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Date: Wed, 09 Feb 2000 14:58:51 PST
From: Randy Van Dyk <randyvandyk@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Minotaur, gay fantasy

The Minotaur by Randy Van Dyk (randyvandyk@hotmail.com)

       Dino groans in his sleep. He wakes to half-consciousness with the same
wild dream he's been having for nearly two months, ever since he read that
book on Minoan civilization.
       The minotaur lopes down the path, breathing easily, unaware of Dino
following behind. Bioluminescent moss casts a greenish light on the blond
hair that covers its head. Short curved horns arching inward from both
sides of the head shine white in the low light. The muzzle is short, a
caricature of a man's face. Large blue eyes are set forward on its face.
It stops at a cross tunnel, ears flicking left and right. Dino stops
directly behind, hardly daring to breath.
       Yes, the minotaur hears noises to the left. Its long red tongue whisks
over its lips. It struggles to suppress a roar of anticipation. The
minotaur bends down to dislodge a small stone jammed between its bare toes.
Its callused soles transmit only dull sensations as it moves along. It
hadn't noticed the stone until it stopped. The stone's green is deeper and
clearer than the light from the walls. The minotaur still does not notice
Dino.
       It bends slightly as it enters the left tunnel. The rock wall is smooth
and black. It touches the wall tentatively with the left forefinger. The
wall is warm, explaining the sweat beading on its shoulders and sides. The
minotaur begins to move swiftly again, the only sound other than a quiet
panting is the slap of its thick, flaccid cock flopping from thigh to thigh.
The cock is very long and heavy, its bright pink tip exposed where the
loose foreskin is slightly withdrawn. The primal ache the minotaur has felt
growing in its guts the past week is now above the threshold of awareness, a
driving nauseous urge which has prevented its eating for the past day.
       The greenish light yellows as the minotaur rounds a curve. The tunnel ends
at a large rock which hides the tunnel's entrance from the cavern ahead.
The minotaur hears splashing and echoing laughter. It peers around the
boulder and sees two men slapping water at each other as they stand nude,
hip deep in a pool of water. High up through a crack in the cavern roof a
beam of light focuses bright yellow on their antics.
       "God, this is great!" Joe says to Mike. "It's so warm!"
       "Yeah," says Mike, "there must be hot springs in here somewhere. The water
feels good, but my shoulder is killing me. I think I pulled something
during that last traverse and ascent."
       Joe wades over and puts his arm around Mike's shoulders. "How about a
massage. That should relax the muscles."
       "Sounds great," Mike answers. He leans over and kisses Joe on the cheek,
as they wade out of the pool. "Let me unroll my sleeping bag so we don't
roll on any rocks."
       Joe and Mike have very similar builds. Each stand about 1.8 meters tall,
with heavily muscled shoulders and thighs attesting to their love of rock
climbing. They both sport mustaches and have their hair cut very short.
Joe's body hair is auburn and noticeably present. Mike's can hardly be
seen. They each wear black tennis shoes which squish as they walk ashore,
and nothing else. One difference is Joe's brown eyes. Mike's are green.
Another is Joe's circumcision scar, which is six centimeters from the tip of
his penis. Mike is uncut.
       The minotaur watches as Mike unties his backpack, grabs his sleeping bag,
and spreads it out on a ledge jutting out two meters above the pool. The
minotaur is about eight meters from the two men, hidden from their view by
the boulder. Seeing the men leave the water increases the ache the minotaur
feels. It cups its balls in its right hand and squeezes gently. The
pressure eases the ache in its gut.
       Mike finishes spreading the sleeping bag and lays on his stomach with his
right side toward the pool. He rests his head on his crossed forearms,
staring out over the pool. The last reflections of the ripples the two had
created as they left the water are slowly ebbing, sending splashes of light
off the rock walls.
       "How deep is it?" Mike wonders aloud. "Joe, how deep do you think?"
       "Well, it seemed to be falling off steeply from where we were," says Joe.
