Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 00:21:39 -0500
From: bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com
Subject: Celeb Foot Fun 8: The One With the Feather

Disclaimer: This is the eighth in a series of foot fetish
stories involving celebrities.  In this installment, the
guys from Friends have their first encounter with foot
tickling and worship.  The television show Friends is
copyright Warner Bros. Television and NBC. I do not own or
claim to own any of the characters represented herein (and
since they're all depicted as heterosexual on the TV show, I
think that's pretty obvious). That being said, if you're not
turned on by tickling or foot worship or you're just not
into gay things in general or are under 18, then what
exactly are you doing at this website?  If you're any of the
above things, then read on.
Comments/compliments/constructive criticisms/story
ideas/barefoot photos of the Friends guys/even just friendly
greetings greatly encouraged at
bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.

(This story was brought to you by, well, me, but it was
brought to me by Colette, who proposed to me the idea to use
the Friends guys in a story.  Also, if I get any of these
details wrong, then it's my fault, I've never watched an
episode of Friends in my life, but hell, I can still
fantasize.  Thanks, Colette!)

 Celeb Foot Fun 8: The One With the Feather and Joey's Feet

     Chandler Bing woke up early in his apartment.  He
glanced over at his alarm clock: 9:45 AM.  It was definitely
way too early for him to be awake on a Saturday.  He held a
silent debate with himself whether or not to get out of bed
just then.  Getting up would be difficult, but he definitely
would not have been able to fall back to sleep again.
Besides that, he really had to pee.  Acting as if engaged in
some Herculean struggle, Chandler grunted fiercely and
eventually was able to sit up.  Cracking his knuckles, he
stood up and made his way to the bathroom.
     The bathroom door was closed, but he couldn't see any
light coming out of it and it didn't sound like there was
anyone in there.  His hand reached for the doorknob, but he
was dismayed to find that his hand just slipped off when he
attempted to open the door.  Stooping down for a closer
inspection, he found that someone had smeared the doorknob
with Vaseline!  Who the fuck would coat a doorknob.Suddenly
it hit him, all at once.  Chandler glanced at his calendar
at the wall.  Yesterday had been March 31st, making
today.April 1st, a.k.a. April Fools' Day.  Goddamn it, he
was in no mood to want to deal with anyone pranking him.
With the girls gone away on a trip to visit Phoebe's dad, he
knew it was either Ross or Joey.  One of them was going to
get their ass kicked by the end of the day.  Searching his
room for a tissue or something but only finding his clothes
from the day before, he cleaned off the doorknob and opened
it, which even after wiping it down was still a bit of
challenge.
     Pulling down his mesh shorts that he liked to sleep in,
Chandler released an arc of golden yellow piss into the
toilet bowl.  After having emptied his bladder, he fiddled
around with his cock a bit, which was still stiff with
morning wood.  For the moment he shrugged off his anger at
either Ross or Joey and decided he'd just try to get rid of
his morning wood.  It felt good sometimes to just jerk off
and forget about life's worries.
     All of a sudden, he heard an erection-killing scream
from across the apartment, probably from the kitchen.  It
sounded like it had come from Ross.  Stepping out of the
bathroom and putting on some fresh new clothes, he made his
way over to the kitchen where, sure enough, Ross stood,
petrified of something.
     "Dude, what happened?" asked a still-not-quite-awake
Chandler.
     "I was looking in the cupboard for some cereal, and
then I found this!" Ross yelled, pointing at a black furry
thing on the floor.  Upon seeing it move, Chandler realized
it was a tarantula.  Joey had placed it there to prank one
of his unsuspecting buddies as they were trying to prepare
breakfast.
     "Goddamn it, Joey!" Chandler muttered to himself as he
picked up the tarantula from off the floor.  Not really sure
what to do with it, he grabbed a Tupperware container from
the cabinet and securely placed the tarantula in there.
Where had Joey gotten the time to even get a tarantula?
Chandler thought to himself.
     "Joey did this?" asked Ross.
     "It's pretty obvious he did, Ross.  It's April 1st."
