Dream Legs, by Josh Dugan

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.