"Here, move back from the edge a little. I've got a little cream I'll rub
on your back." Joe positions himself behind Mike's buttocks and spreads the
cream in large circles on Mike's back. He begins kneading the cream into
Mike's trapeziuses which are tense and hard. "Think peace, Mike. You're
all uptight."
       "My right shoulder is really sore. Try down and over a little. Aaah,
right there. Push hard. Aaah, okay, okay, enough of that."
       Joe moves his forefingers to the two acupressure points between Mike's
shoulders. Mike's hard muscles relax as Joe applies the five kilos of
prescribed pressure. Joe begins again on the traps which are now more
supple. He runs his nails gently down Mike's back and feels him shiver with
delight. Now he pushes the acupressure points in the small of Mike's back.
Then he rubs the tops of the compact bunches of ass muscle with his palms.
Now he pulls his nails up Mike's sides. Then he brings his fingertips hard
down the line of Mike's spine. Now he slaps Mike's bright white ass,
grabbing and twisting the solid muscles, turning them rosy. Now he hits the
acupressure points again. Then he rubs his palms over Mike's back slowly in
small circles. Mike's breathing quickens to a pant and he starts a low
moaning in rhythm with Joe's touch.
       "Jesus, that's great, Joe. I feel like I'm floating. My shoulder doesn't
feel nearly as sore."
       Mike's moans and shivers set Joe tingling. Each time he leans forward to
reach the tops of Mike's shoulders, his cock rubs through the crack between
the cheeks of Mike's ass. Soon, his hard-on arches in a thrusting curve,
striking his rippled stomach above his navel as he leans forward to reach
the tops of Mike's shoulders with his massaging fingers.
       "God, I've got to turn over, Joe. My cock is bent and it's killing me.
Let me roll over."
       Joe rises up slightly on his hands and knees and Mike turns over, his cock
snapping out to its fullest extension, hitting Joe's cock a solid blow. Joe
switches his hips back and forth using his cock like a truncheon on Mike's
towering cock. Mike responds with some wriggles of his own, batting Joe's
hard dick.
       "Feels good," grunts Joe. "Soreness gone?"
       "Yeah, that cream is magic."
       "I've got some other magic cream. You want some of that?"
       Mike responds by grabbing Joe's big cock with his right hand. He begins a
gentle frigging motion.
       The moans and sighs also have their effect on the minotaur. It continues
gently squeezing its balls during the back massage. Like Joe's, its cock is
swollen to the maximum extent. Hugely rampant, it stands panting quietly,
waiting.
       Behind the minotaur, Dino stands, knees slightly bent, with both fists
around his giant dick, jacking away slowly, his eyes wide open, do missing a
thing.
       Joe lowers his head and kisses Mike, the thrusting tongue penetrating
Mike's pale red lips, twisting in his mouth, sliding over Mike's tongue.
       Joe slides down slightly and begins licking Mike's right nipple, biting
firmly, thrilling to the reflexive tightening erection of the nub. He moves
to the left nipple, pinching the right one hard between his thumb and
forefinger.
       Scooting further down, Joe slips out of Mike's grip on his dick. Mike's
prodigious cock, a pink and purple arch, stretches under Joe's face. The
foreskin moves back naturally as the cock swells, displaying the bright pink
bell-shaped dickhead, sporting a clear drop of precum. "Jesus, I never get
over how much bigger than me you are," says Joe.
       "It's all relative, buddy," grunts Mike. "I'm only five cee's longer the
last time we measured and I ain't grown any since. Most guys would be
thrilled with your 22 caliber. Besides, it's not how big you are. It's
what you do with it."
       Joe takes Mike's heavy hard rod in his left hand and pulls the skin tight
down from the tip as he slides the side of his hand to where the cock juts
out from Mike's hairy blond pubes. He sticks out his tongue and curls the
tip around the end of Mike's cock. He licks around the dickhead and tongues
the little slit at the tip. He coaxes out two drops of precum which he
licks up and swallows. Joe nips the dickhead, then slips his lips over the
pinkish red-orange head. It barely fits. Joe has to open his mouth as wide
as possible. Even then he feels his teeth scrape over the rubbery rim at
the bottom of the glans.