     "So, what, is that National Freak the Hell Out of Ross
Day?"
     "No, it's April Fools' Day!  He placed a tarantula in
the cabinet to scare you, and he covered the bathroom door
in Vaseline.  God only knows what the hell else he's done."
     "Shit, why is he such a little kid?"
     "Beats the crap out of me.  I don't see why on earth he
feels the need to torture us in such an immature manner.
Pranks are for elementary school kids, not grown men."
     "Exactly.hey, let's prank him back!"
     "Sounds good to me.  What should we do to really cheese
him off?"
     The two men thought for a second in silence, save the
sounds of the tarantula clawing at the Tupperware container
from the inside.  "I got it!" announced Ross.  "I know for a
fact that Joey absolutely hates being tickled!"
     "Hm, okay, so what can we do with that information?"
     "Well, I've always wanted to just really tick him off
by tickling the crap out of him until he passes out or
something."
     "Well, what could we use?  Do you have a feather or
anything?"
     "Oh, you bet I do," Ross assured him as he walked over
to the window and pulled out a long, black feather from one
of the houseplants.  "I've been saving this for a rainy
day."
     "Oh, so THAT'S why there's been a feather in the fica
plant.  So you've been plotting against him for how long
now?"
     "Well, ever since I found out about his little
weakness."
     "Wow.  So how much free time do you have exactly?"
     "Too much.  I've got some rope we could use too."
     "For what?"
     "For tying him down!  It's no fun if he has the chance
to run away!"
     This was a pretty weird prank, Chandler thought.
Couldn't they just short-sheet his bed or place the
tarantula on his sleeping face or something?  "Well, if
that's what you want, then let's get to it, I guess."
     Grabbing four pieces of rope from underneath the sofa
cushions, the two men entered Joey's bedroom.  "Just how
much Joey-torturing paraphernalia do you have stashed around
the apartment?" asked Chandler.
     "Oh, you have no idea," replied Ross.
     The two men entered Joey's bedroom.  He was still
sleeping, but had apparently woken up early to prank the two
guys.  Ross turned to Chandler and whispered the plan of
attack to him.  "Okay, here's what we do.  Very, very
quietly and without a lot of commotion, remove his blanket,
and then take these two pieces of rope and secure his hands
to the bedpost.  It'll probably wake him up, but by the time
he realizes what's going on, he won't be able to move his
hands.  Getting his feet afterwards should be a lot easier.
Sound good?"
     "Aye, aye, cap'n," responded Chandler, and he moved to
action.  He crept up to the right side of the sleeping
Joey's bed, towards the head.  Look at him, he thought to
himself, so innocent-looking and yet such a jackass.  He
took up one corner of the bedsheet and lifted it up very
slowly and quietly, without too much commotion like Ross had
said.  Peeling it over onto the other side, he took the
other corner of the bedsheet near the foot of the bed and
likewise peeled it over quietly, so as not to wake their
victim.  Tiptoeing to the other side of the bed, Chandler
then took the folded over bedsheet in his two hands and
quietly tossed it to the floor.  Joey, who was only wearing
boxers and nothing more, was now perfectly vulnerable.
     Kicking the bedsheet aside, Chandler noticed a jar of
something yellow-ish underneath the bed.  Upon closer
inspection, it had turned out to be a jar of Vaseline, the
same jar with which he no doubt greased up the bathroom
doorknob.  That cunt!  Grabbing the rope from Ross, he took
Joey's right hand and tied it in a double-knot around the
bedpost.  Joey stirred and opened his eyes slightly upon
feeling his hand seized.  He tried to move it but found that
it was somehow stuck to a certain spot.  Before he could
realize what was happening, Ross had tied his left hand to
the left hind bedpost.  Joey was at this point wide-awake
and extremely confused and disoriented.
     "You guys, what are you doing?" Joey asked, concerned.
     "Oh, just some good ol'-fashioned revenge," responded
Chandler.  "This is for the Vaseline on the doorknob!"
     "Yeah, and the tarantula in the cereal cabinet!" Ross
chimed in.
     "You guys, can't you take a harmless little prank?"
Joey replied.
