Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 18:30:48 EST
From: JimJBF53@aol.com
Subject: A Run On The Beach, by Josh Dugan

Run on the Beach, by Josh Dugan

There were lots of young guys running on the beach that day, good-looking and
to die for.

But I was instantly hard at the sight of the handsome bare-chested
four-legged young kid who came running alongside me as I did my daily beach
run. Kid, no; he was a man, a full-on bodybuilder with a boyish grin.

"Wow," I said, breathless, taken by surprise with the barefoot
muscular gait of his four tanned legs. His broad, double shoulders shrugged
modestly, the four arms bulging with muscle, and he smiled as if to say,
"it's nothing."

"Runs in the family," he said. "I still have to 'use'em or lose'em.'"
I found new energy in my run, and knew I was in love!

"You're fast," he smiled. "I've been trying to catch up to you for almost a
mile!" Sure enough, he was glistening with sweat, the four athletic feet
pounding muffled footfalls in the sand as his four arms worked in rhythm to
his wonderful team of legs.

"Thanks," I said, aware of a huge hardon beneath my sweats.

"Mike," he said holding out a hand from his front pair of arms. I took it,
loving its manly squeeze. I wanted to shake all four of his hands, and then
grab him and make love to him.

"Josh," I said.

"May I make love to you?" he said. "You're beautiful!"

I almost creamed as I ran. My logic swooned.

"Omigod, yes," I said. "I need to keep running a while, do you mind?"

"I know it's stupid to want sex right off, but I had a feeling in my legs and
arms that you would love me," Mike said, breathing hard as he worked his four
awesome legs. "It's probably love at first sight."

"I'll say," I said.

He was wearing four-legged shorts that flattered the immense muscles of his
four thighs. I envied his four legs, being in each other's company all day.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be falling out all over the place," he laughed, his
four hands struggling for his shorts as immense, aroused penises began
spilling out of the legs of his shorts, evidently too big for them in their
engorged state.

His four legs lost their stride; the four big feet caught on each other
clumsily. Down he went in the sand, laughing and trying to gather in the
giant, pent-up penises.

I was not in control.

"Here, I can help," I said, tickling his ripped waistline. He laughed, loving
it. The four legs caught me, and brought me to the huge cluster of male
organs. They were awesome!

I had no choice but to feast on his magnificent penises. Mike loved it.

"Oh ... oh ..." he cried. I rejoiced to the warmth and flavor of the massive
penis in my mouth, and my hands found two other of the big fellows to massage
and masturbate. The four legs were so hot and fragrant close around me - I
could feel the four handsome feet pressing gently against my own legs.

"I love it, don't stop," Mike cried, caressing my face and scalp with one
pair of hands while squeezing my shoulders with the other.

"Oh!" he screamed/moaned as the big guy in my mouth fired off, gushing pulse
after pulse of hot, savory jets of come. I swallowed and swallowed, sucking
come as it continued to pump from the bountiful, insanely beautiful penis.

He moaned and cried aloud again as the two penises in my hands swelled to
their final gigantitude and exploded with torrents of come, pulsing as I
continued to masturbate their huge shafts and heads, feeling in my palms the
force of the come pumping through their massive lengths. I kept swallowing
Mike's come and the four legs made love to me in their own gentle way,
caressing me with their long, beautifully male muscles.

"Let me in you," Mike said. My hands pulled my sweats off in an instant, and
I pulled the four-legged shorts off Mike.

His fourth giant, wonderfully aroused penis throbbed restlessly among its
three spent brothers. I planted my aching loins over the giant penis it as
Mike guided it into my loins, and I screamed with joy.
Mike bent his powerful neck and torso down and pulled my face to his with his
four strong, gentle hands, burying my lips in his, straining against me.

"Mmmm!" he said, holding me firmly, and by the squirming of his powerful
torso I knew he was trying to maneuver his four legs so I could rump-feed him
between between his front legs while he rump-fed me with the remaining penis
from his hind legs.

We were alive and sweating, our bodies urgently united as our minds reeled,
seared alive in our maleness.

"I love you Josh" Mike screamed, burning my loins with molten semen that
filled me and ran down our legs.

"I love you Mike! I love you!" I screamed, my body welded to his as I
exploded in blinding orgasm. I couldn't stop coming. I buried my lips in his,
kissing his tear-stained face as he kissed mine.

I was amazed that I had been crying.

It was sunset. I found myself waking up on the sand, wrapped in the warmth of
his muscles, feeling four gentle male hands upon me, on my shoulders, back
and leg, as Mike slept, his four legs wrapped around mine.

I kissed him awake, feeling the smile forming on his lips as my lips kissed
them. The love in his eyes made me hard again, and I knew I was his and he
was mine. His four hands found mine and pulled me up, lifting with his four
legs to help me stand on mine.

We were naked. I enjoyed his arms about me, and the feel of being
four-legged, liking the crush of sand beneath my four feet as we walked arm
in arm in arm in arm. I could feel the weight of several penises burdening
me, and I knew I would make love to Mike forever.

I noticed other pairs of guys here and there rousing themselves along the
beach in the sunset, strolling naked together, graceful as gazelles on their
four legs, wrapped in their plethora of lithe, muscular arms.
Mike noticed me noticng them and smiled.

"Brothers, cousins and friends," he smiled. "It runs in the family."