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.