Horsing Around

And ANOTHER short, because I clearly have some writing pent up in me after the holidays! Here's a bit about a hung centaur inspired by a dream I had.

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Adrian tried to push the thought away from his mind and failed. It was too shocking, too indecent, and too exciting. Everything he knew told him that boys weren’t supposed to look at boys that way, and yet… 

Well, shit. His friend was a centaur—his junk was always on display. He could hardly be faulted for sneaking a peek here and there, could he? And eventually the question simply slipped out of him one day when he wasn’t thinking.

“Hey Dylan. Are all ‘taurs so… big?”

“Big, how?” Dylan tilted that pretty head of his. “I mean, I am half horse. Horses are pretty big. Some ‘taurs are mixed with other animals. Thought you’d gotten the picture by now.”

“Yeah, I got that, but…” Adrian bit his tongue. He could feel his cheeks flushing, his heart beating faster, but curiosity impelled him. “You make horses look small, y’know?”

“Really? I don’t feel particularly tall or anything…” Dylan said, the blonde as blissfully innocent as a swaddled babe. Except he was really not.

“Between your legs,” Adrian said, almost stumbling over his words. “Your package.” And then, as if he needed to lead Dylan’s attention, he turned to gesture feebly in the direction of the centaur’s back legs—and the improbably massive horsecock dangling to and fro. Even sheathed, it ran up most of the way to his front, filling his underbelly with thick, wrinkled fuck-flesh. No less impressive, his balls hung past his knees, providing a constant background noise of incessant gurgling and churning; at times, Adrian thought he could see them visibly grow, filling with cum…

And yet Dylan merely gave a smile as he twisted around to follow Adrian’s gaze, as if he couldn’t see how he flustered his friend with his mere presence. 

“You think that’s big? Hah, that’s cute.”

“Cute? C’mon on, man, don’t be like that. You’re huge. Almost dragging on the ground!”

“Like I said,” Dylan continued, his deep blue eyes pulling Adrian in, “Cute. Didn’t know you took such an interest in my junk, is all.”

“It’s hard not to! I mean, not like I’m staring you down or anything. Just that, y’know, you don’t see many guys as well equipped as you.”

“I guess not. Depends which circles you frequent. This?” He waved a hand casually at his monstrous cock. “This really isn’t that big in the ‘taur community. Hell, it’s practically tiny!”

“You’re kidding,” Adrian said, finding his mouth suddenly dry as bone.

“Nope,” Dylan said, smiling his damnably innocent, attractive smile. “‘Taur boys are just made different, I s’pose. Wanna see?”

Adrian’s heart jumped. “I beg your pardon?”

“You want to see what ‘taur big looks like?”

“Yes! I mean… W-what? How? Are you proposing we go see some friends of yours, or…?”

“Oh, we could. I’m sure they’d love to show off to you. But no, I was just going to grow my cock for ya, let you see what a real big package looks like.”

Adrian was aware that his jaw was flapping in the wind, out of his control. It would have to stay put for now.

“Grow your cock for me? Your… your huge, sexy dick, you’re just gonna… make it bigger? On command?”

Dylan laughed gently and touched Adrian’s shoulder. “Well, yeah. You seem mighty interested, so…” He swayed sideways, giving his friend a better view, as the dormant beast between his legs gave a powerful throb as it awoke and sent four feet of hard, glistening horsecock sliding out between his front legs. It was long, it was thick, and it was practically bigger than Adrian already. His balls sure were, sac stretching tight as they pillowed out around his hind legs.

“H-holy shit.”

“Looking a little pale there, man. You okay?”

“Very okay. Very very okay.” Adrian found himself leaning against the centaur, grateful to have something to steady himself on. Dylan welcomed it, holding him up with a strong arm.

“Fantastic. Wouldn’t want you to faint or anything before I even started growing.” As he spoke, another shuddering growth spurt hit his junk, his cock unspooling in unsteady bursts, getting longer and thicker with every word.

“H-how…” Adrian mouthed, watching in rapt, if uncomprehending, attention. His friend had always been big—and in the blink of an eye, that big had graduated to gigantic on a scale he didn’t understand, the centaur sporting a cock twice the length of himself and easily as wide—and casually growing it bigger and bigger.

“Oh, that’s easy. Like this.” Bwoomph, it went, his cock rumbling as it doubled in size in the blink of an eye. Evidently liking Adrian’s reaction, he repeated the trick, his smile growing sly as he paraded his seventy foot horsecock for his shocked friend. “Here, have a feel. You look like you’re too polite to ask.”

Adrian was sure his heart was about to escape his chest, so hard did it beat, but he did not resist as the handsome centaur led his palm against the side of his impossible endowments. And it was impossible; too big to fit between his legs, his balls rising as big as a barn. And yet, undeniably real to the touch: hard, warm, their every pulse making him shudder in place.

“Dylan, this is like a dream…”

“Aw shucks, are you trying to make me blush?” The blonde smiled. “Well, if you like my little show so much, I better keep going, don’t I?” Throb. His cock crested past 100 feet. Throb. Several hundred feet. Throb. Closing in on a thousand…

“I… I feel like I might be forgetting how to breathe…”

“Then I’ll help you,” Dylan said, and swept Adrian up into his arms. There, Adrian hung for an endless instant, swirling in a wave of unfamiliar feelings—until Dylan drew close and kissed him.

“Oh God,” he thought, squirming in place, adrift at sea. And yet he wasn’t, not at all. This hung, handsome centaur held him close—and let him feel the beat of his heart through the earth-shaking throbbing of his divine cock.

“You’re much too cute to lose,” Dylan said, withdrawing with a tender smile on his lips. There was not a shred of mockery in his eyes, only softness and warmth. And behind them, behind his pretty, blonde head, there was the cleft between his towering balls, so grand that Adrian had to crane his neck back to take them in.

“I… Thanks. You too.”

“Besides, I wouldn’t steal you away from your waking dream. That is, if you still want more.”

Adrian shivered again, so forcefully that he might’ve fallen if not for Dylan’s embrace. “H-how much more is there? You’re massive…”

“I am, like I said, pretty small for a centaur. But that’s—”

“You’re bigger than a fucking ferry, Dylan! Bigger than a cruise ship!”

“‘Taurs are just built different.” Dylan’s smile widened. “And I’ve got a little trick of my own.”

“Growing your cock?”

“Eh, most of us can do that. No, I’m real good at hiding my true size away. Makes it much easier to fit into regular society and get to hang out with cute boys like you. But since you’re so eager to see all of what I have to offer…”

“True size?” Adrian spoke the words reverently, like a forbidden spell. “Are you saying this is all you? You’ve always been this insanely fuck-huge?”

 An ominous rumble rolled across the land.

“All of this, and more.” Dylan’s fat shaft shot forward in its biggest growth spurt yet, four times bigger in a single, fateful surge. “I’ve just been taking my time, decompressing. But if you want to see big…”

“I do. Oh, by all that is holy, I do!”

Dylan leaned in and kissed him again. And as he did, he made sure Adrian was pressed against the wall of cockflesh, making him sense in every way as he grew for him, feel his heat, his scent, his deafening throbbing and rumbling as his magnificent horsecock carved through hills and valleys, miles heaping upon miles of thick, veiny manhood. And he was only just at the cusp of his true size—ready to truly begin growing for Adrian.

“Then you best saddle up, cowboy,” Dylan said, smiling the smile that softened Adrian’s heart and stiffened his cock. “Because this ride is about to get rowdy.”