I had been overcome with lust for Roy the first time I laid eyes on him in the gay Centaur bar. He was beautiful and broad-shouldered, blonde and with a magnificent Palomino stallion body. He was very sexy and muscular, and set all of the Centaurs' huge hardons a-sway when his giant, gentle body bumped theirs in the crowded bar.
Even the handsome bartender, a professional charmer with a magnificent body any of us would die for, could not hide his enormous frontal and rear hardons when Roy's long, muscular arms found themselves comfortably draped around the shoulders of his fellow Centaurs.
Aroused myself, I had to laugh inwardly watching the bartender trying to maneuvering his awesome four legs in the space behind the bar, while his giant penises swayed and bumped against his legs and against the bottles, refrigerators and shelves behind the bar.
Roy had most of our hearts on fire because he was so handsome—and he had the magical appeal of the hextaur, with his double set of hindquarters. I wanted those six legs and all of Roy for myself—especially watching Roy's double hindquarter erections. With his huge frontal hardon and the gigantic twins in back, he could feed the whole bar with his come, but I wanted all of it.
That was my thought one lucky night when I got him talking to me about himself. He was naturally attracted to me—and I was to him, for sure!
It was an especially hot night and the streets were full of sweating Centaurs, and in the bar they joyfully poured huge flagons of ice-cold beer down one another's gulping throats. Roy and I were naturally turned on by each other, and could feel our huge hardons dripping precum as we laughed and talked together, sometimes arm in arm.
I somehow convinced Roy that for every two beers I drank he had to drink three, because I had two hardons and he had three. That got him very turned on, and before long his incredibly handsome body was not only glistening with sweat from the heat but swaying with the beer. As his beautiful lips became slow and slurred, I kissed them repeatedly while he tried to form words, his large, strong hands clumsily resting on my shoulders as he tried to explain something or another to me.
When he noticed I was licking the salty sweat from his huge pectorals and twirling my tongue on his firm, erect nipples, his beautiful body rocked with laughter and his hardons became enormous, swaying heavily. The frontal hardon became too gigantic to even pretend to ignore, and he and I took turns sucking on it.
The guys around us were likewise really drunk, and Centaurs began mating all over the place. The air was sharp with the arousing tang of their sweat, and loud with their screams and drunken laughter.
Roy's muscular hands gestured vaguely in the air as his lips numbly formed his words, and I had to fuck him in the worst way! I gently put my arm around his long, muscular waist and let his beautiful drunken body rest against mine, his six-legged horse-body bumping against mine as the six legs carried him unevenly along. My own two hardons burned with fluid rage from within and my frontal and rear balls churned with unrelieved come under pressure, as Roy's three hardons slowly swung from side to side, burdened by their own tremendous weight and length as he tried to walk.
As handsome, drunken male Centaurs mated unrelentingly on all sides among us, their sweat dripping and their fine coats frothing, gobs of flying come from unattended hardons smacked Roy and I as I led my magnificent drunken stud through the crowd of huge, muscular males, lost in each other's bodies.
Roy stumbled as the cool evening air hit his sweet face, and we were alone outside, save for the coupling Centaurs dotting the surrounding area. “Can I nurse you?” his lips slowly said, as his beautiful eyes tried to focus on mine.
I never answered. He bent his wonderful torso down, wrapping his arms around my back towards my tail, and I felt his wonderful mouth and throat take in my aching rear hardon. I buried my face in his handsome hips, loving their beautiful musculature, and was thankful that he had four rear legs to steady his drunken swaying. They also suspended the most magnificent Centaur hardons I have ever seen, each hardon giant and incredibly long and heavy, running with fragrant ooze. The hardon for the rearmost legs brazenly plowed into the balls of the hardon belonging to the next to last pair, and I twisted my spine and reached my torso and arms towards them. It was heaven to grab both magnificent shafts, working them and sucking both heads to my heart's content.
Pure animal pleasure sweated from Roy's and my bodies, and our legs could barely keep us standing as they finally spasmed with our enormous, spurting ejaculations. I died with pleasure as Roy sucked me up, and I did my best to suck both his giant rear hardons as they spouted and spouted, the excess come flying all over me and all over Roy's underside.
Roy was still coming when I felt him straightening up, as much as he could in his drunken state, and I felt his powerful, gentle hands pulling at me. Before I knew it we were lost in a come-soaked embrace, his huge, snakelike tongue probing my mouth and throat as his alcohol sweet breath filled my grateful nostrils.
As our sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed during our hug, our frontal hardons rudely intruded, barging in between our torsos and rising like hot spears up between us. Roy's glazed eyes met mine in a laugh, and he hungrily sucked down my frontal hardon, working its massive shaft with his strong hands. I grabbed his huge frontal guy likewise and we both laughed as we sucked and sucked at each other's incredibly enormous frontal hardons. I was so turned on I could feel my rear hardon getting hard again, and both of Roy's rear hardons became totally engorged again as well.
It wasn't that we didn't want to stop after our frontal hardons let loose their massive pulses of molten hot sperm. It took a lot of effort to catch as much of each other's come as we could—and the come glazing our faces was only a fraction of the huge leaping spurts that shot out into the night air. It felt so good to come with Roy I could hardly stop, and neither could he! Before we could finally stumble off to sleep together we had to suck our back hardons down one more time, and then I had to mount Roy and fuck him properly. He then butt fucked my horse's ass with his frontal hardon and then with his two back hardons. So I gave him a final butt fucking with my frontal hardon as well, and we decided then and there to marry each other. All I can hope for is that if we get each other pregnant our sons will have six legs!