     Ross and Chandler looked at each as they both worked on
securing Joey's feet to the bedpost.  "No," they replied in
unison.  "Besides, blind revenge is just as much fun!"
     "Guys, seriously, I don't like being tied up like this!
What are you going to do to me?"
     "Oh, nothing.  Just makin' you want to die," Chandler
responded.  Ross and Chandler had now secured Joey's feet
and hands to the bedpost.  Joey, who was very nearly naked
and now bound to his bed, felt extremely vulnerable in this
position.  Ross brandished the black feather that he'd been
dying to use on him for ages, and Joey had a sudden sinking
feeling in his gut as the realization dawned on him: they
were going to tickle him!
     "Um, guys, can't we negotiate something here?  Please
don't tickle me!"
     "Struggling will only make it worse, Joey!" Chandler
replied.
     Standing over their captive, Ross traced the feather
along Joey's right nipple.  He let out a nervous laugh as
the fine bristles of the feather traced across his exposed
teat, and the nipple instantaneously grew hard.  His fingers
began to tighten into fists as he braced himself for his
impending torture.
     Ross then began to stroke Joey's left nipple with the
black feather, tracing around the areola in circles and
darting it across the hard bud.  Seeing that this was
driving Joey crazy, as evidenced by his distressed chuckling
and spastic jerking, he traced the feather along to his left
armpit and darted it back and forth across the hairy pit.
Joey started to crack up, but his laughter did not
necessarily mean that he was enjoying himself at all.
     "I'm sorry, am I inconveniencing you?" asked Ross with
mock pity.  "Pardon me, I didn't mean to give you such a
shitty start to your day!"
     "Oh go-hahahahahaaaaoooood, please sto-ahahahaaa-op!
This isn't fuahahahahaaannny anymore!" Joey managed to choke
out while dying with laughter.  The feeling of the feather
brushing against his sensitive skin was too much for Joey.
Suddenly, he felt an irritating sensation on his feet.
Through the tears welling in his eyes, he could make out
Chandler at the foot of the bed, tickling his feet with his
fingers.  His toes arched with pain as Chandler's fingers
danced with abandon on his naked, exposed soles.  Chandler
at first had felt weird about doing this, and he was pretty
sure guys like him and Ross shouldn't be engaging in acts
like this anyway.  There was just something sorta, well, gay
about tickling another guy.  However, he couldn't resist
torturing Joey.
     Ross had now moved onto the other armpit, letting the
feather trace along his hairy pit, smiling all the time
while watching the bound Joey struggle.  Joey was beginning
to work up a sweat lashing around on the bed, trying
desperately to escape this horrible torture.  Of course, the
more he writhed and struggled on the bed, the more Ross
wanted to exact revenge on him.  He moved the feather to
Joey's ribs, running it up and down and in figure-8s across
Joey's torso.  Ross was definitely taking immense joy in
what he was doing.
     Moving the feather down to Joey's bellybutton, he let
it stir around inside his hollow navel.  He seemed to be
particularly sensitive in this area, for he started to
thrash around on the bed as if he was suddenly just lit on
fire.  As he twirled the black feather along Joey's delicate
navel, Ross laughed out loud at the pain he was putting him
through.  He should've known better than to put that
tarantula there!  Chandler, too, began to laugh as he
attacked Joey's feet more fiercely with his fingers,
skipping them lightly over the soft soles and ankles.  The
little fucker sure was getting it, and he was getting it
good.
     Ross, seeing that Chandler was occupied with Joey's
feet, decided that he would focus on Joey's package instead.
Screwing with his nuts would drive him, well, nuts!  He
traced the feather along the fabric of Joey's silk boxers,
circling around Joey's crotch.  He knew that he could still
feel the awful pain through the thin fabric.  Plus, he'd
noticed that he was sporting a boner, so if he kept it up,
there'd be an extra element of humiliation for the little
fucker.  Feeling intrepid, Ross lifted up the elastic band
of Joey's boxers and swiped the feather underneath, tickling
Joey's cockhead and balls.  Joey at this point was cracking
up and Ross was having difficulty with his mission as Joey
jerked and bucked underneath him.  He wasn't about to be
deterred; he had decided that Joey must absolutely learn his
lesson.
