In Flesh and Stone

by Hal Bodner

  Alex buried his face in Sagittarius’s mane, relishing the loamy scent of rich sweat, allowing it to combine in his nostrils with Tony-smell and the freshness of his own perspiration. Tony always smelled like he imagined the air of some Italian noble’s country cabin would – the residual odor of polished woods combined with the smooth richness of olive oil and the yeasty tang of freshly baked bread wafting in from the kitchen. For his own part, his lover had once told him that his sweat was reminiscent of the beach, something Tony called “blond smell,” and for the first time, Alex knew what he had meant. He could actually smell himself and he was instantly reminded of the flecks of spray cast off by island surf when the waves rushed in and expired upon the shore. The combination of horse and hearth and sea was intoxicating.

  He reached back to pat Tony’s thigh, to confirm how in some ineffable way their innermost thoughts, the sensations they were experiencing, were one and the same. Shifting his weight threw him off balance slightly and, laughing, he found his body tilting forward to regain equilibrium, his face pressed against the Archer’s flesh where he could not help but actually feel the play of muscles in the beast’s shoulders. The bow slung across Sagittarius’s back tapped gently against his cheek and he laughed again at the thought that this weapon, so deadly if wielded for its intended purpose, could tickle him so.

  Mischievously, he sneaked his arms around to the front of their steed’s chest, pausing to tease the nipples slightly before he wound his fingers together at the center of its breast. His chest pressed against the hairy back, and Tony’s grip around Alex’s waist pulled him forward as well. Embracing, front to back in trio, Alex wondered if by some magical means, he and his lover could merge with the creature they rode and if by doing so, they could become one with the power he felt rushing from his tightly clasped thighs and bubbling up through his torso. The pulse, as they posted to avoid being bounced around on the horse’s back like idiots, was dazzlingly sensual. Alex wondered if his dick continued slapping against Sagittarius’s back for long enough, whether it would be enough to make him cum. But despite the erotic quality of being naked with the man he loved atop such a magnificent creature, he felt no impulse to stroke himself to climax. At least, not yet. Not when Tony had been returned to him and would eagerly do it for him if only they would reach their destination and could dismount.

  The miles passed, fields of flowers vanishing behind them to be replaced with sandy loam yielding clumps of fragrant herbs. The Archer plunged onward, his hooves crushing the tiny buds, leaves and flowers, releasing their scents so that soon they rode enveloped in a cloud of pungent rosemary and sweet lavender, sage and rue, warm poppy and astringent fennel. The land sloped up, the angle gradually increasing until they were climbing into the foothills of the mountain range.

  Finally, they crested a hill and passed through a natural gateway of huge rock towering above them on both sides, and came upon a mountain glade complete with a charming lake fed by an impressive and picturesque waterfall.

  Waterside, Sagittarius halted, his chest heaving with the effort of his run, bending his forelegs so Alex and Tony could easily dismount. Reluctant to leave their bearer, Alex stood by his side for a moment, fondling the mane, stroking the hairy sweat-flecked coat along his sides. He was able to see their guide from the front at last, and he was not disappointed by the view. Such a marvelous creature they had ridden! Half-man, half-steed, the two disparate species merging in an impossibility of muscle and sinew.

  The armored plates of Sagittarius’s human stomach seamlessly melted into the powerful chest and forelegs of his equine parts. The groin, Alex was pleased to see, was exactly where it was supposed to be on a normal human being. As for the half-aroused penis jutting out from just about where the human hair stopped and the animal’s coat began – well, Alex had used the expression “hung like a horse” before, but until this instant, he’d never known what it could mean. He giggled at the thought of a possible second penis located between the creature’s rear legs. No, were Tony not standing right beside him, he would have been more than content with the penis on the Archer that he could see.

  At that thought, he turned to face his lover and, the two stood with hands on each other’s waists, pausing before drawing closer to relish the moment of joinder that they had for so long been denied. Sagittarius trotted closer and completed the tableau with one arm on each of their shoulders.

