Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 10:07:55 -0500
From: Alex F <lexicm5873@gmail.com>
Subject: Toots Boots and Shoots

Dedicated to Zachyboy, The Nifty Archivist, and any author whom at least
*attempted* to write decent boyfeet erolit in the past. It ain't easy!
There's a vote at the bottom of the story, check it out to help guide what
might happen next. Always happy to hear from readers. Enjoy!

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"Are you gonna do sexy stuff with my booty now? On the inside parts?"

Nine year old Brian squeaked out as he lay buck naked on my bed, fiddling
with his stiff little weapon, his eyes a steady gaze aimed at my crotch. My
little boy seemed to glow like a candle in the center of my bedsheets, tan
in all the right places, angular and young and hungry. I teased my fat 7
inch meat with a steady and slow long-stroke and licked my lips in
anticipation.

"Soon, sweetie. We need to get you all warm around the outside first. Flip
over." I gestured for the limber little monkey to turn on his tummy and lay
flat. His bare boy globes immediately tugged at my eyeline and I nearly
shot my load on the spot.

"Oh Brian that's the cutest butt in the world did you know that? Let me see
you." I clambered onto the bed with my heavy sack bouncing against my legs
- each testicle palpably aching with a week of pent-up little boy lust at
the promise of what I was about to do.

My adorable runt looks over his shoulder with a head propped up on his
skinny arms. "Whatcha mean? You're *lookin'* at my hiney dumbbutt." The
second grader sticks his tongue out at me and wiggles his bare bottom for
emphasis.

I stifle a groan and breathe out slowly. "No no honey, I mean your little
button. Spread your tush for me now okay Monkey? Let Daddy see your special
spot."

Brian's breath hitches when I refer to his hidden boy treasure and I watch
as he grinds his throbbing little tool into my bedsheets, mashing his scent
into the place where I sleep. "N'kay. Are you gonna gimme sparkles from my
poopychute again? I like dat part." Little Brian reaches back and paws at
his supple baby globes, little fingers exploring further and further in
until he finds his shallow boy cleft. My third grader begins to open up his
precious backdoor for my viewing pleasure.

And what a pleasure it was. Clean little fingernails and skinny boy digits
swiftly peel apart his glorious crack and reveal to me his most sensitive
place. Brian's nine year old boy button is a beauty. The size of a dime
with no discoloration - just pink and wrinkly and oh so alive. It twitches
with a single pulse followed by smaller spasms as the cool air caresses his
tacky little starfish. There is a sheen of saved-up boy moisture coating
the miniscule folds of his virgin flesh, a sign of a long day of play and a
musky promise of more nestled within.

The smell hits me hard and I can't help but beat my cock harder with a
precum-fueled *schlick schlick schlick* as I lean in and take in the sights
and smells of his special baby hole. Just for me. My nose lingers an inch
away from the boy's steaming little booty box and I inhale as hard as I can
- ensuring every single molecule of his precious hiney stink travels deep
into my brain and channels directly into my bloodstream. I can barely
speak.

"Oh honey, sweetie that's...that's so...so pretty. I...I love your little
bottom Bri-bri. K-keep it open for me, just like that baby. I'm gonna give
your pussy some nice tickles now. Would you like that?" I had to get in
there, treat that treasure like the gem it was.

The nine year old only responds with a needy little "Humph", an impatient
huff of air as if to suggest I should've been feasting on his sizzling
backdoor and treating him like a hot-to-trot princess years ago. I
regretfully release my cock and let it jut out angrily from my crotch. It
pulses and leaks a potent stream of sticky precum - aching to be encased in
my little lover's honeypot more than anything. The boy's miniature muscle
flexes deliciously when I begin to massage the lad's impossibly soft
boyfeet - each thumb planted firmly in the center of his arches and
massaging in small circles. My fingers wrap around each one of his puppies
and maneuver them down to fiddle with his babysoft boytoes, playing them
like two tiny five-key pianos.

I groan and lean in, planting delicate pecks on his obscenely spread-open
boyglobes. Brian whines and shimmies his little butt from side to side,
displaying his need by rolling his hips in hot, clumsy circles.  "Uhnnnn...
nooooo you gotta *do* it in my ....m-my...ya know! Do the good part! Ya
know!" I spy the kid's little winker flex in immature hunger as I tease his
erogenous bottom, holding back with all of my might and knowing that the
longer I make this last, the better it will be for both of us. I want to
blow my boy's mind, among other things.

