Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 01:42:30 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Kin <loveboyfeet@ymail.com>
Subject: Sweaty Boy Fun ? Part 1 (M/M/b)

The following story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real persons
or events is strictly coincidental. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts between males of varying ages, including
minors. If such material offends you or is illegal in the location from
which you are reading it, please seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere.

The author of this story in no way condones the physical, mental, or sexual
abuse of anyone, particularly minors.

I made this up. It is complete fantasy. It never happened and never will,
but boy I had some fun writing it -- use your imagination and it will make
me happy if I knew you had your cock out and were masturbating while
reading it.

If you don't have a sock and foot fetish, then this story may not interest
you. Then again, there is lots of horny sex in it -- so give it a try! I
would love to hear from readers -- part 2 might be easier if I have some
idea of what you like. So feel free to email me with comments. I will
ignore flamers. loveboyfeet@ymail.com

This story is dedicated to A -- an old friend who, despite me going away
sometimes, always remains a friend.

It was a warm summer evening, you know one of those where the warmth just
makes you happy, even if times are hard. I decided to take a walk and try
and enjoy the sights. Well I say sights, and I wanted to see some boys, my
favourites being between 5 and 12 or so. I knew the park was a possible as
it was too late to enjoy them at the swimming pool. I walked happily, just
in a pair of shorts, flip-flops and a tee. It would be light for a couple
of hours and I needed to see boys, the net was fine, but I liked them for
real now and again.

There were a few teens on the park, they were cute but not of any real
interest to me. I walked around and found my way to the play equipment. It
was quiet, a few girls (yuk) and their parents. I was starting to loose
hope but then my mood lifted, I could see in the distance a guy, around my
age and a young boy. I felt my cock twitch in my underwear and made my way
towards where the guy was sat on a bench and the boy was on a swing. I got
nearer and saw nobody else was around. Luckily, the bench was slightly away
from the play area, so it would not look like I was the pervert, which of
course, I was.

You see I love boy feet. I especially like their socked feet. The sweaty
little soles and toes, showing through white socks, well any socks and the
shape of their feet. This really turned me on. I loved it when the soles
were dirty a little, showing the shape of the toes, ball of the foot and
heel imprints. I don't know where I got this fetish, but I fucking loved
it. Of course, a hot boy can stir any boy-loving man's cock, but a sock
footed boy always turned me on even quicker.

I saw the guy was around my age, well he looked around 40 anyway, but he,
of course, was not my main source of interest. As I got nearer, I saw the
boy, he was around 8 or 9 years old, blond hair, short but slightly wavy,
slim and so cute. He wore red cotton shorts, they were shorter than boys
tend to wear them and a little tight I noticed and he had a white vest
(singlet) on. His feet were clothed in short white cotton socks and blue
Nike sneakers. My cock moved a little further towards the sky, I had found
a sexy boy, I was glad I had not given up.

I stood back watching him go from the swing to the climbing frame, some
good views of his hot little butt followed, the material stretching across
his globes so perfectly. I knew I had to sit down as my cock was doing what
comes natural and would soon be obvious to anyone near by as it began to
stretch my underwear to the limit. I approached the guy, whom I had guessed
was with the boy as he kept talking to him occasionally.

I asked if anyone was sat on the bench where there was space. I knew of
course, having checked this was not the case, but it made my story more
believable. He told me the space was free and I sat beside him on the
bench. He smiled and then started to talk to me as we both watched the hot
boy on the play area. We talked about the weather and so on, then I
established that the boy was his son and was in fact 9 years old and called
Nathan. The Father was John and a landscaper by trade. How I longed to say
how sexy his son was and how much I wanted to fuck his tight hole,
especially while his dad watched, but of course I didn't. Then things took
a strange turn, nice but strange.

"He looks hot in those shorts don't you reckon" said John.

I did not know what to do so played it cool.

"They are a good fit, I have to admit" I replied, still not sure of his
intentions.

"He hates it, but I always make him wear a nice tight pair when we go out,
something to turn the guys on like you are turned on now" said John.

John suddenly pulled back my tee and my hard cock was obvious under my
shorts and I knew it was all or nothing. He smiled and told me to relax; he
knew we were the same and called Nathan over. The boy came running over, he
looked even hotter close up and was obviously sweating a little from his
play on the equipment.

There was no one else around, I had looked and it was obvious John had too,
he pulled the boy gently towards him and told him he wanted a kiss. Their
lips met and I saw tongues, exchanged, I felt my cock was about to explode
and the kiss lasted a minute or so, the father sat on the bench and the son
beside him, leaning over to accept his Fathers passionate kiss. The kiss
ended, John looked towards me and smiled, Nathan licking his own lips as he
stood beside his Father.