       Past the teeth, Mike pushes gently inward feeling his dickhead lodge in the
back of Joe's throat. Joe fights the gag reflex, something on which he's
had more than a little practice. Joe starts humming as he moves his tongue
as much as he can over the intense pleasure spot at the base of Mike's
dickhead, swaying his head from side to side to create more friction on the
powerful tool stuffed in his mouth.
       Joe reaches out with his right hand and cups Mike's large balls. Mike's
gentle thrusting begins to get stronger. With each stroke, Joe moves his
head from side to side, now rubbing Mike's glans on the back of his throat.
Mike reaches out, grabbing and pinching and pulling hard on Joe's nipples.
       The minotaur shifts its weight. Its huge, rampant rod stretches more than
halfway up its muscular belly, thicker than a man's forearm, sprouting like
a small tree from the beast's pale pubes. The jumbo dickhead still mostly
covered by the partly retracted foreskin is as big and as bright red as a
delicious apple. As it watches Joe licking Mike's cock, the minotaur leans
over and licks its own. Like Joe, it is rewarded with two drops of precum,
except these drops are the size of a large fingernail. As Joe takes Mike's
cock between his lips, the minotaur takes its own cock, shivering in rapture
with this new sensation.
       Dino watches a drop of precum seep out of his flaring dickmouth. He rubs
his thumb over the drop, then leans over and licks it clean.
       Joe lifts his head, letting Mike's cock slip from his lips, grinning at the
loud slap it makes hitting Mike's rippled belly. Joe slips further down,
thrusting his tongue out, flicking Mike's big balls with its tip. He nips
the wrinkly skin of Mike's silky sack, sucking at the soft flesh, mouthing
the orbs inside. He tries to suck both balls in his mouth, but only one
will fit and he chews it softly with his tongue and lips.
       Joe pulls away from Mike and said, "Let's trade places."
       Mike shifts over, kisses Joe, and says, "Jesus, you're sexy." Now on his
hands and knees, Mike moves down taking Joe's hard dick between his lips.
He moves slowly down pushing his lips tight along the entire 22 cee's until
his nose presses Joe's red pubes, his chin tight against Joe's balls. Up
and down, he moves swinging his head from side to side. Joe moans loudly
and begins shaking. Reaching out, he grabs Mike's nipples between his
fingers, rolling them back and forth.
       The minotaur sucks its own cock, moving up and down with Mike's rhythm,
squeezing its balls harder and harder.
       Dino leans over and wraps his lips around his own cock, thrilling as he
moves his tongue over the sensitive dickhead.
       Then the sunbeam lighting the cavern dims and the shadows deepen. The
minotaur stops its sucking and begins moving toward the men.
       Mike stops sucking too, panting, trying to catch his breath. He rolls
forward on Joe's hard, rippled stomach, kissing Joe's lips. Mike's tongue
thrusts its way into Joe's welcoming mouth, their mustache hair
intertangling.
       The minotaur pads silently across the eight meter distance separating it
from the men, as Dino watches from behind the rock. As the beast starts to
spring, it loses its balance and stumbles onto the two squirming bodies.
The weight crashing on Mike's back momentarily stuns him. As the minotaur
continues rolling over the men, Mike reflexively strikes with an elbow
catching the minotaur full-force in ribs. The minotaur screams in pain.
Mike rolls off Joe and both he and the minotaur fall off the ledge into the
pool. The water is over Mike's head as he hits bottom and pushes hard to
the top. He surfaces about one meter from the thrashing beast which is
gulping more water than air, and is bawling with fear.
       As the minotaur goes under again, Mike yells to Joe, "What the fuck is
that? Get the ropes out of the backpack! I'll try 'n grab it!"