     Chandler's fingers on his feet and Ross' feather
stroking his cock and balls, it was much to his dismay that
Joey found himself in the very awkward position of having a
hard-on.  Surprisingly, under all the torture he was being
subjected to, he had maintained his morning wood and it did
not seem that it would relent any time soon.  He struggled
and groaned and pleaded with his two captors to let him go,
that he would never prank them again, but his screams only
encouraged them, and, unfortunately, his erection as well.
He could not understand why this was apparently arousing
him.  What he was going through he wouldn't wish on his
worst enemy, and here he was getting turned on by it?
     Joey was struggling with both his aching cock and with
being at the mercy of Chandler's fingers and Ross' feather.
Regrettably, the latter seemed to be impacting on the
former, and shot through the intense pain and pleasure of
being tickled, he suddenly felt like he was about to shoot a
wad.  He couldn't!  If he came while Ross and Chandler were
tickling him, he knew he would never be able to live it
down.  He desperately struggled to focus only on the pain of
being tickled, but it was sort of difficult when you had a
feather toying with your cock, teasing it with a combination
of fierce torturous pain and fierce erotic pleasure.

     Eventually, Joey couldn't take any more.  Bucking and
screaming with disturbing pain tinged with even more
disturbing pleasure, Joey's body tensed as much as possible
under the hands and feather of his captors.  Arching his
back as far as his bound hands and feet would let him, he
let out a room-shattering moan and then collapsed back on
the bed.  Ross and Chandler stopped in their tracks; did he
pass out?  Ross removed the feather from Joey's shorts and
found that there was a bit of white substance clinging to
the tiny bristles.  It was semen!  Their tickling had made
him cum in his shorts!
     Chandler and Ross looked at each other and then at the
exhausted Joey.  He hadn't quite passed out, his eyes were
still open, but he had gone through an apparently pretty
intense orgasm.  His shorts were completely stained with the
sticky white fluid.  Both men didn't really know what to do
next.  They both thought it was a bit strange that he should
react in such a way.  At the same time, the fact that they
had been secretly arousing him with what they were doing was
strangely.well, interesting to say the least.  Even a
bit.well, hot.  The sight of the semen clinging to the
feather in Ross' hand had piqued some weird latent interest
in further explanation of what they could do with Joey's
body while they had him tied up.
     "Damn, what do we do now?" Chandler asked.
     "Fuck if I know," Ross replied.  "I totally didn't
expect that to happen."
     "Do you think that would work on women?"
     "I'm sure any girl you bring home would just love to
have that happen to her, Chandler."
     "But still, think about it.making a girl orgasm by
tickling her cooch, that'd be pretty sweet."
     Ross had to agree.  "Yeah, that would be.  I can see
you're definitely getting excited by it," he said, pointing
at Chandler's bulged-out crotch.
     Chandler tried to cover his obvious erection up, but
then pointed out to Ross, "Well, look at the pot calling the
kettle black."  Ross sheepishly tried to cover his up, as
well.
     "Well, damn.  What do we do now?"
     "I don't know, but I've definitely got the urge to jerk
off."
     "Well, I meant about Joey," Ross said.
     "Hm.well, we could combine our two problems into one
pleasurable solution," Chandler responded.
     "I don't really know what you're getting at."
     "We could humiliate him further, is what I'm saying.
Like, jerk off on him or something."  Chandler paused; did
he really just say that?
     Ross was a bit dumbstruck by the idea.  "Uh.you okay,
dude?"
     "Well, I mean.we only do it to humiliate him, not to,
y'know, get us even hornier or anything."
     "Well.I guess I see your point.  We should use the
Vaseline, too!"
     "On my dick?  I don't know."
     "Well, not quite on our dicks.  I know about this one
technique that feels, really, really good.  Trust me, man."
     And with that, the two men stood up and unzipped their
pants.  Ross pushed his Gap jeans down to the floor,
revealing a pair of blue Hanes boxers with a small wet stain
on the crotch, which he quickly pushed down afterwards.
