Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 08:02:32 -0800 (PST)
From: martin boyar <martin_boyar@yahoo.com> 
Subject: Leg Wheel, Part 2, by Josh Dugan

Leg Wheel, Part 2
by Josh Dugan

We had some good workouts on the lawns outside. While Dave rolled
forward, I'd climb him like an endless tree, my bare feet stepping on his
thighs, my hands pulling on his knees. As my agility improved, he could
roll faster while I climbed and climbed him.

Trouble was, turned both of us on, and it would be hard to climb him and
pay attention to which knees to grab and which thighs to step on when I
was getting so hard.

Of course, he got hard all over, only his hardons were so big that they'd
bump down my face, chest and stomach, my hardon and my legs, streaking me
with pre-cum, as I distractedly tried to keep climbing his legs while he
rolled. It's hard to explain how awesomely, overpoweringly handsome all
these legs and feet were, and he had beautiful, enormous hardons, all
hard for me. It was more than I could handle to be climbing this rolling
wheel of male legs while I was getting so turned on, while he was getting
so turned on.

He could tell I was losing my rhythm climbing him, and anticipating that
I might slip and fall, he let several pairs of his legs and feet grab me
and pull me in, pressing me against all his gigantic hot boners. Because
he was still rolling, it was quite a sensation because I went rolling
down under him and up upside down and over the top of him and down again
and under and up and over the top a few times while his dozens of legs
slowed his rolling to a stop, holding me to him at the bottom of his
wheel of legs, as I lay there on a bed of his muscular thighs, calves and
beautiful feet gently holding me to him, sandwiching me between them and
his enormous penises.

I should have been dizzy, but I was so turned on by the warm muscular
grasp of so many of his beautifully masculine legs and feet that I could
only come, which he felt, making all of his penises, all of them, come as
well, with great gouts of hot, gluey, fragrant ejaculate. I was squeezed
between the beautiful legs and feet holding me and the ejaculating
penises I was being held against.

I felt I was coming more than usual, a lot more, and I realized I had
been feeling him inside me, rump-feeding me with one of his huge penises.
Actually, I realized, with two of his huge penises.

Although I was so surrounded by his legs, feet and penises that I
couldn't see it, I could feel that I had become four-legged, and I could
tell for sure because I could feel I had a couple of his penises in me,
one rump-feeding me between my original legs, and, sure enough, a second
one rump-feeding me through what I could feel was a new second ass and a
new pair of hind legs. No wonder I was coming so much! I was coming
through two huge penises of my own! One was pulsing great hot jets of
come from between my front legs, and I could feel sure as shootin' that I
had another big penis between my hind legs, pulsing away as well. The
pleasure was blinding, and I would have fallen in a swoon if it weren't
for the warm muscular clasp of dozens of Dave's beautiful legs and feet
against me.

I grabbed a foot of his that was near my face and kissed it, burying my
lips in its arch, feeling several more of his big, beautiful feet press
against my shoulders, neck, hair and face. I guess I was thanking him,
amazed that his come had transformed me, too; by the press of his legs
and feet against me and the gentle warmth with which they clasped me to
his giant, come-spent penises, I could tell he was thanking me, too.

To celebrate, that night I got him drunk by sticking the necks of several
bottles of wine in his asses, and I drank a bottle myself. It was a riot,
from what I remember. He couldn't form a wheel with his legs to save his
life; he was just this big mess of giant lazy athlete's legs and
beautiful, stupidly clumsy gorgeous feet, and they kept mussing my hair
and playing with my legs and hardons, and his big stupid penises just
shot come everywhere as I fucked him with both my penises; he was too
stupid to even walk or roll even though he had this muscular tangle of
awesome guy legs; they couln't get out of their own way now, and you
could tell how stupid and clumsy they were as more and more of his big
gentle drunk feet got lost among themselves trying to touch me.

He kept trying to move me into position to be rump-fed by more of his
giant penises, but his legs and feet were so clumsy that I just
positioned myself for him, loving him in both of my hind ends, and I
could tell he was about to come by the way his legs and feet smoothed
themselves against me and then clenched against me when his penises shot
their immense loads into me, so hot and aching.

We didn't even make it to the bed since his legs and feet were so clumsy
and stupid, so we just made lazy clumsy drunken love, and I got him to
have foot sex several dozen times over with himself, which turned me on
just watching it, since he was all feet and penises anyway, but I kept
having to come, too, because I couldn't get away from his legs and feet
(I didn't want to), 'cause they kept pulling me back to him and burying
me alive in their wonderful warm drunken sweetness, as I kissed dozens of
his big stupidly relaxed beautiful feet, licking his come from them.

I helped him load dozens of his penises into his own asses, and the whole
collection of his sweating, uncoordinated pairs of legs writhed and
squeezed, squeezing me along with them, as he shot himself full of his
come dozens upon dozens of times. He finally passed out, his penises
still plunged into his asses, two of them in mine, as I fell asleep too,
feeling the weight of his many beautiful legs and feet around me as they
slipped into unconsciousness, a couple of them giving me a goodnight
squeeze before they went heavy and relaxed on me as I fell aleep among
them.