Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2004 17:26:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: martin boyar <martin_boyar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cut and Paste, by Josh Dugan

"Take your clothes off," I told John. He had offered to help me test out my
new webcam, which I had modified to work with the paint program in my
computer. "Unless you want your clothes cut up along with you."

He smiled and disrobed, the clothes willingly falling away from his
beautiful body. How I had longed to have more of his body, to add more to
his body. I was boned already. Now would be my chance. And what really
boned me was that he was boned about it, too.

"What do I do?" he asked, sitting naked on the bed, then leaning back on
his big arms, his boner huge and beautiful. John grew boners as
spontaneously as a puppy wags its tail. He was like a puppy, too, frisky
and interested and friendly and affectionate, except instead of being a
puppy he had this big, beautifully developed body of his, with its fluid
movement and awesome muscles.

"Well, let's try your boner," I said, adjusting the webcam so I had him on
the computer screen, in the modified paint program.  I outlined John's
enormous boner on the screen, using the mouse, and hit cut. It disappeared
from the image. It also disappeared from John.

"Fuck!" he shouted, his muscles tensing and his beautiful face distended
with astonishment. "Put it back!"

"Not to worry, bro. Watch."

I hit paste. The beautiful boner reappeared. I held the mouse button down
and moved it a little to the left, moving John's boner. John's real boner
moved along with it.

"Holy fuck," he said.

"Now here's the fun part," I smiled. I hit paste again. Bingo. The same
boner, once again. I moved it a little to the right, aligning it with
John's first boner, and released the mouse button. I looked at John. whose
beautiful face was now astonished and amazed.

"Holy Toledo," he said. He hardly dared touch them, but when he moved, they
moved too. Both penises were identical. "Is it real?" he said.

"You tell me," I said. I could hardly believe it myself, even though I'd
done it. The little John on the computer screen and the big John on the bed
were both feeling their double penises, their hugely aroused penises. The
John on the bed was the more interesting because of being lifesize and
real, and I could hear his breathing as he sat up a bit and brought his big
hands around to feel and compare the two aroused penises.

"It's awesome," he said. Both of his hardons were throbbing as he ran his
hands over both of them.

"Okay, look to your left, on the bed." I said. He looked, and I moved the
cursor to the spot he was looking at and hit paste again. The same boner,
orphaned on the bed. In real life, another copy of John's big boner was
right there on the bed, balls and everything, just like the first two.

"Oh, man," he said. Without asking this time, he picked it up by the shaft,
balls dangling and, almost involuntarily, he kissed its huge head, a tiny
string of pre-cum beading between the huge penis head and John's lips. He
closed his eyes, face beautifully flushed, and licked the tip of the
head. "It's perfect," he breathed. "Can I have more?"

"Sure," I said, excited and aroused that John was so into this. I hit paste
several more times, sending a bunch of John's big penises to the same spot
on the bed, where they piled up and rolled off each other, slowed, of
course, by their heavy balls. They were really awesome, some of them
further hardening from jostling among each other.

John picked the heavy penises up lovingly. He was looking flushed and
amazed, and breathing pretty heavy, his own two penises about to
blow. "Man, these are all me?" he said, hardly daring to believe it. He
held them to his face and inhaled their manly fragrance like a bouquet, a
beautifully meaty bouquet of his enormous aroused penises, their balls
dangling and jostling together. The handling of them obviously excited the
penises, which had become quite erect, and then one of them blew, spewing
hot cables of come all over his beautiful face and the other penises.

"Oh god, I felt that!" he said, sucking up the remaining pulses of come
from the huge penis, and licking and sucking the spilled come that had
glazed all the other penis heads in the bouquet. He used the huge bouquet
of penises to wipe the come off his face, licking it in turn from the huge,
heavy penises. However, the penises left glittering strands of precum from
his face to their penis heads, which he had to wipe off with his other
hand, licking the tiny precum strands from his wrist.

"Man, where am I going to keep all these?" he said.

"I think we can help," I said. I had been outlining his waist and legs with
the cursor, and I hit copy, and then I hit paste, paste, paste on the same
spot on the bed.  You could hear the bed squeak as it sagged under the
weight of the three new pairs of John's naked legs as the first pair
materialized seated on the bed next to John, the second pair on top of it
and the third pair on top of both of them, their feet dangling heavily
down, except for the feet of the first pair underneath them, which touched
the floor, next to John's feet. They were identical.

John moaned with arousal, spontaneously turning and putting his arm around
the three beautiful pairs of his legs on the bed next to him, squeezing and
kissing them, his own two penises ejaculating enormous wads of come in
flying pulse after pulse, beautiful twin jets of come from his two enormous
penises. This was too much for the huge bouquet of penises in his hand,
which blasted as well, in huge orgasms of white spurting come that got all
over everything as the giant cluster of penises spurted wad after wad of
enormous jets of come.

I'd forgotten than when I copied John's waist and legs that it would
include his two penises, but sure enough it did, so naturally the three new
pairs of legs on the bed started ejaculating through their own dual
monsterhoods of penises, raining all over John as he hugged and fondled his
own six beautiful legs, groaning loudly while still ejaculating from his
own legs' two penises and the penises in his hand.

It was quite a while before he could catch his breath. I had gotten towels
and was lovingly wiping up what had to be gallons of come from all the
penises and legs, even from the feet, and put towels on the floor to soak
up the pools of come there. John was still breathing hard, eyes closed with
his nice arms wrapped around his beautiful pile of legs. I carefully
toweled off his hair, face and shoulders and back as his breathing returned
to normal.

As I came back from getting more towels, John was sitting up again, one arm
resting on the legs beside him, its hand holding the partially aroused
bouquet of penises, his other hand taking one of the penises and trying to
decide where to place it.

"Do you want to just keep the penises and legs separate, or would you like
to have them all attached to you?" I asked.

"I like them separate, but it would be so hot to have them all on me," he
smiled.

"I think so too," I said. So I held down the control key while he decided
where to put a penis, and when he was ready, I let the control key go, and
the penis was his. He added a few more penises this way between his own two
legs, and then added more between his three pairs of legs on the bed. It
was quite a sight, all these beautiful penises clustered so intimately
together. Just seeing them made him aroused, which was almost funny seeing
all these penises getting huge again from him being turned on.

We did the same thing with the legs. Since they were positioned closely
anyway, I had John just sit on the top of them all, and with the alternate
and control keys I was able to get them all to connect. I had him stand up,
which was not only sexy to see him operating four pairs of legs, one behind
the other, for the first time, but it got him all aroused again, and me
too. A few adjustments on the screen helped me get them all perfectly
aligned, and you'd think he'd been born with them.

"Can you help me get all this stuff down to the washer?" I asked,
indicating the sodden towels and bed covers. "Here's some more arms to help
make it easier carrying it all."

"Cool," he said, shrugging his broadened, doubled shoulders. He looked hot
with four of his arms, as their muscles flexed while he pulled up the
blankets from the bed with his four hands. He flicked his hindmost ass in
my direction. "Want a ride?" he smiled.