Gentle Touch
by Josh Dugan

"I can be whatever you want me to be," David told me late one night as we 
rested together. "You can have me any way you want me." 
I held him, his gentle tall body slender and sweet in my arms. "You know I 
have a thing for your arms and legs," I laughed, feeling myself grow hard at 
the thought of him being willing to please me. He was already so beautiful 
that while being with him aroused me, it also left me feeling turned on that 
he would be willing to do special things for me.
"I liked the time you got drunk for me," I said, and he laughed gently. "That 
was nice," he said. "I thought so too," I laughed. It had been so erotic to 
hold David's beautiful body while it was relaxed and somewhat clumsy, and to 
kiss his sweet, beautiful lips while they clumsily spoke to me. I would kiss 
them and feel them still trying to form words, as David's reactions slowed 
from the sweet wine, and he would be caught in slow surprise when his words 
were lost in my kiss.
He had laughed boyishly as he came up for air, gentle and slightly dizzy in 
the  embrace of my aroused body. 
He knew how it turned me on in an odd and arousing way when he was drunk, and 
it was so sweet of him to let his beautiful body become partly helpless for 
me. How I came in him, plunged into him, and enjoyed his warm, sweet, gentle 
gift, as the beautiful body shook with his quiet, drunken giggles!
At different times he had shape-shifted for me, as well. For some reason, this 
was incredibly arousing to me. His island ancestors had been of a priestly 
caste, and while no one in his family had either the talent or the inclination 
to carry out the traditions, David had been born with the magic.
The first time I discovered this was when we were alone together, and I was 
kissing his beautiful, long-fingered hands. They turned me on so much, and 
their touch was both warming and gently cooling at the same time. The fingers  
were strong and very gentle and sensitive, very fine and silken in their 
touch. "Hold on," he said, his handsome nude body cross-legged on the bed with 
me. He gave his wrists a couple good shakes while his beautiful lips murmured 
a beautiful phrase, and suddenly the big hands hung relaxed at the end of 
them, two on each wrist."How's that?" he said, holding the hands up and 
looking at them appraisingly, pleased. All I remember saying is Wow, and I 
grabbed the hands and kissed them, warm and gentle on my lips as they gently 
held my own hands. I buried my face in them as David laughed gently, and I 
came and came involuntarily, lost in his beautiful warm, gentle hands.
I could not stop staring at them, and David glowed with pleasure as I held 
them and kissed them. 
We decided that it would be easier for him to use them if he had four arms as 
well. With a couple good shakes from the shoulders, he accomplished that, and 
we broke the new arms in with a wonderful, christening hug. "Mmmmm" I said, 
loving his strong four-armed hug around my muscular torso. "You'll have 
to take up piano," I said. "I'd rather play you," he laughed, hugging me 
tighter.
I guess I was pretty much always turned on after that. I loved the sight of 
the well-shaped, well-developed hands no matter what they were doing -- 
massaging me, sometimes jerking me off, or just hanging provocatively at his 
smooth-flanked sides. I would hold his sweet body to mine, our massive hardons 
restless against one another, and pull the arms around me in a wonderful hug, 
while he swayed with the arousal of our kiss.
One night as we lay together, I idly looked at his beautiful, long body. "What 
about legs?" I asked. "Would you feel more balanced with four legs as well?" 
"Oh..." he said, startled and seeming to swoon, as his comfortably relaxed 
penis began to swell. "You okay?" I asked. "Fine.." he said, flushing. "It's 
just such an erotic thought. I would love to have extra legs for you," he 
said, his long-muscled legs smoothing against each other as his hardon grew. 
It turned me on to see him turned on, and I liked finding a line of thought 
that was erotic to him. "You have such beautiful legs, and such handsome 
feet," I said. "what if you had six of them?" He was hot, visibly swaying. "If 
I had six legs," he said, "I'd wrap them around you..."
I don't know who was more turned on, David or me, but I kissed David's full, 
wonderful lips and felt them moving under my lips just as they did when he was 
helpless with wine, as they pronounced a gentle, loving phrase. His back 
arched and he moaned, and amid the shifting rustle of bedsheets I slid down 
his lovely male body and kissed his warm, powerful hardon and balls as his 
long legs raised themselves over my shoulders and caressed my ears with their 
sweet, wonderful inner thighs, while a second and third pair heavily and 
gently took their places wrapped around my back and my butt respectively. 
I wanted to swoon and I felt my face red and hot with arousal against the warm 
sweetness of his silken, muscular, male-smelling thighs. I had no choice but 
to plunge my lips over his magnificent hardon as the lovely human male spider 
wrapped his strong, beautiful six legs around me. I sucked and feasted on him 
and his powerful jets of hot, molten come as the bed groaned with the weight 
of the extra legs, shifting gently around me, finding comfortable resting 
positions. I was nearly insane with so much of David's beauty surrounding me 
and holding my powerful body helpless in his loving grasp.
