Wrapped Up In Magazine Fantasies

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.

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The biggest one was Four Legged Guy magazine. It was definitely among the classiest of the multi-limb and multi-cock 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 multi-limb magazines, the guys were in natural-looking boytaur poses, instead of spidery positions.

This month's cover guy was a sweet multi-limbed, 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, multi-limbed 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 multi-cocked boytaurs in several stages of wine making 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 multi-cocked 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!

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