       The minotaur surfaces, struggling weakly to stay on top of the water. Mike
swims over and delivers a palm heel strike to the beast's forehead.
Stunned, it starts down again. Mike grabs it in the lifeguard's carry he
learned getting his swimming badge and kicks his way to the shore, pulling
the thing behind him.
       Mike's tennis shoes help him get to his feet as the still groggy minotaur
becomes dead weight. Joe steps into the water, pulling the minotaur's
wrists behind its back, quickly knotting the thin climbing lead lines around
them. Mike and Joe together drag the beast the rest of the way out of the
water, dropping it face down on the smooth rocks which make up the little
cove. Joe ties the minotaur's ankles with the light line and gets on its
back pushing hard to help clear the water out of its lungs. In a series of
loud racking coughs, the minotaur spews bile and water onto the rocks. It
suddenly bucks trying to throw Joe off its back.
       "Christ, what is this thing?" Joe yells.
       "I don't know but look at that head. It looks like a bull. Those horns
are sharp. We better use some of the heavier ropes." Mike scurries up the
rocks and grabs the thicker climbing ropes. He returns and knots the ropes
around the thing's ankles.
       The minotaur has fully regained consciousness now. It arches its back,
lifting its head, staring back at Mike.
       "Look at that, Joe. It looks terrified," says Mike. "Can you talk?" he
asks the minotaur, who only blinks.
       "Let's turn it over and sit it up," says Joe.
       "Okay. Here, you take the shoulders. Pull up and over. I'll move its
ass."
       Mike and Joe roll the minotaur over and lean it against the ledge which has
so recently benefited them. "Look at the size of that cock!" exclaims Joe.
"It not only looks like a bull -- it's hung like a bull! Mike, what do you
say we have a little party with this thing?"
       "I don't know if I'm into fucking around with animals," Mike grins.
       "Me, either, but there's a first time for everything. Besides, put a bag
over its head and its the best looking body you've ever seen, excepting
maybe mine."
       "Well, okay, but let's wash it first. It looks like this is the first time
it ever hit the water." Mike steps over to the backpacks yet again and
pulls out a small container and a bar of Dove soap. He fills the container
in the pool and pours it onto the immobilized minotaur, who squirms in
surprise. Mike refills the container and begins soaping the beast's body.
The minotaur bleats sorrowfully, shaking, its eyes frightened. Gradually as
Mike soaps its chest, the quivering slows, then stops replaced by a gradual
stiffening of the minotaur's cock. Each time Mike's hands stroke its
nipples, the minotaur's huge cock pops out another two or three centimeters.
       "Let me in on this, too," Joe says.
       Mike breaks the soap in two easily. "Here, you do its legs. Leave the
cock for last."
       Joe starts soaping the thighs and calves, flicking the minotaur's balls
with his fingers as he passes over the muscles nearby. The balls are
prodigious, nearly the size of racquetballs. Joe squeezes one, feeling its
spongy resistance. The minotaur's cock fully extends itself.
       "I can't believe the size of this thing," says Joe. "Do you think it can
talk or understand? Hey, can you understand a thing I'm saying? No?"
       "You still got that tape measure in your emergency kit?" asks Mike.
       "Yeah, I think so. Good idea! I'll look. We've got to measure this
thing." Joe rummages around in his backpack finding the lightweight tape.
       Mike stuffs his soapy hands under the minotaur's mighty balls and between
its legs, probing and pushing the soap throughout the beast's ass crack. He
flicks his slick finger over the puckered hole, deep in the crack, feeling
the minotaur buck at his touch.
       Mike begins stroking the cock with his soapy hand. "I can't get my fingers
around it," he says.
       Joe returns, pulling the thin retractable tape out of its shiny case.
"Here, hold the end down by the base on the top side of the dick. Jesus,
it's forty-one centimeters long!" Joe rearranges the tape, encircling the
giant phallus. "And it's twenty-one cee's around!"