Chandler's Old Navy cargo pants were promptly removed, and
following shortly were his plaid boxer briefs.  Both men
were sporting erect cocks that had tiny, clear droplets of
precum glistening in the light of the bedroom.  Joey, who
had snapped back into reality, was starting to get a bit
worried at what the two men had in store for him now.
     Ross reached underneath the bed, and fishing around,
pulled out the jar of Vaseline that Joey had used to
lubricate the doorknob.  Removing the lid, he scooped up a
generous glob of the sticky, waxy substance and applied it
to the sole of Joey's left foot, smearing it all over his
fleshy pads and in between his toes.  He handed the jar to
Chandler, who eagerly repeated Ross' actions.  Taking a
large glob of Vaseline with his index and middle fingers, he
smeared his poor tickle victim's right foot with the oily
lubricant, making sure to cover the entire sole and also to
dig in between the toes like Ross had done.
     Both men pressed their stiff cocks against the oily
soles of Joey's bound feet.  They began to slide their cocks
up and down Joey's slippery soles, creating an intense
irritation in the heads of their dicks.  It felt entirely
different than just jerking off; the friction caused by the
heads of their dicks rubbing against the slick skin of
Joey's bound and exposed soles was nearly too much for the
two men.  It was a unique sensation and it was probably just
as torturous as their tickling had been to Joey only ten
minutes ago.  This was a torture that they did not want to
stop, though.  The exquisite pleasure caused the two men to
elicit more precum, which smeared onto the foot in addition
to the Vaseline, making Joey's feet even more slippery.
     "So, wait, you've done this to yourself?" Chandler
asked as he rubbed his dick against Joey's sole.
     "Well, not to my feet, of course.  On my hand.  It
feels so fucking awesome."
     "Oh, yeah, definitely."
     Joey was writhing underneath with the sensation of two
cocks being rubbed against his sensitive soles.  It felt
strange having his feet coated with Vaseline, and it felt
even more strange having not just one, but TWO cocks sliding
up and down along them.  Even stranger was that the two
penises belonged to his two best guy friends.  He started to
wonder if the two men had ever done anything like this
before with each other or with anyone else.  He knew that
neither of them had any problem with homosexuality in
general; Chandler's father was gay, and Ross had once dated
a girl that turned out to be a lesbian.  However, that
didn't necessarily justify the highly erotic act that they
were now performing on him.  He began to wonder if either of
them ever thought he was attractive, and so that's why they
were doing this after all.  He then reasoned with himself
that this was just some sort of revenge prank that they
wanted to play on him; that was initially their reason for
doing this to him, right?  They couldn't possibly have
wanted to have sex with him.  They were just desperate to
get off and to pull a prank on him, so they combined the
two.  Somewhat satisfied with this explanation, Joey just
tried to lie down and let whatever was going to happen
happen.  After all, it's not like he could've complained in
the position he was in.
     Ross and Chandler, meanwhile, focused their thoughts
squarely on getting off.  They did not even stop to consider
the fact that any three of the girls could've just walked
right in and seen the sight of them masturbating with the
assistance of Joey's feet while Joey was tied up on the bed.
No, the sight of Joey cumming in his boxers was fresh in
their minds, and they could still see the stains in his
underwear as they massaged Joey's feet with their dicks.
The slippery sensation was excruciatingly wonderful to the
two men, and they continued to rub their cocks against the
backs of their best friend's toes and up and down his soles.
The only sounds in the room were the furious sliding of
stiff dicks against oily feet and the heavy panting of three
men, two of whom were extremely aroused and dying to get
off.
     While Joey bucked and writhed under the power of his
two best friends, Ross and Chandler began to wriggle
themselves with the coming onset of their orgasms.  They
flicked their cocks up and down the smooth, oily pink soles
of Joey's feet at an intense speed now, nearly duplicating
the pleasure they had been receiving before.  In turn, the
intense feeling in their groins grew rapidly, and they knew
that in no time they'd be receiving the gratification they'd
been looking for.  They had both hoped that it would be as
awesome as Joey's orgasm had been just now.