I kiss and I kiss, leaving a wet dotted trail of saliva on every luscious
swell of his hot hinder. I even smooch the little fingertips happily
holding the source of my desire open for me. That means I'm close and the
little one can feel my breathe on his pulsing little fuckbutton. "Ohhh...
you're gonna d-do it soon huh? The good part? Make it squishy this time
okie? Make it squishy-hot."

I can't take it anymore. I plant my mouth directly onto his baby pucker and
just kiss the hell out of it. Smooching the tyke's soft pungent wrinkle and
wetting my lips in between every loving trace of contact. It may seem
chaste but this is all I need. Little pecks and lingering long smooches
that line my lips perfectly with his flowering gay boy anus. I can feel
every little spasm and twitch with the sensitive nerve-endings in my lips
and it's evident that Brian can feel my eager kisses with his own. His
puffy little ring seems to pucker and smooch me back as he presses out
involuntarily.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnnn-! That's....ohhhhhhhhhh.....g-goood.......You're kissin' my
pussy place uh huh...you're *doin'* it right on my pooter uh huh....
ohhhhhhgggH...." High-pitched wails and miniature squeals punctuate his
broken baby words, a boy so young with a voice that drips with hot and
horny gayby hiney needs.

"You like when I-" *smooch* "Give your little booty-" *smoooooch* "Nice
warm little kisses honey?" *smooooooooooooooch* I lovingly massage his
flanks, obsessing over every square inch of hairless young skin. It feels
like rose petals on my fingertips. Living, breathing boyflesh that is
aching for love.

The third grader grinds his crotch into my bed and his butt against my
face, squealing in reply. In the flurry, Brian suddenly lets out the
tiniest of toots against my lips. My lips vibrate with the innocent little
fart and I flinch involuntarily, pulling back in surprise. There is only a
hint of a foul odor, the rest is Brian's beautiful active boystink that he
doesn't yet have the understanding for why I'd ever want to smell - or
subtly taste - such a thing.

I hear an embarrassed squeal from above and Brian releases his bubbly
globes, pinching my nose in between for a moment. The tyke plants his head
in his arms, whimpering. "Ohhhhhhh nooooo sorry sorry sorryyyy I'm sorry
I'm sorry that was- oh I'm....sorry..." Muffled words spoken at a million
miles an hour. "I just got too excited and I think I ate too many cookies
and it just came out and I-"

I'm quick to scoot up next to him, my profusely seething cock scraping
along his yummy bare boy flank as I move to comfort him. My dick throbs had
at the contact. I immediately take his little body into my arms and sigh,
petting his soft hair and rubbing his ribby little back. "Oh sweetie
there's nothing to be sorry for. That was no big deal at all I promise." I
pause, considering my next words thoughtfully. "In fact, maybe it was
*extra* okay ya know? That's what hiney's do and Monkey..." I use his
special name and place my finger under his chin, forcing his cherubic
freckled face up to meet mine. "...I love you no matter what. You could
have the stinkiest, loudest lil' fartbutt in the whole world and I'd still
smooch it just the same."

The whimpering tyke just looks up at me and pouts. "Y-ya mean it? Y-you
even like my stinkfarts? Even if they're nasty-hot?" With a look of genuine
curiosity, Brian rests his head on my arm and begins to play with my chest
hair absentmindedly, waiting for an answer that would inevitably change the
course of his sexual life from then on. His expression softens with a quit
whimper and those soft chocolate brown eyes bore into my soul - and my
thumping mancock.

"That's right kiddo." I lean down to smooch his warm forehead. "I love
anything you do because you're cute-" Another kiss. "-and sexy"
Another. "-and sweet." Another. The tyke giggles on the last kiss, the
temporary humiliation broken by a little love. Works every time.