       The minotaur is afraid. It can't budge its arms or legs, but these men are
easing the ache it feels in its gut with their stroking.
       Dino can still see clearly from his hiding place behind the rock, but the
light is getting steadily dimmer. He has both fists around his cock and is
pumping slow, strong strokes.
       "Rinse him off, Mike. Let's get it on."
       Mike takes the small container, filling it with the warm water, pouring it
on the beast. He refills the container twice more before the Dove has
flown.
       Joe replaces the tape in the safety kit, picking up the cream he massaged
into Mike's back. Returning, he says, "That soap probably dried out his
skin. Let's use this cream to make him slick again."
       Mike and Joe dip their fingers in the cream and rub it on the minotaur's
mammoth erection. They grip the colossal cudgel with their hands. All four
fit with room to spare.
       "This is like choosing sides in softball," Joe laughs. "Only we both'll be
winners."
       Their own cocks soon fully extend, touching their hard, rippling stomachs
as they lean over stoking the enormous shaft. The minotaur's foreskin is
only partially withdrawn. Mike strokes downward hard to pull the giant
glans free. The minotaur groans.
       "What a huge head on this dick! Look at that slit. It's at least a cee
across," Joe says as he gets up on his knees. He pokes his tongue in the
slit and flicks it back and forth. Leaning back on his muscular haunches,
he says, "I can get the end of my tongue completely in there!"
       The minotaur groans again when Joe's tongue flicks over its fat, pulsing
glans. The pumping motion of Mike's hands is turning the dickhead a deep
purple. Then a dribble of four or five drops of precum seeps out of the
slit. Joe leans forward and tastes some.
       "Sweet like sugar, " he said, "try some."
       Mike licks up the rest. "I've never tasted anything as sweet as this,"
says Mike. "I wonder how many calories it has?" he laughs.
       "A lot, I bet," says Joe grinning. "Let's see if we can taste his jism."
       Mike and Joe reposition themselves. Mike is astride the minotaur's
muscular legs, with his big balls rubbing across the minotaur's down covered
thighs each time he leans forward. Joe is on his knees facing Mike on the
beast's right side. Both men balance themselves with one hand using the
other, stroking, pumping, frigging the mammoth cock. Their tongues flick
back and forth across the deep purple glans, touching the intense pleasure
spot on its underside in regular rhythm. From time to time their tongues
touch, then seek each other's hungry mouth for a deep French kiss. Their
cocks swell to the firing point.
       The minotaur senses the start of the powerful surge it has been seeking.
Its long tongue emerges between its lips, whisking back and forth. Then it
leans to the right slowly, unfurling its hot tongue to its full length,
placing it in the cleft of Joe's ass. A shock of surprise surges through
Joe causing his cock to contract and spurt a shot of hot jism onto the
minotaur's rippled belly.
       "Jesus, the fucker's licking my ass," Joe pants huskily.
       "Watch those teeth," warns Mike.
       "Shit, I don't think I care," says Joe. "His tongue is like velvet, and
strong." Joe moves his left leg over the minotaur's belly so that he is
astraddle with his ass pointing toward the minotaur's head, his asshole a
brown puckered target for the minotaur's questing tongue.
       By leaning forward as far as it can, the minotaur can extend its tongue
enough to flick Joe's balls and asshole in a curling motion. As Joe and
Mike lick and frig its massive dong, the minotaur tongues the back of Joe's
balls which begin elevating. The minotaur tastes the salty sweat, feeling
the ache which has driven it since yesterday receding with each flick. Its
tongue diddles the puckered skin around the anus.
       "Mike, this is fantastic!" moans Joe throatily. "You've got to try it!"
       Mike and Joe switch places. Mike's larger balls are heavier on the
minotaur's tongue, but it has no problem curling the end of its tongue
around them.
       "Jesus, this is sexy," moans Mike raucously. The minotaur's tongue flicks
his relaxed anus, penetrating slightly. Mike's asshole grabs at the tongue
and he fires a shot of hot jism.