     Their cocks fully engorged and prime to shoot at any
moment, Ross and Chandler both inhaled sharply as they felt
their nuts constrict beneath them.  Their cum began to rise
up the core of their cocks and, still rubbing their cocks
against Joey's soles, with a sharp intake of breath, the two
men both unleashed their seed on their victim.  Two cocks
sprayed two long, thick ropes of semen onto the backs of two
exposed, naked feet, coating the soles and the backs of
Joey's toes with sticky strands of white seed.  After
several more bursts of hot cum shot from their irritated
dickheads, Joey's feet were completely covered in strands of
creamy semen.
     Ross and Chandler collapsed on the floor from the
intensity of their respective orgasms.  They still couldn't
believe that they'd done such a crazy thing as tie up and
tickle their best friend until he came, and that then, in
turn, they came all over their best friend's feet!  They
gazed at the sight of the still-bound Joey, who had finally
stopped wriggling on the bed and whose feet were almost
literally soaked with their glistening cum.  It had
splattered all over his toes and soles and was now starting
to drip down off the foot onto the bedsheet beneath Joey.
     Unsure of what to do next, but at the same time
brimming with curiosity, the men got up and knelt in front
of Joey's cum-coated feet.  Ross brought his head forward to
Joey's left foot and rubbed his face in the sticky, sperm-
laden sole, taking in the scent of his cum, the Vaseline,
and the sweat from Joey's foot.  Chandler repeated the
action, burying his face in Joey's right foot and sticking
his tongue out to sample the taste of his own semen combined
with the sweat and the lubricant.  The two men began to lick
off their manshot from their captive's soles and toes,
reveling in the unusual but enticing taste of their own cum
mixed with the Vaseline.
     Joey could not believe what was going on.  After having
essentially jerked themselves off using his feet, they were
now actually licking their cum off!  This was so unlike
either of them, and he was now more confused than ever.
     "Whoa, what are you guys doing?" asked an inflamed
Joey.  Unfortunately, the two men were lost in the pleasure
of servicing his feet with their tongues and scooping up the
contents of their orgasms from his pink, oily soles.  If
only Monica or Rachel or Phoebe had seen this, imagine what
they'd have thought!
     After having licked up every last drop from their best
friend's foot, the two men began to put their clothes back
on.  They made no effort whatsoever to untie Joey.
     "Um, guys?  Forget something?"
     Ross and Chandler looked at each other as if trying to
remember something they'd forgotten.  "Mmm.nope, don't think
so," replied Chandler before grabbing the Vaseline and the
box with the feathers and heading out.  Ross began to follow
him out.
     "Guys!  You're just going to leave me here?  What'll I
do if Monica or someone comes back?"
     "Hey, that's your problem, not ours." Ross replied.
"You can blame it on Veronica or whoever.  Besides, if you
tell them what really happened, no one's going to believe
you anyway."
     Joey grimaced.  The fucker had a point.  As Ross and
Chandler left the room, he sighed and wondered how he would
go about explaining his peculiar situation.  He also began
to wonder why neither one of them offered him any of their
cum.  Shortly after, he began to wonder how he was going to
take care of his slowly swelling dick while tied to the bed.

     "Shit, dude," said Chandler as the two men sat on their
living room sofa.  "That was some pretty crazy stuff."
     "Oh, you said it," Ross agreed.  Did you see the way he
was shaking and begging us to let him go?"
     "Haha, yeah.  I thought he was gonna die or pass out or
something."
     "Yeah, and then what we did after that.damn."
     "I'll say.  I don't even know what came over me."
     "Yeah, me neither." Both men stared down, seized by a
sort of awkward tension.  "So..uh.Chandler?"
     "Yeah?"
     "When we did the, uh, licking thing."
     "Yeah?"
     "Did you.like it?"
     "You mean, the taste?"
     "Well..yeah."
     Chandler reflected for a moment.  "I didn't.NOT like
it..um..you?"
     Ross also hesitated.  "Yeah, it was, um, cool." he
trailed off.
