Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 18:29:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: centaurquad <centaurquad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrapped Up, by Josh Dugan

I couldn't believe the mess my roommate Michael was making of our
place. Even though we had just finished showering and hadn't dressed, I had
to complain to my handsome Michael.

"Michael, would you pick up these magazines? They're all over the place!"

"What, I thought you liked them," he said. "I leave them around for you."

He had me there. I did like them. I don't know where he got them, but they
were really hot. Michael had a thing for legs, and the magazines were all
about them, legs and cocks. Extra legs and cocks.

The biggest one was Four Legged Guy magazine. It was definitely among the
classiest of the multilimb/multicock magazines, and the chief competitor to
American Boytaur, but with a more international flair. I picked up a copy
of it, already feeling aroused and amazed by the photos. For some reason,
four legged men always had four cocks, and some of them had four arms as
well. The magazine didn't explain it, but it sure showed it.

Wow. These guys were beautiful. They would have been beautiful as regular
guys, but with four legs and a second pair of cocks they were
incredible. The editors chose as models beautiful four legged guys from all
around the world, preferring young, innocent looking types that were tall
and boy-next-door like and, of course, incredibly leggy. I liked the
magazine's style because unlike some of the other multiple cock and
multilimb magazines, the guys were in natural-looking boytaur poses,
instead of spidery positions.

This month's cover guy was a sweet multilimbed, lightly bearded blond guy
relaxing naked, his four wonderful long legs lazily resting against each
other. He had wonderful eyes and a guy next door type of smile. The photo
story inside showed him with his handsome four-legged body sitting on an
antique stairway bannister, his four glorious legs arrayed elegantly, his
four beautiful male feet finding resting spots among the wooden
railings. The photographer managed to catch his young face looking at once
masculine and boyish, with just a touch to make the picture more
erotic. For example, while the four-legged guy appeared innocently unaware
of his four long, lightly hairy legs on the bannister as he leaned back on
the stairs, relaxed and resting on his four elbows, one of his hands just
happened to allow a finger to prod one of his hugely aroused pairs of
cocks.

There were lots of other four-legged, multilimbed models doing all kinds of
theme photo stories. One was of an extremely cute, smooth-faced,
full-lipped young guy barefoot but dressed in a milkman's white uniform,
provocatively styled to leave his four monster cocks exposed, delivering
milk bottles to an amorous customer. He was standing at the customer's
door. One of his hind bare feet dangled in the air as its leg did a little
kick, his face giving the camera a "whatever" look as his kneeling customer
refused to accept the milk bottles, preferring instead to suckle his four
enormous cocks.

And there was another photo essay with a mythological fantasia-type theme,
right down to the little columned temples in the misty distance, showing
several lusty young multicocked boytaurs in several stages of winemaking
for a wedding, their handsome foursomes of feet purple from stomping
grapes. Their centaur costumes were very cleverly done, with sleek fur over
their four human legs and hindquarters, ending right at waist level, at the
naval where their multicocked torsos started. Towards the end of the photo
sequence the muscular young boytaurs were obviously a little tipsy from
sampling their wine, one of them licking his lips while sampling the wine
along with sampling the leaping jets of come from the four massive cocks of
his gratefully orgasmic drunken boytaur partner.

And the happy ending photo showed the two groom boytaurs, not costumed but
gloriously four-legged, tanned, naked and handsome as they kissed. In the
final sequence, the one was sweeping the other's four legs up onto his
back, so he could ride him side-saddle down the aisle as all the other
centaurs and boytaurs cheered, threw flowers, and began kissing and
mounting each other.

"I want their jobs," Michael laughed, pointing at all the boytaur models
posed in the photo essays.

"You startled me, Michael!" I said. "I didn't see you there behind me all
this time."

"You get as wrapped up in this stuff as I do," he laughed, his boner
swaying.

"I'd like to be wrapped up in those, for sure," I admitted, really aroused
by all the beautiful cocks and legs.

"Well, don't be shy then," Michael said. "I'll call the magazine and get
you introduced to some of the models; I've been dying to do it myself. I
don't even care if we have to grow four legs."

"Me neither," I laughed. We both laughed, but caught ourselves, suddenly
aroused. We were both four-legged!

"See what happens when you read this stuff?" Michael laughed, raising his
muscular hind leg to show me his monster hind cocks, and jerking off one of
his front cocks.

"Yeah, and I like it!" I said, as we found our four legs walking us toward
each other, feeling so good and wanting to come so bad!