  Alex took in every aspect of Tony’s body, devouring him with his eyes like a sumptuous banquet spread before a man long starved -- the hard, flat planes of his chest, which he had explored so many times with his hands and mouth, virtually smooth except for the brown hair in the very center spreading in a Y across Tony’s pecs and ringing each nipple with a few dark wisps before descending in an ever-thickening treasure trail across his flat stomach and exploding into the soft forest of his groin. He saw the lean, lithe strength of Tony’s thighs, the outlines of bulges in his calves, the exquisite slimness of his feet, so perfect they could have been a geisha’s except Tony’s were undoubtedly large and masculine.

  Alex looked up and saw the deep, deep love in Tony’s brown eyes, the smile playing around his lips, the expression saying “I want you!” more intensely than words could ever convey. He saw also the fluted column of his neck where Alex had so often nuzzled, the strong arms which had held him for so many years while he drifted off into satisfied sleep.

  He angled his gaze to take in Sagittarius with his massive shoulders and deep, broad and hairy chest. His human portions were impressive, almost daunting actually, his arms bulging with muscle developed from maintaining the tension on his frighteningly large bow. He saw the kindness in the creature’s eyes, the satisfied smile of accomplishment peeping from the square jaw almost hidden by the short curly beard. Clearly, the centaur was pleased with himself at having delivered his charges safely.

  Like the rest of the Zodiac men he had met, the Archer was a marvel of physical male perfection. Yet, with eyes drawn back to Tony, Alex knew then no matter how stunning any of them might be, no matter how ideal their physiques, no matter how accomplished their sexual technique, they paled in comparison with his lover.

  He was about to move completely into Tony’s arms when Sagittarius distracted him by pulling his bow from where it hung across his back. He withdrew an arrow, notched it and swiftly drew back the bowstring, aimed across the lake in the direction of the waterfall and unleashed it. Straight and true it flew, high into the air and came to rest, quivering, its point buried in the sand along the shoreline.

  Immediately, the earth around the tip began to churn and swell. Water, clear and crisp, began welling from where the arrow’s point pierced the earth. Simmering gently at first, it began to churn and boil and finally spouted from the ground in a cascading fountain of sparkling delight. Higher and higher it surged, the column of spray thickening until it was twice the height of a man. Slowly, the center of the spout darkened as something took shape within it. An opaque form coalesced within the waters and as the blurry outlines became clearer, the fountain’s force subsided until it was not much more than water around the creature’s feet, bubbling and splashing at his calves.

  The man was extraordinarily tall, taller than anyone Alex had ever seen. The top of his head towered above even Sagittarius who, with human torso perched atop the massive horselike body, already dwarfed his two recent riders. His body was long and lean, muscled and undeniably male but with a hint of something softer and more feminine in its curves. The pectorals were toned and rounded but the lines of muscle were not ripped and slashed by countless hours in any gym. The creature’s nipples were full and plump like raisins, surrounded by aureoles almost the size of half-dollars. The belly, flat like a slab of stone, did not bear the distinctive washboard pattern so desired by most of the young men Alex knew. It was undeniably sexy and arousing nonetheless, with a hard knot of navel topping the slight swell of the lower abdomen.

  And he was completely hairless – the chest
and underarms were smooth, pristine flesh. Even the groin was bereft.

  The new arrival was unquestionably masculine. In an odd way having nothing to do with his oversized genitalia, he was overtly male. Yet there was an indefinable sense of androgyny about him, an androgyny to which Alex felt disturbingly attracted.

  He carried a gigantic earthenware pot, balanced casually on one hip, and from where he stood, Alex could see it was brimming with crisp, virgin water from the fountain. He licked his lips, aching to feel the cool fluid seeping down the back of his throat to quench some inner thirst he had not known he had – to be invigorated by it, to be revived and strengthened by its bounty. For a moment, the artist was distracted, wondering if he had adequate words to describe what the water would taste like before finally giving up and simply allowing his imaginings of what the feel of the water would be like to wash over him.

  The man stepped forward, emerging from the fountain and standing on the moist ground. The stride spanned several feet and, amazingly, not a drop of water spilled from the jug. Alex’s gaze took in even more.

