by Jack Doe
Bryce glanced down and pulled back his hips, then pushed them back into Anul'thek. The feeling was amazing, like silk and velvet jacking him off. "Oh, fuck," he said. He froze, afraid he was about to climax. He couldn't see it, but Anul'thek got a mischievous glint in his eye and pushed back against Bryce, driving his cock in to the hilt. As soon as Bryce's cock bottomed out, Anul'thek flexed his anal sphincter and sent Bryce over the edge.
"Ahh, crap!" Bryce groaned as his orgasm overtook him. His legs trembled and shook as he felt his balls draining into the centaur's backside. Anul'thek milked as much out of Bryce as he could get, until Bryce pulled out hastily to avoid any more stimulation. Anul'thek turned around and grinned as Bryce sank to his knees, reeling in the afterglow. Anul'thek sat next to Bryce, stroking his hair.
Once his head cleared, Bryce said to Anul'thek, "your turn."
Anul'thek looked at him nervously. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, we could do it some other time."
Bryce gave Anul'thek a strange look. "Are you afraid to top?" he asked.
Anul'thek bit his lip. "A little, I guess," he said. "I've never done it before."
"Neither had I, until now," Bryce replied. "You were right: don't think about it, and it just happens."
"Are you sure?" Anul'thek asked again. "I mean, I'm pretty big," he said.
"We'll figure it out together," Bryce said encouragingly. He stood, and so did Anul'thek. Bryce wrapped his arms around Anul'thek's neck, kissing him gently. "One step at a time," he said as he reached down to stroke Anul'thek's belly. Anul'thek's sheath stirred, and his cock began to emerge.
"Are you ready?" Anul'thek asked.
"Already?" Bryce asked, surprised.
Anul'thek grinned sheepishly. "It doesn't take us long," he said.
Bryce eyed the black shaft beneath Anul'thek. It was awfully big. "How do we do this?" he asked.
Anul'thek frowned. "I don't know," he admitted. "How did they do it in the comic?"
Bryce thought back. He looked around and found a tree with a thick, low-hanging branch. "This could work," he said, leaning over it. He glanced back at Anul'thek, who was looking at Bryce with his head cocked. "What?" Bryce asked.
"You might need to spread your legs," Anul'thek suggested. Bryce nodded and did so. "What was that you said about spitting on it?" Anul'thek asked.
"I dunno," Bryce said, shrugging helplessly.
Anul'thek shrugged and hopped back up on Bryce's back. The centaur was heavy, and Bryce had to put his weight on the branch to hold himself and Anul'thek up. He felt Anul'thek's cock poking around his ass. It hurt. He tried to tough it out, but it was no use.
"Okay, spit on it," he said, wincing. Anul'thek dismounted. "I'm sorry," Bryce said. "You're pretty big."
"Should we stop?" Anul'thek asked.
Bryce shook his head. "No, just spit on it a bit and see if that helps."
Anul'thek spat and rubbed it into Bryce's ass. Bryce shuddered. He'd never felt this before, and it was amazing. Anul'thek realized what the problem had been and continued to rub Bryce's ass with more lubricant, working one, then two, then three fingers inside. Bryce moaned. It felt so good, and his body spread his legs reflexively, wanting more as his toes curled into the grass below him. His reaction excited Anul'thek, who made his low, guttural sound.
"That good, huh?" Bryce asked with a grin, facing forward.
"Ungh," was the reply. He felt Anul'thek's weight on his back again, and he braced himself. He felt the jab of Anul'thek's cock above his hole, below his hole, to the side. He winced and reached back to guide it inside.
Anul'thek's cock hit home and pressed inside. Bryce tried to groan, but it got stuck in his throat. It hurt.
"Are you okay?" Anul'thek asked worriedly. Bryce nodded. "Should I pull out?" Bryce shook his head and held up a finger to indicate that he needed a minute. The pain subsided, and his breathing returned.
"Okay," Bryce said, "go slowly."