"Nathan, say hello properly to our friend Mike" said John.

Nathan approached me, and I could feel his sexy body in the air as he
walked the pace or so towards me. He leaned towards me our lips joined. I
could feel his soft cheek against me, slightly damp but warm, his boy smell
excited so much. I open my moth to receive his tongue and tasted his sweat
breath and spit as his opened too, our tongues meeting together. It was
heaven, but I didn't want it to stop, after a minute, our mouths parted, my
hard cock reaching the full seven inches and trying to grow further. I
looked at the boy and he smiled, I was still slightly shocked, but it felt
so wonderful and even hornier doing it in front of his Dad.


John suggested that we might go to his apartment to eat. Food sounded good,
but desert felt a real possibility now and I knew what I wanted to eat and
it was not chocolate pudding! We walked, Nathan between us with a hand in
his Father's. Nathan looked up at me, I let my hand free and Nathan held
mine also. His soft hand felt good in mine, I smiled, and hoping that this
evening would not end, we made our way to their apartment, just a few
streets from the park.

We arrived a few minutes later and the apartment was clean and well
furnished. I slipped off my flip-flops and John his. Nathan sat on a chair
near to the door and was going to remove his sneakers. I did not want to
miss an opportunity to enjoy my fetish. I asked if I could help and Nathan
nodded. He looked at me and I knelt in front of him as his legs dangled
over the edge of the chair towards the floor. John told us he was making
some supper and this left the two of us, I looked up and Nathan leaned
towards me, I could not resist and our lips met again in a long tongue
kiss.

After the kiss I took his right sneaker in my hand and holding it near to
my face I unlaced it slowly. I eased the sneaker from his white-socked foot
and his boy smell started to flow. It was not too strong, but smelt
perfectly of boy sweat. I removed the sneaker enjoying the moment and his
socked foot came into view. The sole was beautiful and I could see the dark
imprints of every toe and the ball of his foot and heel. I was s excited as
I put the sole to my face, the toes curling around my nose and breathed in
his beautiful smell. I repeated the action with the left foot and took both
soles to my nose, sniffing and occasionally licking the sole from toes to
heel. Nathan giggled, but was obviously enjoying the attention. I kissed
each sole passionately and then John called us in for the food he had
prepared.

"Shall I leave my socks on Uncle Mike"? Nathan asked.

I nodded and walked into the dining room where John had laid out some food
for us at the table. A few moments later Nathan came in, he was
nude. Although he still had his white socks on. His slim but perfect body
was as beautiful as I had imagined. His two and a half inch uncut cock was
hanging perfectly on is hairless ball sack, swinging gently as he made his
way into the room.

" I always have the little slut nude at home, he is always available then"
said John,

Nathan giggled and sat on a chair beside me, moving to the kneeling
position. I could see his socked soles, his socked toes curling
occasionally, the whole picture was perfect.  His butt was so smooth and he
leaned over to get more food, giving almost a view of the boy pussy hiding
between his cheeks.

We ate, saying little. Nathan occasionally being fondled by John and
enjoying the attention. John told me help myself, so as he fondled Nathan's
cock and balls I felt his smooth butt cheeks and allowed a finger to slip
between them giving me access to the outside of his rose bud. Nathan
continued to eat as we both played with his body, enjoying the feel of hot
boy skin.

When we had finished eating John cleared away the plates from the table and
I took another French kiss from Nathan, I did not care that he had just
eaten, he tasted just as good!

"I think you know what Uncle Mike wants for desert Nathan" said John.

Nathan smiled and climbed from his chair to the table. On his knees, He
positioned his butt level with my face, his hot-socked soles over the edge
of the table. I could smell his sweet hole, but decided to enjoy another
sniff of those socks before I ate desert. I leant down and sniffed and
kissed each socked foot in turn, John did not look surprised, he was
enjoying it.

"I prefer them bare, but I love watching you worship those feet Mike, don't
forget to eat some pussy, I can assure you that it tastes delicious".

I moved from Nathan's feet to his butt. He was perfectly positioned as I
sat at the table. His butt cheeks were aligned to my face. I sat for a
moment, admiring the sight and saw John looking, obviously enjoying the
sight of another man using his boy for sexual pleasure.

