Ian contorted his muscular boytaur's body to reach the ringing cellphone, rolling his muscular hind legs with Dan still in their grip and pulling Dan along in the process; Dan and Ian's hind legs were dragged across the back of Ian's equally muscular front legs and became further entangled among all four of them as they bent and thrust, while Ian strained to get at the phone, just beyond the reach of his muscular arms.
All four of Ian's legs bucked and shoved as Ian tried to reach the cellphone; Dan was caught in the handsome, flexing mass of Ian's four long-muscled thighs, four gracefully swollen calve muscles and Ian's athletic foursome of heavily sculpted, beautifully shaped male feet.
Although aching from having just come, Dan became aroused again by the weight and the wild male beauty of Ian's four rock-hard, bucking legs with their heat, their flush of color as they worked, and the gentle tang of their fragrant male sweat. It turned Dan on that Ian's hind legs were still working to hold onto him, even as Ian's hind legs tried to help Ian's front legs struggle to push Ian through the tangle of blankets to within reach of the still-ringing cellphone.
The four powerful legs ceased bucking all at once, resting their muscles against Dan's sweating, aroused body as Ian finally reached the phone and answered the call. Dan could hear Ian talking only in a muffled way, as powerful sweating thighs revealed their inner softness to Dan's face and cheeks, covering his ears with their hot bliss.
His eyes closed, Dan couldn't even decipher where Ian's four legs held him; he was only aware of being comfortably twisted, the flesh and muscle of his body pressed and squeezed among four of the most massive and beautiful male legs imaginable. The four giant sweating legs twitched slightly as Ian's distant voice, muffled through the heavy warmth of his long thigh muscles, articulated one indecipherable response after another.
Aroused and loving being lost among Ian's four legs, Dan let his arms find and hug as many of the four warm, fragrant, hugely muscled legs as he could reach, holding them to him as the four thighs shifted or twitched, the four powerful calves snuggled against him, the four beautiful muscular feet unconsciously gathered themselves against him.
And yet it was almost as if Ian's hind legs had developed their own jealous hold on Dan's body; let Ian smirk and strut all he wanted, Ian's boytaur body actually wanted Dan, and its hind legs had their own special place for him, between them; Ian's front legs wanted Dan as well; all four of Ian's powerful, beautiful legs held Dan blissfully captive as Ian himself spoke on the phone.
While Dan could sense that Ian was occasionally gesticulating with a hand or arm as he conversed on the cellphone, it was Ian's four warm, enveloping legs, their sweating muscles gently enwrapping Dan, that squeezed him, twitched or shifted, sometimes in rhythm with the muffled tones of Ian's voice, and sometimes completely on their own.
Dan must have drifted off to sleep in the warm embrace of Ian's four legs. He was at school, and four-legged Ians were everywhere, the muscles of their four legs proud and beautiful as they moved in graceful, athletic foursomes on equally beautiful foursomes of bare feet. Four-legged Ians strolled arm in arm along the corridors or lolled on the lawns; crowds of nude, virile four-legged Ians raised their voices in the bleachers by the track to cheer the naked, sweating four-legged Ians who laughed in triumph as their foursomes of bare feet flew gracefully across the finish line.
Other handsome male undergrads at the school had modelled themselves after Ian, newly four-legged and admiring each other, their beautiful nude bodies crowding the walkways and corridors with the beauty and number of their handsome foursomes of legs, unable to take their eyes off each other's beautiful young bare feet, four for each student. The four-legged Ians and the newly four-legged young males were naturally attracted to each other, and the spring weather seemed to encourage the gentle, informal four-legged mating and laughter that filled the warm afternoons and lasted into the long, exciting warm evenings.
Dan found himself laughing, caught in the embrace of a beautiful male student's four legs as the student worked his four beautiful legs to pass Dan to the next handsome guy's foursome of beautiful legs; the next guy's four legs were warm and sweaty, very virile and powerful, their beauty so like the beauty of Ian's four legs that Dan had to hug as many of them as he could reach.
"You're awesome," Dan heard himself say, realizing that he was talking in his sleep; he awoke to find himself fully aroused, and gently held in Ian's four real legs. Ian was off the phone, resting on one elbow as he lay on his side, one eyebrow slightly raised as he smiled at the waking Dan he held gently in his four powerful boytaur legs.
"Thanks, I think," Ian smirked, repositioning his hind legs slightly to more comfortably position them around Dan's half-asleep body.
"What was that confession you were going to make?"
"Oh," Dan said, running a hand along one of Ian's hind legs, and resting his head on the warm thigh of one of Ian's front legs; he smiled dreamily and nuzzled the thigh.
"I am ready to confess," Dan smiled. "But who was on the phone?"