Anul'thek shuffled forward with his hind legs, pushing himself deeper into Bryce. After the first couple of inches, it didn't hurt anymore, and he told Anul'thek that he could start thrusting. The human's ass on the centaur's cock was tight and threatened to send Anul'thek over the edge at any moment. For Bryce's part, the feeling inside of him was immensely full, but it was a satisfying fullness, and as the centaur's medial ring rubbed his ass and prostate, he felt a second orgasm coming on. No way, he thought as his head began to swim.
Anul'thek began pushing himself deeper and deeper into Bryce with each successive thrust, which stimulated more and more of his cock and filled Bryce more and more with the urge to climax.
Anul'thek's cock throbbed, sending Bryce over the edge. As Bryce's climax roared out of him, his ass clamped down on the lusty centaur's dick, sending him over the edge, too. For the next thirty seconds, their bodies volleyed contractions and throbs, prolonging each other's orgasms and making it a pleasurable but nearly agonizing experience for both. When Anul'thek finally pulled out, both collapsed on the ground. It was several minutes before either could speak, let alone stand, as their heads swam in bliss.
Bryce came to first and shuffled back to lie next to Anul'thek. He lay on his side, head propped on his hand. "I guess this makes you a stallion, huh?" he said softly, grinning.
Anul'thek's eyes widened, and he looked at Bryce with amazement. "I think you're right," he said, not believing it.
"Should we go see?" Bryce asked.
Anul'thek nodded. "Can you stand?" he asked, cringing.
Bryce got to all fours and then stood, slightly stooped, wincing a bit. "I'll be okay," he said in response to Anul'thek's offer to let him ride his back. "I don't want to ruin the upholstery," he said ruefully. The two started slowly walking back toward the other centaurs, and the walking helped. By the time they made it back, Bryce was able to walk just fine, without any pain.
"Ing'ma!" Anul'thek said when he saw his mentor.
Ing'ma turned and looked from his pupil to Bryce and back. He grinned. "I know what you're going to say," he said. "If you can prove it, then yes."
Anul'thek looked at Bryce. "I'm sorry to ask, but would you–"
"Of course!" Bryce said and leaned over, blushing a bit at his own enthusiasm.
Ing'ma examined his backside carefully, noting the moisture that had already trickled out and that which remained. He nodded, satisfied.
"Friends!" he shouted, "I have great news!" Several centaurs looked up. "As of this day, Anul'thek is now a stallion!" A cheer arose from the centaurs, and those nearby offered congratulations, which Anul'thek received graciously and appreciatively. As he and Bryce were about to walk off, Ing'ma stopped them.
"I suspect, knowing you, Anul'thek," he said, "that our human friend here might also have earned his stripes?"
Anul'thek and Bryce exchanged glances and grinned, nodding. Ing'ma pushed Anul'thek's tail aside and examined his backside, spreading his anus open slightly and observing the semen. He nodded.
"It seems we have two new stallions today!" he cried. The centaurs nearby looked up, puzzled. "Bryce has lost his virginity today and shall be known as a stallion amongst our people!"
"Can he do that?" Bryce asked Anul'thek, who shrugged.
"Just go with it," Anul'thek said, grinning, and Bryce beamed as another round of cheering commenced in his honor.
"Hey, what about me?" Charles called from across the field, grinning.
"Oh, Charles," Ing'ma said, laughing, "There was never a question of your being a stallion! You fathered Bryce's father. Bryce is living proof."
"Aww, shucks," Charles laughed. "I was hoping you'd deem me the eternal colt!" Everybody laughed.
"Well done," a female voice said in English, but with a thick accent. Bryce turned to see Ala'ni, the mare who had flirted with him the day before. "Relaxed a bit?" she asked. Bryce nodded.
"I, um, didn't mean any offense yesterday," he said.
"None taken," she replied with a flirtatious smile, "but if you ever
get the urge," she winked and stroked his belly. He sighed. "I would, but I just got off twice!"