  Though impossibly tall, the body was in perfect proportion – which meant that the cock and balls were huge. Alex had sometimes seen dicks a foot long and, during one memorable college orgy he and Corey took part in, had even wrapped his mouth around a reputed fourteen-incher. Given the man’s eight- or nine-foot height, Alex estimated his appendage to be at least a good sixteen inches. The thought of what that monstrous appendage would do to his ass gave him shivers, but whether they were of trepidation or incipient delight, he couldn’t have said.

  The physique of the man was so impressive, so overbearing in its way, and such an intriguing and arousing combination of masculine and feminine that several long seconds passed before Alex gasped at his dawning realization of the man’s most unusual attribute. Though it should have been off-putting, perhaps even repulsive, Alex could find it in himself to do nothing but gape in wonder at the beauty of the oddity.

  From head to toe, covering every inch of skin on his gigantic body, Aquarius was a muted cerulean. Even the hair on his head was a deeper blue and his eyes glinted as if the pupils were made of polished Navaho turquoise.

  Though the Water-Bearer towered over the two lovers, though it could easily be imagined the strength inherent in his huge body would allow him to casually brush them aside, or to trample over them were they to obstruct his path, the sense of calm permeating the air around him was such that Alex felt no fear. Nevertheless, he shifted his arm from around Tony’s waist and placed a hand on his lover’s biceps. Was it a gesture of protection should he be mistaken about Aquarius? Or was it simply to show the giant that Tony was his, Alex’s alone? Alex didn’t know, but there were elements of both truths in it.

  Aquarius came closer and stopped, standing perhaps a foot before them. Alex had a brief flash of tilting his head forward and playfully licking the tip of the massive man’s dick – it was already situated at the perfect height and he would not even have to bend in the slightest to do it. Tony seemed to sense what was going on in his mind and gave his arm a cautionary squeeze, in case Aquarius might object if Alex was tempted to go through with the impulse. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw the mischievous grin on his lover’s face and knew instantly that Tony had known exactly what the temptation had been, and what was more, had shared it.

  Aquarius chose that moment to meet each of their eyes in turn, giving them the chance to look into his own, to probe the wonders that lay within those pools of blue-green. The depths of his glance seared, but not with the heat of a fire. It was more like flash-frozen ice sticking to the skin and burning it clear down to the muscle and bone beneath.

  The command was silent and both Alex and Tony had already obeyed it before they realized it had been given. They found themselves kneeling before this magnificently strange creature, heads slightly bowed but still able to look up at him to see what he would do next. Aquarius set his urn down upon a nearby rock, then he placed his palm against his clublike penis and, tempting, teasing, slowly wrapped his fingers around it.

  Alex heard Sagittarius grunt as if in approval, but when he inclined his head in the Centaur’s direction, Alex found he had vanished. He and Tony were alone on their knees at Aquarius’s feet and the Water-Bearer’s actions quickly consumed his full attention once again before he had any chance to wonder where their mount had gone.

  The hand moved up and down the shaft of the length of dick, hardening it until Alex was forced to re-evaluate his earlier estimation of its size. Sixteen inches had been too conservative. The massive staff was at least two feet long with commensurate heft. To describe it as beer-can thick would have been inadequate; the thing’s girth was easily that of a liter bottle of pop.

  When he was sure he had both their admiring attentions, Aquarius paused in his self-ministration to lift his water pot again, raising it higher and higher until it was poised far above the lovers’ heads. With a kindly smile, and giving them enough time to see what he was about to do, he slowly upended it and a stream of water poured out, drenching them, splashing over their heads and shoulders, trickling down their chests, wetting their groins and seeping down the cracks of their asses to pool in a wide puddle around their knees and feet.