"N'kay." He acquiesces. "I won't be 'barrassed no more. But you aren't
'llowed to stop next time 'kay? You didn't give me my sparkles yet and my
peter is doin' dancies. See?" My little angel rolls onto his back and shows
off his miniature package - a scrunchy little beanbag with an endlessly
pulsing little spike perched above it, a mere 3 inches long, if that. I
drooled when I witnessed his tight foreskin *snap* over the purple-red
helmet of that delectable morsel all on its own.

"Oh my that *is* a problem isn't it? Tell you what pal. How's about I make
love to your little feetsies and I'll eat up all your stinky booty bombs
later?" I playfully tickle the sensitive tip of the lad's angry little
rocket and he shivers, nodding with a look of pure desire coursing over his
youthful features. He can't even manage a giggle at my terminology in this
state. My rowdy lil' monkey boy, reduce to a rapidly melting puddle of
sheer gay boy need.

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There's no need to jack myself off anymore. Brian's got that covered, not
like I'd ever go soft with this little rascal around anyway. There he is,
lazily fiddling with his never-soft baby penis and lounging as nude as he
likes - only sporting a cute little anklet he insists on wearing at all
hours of the day. Fine by me; it only accentuates the beauty of his nude
little feet - right now clumsily batting my 7 inch rod around like a
toy. Soft hot arches graze my shaft without a care. Miniature nine year old
toes cutely poke and prod at my engorged, swollen sack. The child gazes at
the TV as it flashes a flurry of nameless cartoon characters across the
screen.

Brian chomps into cracker and offers me the remainder. "Want one?" I'm
sitting on the end of the couch with this hot little angel's baby feet
slapping around in my lap. A heel digs into my thigh and the pain is
delicious. I can barely formulate a thought, let alone a response.

"Uhhh...sure." I take the treat and pop it into my mouth - dry and salty
save for the lingering line of saliva my boy left behind. Brian turns back
to the TV and rakes the little piggies of his right foot up and down my
thumping shaft, kneading my churning hot spermsack with the other set of
five perfect nubbins. I clear my throat.

"Brian honey? D-Daddy needs to let his creamies go soon. Sweetie? Uhm..."
My voice hitches, pleading. My heart is pounding and I shudder to think
what Brian's response might be. I grip the armrest with shaky straining
hands.

He shakes his head. "Nuh uh. Not allowed. You didn't gimme sparkles
earlier. So you're not allowed to get yours. S'the rule." My cock lurches
at the thought of my little boy controlling when and how I can cum. The boy
I helped create with the very essence he is now nonchalantly forcing to
stay buried and boiling in my groin. I clench my fists, aching to hold his
beautiful scrunchy soles on either side of my length and just pound, pound,
pound away. But I hold back. His weekend with Daddy, his rules. Can't hurt
to try and get around this little speedbump though...

"But uhm...D-Daddy's *really* gotta shoot now sweetie. Your...*gulp* your
little feetsies are really makin' it all come up fast. Feel how it's
ah-extra hard for you this time honey? Sweetie?" Aching for pity.

Brian doesn't even look at me, and chomps down another cracker.

My balls are burning. My asshole clenches and my tip is leaking a slimy
coating up and around and in between this kid's bratty little boy
toes. Time for another angle. Brian giggles at the screen, barely paying my
situation any mind. I watch him scratch with cracker crumb fingers at his
two little jewels, tight against his smooth crotch.

"Wh-what if Daddy shoots by accident Bri-bri? It might happen ya
know. There's n-nnnnuhhhh oh god....There's nothin' I can
do...ab-about....ohhhh....sh...." The nine year old clamps his toes over my
tip and begins to wiggle them around like a wave. Rotating his skinny baby
ankle around and around. Squeezing the life out of my sexed-up glans to
shut me up. The slick-wet sound is obscene and the sight is to-die-for:
perfect baby boy toes with neatly trimmed nails teasing my man cock into a
spunkrocket fuckfrenzy. This kid.

Brian is looking at me now, grinning hard and giggling hard behind a palm
like a spoiled princess. "I can feel your peener top doin' thumpies on my
toesies. The part that shoots your stuff. S'funny-feelin'. You better not
shoot, 'kay? Not 'llowed still." I groan as the little brat ever-so-gently
tickles each one of my pent-up golf ball testes with his left big toe, then
his pinky toe. Back and forth, nut to nut. Helping to torture the sperm
inside, so wildly desperate to escape.

