second later the first pulse of his load shot up through his cock. It hit Chad like a punch to the gut, gurgling and sloshing as it erupted into his swollen stomach, mixing up the mess stewing inside him: turning it thicker and heavier, the currents buffeting his insides churning slower each time as his load thickened the mess into tar. AJ's flare grew, a hollow sucking inside him as it forced open the passageway to his guts, the mess in his bloated stomach flooding even deeper inside him as AJ filled him up completely.
Chad just laid there, dazed, body fucked open, mouth to stomach a gaping sheath for AJ's horse dick. AJ was shooting straight into his guts, pulse after pulse. Inside and out he was completely coated in horse come, reeking slime spilling across his skin and bloating his body, still erupting up his throat as he gagged on the spurting shaft. He didn't know how long it went on for, an eternal timeless moment, lost in the sensation of being filled so far beyond capacity, almost dozing as AJ filled him up, and up, and up.
AJ's spurts slowed, finally, and his flare shrunk down. His hind legs jerked, shifting in Chad's loose grip, and he let his hands fall as AJ took a wobbling step back. The withdrawal felt like it was hollowing him out, like AJ'd fucked open a passageway in him that would never close. Horse jizz surged up around the withdrawing length, erupting out around his lips -- even that massive gush of grimy white come barely making an impact, compared to the sodden mess he was already. Chad gagged and gagged, AJ's softening shaft saturated and dripping, underbelly painted white. His medial ring popped out, Chad's jaw clicking, and the gags became less and less differentiated, becoming a constant flood of frothing come, erupting out of him in a constant waterfall.
When AJ's cockhead finally popped out of him -- that's the word for it, pops, the flare still slightly swollen, catching on the backs of his lips and pulling, distending his entire face out until finally his lips gave and the entire thing slopped out and slapped across his face, dead weight as it softened -- it felt like there's an open trench all the way through him, come draining right out of him. It took a while for him to realize he's not stuck under the bulk of a centaur; he rolled to the side there aren't any hooves bracketing him in.
So he rolled over, groaning, his belly sloshing and rolling. "Oh fuck," he groaned, coughing and then spitting up another mouthful of come -- his entire head was soaked, and now that he's sat up it's dripping down his chest. His belly was stretched out grotesquely, impossibly, the flesh from just under his ribs to his pelvis stretched out in a wobbling globe, thick red bands of stretch marks all across his sides. Not like fat, like a fucking waterbed, skin and muscle stretched over a huge reservoir of horse come. "Fuck," he said again, watery. He gagged on nothing, throat still convinced he was impaled on a horse dick, and spat up a gummy mass of come, spilling down his wrecked face in finger-thick lines. He swallowed, dragging the back of his hand over his face, and then AJ was there with a towel, a single wipe across his face saturating it.
"Fuck, that's not in the diet plan," Chad said, still dazed, just saying the first thing that came to mind.
AJ leaned in, mouth hanging open, panting hard, hands feeling across Chad's gut, leaving tracks in the slime that coated him head to toe. "Protein," AJ said, grinning. "It's good for you, dude." He leaned in, palm smacking Chad's gut, watching it ripple. "Gonna work it all off, turn my load into big muscles." His hand slid up, gripping Chad's beefy bicep: "Fuck, dude, you got such a good body," and then they were kissing again, AJ lapping up his neck, tongue slathered in the mess of come that'd drooled down, swallowing just before their mouths met and then groaning into the kiss.
Chad groaned, voice cracked and broken, grunting into AJ's mouth as he rutted up, eyes rolling back into his head as AJ grabbed his cock -- pressed up against the curve of his bloated belly -- and stroked him off, just the feeling of his thick fingers wrapping around his dick enough to get him to blow again, spraying lances of come across AJ's stomach. He collapsed on his side, the slosh of his stretched belly like a punch, and after a second AJ dragged him back up. "C'mon," he said. "Let's get you into the shower, and then you can crash." And then, looking at the absolute wreck of the bed: "Well, maybe some other stuff too."
"Uh, so, I think I'm gonna move in with AJ. Like, he's got this huge single down by the gym, and, uh, I think it'll work out real well." He paused. "Like, not that I don't like you, but man you two fuck a lot." So that was how Chad made his exit from his thankfully not-so-eternal purgatory of having a roommate who was just, fucking all the time.
"So like, why didn't he turn into his barbarian dude anyway?"
Ma'ilele shrugged. "He's not into that kinda thing. Like, he goes to the gym and works out; he likes the whole process. A magic shortcut wouldn't really be his thing."
"But he'd appreciate a magical boyfriend?"
"Oh, yeah, totally. Everyone'd appreciate a magical boyfriend."
"I'm pretty sure he's not even gay."
"He's got exceptions. And it just so happens I put together one big exception for him. Plus a horse dick. Honestly the centaur part is what really pushed it over the line for him, like, he's super into it. Like, he's amazed he landed a catch like that."
"I don't know, it seems like of... creepy."
"Hey, he's into it, his boyfriend's into it. Everybody's getting what they want. And now we can fuck without worrying about disturbing him!"
"We already -- I mean, we kicked him out to fuck like, all the time."
"Yeah, and I'm saying, now we don't have to feel bad about it. Everyone wins!"
"I guess."