  The first shock of brutal cold gave way to a feeling of hundreds of tender fingers in each rivulet of water, tickling and massaging Alex’s skin. It was an exquisite baptism, so similar to the massage he had experienced under Cancer’s healing hands yet so vastly different. Where the Crab’s touch had been strong and penetrating, easing his tortured muscles and savaged skin, the Water-Bearer’s gift was a tingling, erotic tease. Alex’s dick swelled and throbbed until it was as hard as the ceramic pot from which the water flowed. No – it was even harder, as firm and inviolate as the marble from which Aquarius had originally been carved. Alex knew without having to look that Tony’s arousal matched his own.

  His back arched. He spread his arms from his body slightly, longing to give the water greater access to his skin, relishing the trickles as it dripped from his shoulders and chest to splash his bent legs, gasping as it ran across the upturned soles of his feet and worked its way between his toes, groaning when the gentle torrent made contact with the sensitive skin of his underarms and the backs of his knees. Everywhere the water touched, his senses came alive, his nerves tingled, his dick jerked. His balls contracted, and he feared he would spew without even touching himself. A few seconds later, his body gave up. Instead of striving for the release of orgasm, as he had been unaware he had been doing, Alex relaxed and soon found he could simply ride the waves of physical pleasure, moving with them instead of fighting them or trying to alter their course to his own physical gratification. They lifted him to higher and higher heights of sensuality until it was as if he and Tony were being buoyed up to the clouds on a tsunami of sensual overload. Normally, he would have cum by now – perhaps even more than once – but strangely, he felt no urge to shoot. He wanted the heightening sensations to go on and on and knew that if he could only remain relaxed and accept them for the gifts they were, he could enjoy them forever.

  By the time the jar was emptied, long past the point where lex thought it would have drained dry, his flesh was shivering, partly from the cold and partly from the orgasmic delight. He shifted his knees and moved closer to Tony until the two lovers’ shoulders touched. The chilliness was dispelled where flesh met flesh, but the feeling of having been teased to the edge of climax and beyond lingered.

  Without giving them the chance to catch their breath, Aquarius resumed stroking his own dick. Quickly, he brought himself to the edge. Alex could see a few drops of sky-blue jism forming at the tip, oozing from the urethra in a presage of what was to come. The Water-Bearer lost himself in masturbation, spreading his feet wide and allowing Alex and Tony to witness the softball-sized testicles, building sperm in their ocean blue sacs, dangling from his crotch. His chest muscles spasmed as he neared orgasm. Suddenly, there was nothing remo
tely feminine about the massive breast; muscles hidden beneath the strange colored flesh sprang to the fore, highlighting every strand of honed fiber beneath the skin.

  Aquarius opened his mouth and moaned as he came, a soft yet powerful sound like the muted roar emanating from a river when it tumbles over rocky falls. Ribbons of sparkling deep blue sperm shot out from his dick, baptizing Alex and Tony anew. The viscous ejaculate, of surprising density as Alex had expected something more watery, splashed against his chest with enough force to rock him backwards on his heels. Where it made contact with his skin, his senses were suddenly jacked up another few notches. It was as if the sensual neurons of his dick were instantly transported to wherever the cum touched him.

  He and Tony shot simultaneously; before either of them could grab their own cocks, their bodies were wracked with the orgasms. The only thing preventing them from falling full onto the wet, sandy ground were their touching shoulders, propping them up like tripods. Their streams of sperm were impressive, coating the area in front of them for at least a foot in milky fluid. But next to what was shooting from the end of Aquarius’s dick, their combined sperm was like a teacup poured into a lake. For long moments after neither of the lovers could coax out another drop and were teetering, holding each other up to prevent from sprawling flat, quivering as each droplet of blue fluid splashed their naked bodies, Aquarius continued to cum.

  Their hair, chests, faces and upper thighs were drenched. Thick gobbets, smelling like fresh meaty mushrooms with a tang of sharpness redolent of watercress dripped from their ears and flowed across the tops of their heads to slide down their backs. Alex heard Tony gasp and wondered why. An instant later, he knew. Aquarius’s dripping sperm had found its way down the crack of his ass and when it touched his hole, he felt his ass pucker and release. Though there was nothing physical probing at his asshole, it felt like the biggest, most tender cock he had ever felt was pounding at his rosebud and demanding entry.