       Mike and Joe sit up. Using their free right hands, they grab each other's
rampant dicks. They never miss a stroke on the minotaur's towering phallus.
Stroking each other and the minotaur faster and harder, they watch the
minotaur's balls slowly elevate to the base of the whopping dark purple
shaft.
       The minotaur feels the power surge go. The ache in its guts blows out the
end of its massive cock.
       Dino shoots his load as he sees the minotaur come, his jism sticking in
hot, wet streaks to his rippled belly.
       Mike and Joe watch five spurts of ivory-tinged cum fire over their heads
with volcanic power from the minotaur's throbbing hose. One spurt lands on
Mike's forehead. Another on Joe's back. The touch of the minotaur's hot
jism blows what shred of control they have, and they both start ejaculating
in rhythm with the minotaur.
       Still frigging Mike's and the minotaur's spurting cocks, Joe leans over and
purses his lips around the minotaur's bucking fountain. His mouth fills
quickly with almond-tasting cum. He leans back and swallows, slowly,
watching Mike fill his mouth at the minotaur's pulsing cock. Joe leans in
for another mouthful. Then Mike. Then Joe. Then Mike.
       Then, the furious pumping of its mighty cock abates, and the beast's balls
start descending. Mike and Joe stop frigging their cocks and begin licking
the cum off the minotaur's thighs and belly.
       "This stuff is an elixir," marvels Joe. "I'm rock hard again. I feel like
I just smoked one of your first class Jamaica joints."
       "Suck me, Joe! Suck me!" urges Mike as rolls over onto his back, his
still-shod feet resting in the warm water. Joe straddles Mike's head. Mike
tongues Joe's balls. Joe stuffs Mike's fat glans between his teeth.
       The minotaur is still hard, its cock towering over the two ecstatically
writhing bodies.
       Dino continues to pump his own hard cock and feels the surge blow through
his balls again as he pumps and more hot jism surges onto his hard rippled
belly.
       Mike begins to come in Joe's mouth. Joe's orgasm erupts with the touch of
Mike's hot cum in his throat. When the flow of hot cum ceases, Joe rolls
off Mike. Joe crawls back to the minotaur and places his lips over the slit
on the top of the hot, hard, arching tower. He sucks another shot of cum
from the cock, becoming rock hard again as the almond taste permeates his
mouth, rocketing ecstatic waves all around his muscular body.
       He squats down in front of the unblinking minotaur, shaking uncontrollably,
rubbing his cock on the tip of the beast's protruding tongue. The minotaur
opens its mouth, accepting the ample length of Joe's rigid cock which he
thrusts all the way in. The minotaur closes its mouth around Joe's cock as
gently as if it were its own. It rolls its hot, moist, velvety tongue back
and forth around Joe's cock which begins spurting immediately.
       "Mike, Mike, get your cock in here! This is indescribable!" Joe yells.
       Mike gets up, sucking another swallow of the almond elixir from the still
oozing slit of the minotaur's rigid dong. He feels the powerful surge
pervade his body, pumping his cock into an achingly hard erection which he
shoves into the beast's mouth. Touching Joe's throbbing cock with his own,
he savors the slick friction of the hot, velvet tongue. He comes quickly,
watching Joe writhe and scream in yet another orgasm.
       Joe withdraws and lays down exhausted astride the minotaur's muscular
torso. He wiggles his ass back until it makes contact with the base of the
minotaur's hard jumbo cock. Mike comes a second time in the minotaur's
mouth and then pulls out, his cock still hard, popping back and splashing
his own hot cum on his chest. Mike lays down on his back beside Joe and the
minotaur.
       The minotaur moans, tears forming in its eyes, streaming down its cheeks.
The piercing ache in its guts is gone, blown out the end of its giant cock.
       Dino wakes up, his chest stuck to cold cum-soaked sheets, his fists still
wrapped around his rigid cock.
       Jesus, not again! thinks Dino. How to I get rid of this fucking dream?

 
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