The Magic Hottub, by Josh Dugan

It was an odd evening that found me tired from my workout, sore and out of
sorts. I limped homeward, feeling the strain of the too-heavy weight routine.
Every one of my well-developed muscles was calling out its name, the loudest
chorus coming from my back. Oh, the back. No pain, no gain. Ouch.

A swim might have helped. I love swimming at the gym. Not only for the
workout, but the incredible physiques, so beautiful as they kick by. The legs
particularly, the long-muscled handsome legs of my fellow swimmers and their
large, gentle feet as they wave by in the neighboring lanes of the lap pool.

So many nights I have spent lying awake, replaying the beautiful images of
legs, the handsome legs of handsome men. How I would love to grab them, pull
them to me and wrap them around me! In college, I was famous for my ability
to soothe the sore muscles of my fellow swim team members with my strong,
gentle hands. They loved my back massages, and I massaged tirelessly,
especially when the swimmer relaxed beneath my plying hands, boasted a long
and handsome pair of beautiful swimmer's legs.

In my vivid imagination I possessed the ability to play back in my mind the
wonderfully sexy qualities of my teammates' legs, and in my mind I would hold
again the sculptured beauty of muscle and length, grasping and working the
long thigh, the gentle swell of the calf, the beautiful narrowing of the
relaxed ankle and the sweet crescendo of the magnificently shaped male foot.

After one leg was done, there was another!

Just thinking about it made me hard. But now my back was sore, and I decided
that rather than a swim, a relaxing soak in a hot tub would do me best.

Oddly enough, the moment I came out of my reverie, I found myself at the
entrance to an attractive yet unfamiliar establishment, the Magic Hot Tub. It
was enough that the attendant at the desk was giving me a handsome
come-hither smile, and through the open portals I passed. The place had the
feel of a small, friendly operation, and in what seemed like the blink of an
eye, I was stumbling naked through a rather winding passageway from the
lockers to a large, opalescent hot tub, its steam rising in wisps like long,
gentle arms beckoning me.

I wasn't quite sure how I'd found the hot tub, which seemed quite private in
its setting of stone and exotic greenery, and the subdued lighting of the
chamber caught the velvety shimmer of the waves as the tub glowed its
welcome.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting, I heard the gentle padding of
feet on the warm stone, and in through another tunnel appeared one of the
handsomest men ever to inhabit a body, also naked and appearing someone
disoriented.

"Hi," I said, returning his smile, immediately noticing his muscular wide
shoulders, strong hips and long, gracefully muscular legs. "Looks like we
found the same tub," he said awkwardly, his large feet shifting uncertainly.
My expert eye immediately took them in, their size and handsome shape.

Suddenly I was developing a major hard-on in spite of myself in front of a
perfect stranger, so I quickly climbed into the hot tub, which instantly
started to rumble, producing a welcome torrent of shielding bubbles from its
many underwater jets. "No problem for me," I said, embarrassed, yet taken by
his stature and beauty. "Please, come on in. There's plenty of room for both
of us!"

"Thanks," he said, folding his handsome and muscular body down to a squat and
inserting one magnificent leg into the water as his arm muscles supported the
godlike torso, and then the second leg entered. They were long! I caught a
glimpse of the fine, muscular buns as they disappeared beneath the raging
roar of the bubbles.

I immediately blushed at what must have appeared to be my own obvious
appreciation of his beauty, but he laughed boyishly, his big body relaxing in
my admiration. Oh, was I hard, and so thankful for the shimmering curtain of
bubbles. I couldn't control my racing thoughts. Was that his leg extending so
close by me beneath the roaring steam? The tub was either smaller than I had
imagined or his legs were much longer! I thought I felt a gentle nudge on my
thigh, when suddenly from behind me the attendant spoke.

"Compliments of the house," he smiled, setting a large frosted ice bucket at
water's edge. How nice of them! I thought, as the attendant poured out two
round glasses of wine from a sparkling decanter, passing each of us a glass.

"Cheers," he said. 

"Cheers," I said, shyly, and my handsome friend and I touched glasses with a
gentle ring. 

"Cheers," he said, and there was the nudge again. His left foot was warm and
firm against my right thigh. It was unmistakable. His eyes met mine, with
clear honesty and a smile of welcome. We tossed back the wine, cold and
sweet, and poured each other another. The handsome attendant had vanished.

I guess it all happened naturally enough, as we relaxed and talked. We both
slid down so our necks rested on the comfortable rounded edge of the hot tub,
and our legs eventually touched and then rested together. I felt permanently
turned on, and the sweet quenching wine had overcome my shyness. "May I place
your legs in my lap for a nice relaxing massage," I offered, finally yielding
to my hunger to hold and feel those beautiful legs and feet.