She raised her eyebrows, impressed. "I didn't know that humans could have multiple orgasms," she said. "Duly noted." She turned and walked away, flicking her tail seductively.
"She's the worst flirt of them all," Bryce said aloud.
"She's not just flirting," Anul'thek grinned. "She means every word." Bryce looked after her, a hint of desire stirring in him. It was a strange feeling, having desire for more than one being, but he was beginning to understand Anul'thek's point of view.
"Come on," Anul'thek said. "Let's get cleaned up." They went to one of the rivers, close to the middle of the field where they intersected. "Upstream is for drinking," he said. "Downstream is for bathing."
Bryce nodded. That made sense. He dipped a toe into the water. It was almost like a bathtub, warmed in the middle by the ship and cooled at the water's source to provide water that was perfect for any intended purpose. He waded in and dunked his head under the water. It did not sting his eyes, and he found that he could see clearly underwater, as if he were looking through thick goggles, nothing more. He rose to the surface, took a breath, and rubbed himself all over to wash the sex off. Anul'thek did likewise, and afterwards, the two lay on the ground near the water's edge to dry off. Cuddled in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 22
They weren't asleep for long, but they both awoke feeling refreshed and energized. After a splash in the pond, they heard the thunder of hooves and glanced over to see a game of tag starting. They glanced at each other and grinned, and then took off to join the fun. The game lasted for several hours, and the centaurs were good sports at letting Bryce catch them when he was 'it.' Charles and Ing'ma joined in, too, and gave their younger counterparts a run for their money.
After the game, everybody converged on the field to feast and drink their fill of water, juice from the fruits, and once rehydrated, wine from the vintners. Anul'thek introduced Bryce to many of the fruits. Many of them were familiar: citrus fruits, bananas, a dozen varieties of apples, coconuts, kiwi, cherries, peaches, nectarines, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and at least a hundred others, but some caught him by surprise. Besides the meatfruit his grandfather had lobbed at him, he discovered a hot pink pineapple that tasted like a tomato, a green starfruit that tasted like an ice cream sundae, a blue banana that made his mouth burn like a jalapeño, and to save his mouth from the bananapeño, the chalky, sour fruit that Charles had discovered that morning. It turned out to be a panacea good for curing stomachaches, hangovers, cuts, scrapes, burns, colds, and the flu.
"Really? It can do all that?" Bryce asked Anul'thek.
"Yup, it really can," Anul'thek replied.
Bryce nodded as the sourness dissipated from his mouth. Across the pond, he saw Ala'ni munching on a pomegranate, the juices running in rivulets between her breasts. As she discarded the remains, she lifted one of her breasts to bring the juice within reach, and she licked it off. Glancing up, she spied Bryce watching her and winked, waving. Bryce looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. When he glanced back up, she was standing with her back to him, legs spread, tail lifted, giving him an impiously seductive look. He shook his head in amused exasperation. She wasn't one to give up, and her wiles were working.
Bryce stood and put a hand on Anul'thek's shoulder. "I'll see you later, all right?"
"Sure," Anul'thek said, grinning. He winked: he knew. Bryce blushed again as he began to walk off, and Anul'thek shook his head.
Bryce tried to play it cool, staring at the ground and avoiding looking over at her, let alone making eye contact. That's what you were supposed to do, wasn't it? Don't let them know you're interested, be seductive, lure them in, oh, hell, who was he kidding? He didn't know the first thing about approaching anybody. Why was this so much harder than with Anul'thek? He saw hooves in front of him, and he glanced up.
"Whoa!" Bryce said in surprise.
"Fancy seeing you here," Ala'ni said, grinning wickedly. Her accent had all but disappeared.
"I–er, um..." Bryce stammered.
Ala'ni raised her eyebrows, chuckling at his bashfulness. Mercifully, she put her finger to his lips.
"Relax," she said. "You're thinking way too much about this."
