David's six legs

From Metabods

by Josh Dugan

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 couldn't 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. His wonderful penis stirred itself at the thought.

"If I had six legs, I'd wrap them around you," he said, thoughtfully, becoming turned on.

"Mmmm," I replied, really aroused, and nuzzling the beautiful pair of legs he offered me.

My dreams brought David to me on a graceful platoon of beautiful legs, a handsome human centipede quietly moving, with silken hips grinding against the legs pressed against them, only the final pair of hips naked and uncrowded by the press of legs.

I would playfully mount the graceful legs, feeling the gentle muscular bubble-butts and their gentle undulating motion beneath my own legs as I rode my beautiful David, holding onto his statuesque shoulders as he laughed and enjoyed my weight on his legs.

I awoke from my dream aroused and weighted heavily by David's wonderful, long-muscled legs as he slept, their male beauty gently clasping me. I was wonderfully surrounded by warmth and his arousing scent, and I felt myself stirred to full arousal. I raised my head from the thigh-pillow of one of David's lovely male legs, only to bump my cheek against another beautiful leg.

It gradually dawned on me that I felt warmth and beauty snuggled all around me as I woke up.

It was incredible — the legs had me surrounded and gently enwrapped -- all six of them! Beautiful feet rested snuggled against mine, beautiful legs slumbered in a warm tangle among around my own legs as David's beautiful body slept in my arms.

It was so hard to move, and so hard to want to move.

I couldn't help kissing the big, graceful legs as I patiently lifted some of them from me, and I slid far enough forward to kiss my beautiful David's slumbering lips. They immediately came alive under my kiss, and as his dark, lovely eyes opened I knew he knew.

He smiled, hugging me with long, gentle arms, his beautiful hands everywhere on me!

"It wouldn't be balanced without the extra arms!" he laughed.

I reveled, my mind spinning as his beautiful hands held my face, long fingers combing through my hair, other gentle hands holding my shoulders and the third pair gently holding my waist and hips.

I grabbed the four big, handsome hands and kissed them, loving the wrists, the palms, the beautiful, long fingers. The arms lazily fell against me and each other, and with his third pair David pulled my waist hard against his.

"Oh, David!" I said, nearly swooning and burying my lips in his, lost in his arms and wanting his legs at the same time.

We kissed ardently, wordlessly, seeming to float in a world of male warmth and beauty as he gently surrounded and caressed me. From then on I could never take my eyes off him, the beautiful feet that casually stood on each other as he reached for items from the high shelves of the closet, the legs that enviably lay all over each other as he watched TV, the long, gorgeous arms that relaxed against each other, tucked three to a sleeve in his white terrycloth robe as he lay next to me as we passed the morning paper sections back and forth to each other.

He was a beautiful running partner, preferring to run barefoot, and I seemed to see the six athletic feet in slow motion as they beat the earth with their muscular beauty, raised up and lowered on the ferris wheel of his long-legged strides.

Together we would share the massaging duties, and my hands never tired of working the wonderful leg and foot muscles, as his six strong hands never tired of them either, or of massaging my own legs, for that matter!

In love we were welded together for hours at a time, for with his tremendous male energy and strength, he was easily aroused, and all three penises seemed to have no end of arousal -- they were huge!

It was often hard to feel hungry at breakfast after feeding on his huge ejaculations, but with the slightest excuse I'd be back at his penises, wrapping myself among the wonderful six legs as he laughed and came some more!

I could not get enough of David's wonderful legs, and he used them beautifully as instruments of love, just as he endlessly pumped me full of his raging love. I was absolutely insane about him, and unable to leave the three magnificent penises alone as I worked them and sucked them down one after the other or all at once. It seemed that our bodies lived only for the nourishment of our awesome love as the days passed on into endless, aroused years.

Once, as an experiment, he got drunk for me, to see how well he could maintain his balance on his six beautiful legs. Happily, he needed me to hold him as his magnificent legs became clumsy, and with him stupid and beautiful in my arms I ravished his glorious body, his six wonderful arms and six glorious legs.

I came deep within his first ass as I kissed his numb, smiling lips, loving his sweet weight drunkenly upon me.

"I love you," he smiled, heavily relaxed and very clumsy upon me. I kissed my wonderful David again, coming mightily deep inside his wonderful maleness.

"Thanks," I said, when I had recovered somewhat from the powerful jolts of love that welded David and I together, for all time. "I love you, too."