     Both men now sat on the sofa in uncomfortable silence
marked by sexual strain.  They both wanted to switch the
topic at hand because they weren't sure they wanted it to
continue along these lines.  They were both nearly positive
that they weren't gay or into any of that stuff, but
"nearly" still left a margin open for them, one which they
weren't quite comfortable with.  They tried to push the act
from their minds, but found that it kept coming back to
them, and the more they struggled with the forbidden
thoughts, the more futile it was to keep down their
gradually growing members.
     Shifting slightly to hide his erection, Ross started to
stand up.  "I'm, uh, going to go to Central Perk.  Alone.
Just to, uh, read," he said, quickly grabbing one of
Rachel's magazines off the kitchen counter.
     "Okay, uh, have fun reading, uh, Cosmo.  Alone,"
replied Chandler.
     "Oh, I will.  I, uh, can't wait to.find out the
difference between `slutty' and `sexy,'" said Ross, his
voice full of nerves.
     "Alright.  Have fun, Ross."
     "Yes, uh, later, Chandler."  And with that, Ross exited
the apartment.
     In only a matter of seconds, Ross came bursting back
in, and threw the magazine towards the opposite end of the
apartment.  "Fuck it, Chandler, I need to try that shit
again."
     "Yeah, me too, definitely."
     And with that, the two men expediently began to undress
each other.  Chandler removed Ross' sweater while Ross
futzed with the zipper on Chandler's cargo pants.  Pushing
them down, he assisted Chandler in lifting his legs up to
push them over his socked feet.  Chandler then began to undo
the button and unzip Ross' jeans.  Stepping out of his
pants, Ross unbuttoned Chandler's dress shirt and slipped it
off over his shoulders.  The two men then struggled to push
their underwear down over their erect cocks.  Both men were
now completely nude, except for socks.
     Lying down on the sofa on opposite ends, facing each
other's feet, the two men began to peel the socks off each
other.  Ross slowly removed Chandler's dark dress socks and
revealed his two size 11 feet.  His feet were evenly spaced
out except for the last two toes, which had no space between
them, and there was not much distance between the backs of
his toes and the actual foot to which they were attached.
His soles were soft and pink and his feet smelled of his
leather shoes he had been wearing earlier.  Chandler peeled
away Ross' gold-toed white socks and revealed his size 12
feet.  His second toes were just barely larger than his big
toes, and his toes were sculpted long and with a very tiny
amount of space between the first two toes only.  His soles
were very fleshy and pink and smelled faintly of his
sneakers.
     Ross slipped his lips over Chandler's big toe and
sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around it
like it was a lollipop.  Chandler responded in kind, taking
Ross' right big toe into his mouth and sucking on it like he
was sucking his thumb.  This, of course, was way hotter than
sucking your thumb.  He sucked Ross' second toe into his
mouth now, his tongue flicking against the fleshy
protuberance of the back of the toe.  He ran his tongue
along the backs of his toes and up along the tops.  Ross
meanwhile wedged his tongue in between Chandler's toes,
coating the sides of his toes with his saliva.  The salty,
tangy aroma of his feet caused Ross to produce extra saliva,
which ended up running down Chandler's soles.
     Between licks, the two men spoke about their
experience.  "So," Chandler said before swiping his tongue
along Ross' sole, "are you slutty or sexy?"
     "Well," Ross replied after having run his tongue in
circles around Chandler's big toe, "I think I'm a little bit
of both."
     "This is definitely sexy, I gotta admit," Chandler
agreed as he took three of Ross' toes into his mouth at once
and sucked on them.
     "Yeah, and I think I'm turning into a foot slut," Ross
said he licked the fleshy bottom pad of Chandler's foot.
"This is the second time in the space of an hour that I've
licked a guy's foot."
     "Oh, you're totally a slut, then, dude," Chandler
replied.  His saliva ran down Ross' pink foot, which he
lapped back up and then dribbled it down the foot again.
His spittle tasted of Ross' feet and it made him so fucking
hot.  His cock was already rock hard and screaming for
attention.  Ross, too, was immensely turned on by the erotic
act they were performing on each other.  His own cock was
also incredibly stiff and beginning to leak pre-cum.