Bryce's face brightened slightly, and he nodded with eyes that looked like they belonged on a puppy.
"Come on," Ala'ni said, taking him by the hand. "Let's go for a walk." Bryce nodded and followed her lead. They walked in silence for a few paces, just holding hands and looking up at the trees. Occasionally, Bryce would look over to see Ala'ni, the way she moved her hips, the confidence with which she walked, the occasional deft flick of her dark brown tail, the big, green eyes through which she looked back at him, her chestnut hair and coat, her breasts, delicately perched on her chest and bouncing and swaying gently with every step, and her lips, full and inviting. She reached over and pushed his jaw up with a knowing wink. He blushed again.
"Your bashfulness is cute," she said, smiling. "How are you and your grandfather so different?"
"Different?" Bryce asked, finding his voice.
She nodded. "He is relaxed and carefree; you are uptight and shy." Bryce hung his head.
"I meant no offense," she said quickly, stopping and turning toward him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "It's just interesting to me." Her eyes lit up. "I am fascinated by humans, and you are the first two I've gotten to interact with in person."
"Is that why you want to have sex with me so badly, to study me?" Bryce asked.
Ala'ni recoiled, taken aback. She frowned, puzzled. "No," she said. She shook her head as if trying to clear the confusion from it. "No, I want to have sex with you because it looks like it would be fun." Her eyes rekindled. "But now that you mention it, that could be a very interesting study indeed!" She grinned, and Bryce couldn't help grinning, too. Her enthusiasm was infectious.
"You speak English really well," he said, trying to restart the conversation.
She nodded. "Your grandfather has taught me much about your language," she said. "He is a very good teacher."
Bryce nodded slowly. He certainly was that.
Ala'ni cocked her head at Bryce, watching him mulling over her comment. "You think way too much," she said again and took him by the hand, beginning to walk once more.
"I know," he said as they walked. "I can't help it."
She smiled and shrugged. "It's only a problem if it stops you from enjoying yourself." Bryce nodded, and she gave him a penetrating look. "I think it stops you from enjoying yourself a lot," she said. He winced guiltily. She squinted her eyes, and a devious grin crossed her lips. "I have an idea," she said.
"Yeah?" Bryce asked, intrigued.
"Yeah," she said. "Don't think; just do what I tell you."
"But–" Bryce began to protest.
"You're thinking!" Ala'ni said, putting her finger to his lips. She shook her head. "No thinking!"
Bryce huffed. "Okay," he said reluctantly.
"Good!" she grinned. "Mount me," she said, and in one fluid motion, she pivoted her butt around to him, flicked her tail aside, and squatted for him. The reaction it gave him was undeniable. He gasped as he instantly felt his cock stiffen and his testes grow heavy.
He put his hands on her rump and paused. "I've never–"
She whirled to face him, putting her finger to his lips. "No thinking!" she urged again, her eyes wide with intent. She led him by the hand, and they walked some more. They made it to one of the streams and turned to follow it towards the pond.
"Bryce?" she asked.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Mount me!" She again turned and got into position, planting her hooves and awaiting him.
Don't-think-don't-think-don't-think! he thought furiously as he seized her buttocks in his hands. They were warm and firm, and fuck, they felt good to hold! He shuddered, his cock hardening again and throbbing in anticipation. H
e brought himself close to her, and the warmth of her sex beckoned him to enter. She was wet with excitement; a droplet of her fluids collected at the bottom of her vagina and fell, drawing a thin thread. As she felt his hands on her buttocks, her eyes flashed with excitement; she could feel him letting go, and she spread her legs a little wider.
As his trembling cock met her dripping lips, they both let out a grunt of pleasure, and with a shudder, he pushed himself inside. It was warm. So warm. And it felt so good. With masterful control of her body, she rhythmically closed her vagina around his cock, as if somehow stroking it with her insides. He groaned in pleasure. If this kept up, he wouldn't last very long. Already he could feel his balls tensing, preparing to fire. No, no, no, he thought.