Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 06:59:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Josh Dugan
Subject: David's Retreat

I was visiting David in his stone retreat high in the
mountains, where he had undertaken advanced disciplines of
mind-body spirituality. The ascetic life and simple diet
agreed with him; he had never looked more beautiful. He wore
a simple, rough robe, but he was radiant and in good health.
In addition to long walks and swims in the ice cold lake he
practiced yoga meditations, long-distance running and
calisthenics.

His simple room in at the top of a tower was devoid of
furnishings but very clean, with only a sleeping mat, some
candles and hundreds of books stacked around the edges of the
room. He had met me at the base of the mountain path and
welcomed me to come up to his tower, where he would meet me.
I was prepared for his welcome, because he had told me in
advance of his mastery of bilocation. He had visited me in my
dreams while I was preparing for the trip, and I always awoke
from those dreams feeling warm and happy. Because of his
beauty, I was also fully aroused when I awoke from those
dreams.

We had always felt a sweet communion as soulmates, and it
delighted him to converse with me. Because of my interest in
his obscure field of study, he delighted in finding answers
to my questions. When he welcomed me at the base of the
mountain, he had smiled and bowed, his slender hand resting
on one another, right palm down upon the upraised palm of his
left hand, and then he had opened both palms to me in gesture
of welcome. To symbolize the sincerity and depth of his
welcome, he extended the gesture to four hands, four palms
gently held outward to me in simple warmth, and I returned
his bow, inwardly excited at the beauty of his gesture.

He was gone when I arose, but I had gladly taken the walking
stick he had passed among his four hands and gave to me, and
gladly mounted the ascending trail. I knew that all the while
he was meditating in the simple room in his tower, and I was
pleased to be in his thoughts. I knew that he had become
lighter and less burdened as he mastered the heights of his
spiritual disciplines. He would search his own soul in
dialogues with himself, at first before the mirror and later
mirroring himself in local bilocation, knowing that the
hardest one to master is oneself, and the hardest eyes to see
into are one's own. Long into the night would he take on his
own gaze and converse with himself from the depths of his
soul, sitting face to face with himself in lotus position,
palms touching, searching himself for any remaining deceit or
dishonesty in a lifelong pursuit of unfettered
self-knowledge.

In my dreams I had learned from him as he pursued the essence
of being that he would totally immerse himself in the most
essential elements of the simplest acts of life. Fleet of
foot, he flew across the miles of mountainous terrain, his
soul filling his body, not fighting it. While few probed the
depths of his self realization as few could follow or achieve
it, in our friendship, he shared his treasured inner depths
with me, to my delight and to his. How I would love to know
that purity of purpose he sought and

treasured as life itself, and that solitary joy that it
brought him, and how I celebrated in myself his sharing with
me of his advanced exercises.

He had sensed my joy at his enthusiasm--for example, he would
redouble the essence of his soul-filled body, filling it
further--in the fourhanded gesture, or, as he advanced, in
four-footed mountain runs, as beautiful as a deer, yet naked
as a man, fleet on four beautiful male human legs, four
beautiful male human feet lightly kissing the cold mountain
earth as he ran his four beautiful feet as swiftly as
thought.

My musings had carried me to his tower room almost as
swiftly, where he met me with gentle joy, knowing my love for
him and my joy in his soul's exultations, expressing itself
in the joy of his body as pure as his soul. We embraced, he
in his simple rough monk's robe we smiled, and how we
delighted in our sharing and communion with one another, soul
mates and special loves in the clean, simple room high in the
spare austerity of the mountain retreat. A simple meal
followed, and a special toast with tiny glasses of sweet
wine, and long did we talk of each other as he shared the
simple beauty of his bare, sweet soul, and loving that of
mine.

I poured him more, which made him smile, and in time he was
asleep in my arms as I knelt there by the fire, yet I knew I
was in his dreams, for he bilocated to me, appeared before me
naked and beautiful, walking to me on four graceful legs, his
four feet beautiful upon the bare floor, and he knelt his
four legs to embrace me in a four-armed gentle hug, even as I
held his sleeping robed form in my own embrace. He asked me
to kiss his sleeping form and promised a gift of himself that
would always be mine, and which would always bring him to me;
the sweetness of this kiss I can never convey; I felt his
kiss upon the top of my head as I bent it down to kiss his
sleeping form's beautiful lips, and I loved his gift.

Within my embrace my sleeping David awoke and returned my
kiss; in my joy I kissed also my naked four-legged David with
his four arms about me, and he smiled at himself, exchanged a
knowing glance with himself; my robed David kissed my naked
David and opened his robe. The warm sweetness radiating as I
held him, he said, "My feet, always yours as my love;" four
of them nestled, large, smooth and as beautiful as his own
four feet, on his handsome chest, snuggled in the robe. He
turned to me and passed them to me, both Davids smiling at me
as I held the four beautiful male David-feet to my lips,
loving their warmth and beauty; and I was kissing David,
alone with me, loving the gift of his own body, holding the
four beautiful feet to me as he kissed me.

I dreamt as I slept, both Davids holding me, a fun dream in
which I was riding David's beautiful, naked four-legged body
along a beach, and loving the feeling of my arms around his
handsome torso, and absently feeling and enjoying the
beautiful, large wristfeet he had added because I wanted him
that way, they were so beautiful and pleasant to massage and
caress in my hands as I leaned on his shoulder and felt his
four beautiful legs beneath me, his four gorgeous bare feet
plying the soft contours of the hot sand they quietly walked
upon. We came upon a volleyball game played by tall
beautiful, tanned naked young men -and at once David knew my
thoughts.

"Please?" I said--and at once the beautiful guys were
four-legged and wristfooted, surprised and loving it! They
were laughing and smacking each others' hindquarters with
their beautiful wristfeet, and some did try to pick up the
volleyball; for a while the game continued remarkably well.
The lithe muscular four-legged bodies of the players adapted
to the game, and the graceful wristfeet expertly set up and
spiked the ball, and play continued until the players were so
distracted by their four legged beauty and the incredible
sexiness of their handsome wristfeet that they had to mate
with each other in the worst way, which they did for hours,
as did David and I, whom he had transformed as well! Oh, how
nice to ache for him like that, both of mine and both of his
aching, coming endlessly.

We awoke warmed and tanned, surrounded by the mating
wristfooted boytaurs, who still couldn't stop coming. "I
decided this would be real, not a dream," David smiled. He
kissed me and we both came, as the boytaurs groaned and made
love all around us.