"What I really want is to have you masturbate me like you would a stallion." Mike wondered if that would shock the kid, but the boy just grinned.
"Sure." The stableboy shut Conner's gate and shouted over to another boy. "Hey, bring me some stallion cream." He patted Mike's side. "I'll get you cleaned up, too. Most male hors... centaurs have a lot of old smegma."
Smegma? What was that? Mike was surprised when Liam squatted down right there in the main stable and started slipping his fingers into Mike's heavy sheath. Well, if that was normal here, Mike sure didn't mind showing off his Clyde-sized package.
The other boy, a scruffy, dark-haired kid a year or two younger than the one handling Mike, came over with a large clay jar. He looked Mike over as Liam took the jar and scooped a handful out. "Nice! Good conformation for the most part, powerful. With a little adjustment, you could be a champion."
"Yeah." Liam grinned. "If he was just a couple years younger. And we fixed the conformation problems."
"Conformation problems?" Mike twisted around to look at himself. As far as he could tell, he was just about perfect, but he didn't really know horses.
"Nothing serious. They are really obvious to us 'cause we fix stuff like this all the time. We can take care of the problems for you. On the house."
"Free? Hey, I'm all for that. Make me perfect." Mike grinned and then gasped as Liam grabbed his emerging cock with the goop-filled hand and slowly slid it back and forth. The creme was warm, and he started to stiffen quickly.
Liam chuckled and nodded to the other boy. "You heard him, Aaron. Let's make him perfect."