Just then, the hot little cock monkey takes my seething daddystalk between
his arches and pumps once. Again. Again. I hear more giggles from my
left. I clench my teeth and pound my fist on the armrest. My dick is a
spear of burning flesh, trapped between the hottest possible pair of
sexyfuck boyfeet that ever graced the sweet Summer grass with those
delectable cock-milking stripling soles. Neverending wiggles of his little
piggies serve to drive me insane as he giggles again in his perfect way. My
cock-torturing little prince begins to play with the speed of his pumping,
embracing in the erratic nature of his energetic little puppies currently
romping around Daddy's aching groin.

I'm about to lose it. I feel my prostate clench, my cock straining purple,
my tortured sack shifting and tightening, getting ready to launch a torrent
of boyfeet-hungry nut sauce without anyone's consent. I panic.

"Oh Bri...I don't think...I don't th-think I can h-hold it anymore
honey...It's gonna come...I'm gonna-" The buck naked nine year old sighs,
rolling his eyes and flipping onto his stomach, now stretched out on the
couch and showing off his adorable little hinder off once more. I know what
he's going to say and I'm so, so grateful that I raised such a sweet,
compassionate boy.

"Do it Daddy. Breed my feeties." I'm so glad I helped to expand his
vocabulary; he know what I like and need to hear. I hop off the couch and
perch myself near the edge, my right hand immediately flying to the root of
my cock and beating the life out of it as I dart my eyes between my
beautiful boy's offered-up bottom and impossibly soft scrunchy soles,
immature and clean and perfect. My knees buckle and rest against the couch
cushion for support. This was going to be a memorable one.

I hold both delicate, diminutive little puppies in a single hand and
furiously pound my cock with the other, aiming my flaring, aching cockhead
at those cum-hungry pink boysoles, wrinkle-free and pure. "Oh baby. Oh
god. I will, I will. Daddy loves you sweetie. Daddy loves you so
much. You're Daddy's little cum-monkey aren't you honey? You need me to
glaze your perfect little cuties in my babynut don't you sweetie? Tell
Daddy how much you need to feel my cream on your adorable little feetsies."
My balls bounce against my legs as I fap with ridiculous speed. My heart is
pounding, my breath erratic.

I hear a little soprano squeak spill out of my son's throat. "Yes please
Daddy. You gotsta make a baby on my feeties now okie? Shoot your stuff on
the warm parts. That's where it feels the bestest. Do it good and lotsa
lots, 'k?"

That did it.

"Ooohhhh god baby here it comes, here it comes!" I finally feel the
telltale burn of orgasm lurking around the corner. I know my baby boy can
hear my change in breathing so he begins to flex and bend and wiggle his
piggies as if he were trained in boyfeet cock-milking class. Their
incessant wiggling drives me over a cliff but leaves me hanging by a
thread. My balls constrict and pulse as I roughly squeeze his soles
together in my left hand, perfectly angling his musky little shoe stuffers
to take my no doubt massive load.

I emit a hoarse, monstrous groan as my prostate finally unlocks and signals
to my spermmakers to finally let go. My climax hits me like a train and I'm
suddenly *unloading* an entire weekend's worth of semen and sperm onto my
precious little boy's precocious little jizz-drainers. "Ohhhhh GOD oh GOD
Daddy's UHNNNNNNNNNgghhhh knocking up your little FEETSIES
uHNNNNNNNNNghhhhhh fuckin' my JIZZJUICE on your TOESIES ohhhhfff---- gonna
fUUUUUUCccck my hot fuckin' MONKEY boy, gonna GIVE you ALL my BABIES
Bri-bri..." Every arc of cum that fires out of my cock is punctuated with
my words. I want him to feel the impact of my spunk on his supple,
absorbent baby skin in more ways than one.

Brian looks over his shoulder and grins at me, another little nuance that
help to pump out one, two, three...*ten* fat ropey jets of thick white
cocksnot over and on and in between my beautiful boy's naughty fertile
fuckfeet. I stroke once, aim, stoke again, aim. Coating a heel there,
splashing a scrunchy nine year old boysole there. And most importantly,
pumping a boiling line of Daddy cum across those ten adorably pink little
cockteasers.