He laughed gently, pulling them up and into my lap, gently nudging me with
them. I was brazenly hard now, as his handsome feet learned, their large,
gentle male tenderness making the acquaintance of my massive and unrelenting
hard-on. We both laughed, sweating with the steam and comfort of the endless
hot tub roar, and his huge, beautiful feet and long, handsome legs were mine.

My hands were in ecstasy. The weight and feel of the legs and feet in my lap
made me weak with arousal, and he possessed the ability to communicate his
gentle sexuality through them with sweet finesse. I worked the long leg
muscles, the wonderful calves, the firm, long shins, the beautifully
developed ankle tendons, the magnificent strong, gentle feet. I kissed the
feet, the soft firm soles, the generous instep, the sweet, relaxed toes, and
they gently caressed my lips in return. I would finish one leg and do the
next, only to start over again on the first.

Our laughter and conversation continued, and as I noticed a slight slur from
his sweet lips I laughed again, and he with me, the legs holding me and
hugging my gratefully relaxing muscles. He was so incredibly handsome, and
his sweet boyish generosity with the leg hugs left me breathless.

My mind was mad with his beauty, and his sweating relaxed torso leaned back
against the stone caught the shimmering reflections of the water as the light
danced on his handsome torso, arms and shoulders. I pictured him as a
handsome centaur, and my imagination played with images of his magnificent
arms pulling an arrow back in a crossbow, his back and shoulder muscles
glistening and taught. But no, a horse's body and hooves? What a waste of
legs, I thought, especially when his were so beautiful.

I shamelessly worked, massaged and fondled the legs with my strong hands, and
a mad thought occurred to me: why couldn't a centaur have four human legs?
Why deal with the horse aspect at all? I suddenly pictured how incredibly
sexy and erotic my beautiful friend would be if beneath his muscular hunk's
torso sprouted a matched set of four magnificent legs.

I could picture him galloping along the beach, the twin asses pumping as the
legs ran in tandem, his long handsome back flaring outward into a muscular
extra hind butt. He could sit cross legged, the crossed pairs stacked. He
could stretch the legs out and do a four-way leg cross, the four feet hanging
over the footstool in a handsome intertwined bouquet, the long calves and
thighs gently resting their lengths against one another.

And I would be there, bringing sweet wine as he laughed and untangled the
legs to wrap around me again as I pushed away the footstool and took its
place, massaging the wonderful legs as he wrapped them around me and caressed
and nudged me with their magnificent long muscles and the large, gentle feet.

Mmmmmmm, I fantasized, growing faint with arousal and feeling larger and
harder than ever. I wish he had four legs to massage, nuzzle and caress, I
thought. I wish, I wish.

Something odd happened in the way the hot tub roar sounded, and I felt a
shift of current, for only a moment, and a swirl of greater warmth that
quickly passed. I looked up out of my reverie, and my friend's sweet eyes met
mine again, knowingly. His sweet lips smiled and his beautiful face flushed
with arousal, as I his long, handsome feet pressed gently into my bulging
pectorals.

I felt his calves move as he arched the feet against my chest, and with a
gentle laugh, he raised himself up on his long arms and resettled himself in
the roaring waters, sweat pouring off his beautiful physique, and pulled up
from the roaring waters a second magnificent pair of legs as I held the
first, the hind legs nudging my sides gently.

I must have blacked out or nearly blacked out and as I felt myself keeling
over I was suddenly steadied by the loving strength of four beautiful legs,
the four handsome feet supporting my slumping musculature. "Wow," was all I
could say, and then we both said it together. We both burst out laughing, his
handsome shoulders shaking helplessly with laughter as I fell forward into
the grasp of what might have been the world's handsomest giant squid. The
legs warmly surrounded and enfolded me, and his rippling stomach muscles
bulged as he drew me toward him with his four long, gentle legs.

"Please, may I have you like this?" I asked, loving him and discovering a
giant, aroused hardon between the front pair as well as a second huge,
aroused male sex organ between the hind pair of legs. "I'm yours, legs and
all," he smiled. "And I'd gladly add another pair of leg or another four for
you."

I came, on the spot. I made him groan and scream with pleasure most of the
night, after finishing with one of his hardons and then making the next one
come. I never really could tell how we left the magic hot tub, probably
because of the wine. I remember helping carry several of the beautiful legs
as he tried to walk them all home, stumbling with wine.

We never tire of making love, and the beautiful legs enwrap me as we speak.
Forever will I love him.