Steve leaned his back against the bar as he sipped his beer. He stared over at the group of college humans and spread his legs so they could see the huge swell of his genitals. A well-built guy with ginger hair stood up from the group and approached Steve.
"Hi, I'm George. Can I buy you a beer?"
"Steve. And sure. I've still got plenty of my current, but you can buy me a second if you;d like. So what brings you out among the satyrs?
"It's my twenty-first birthday today. My friends insisted on bringing me here so I could lose my virginity."
A deep blush colored George's face. Steve smiled and pulled him in for a hug, in the process pulling the human between his horse thighs and against the bulge of his genitals.
"Well, happy birthday! Let me buy you a drink instead! But how is a guy with such a hot body still a virgin?"
George returned the hug and let his hands linger on Steve's thighs. "Oh, I'm not a virgin-virgin. But I've never had sex with a guy, let alone a satyr. One night when we were drunk, I made the mistake of telling my roommate that I always wanted to be a satyr growing up and that I wanted to get fucked by one. The next day, he blabbed that to the rest of our friend group."
"He sounds like kind of a bastard."
"Oh, he's alright, I guess. But, um, could I ask what it's like being a satyr?"
Steve chuckled, "Oh, probably not so different from being human, just with a higher shampoo bill and the need to see a farrier regularly."
"But you were human before puberty, right? What was it like to turn into a satyr?"
Steve could feel his balls being pressed by George's obvious erection. "It wasn't glamorous, that's for sure. It took me weeks to get steady on my hooves, and my mother insisted I start volunteering at a stable so I could learn to groom myself properly. The nice thing was there was a smoking hot stable boy who was more than willing to acquaint me with my new body. But otherwise, you can imagine how embarrassing it is to get an unexpected erection when your cock is all horse. Speaking of which, let's go to the men's room before I embarrass myself again."
Steve stood and directed George to the restroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see George's friend high-fiving each other as if they'd accomplished something. Once inside, Steve pulled George into a stall. He removed his loincloth and sat on the toilet, presenting himself to George.
George doze face first into Steve's crotch, tonguing the jockstrap that still held Steve's balls before pulling the cloth off the satyr's legs. Steve felt his erection growing as George worshiped his balls. The moment Steve's cock head exited his sheath, George switch his attention to it and began licking it like the most delicious meal he'd ever had. The guy was a born cocksucker, even if Steve's dick was too large to really suck.