My little boy, for his part, is steadily humping the couch cushion under
him, even going so far as to reach back and gently diddle his greedy little
hiney hole. The tyke is getting off on his Daddy seeding his miniature
kiddy feet. That's my saucy little munchkin for ya. I couldn't be prouder.

My spunk never seems to want to slow down - a tsunami of healthy, potent
sperm simply erupts out of my thick 7 incher and *thumps* and *splats* and
generously coats Brian's delicious babyfeet - even a little lands on those
perfectly lithe ankles of his. A wad of my ample cumload clings to his
little cotton anklet as it soaks quickly into the material. I huff and puff
and strain every muscle in my body to get. Every. Last. Sperm cell. Out. -
and soaking into my young son's skin where it belongs.

The last of my babybatter drips lazily out of my ruddy cocktip as I jerk -
it lands in the obscene pool of spunk I just ejected onto my son's delicate
little fuckpuppies. They are barely visible under the milky white swirl of
pent-up Daddy cream I rocketed out onto them, shiny and healthy and
thoroughly moisturized with my seed. They are a sight for sore eyes and I
snap an endless burst of mental pictures in my mind's eye for later use. I
can smell my bleachy sweet load as it wafts up into my appreciative nose, a
sign of a job well done. I smile.

I may have drained my balls on my kid's precious, knocked-up little
feeties, but my couch-slamming monkey boy isn't nearly as done with his
special weekend.

Brian's toes are still wiggling, straining and flicking frantically under
the warm deluge of Daddy ball gunk that slowly drips from his arches and
down into the sacred spaces in between his toes. I look up and watch the
lad roll into his first true boygasm of the weekend as I massage the dry
tops of his uplifted, horny ball-drainers - a single slick little digit is
planted hard and firmly swirling in his bottom with a no-doubt impossibly
stiff baby spike smushed and pulsing nothing into the cushion below. The
tyke pounds the couch with an almost comical speed - pure budding gay boy
energy seething out from his oversexed kiddy crotch. This kid was going to
be a stud as a teen.

"That's it baby, get your good feelings. Daddy's here." I encourage him,
"Press your special button inside like I taught you. Mash your pussy up
good for Daddy sweetie." My cock lurches at my own words, seemingly
spilling out another glob of cocksauce at the wonderful scene before
me. Brian flings his free hand up to his face and begins to nibble on his
thumb - a nervous habit he never dropped from his toddler days. Fine by me.

Brian squeals just then - sucking his little thumb with abandon as the good
tingles rock my immature little Adonis to his core. From gunked-up boyfeet
to greedy little booty button, my boy's tender body is about to breathe a
sigh with just as much relief as I am.

The nine year old suddenly seizes up - not moving a single muscle for an
instant as he rolls into an onslaught of his little boy
climax. "Nnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhhh!" A hot little scream punctuates
the air as the lad proceeds to slam his hips into the couch and absolutely
plow his pointer finger completely in, then completely out of his aching
little hiney tube. I can hear the little bubbles of air escaping his booty
as he cums, but the smell is what makes me truly groan along with him.

As Brian's hard and oh-so-dry orgasm abates, my baby, my boy, my nine year
old treasure shivers and coos, shaking subtly as he looks over his shoulder
for a final time. In a haze, my cummyfoot kid removes the saliva-soaked
thumb from his mouth with a *pop*.

"F-fank you Daddy. I got my *good* sparkles."

"You sure did sweetie, you sure did."

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Let's have a vote - tell me what you'd like to see next!

A. Innocent Angle - Daddy learns just how good it feels to have his son
fart on his lap - maybe a bit more skin contact would serve them better?
That bulge in Daddy's pants is oh so curious...

B. Super Slutty Angle - Daddy and Brian experiment with the fact that when
Daddy's sperm hits his little monkey's soles and toes, he's kept in a
constant state of arousal! Maybe if Dad deposited his load elsewhere on
Bri's skin it would have a greater effect...

C. Innocent + Slutty Mix Angle - Brian dons a couple adorable outfits (boy
scout, little league, cowboy, indian, beach boy) and performs a sexy
dancing strip tease for Daddy! Can little Brian make Daddy shoot without
touching him?