I could wait no longer and leaned forwarded. I licked gently between the
cheeks, not parting them yet, just enjoying the crease between them. I then
kissed each cheek telling Nathan what a hot butt he had. I moved the little
slut's feet further apart to get my prize and fir the first time saw his
sexy little boy hole. I parted the cheeks gently while my tongue ran up and
down between them, this allowed me access slowly but surely as I licked. I
got closer to the hole I wanted so badly. Finally my tongue reached it and
I licked around the edge before working my tongue inside. I tasted so hot,
some sweat, but pure boy-hole taste. My tongue probed deeper and deeper, my
hand pulling the cheeks apart to give me access. The hole was now open
enough and his legs far enough apart for me to release my hands from his
butt cheeks and instead fondle his socked soles as my tongue continued to
enjoy his hot young boy-cunt.

Finally I removed my tongue from his hole and complimented John on having a
boy with such a tasty boy pussy. He thanked me and said it was his turn.  I
swapped places and watched a Father make love with his tongue on his own
boy's hole of delight. After a while, John undressed and I did the
same. His cock was around an inch smaller, but I hoped to see it and mine
enter this boy before the evening was done.

Jon fetched a tube of lube and handed it to me. I spread some on my
forefinger and his hole and although I have large hands, I wanted to enter
him with my finger in one movement. I ran the tip of my forefinger over the
outside and then positioned it at the entrance to his hole. I eased it in
with one stroke to my knuckle. Nathan remained still apart from his socked
toes curling as I penetrated him. I moved my finger in and out, I loved
this finger-fuck, he felt so warm and tight, but I wanted to use another. I
did not have to as it turns out. John moved beside me and slipped his own
finger beside mine and we entered together. I don't think Nathan expected
this, but that made it all the more fun and we jointly finger-fucked his
warm opening together, both smiling and enjoying the sensation.

Still with his finger beside mine inside Nathan, John put his other arm
around the boy and carried him to the sofa. We pulled out, his hole opened
and ready for something larger. I stood back and admired the beauty of his
hole and wanted so much to be inside with my cock.

"He is one sexy little fucker" I said to John. He seemed genuinely
flattered and thanked me.

John tuned Nathan on his back and pushed his legs up. He knelt in front and
positioned his cock and the entrance to the pleasure hole. He pushed
forward, easing his cock head inside the well-fingered pussy and waited a
moment.. Then with one stroke, he slowly moved his cock further and further
inside.. I watched as he built up speed and got a good rhythm going. He
fucked solidly, putting all 6 inches of manhood inside the boy's tight
hole, I could see the pleasure on his face as he pushed deeper and deeper,
although Nathan just looked at him and then closed his eyes.

I positioned my cock next to the boy's face and wiped it on his lips,
dribbling pre-cum on them and then easing them apart. He took my cock into
his mouth and slowly sucked as his Dad continued to pound his ass. He
sucked well and I eased more and more of my cock into his hot sweet mouth,
pulling out occasionally to lean over and his mouth passionately, getting a
taste of my own pre-cum as I did so.

"Take it you dirty fucking slut" cried out John as he fucked his boy hard.

 I could not resist taking a sniff and lick of the boys socked soles and
his legs were in the air and took his socked toes into my mouth, biting
gently as the sensations from his sucking of my cock worked their way
towards my brain.

Eventually John shouted that he was going to cum and he released his cock
from the boy's tight hole. He pulled the boy's face towards his cock and
shot his thick warm load on the lad's face, covering it in semen. There
must have been five good threads of thick spunk on his face and some in his
hair. It looked so hot as he wiped his cock on the boy's lips, pushing them
apart to clean the cock that made him. Eventually John stood back and
admired his work. Nathan looked so hot, his legs apart and raised, his face
covered in cum. I ran my finger over the lad's face and pushed the spunk
into his mouth, he reluctantly accepted and I cleaned him in this way.

"You want to try the dirty slut"? John asked.

Try? You bet I fucking did and moved around to get into position.

"Hold on, Mike, I need to pee" said John.

I had expected to watch him go to the bathroom, but no. John positioned
himself in front of Nathan and sat him up. He stood and the boys face was
level with his cock as he sat on the sofa. I watched as Nathan opened his
mouth to receive his Father's cock. It took a few seconds and then I got up
close and could hear John start to piss into the boy's open mouth. He
stopped every few seconds to allow the lad to swallow and even pulled out a
little way so that I could see the stream entering. When he had finished
peeing the lad licked the cut cock of his Father clean and leaned back,
very tired on the sofa.

I was really ready to fuck the lad now, I had waited long enough....the
door bell sounded...damn!

"It's OK" said John, its just my other two sons back from their Grandpa.

To be continued.

What should happen next? What ages should the other two be? Help me
here...email with comments and ideas.

P.

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