Awakening from a deep and wonderful sleep, I was immediately aroused with the 
weight and warmth of David's handsome legs as they held me in his slumber. As 
I moved to get a better look at them, he awoke, and his beautiful penis 
swelled again. To my arousal and delight, beautiful penises swelled between 
the second and third pairs of legs as well. By the time I had sucked my way 
through the second exploding hardon to the third, I came again, feeling drunk 
with the powerful taste of his come. The coming of the last hard turned him on 
so much that the front and middle hardons had become huge again, and I had to 
suck them down again, as well as the third again. Then David shifted on his 
magnificent team of legs and sucked me off again, and I came like I never came 
before.
As the days passed I loved seeing him, his tall legs stately and elegant and 
so sexy as they walked in a gentle, arousing parade of shapely muscle and 
beautiful, beautiful feet. We laughed as he tried on his white terrycloth 
robe, the sleeves bulging with the burden of two long, graceful arms inside 
each one, and he looked something like a sexy centaur or centipede as the robe 
draped down his spine and out over the handsome extra hinds. I wished I had 
six legs too, to plunge my three hardons into his three handsome asses. I 
mentioned that to him, and we laughed again as his three hardons roused to the 
thought of it. "It's so confusing to walk like this!" he laughed, as his legs 
twitched uncomfortably with the burden of the three intrusive hardons bumping 
and knocking about among all the legs.
I took off the terrycloth robe and kissed his four hands, and before I knew it 
I was sucking his nipples as the handsome arms were around me again, and then 
we were in bed again, with his garden of hardons begging to come. I plunged my 
ass over his hindmost hardon and sucked his frontmost, pounding his middle 
hardon and my hardon with my hands. He screamed with pleasure, the powerful 
male legs spasming against me as his magnificent body bucked like a stallion. 
He screamed as I screamed, multiple geysers of come erupting at once in my 
mouth, ass and hands. I could not stop coming, and neither could he, and 
finally I was able to catch my breath as we stopped pulsing. It was pleasant 
as we both lay there, exhausted, and I dutifully licked up as much come as I 
could from my hands and dick and his middle dick.It tasted so goood!
Sometimes he does other shape shifting for me, but I like him like this 
because it turns him on to do it for me. I came home once to find him drunk 
for me, and as an extra surprise he had spread himself out on the couch, with 
six pairs of legs clumsily sprawled in their long-muscled beauty along the 
cushions of the lengthy sofa. He was swaying gently, confused by the task of 
paring his nails, and I noticed the glorious array of eight handsome arms as 
he tried to manipulate an emery board among so many handsome, inept hands. I 
dont think I ever stopped coming that night, and I'm certain he didn't. I had 
to finally stop sucking him down out of sheer delighted exhaustion and 
fullness, with yet more of his huge hardons remaining aching and unsucked, and 
we both laughed about it as we fell asleep, his wonderful limbs cocooning me 
in their male gentleness.
I awoke in the middle of the night, thirsty from all the come. As I returned 
from the kitchen, he looked at me and smiled gently, still tipsy. "Would you 
like me all legs?" he asked sweetly? Again, I dont remember saying anything 
but Wow. 
It wasn't then, but another time that he did that for me. I wasnt prepared for 
the effect it had on me, but I'll never forget it. He did it for me once while 
I slept. It must have been my birthday or something special like that, because 
he went all out. I awoke in my accustomed favorite place, snuggled among all 
his beautiful legs. I guess the motion had awakened me, but I wasnt sure what 
it was, and kept half-awakening and falling to sleep again. By the time I was 
fully awake, I realized that his beautiful legs were longer and larger than 
before. The handsome feet were huge and pendulous. And that's all there were - 
legs, feet, and, of course, penises, all huge and arousing. He was all legs, a 
beautiful wheel of large, beautiful legs. 
At first it sort of freaked me out, while turning me on at the same time, and 
he must have sensed it, because several of the beautiful legs and feet gently 
held me and caressed me reassuringly. 
I got up with difficulty because the plenitude of beautiful David-legs totally 
turned me on. I grabbed a coupl e of the feet and said,"Stand up, David, let's 
have a look at you." I pulled against the feet and the rest of them struggled 
to coordinate. 
Sure enough, the legs were taller - about six feet tall. He had arranged his 
legs in a wheel shape, kind of like the cover of the Dancing Wu Li Masters 
book, only with more legs and sexier. As I helped him to his, ahem, feet, I 
was astonished by his size and weight. About eight of the feet were on the 
floor at any time, the rest lazily riding each other up and over the top of 
the wheel, the topmost feet brushing the high ceiling of our bedroom, and the 
remainder of the leg pairs piled against each other down to those on the 
floor.
David could walk the legs or roll like a wheel, an erotic ferris wheel of 
huge, beautiful feet coming down to kiss the floor as their counterparts 
lifted off to sail over the top of the leg-wheel.
It was pretty odd but still beautiful, and as he stopped wheeling over to me, 
he grabbed me gently like a sexy sea anemone with a a half dozen handsome 
legs. I loved the feet as they held me, as all the others splayed in mid air 
or muscularly grabbed the floor. 
I let the legs hug me close, and soon I was aware of the brooding warmth of 
the penises as they swelled. "Come on, David," I said, incredibly hard now, 
and I led the beautiful leg-guy over to the bed and let the legs gently lower 
onto it. "I'm going to make you come, dude," I said. The huge, beautiful legs 
held me gently, their manly odor so sweet and strong. It was going to be a 
long night's work.