I held him and his wonderful body against me, and in my heart I meant what I said.

David crossed his legs. I liked David's legs. Just the word "leg" turns me on, because it reminds me of David's legs. His legs are very long and smooth, but with the gentle swell of muscle under the firm, satin skin, with just a touch of silken hair. "You have such nice legs," I told David.

"Thanks," he said. "It turns me on that you like them."

David and I would relax together for hours, before and after making love. He would rest his long, beautiful legs on mine, or fold them beneath him while sitting and talking to me. Sooner or later we always got to talking about his extraordinarily beautiful legs, and he would blush and become aroused, and let me enjoy their gentle warmth and beauty.

I would often dream about him, and in my dreams I would be relaxing with him and enjoying his gentle personality and loving the beauty of his legs. He was so generous with them because he loved me, and he let me savor their beauty.

"They're yours to enjoy," he would say, wrapping them around me. I only wish I had more of them for you to enjoy."

The first time he said that to me, I came on the spot. I was lying there with him and caressing the beautiful legs, and the thought that he would gladly sprout additional long, beautiful legs for me made me come, very hard. Any time I needed to come and David wasn't with me, I would think of him saying that and visualize how nice it would be to see my handsome David with extra pairs of his long, beautiful legs added out of love for me, and I would come like a geyser.

I ache just thinking about him. He was very tall and beautiful, with a sweet, beautifully sculptured face, wonderful full and sensitive, intelligent-looking lips, and a tall, relaxed body. He moved gracefully, like a big cat, on his big, handsome feet. He was a natural athlete with an athlete's endowment of body, and an athlete's large-muscled, graceful long legs.

He loved it when I told him about my occasional dreams about him, and found it very arousing that I often dreamed of him with extra legs. I don't know where the dreams came from, except that they were very loving and gentle dreams that seemed to express the generous nature of his sweet, strong love.

The extra legs would sprout seamlessly and perfectly from his handsome torso, as if he were a superior species of human, with extra legs in perfectly matched pairs in line behind each other. His tall back spine would simply arch out from his waist and connect several handsome bubble butts to each other, and each pair of extra legs would be a perfect and warm replica of the first, down to the splendid genitalia and the long-muscled thighs, calves and the beautiful, large feet.

The most wonderful thing about the legs was how natural they looked on David, even if he decided to please me more by making them longer or adding even more of them. I would come home to find him relaxing on the white sofa, long legs sprawled everywhere, and as I sat down beside him the legs would warmly begin to nudge and engulf me as he smiled and enjoyed my arousal.

I noticed that the more legs he had the more aroused he would be around me.

If I was near the rearmost legs, their genitalia would become aroused, and the legs would nudge or caress me with seeming innocence, yet I could sense their arousal and warmth.

"I seem to have lost control of my legs when they are near you," David smiled, laughing and a little embarrassed as well as aroused. "They seem to be turned on when they are close to you."

Sometimes when I would meet David after being away from home, as he greeted me he would have trouble keeping the legs in line, especially when he had made them longer and taller for me, knowing my love for long legs. The extra legs would sidle sideways or towards me, their huge hardons urgent and aching.

"Please suck me down," David would beg sometimes. "I can't stand having all these hardons." Even though we had built custom excercise machines to excercise his legs and expend some of their tremendous physical energy, it did not tire them as we had anticipated. It only made them more muscular and beautiful, and only enhanced David's sexual apetite. I secretly felt a contrary delight, and didn't want to suck all of David's hardons down, if only to preserve David's heightened arousal and desire, which I felt madly arousing.

I liked it when David was relaxing with his legs lazily crossed over each other or sprawled in pairs or clusters. It was so pleasant to nap among them, warmly and gently blanketed by their male beauty. I could not get enough of David's beautiful legs.

It was nice sometimes when David would put himself under the influence for me, since he knew I found his beauty irresistable when he was somewhat numbed and confused by wine, his beautiful legs clumsy and stumbling. "I like being this way for you," his beautiful lips would say, sweet with wine, his eyes glazed and his body warm and glowing.

Sometimes I think David really could multiply his legs and gently surround me with them. It was in his nature to be beautiful, and the ease of his generosity made the impossible seem possible. If he could, he would certainly wrap as many beautiful legs around me as I wanted.The sweetness of his love certainly wouldn't forbid it.