"Stretch" was captain of the basketball team. He was a natural leader and motivator, and the team loved him. He was very tall and good-looking, with a basketball players broad shoulders and long arms, giant legs, and long-muscled strength. His team loved him. In fact, they were wild about him. They practiced for hours with him, working their tall bodies and loving to play under Stretchs

I had dreamed of David often, especially since I had told him how beautiful his legs were. And they were beautiful, long and smooth-muscled, with a gentle swell of calf and thigh. We were madly in love, and I couldnt get enough of his wonderful legs. "I would love it if you had six of these wonderful legs," I said, as I rested my cheek on his sweet, smooth thighs. They radiated warmth from beneath the cool, firm surface of his skin, and I felt the long muscles twitch involuntarily.

There were lots of young guys running on the beach that day, good-looking and to die for. But I was instantly hard at the sight of the handsome bare-chested four-legged young kid who came running alongside me as I did my daily beach run. Kid, no; he was a man, a full-on bodybuilder with a boyish grin. "Wow," I said, breathless, taken by surprise with the barefoot muscular gait of his four tanned legs.

I had the neatest dream about Rusty, my beautiful dancer! He was dancing the part of a centaur in some modern ballet Id never seen, a new one hed auditioned for in real life, and I guess that was why I was dreaming about him getting the part. I was pretty amazed at the ballet as I dreamed it - in it, the centaur was under attack from all the Greek soldiers, who thought the centaurs had come to despoil their village.

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. 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 Roys 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

It was so amazing to see Dale cloned. He was a brilliant student and wanted to be a psychiatrist. He would be the type that everyone would want to sleep with - a wonderful smile, mobile features and a beautiful aquiline face with full, sincere lips. The lips would form beautiful vowels as he spoke -- an "o" brought out their fullness and highlighted the appealing hollows of his cheeks.

It was so many years ago, yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. And now, I can scarcely imagine how the world could have survived for so many centuries without him and his kind. I remember it well. I had read with a mixture of arousal and fear the stories about the winged centaur. He was reported as dangerous and sexy, and accounts of him had the same type of lovehate repulsionallure reserved for highly skilled and elusive criminals, such as cat

Joey, the teenage guy next door, was so cute! He was a gorgeous teenage guy with the sweetest smile, bright white against his summer tan and streaked blonde hair. But one day, on a lark, he bought some centaur powder from the occult bookstore that we werent supposed to visit. It was in this handsome dark-glassed bottle with writing in an odd-looking language, and in embossed in the glass was an etching of centaurs

Rick had become quite muscular since joining the new body-building club. It had taken a couple years, but he figured the time would have gone by anyway, so why not use it to work out? He liked that he could eat like a horse and sleep wonderfully, and he liked being in a bigger and better-looking body. His legs were all smooth bulges, his hips protruded and flexed as he walked, along with almost all the muscles on his body, and

I was visiting David in his stone retreat high in the mountains, where he had undertaken advanced disciplines of mind-body spirituality. The ascetic life and simple diet agreed with him; he had never looked more beautiful. He wore a simple, rough robe, but he was radiant and in good health. In addition to long walks and swims in the ice cold lake he practiced yoga meditations, long-distance running and calisthenics.