     "Oh man, I so gotta get one off again," moaned Ross.
     "Let it go on my feet, dude.  Just like you did to
Joey.  I wanna feel your cum shoot against my feet, Ross."
Chandler cooed.
     Ross couldn't possibly have said no to Chandler's
request.  Getting up, he took Chandler's feet in his two
hands and placed them on either side of his dick.  Thrusting
his hips forward and back, he began to fuck Chandler's feet,
sliding his cock in and out between the two spittle-covered
feet.  Chandler could not believe what Ross was doing to
him, and Ross was similarly in disbelief at the thought that
just an hour ago he had been doing something like this to
Joey and now he was doing the same to Chandler.  This was so
crazy!
     It was an absolute pleasure for Ross to feel the head
of his cock slide in between the two soles, to have his dick
massaging his best friend's feet, to have his hairy nuts
slapping against the hot, slick flesh of his soles.  It was
a great enjoyment for Chandler to have Ross' dick sliding
between his feet, to grip onto the rigid shaft of his
member, to experience something he'd never experienced
before today and to know that he'd undoubtedly be trying it
out some more in the future.  It was going to be even more
of a delight for both of them to have Ross blow his load all
over Chandler's feet, and to have him lick it off like
they'd done with Joey before.
     Ross started to feel that familiar tension build up in
his loins, indicating that he was on the verge of cumming.
His nuts started to constrict underneath him as he thrust
his cock between Chandler's slippery feet.  He felt his cock
start to go numb, and he was mildly disappointed, not
wanting to have what was happening stop so soon.  Ross
started to pant heavier as he fucked Chandler's feet with
mad lust, and then as the tension became too much for his
body to bear, he arched his head back and shot his load.  He
groaned as his second orgasm in the space of an hour sent
both waves of immense pleasure throughout his cock and the
rest of his body and streams of cum shooting from his
irritated cock onto Chandler's moist, naked feet.  Ross' cum
spurted out forcefully and he kept rubbing his cock between
Chandler's feet to increase the pleasure in his dick and to
coerce more hot semen from his throbbing bone.  His dick was
now also streaked with his cum as he smeared it over
Chandler's cum-drenched toes and feet.
     Bending down, Ross indulged in the pleasure that he had
first experienced with Joey not long ago.  He stuck out his
tongue and lapped up the streamers of his cum from
Chandler's feet with lusty abandon.  He smeared his tongue
all over the cum-laden foot, picking up every last drop of
his delicious manshot and savoring the taste of his cum and
Joey's feet together in his mouth.  He did not stop until he
had thoroughly coated Chandler's entire feet once more in a
layer of his spit and cleaned up every drop of hot cream
with his tongue.
     "FUCK, dude!  That was so awesome!" Chandler moaned
enthusiastically.
     "Hell, yeah!  It was so hot!  Ready to try me now?"
     "Of course, man!"  And with that, Chandler knelt on the
sofa before Ross' stretched out feet.  Doing as Ross had
done to him, he placed Ross' feet on either side of his
throbbing member.  Pushing forward, he eased the head of his
cock between Ross' soles.  He then slid it out and slid it
back in again, delighting in the feeling of his buddy's feet
enclosing his hard dick, providing it with a very unique
pleasurable sensation.  He repeated his actions, going
faster and faster, feeling the tension build up in his groin
as he fucked Ross' feet.
     Ross lay back on the sofa with his hands behind his
head on the sofa as he was getting footfucked by Chandler.
How did they ever think to come up with this?  Whatever
mental processes had led them to determine without shame
that this was an incredibly erotic and enjoyable activity
had not steered them wrong.  He was loving it, and he knew
Chandler was as well.  The heavy panting and sweating were
just two of the indicators; Chandler's stiff, aching cock
was another.  He suddenly wondered if Joey could hear them
from the bedroom.  He wouldn't be surprised if he could've -
there were no other sounds in the apartment save the two men
going at it.  Oh well, he knew Joey couldn't possibly tell
the girls or anyone else what they were doing.  Who would
believe him anyway?
     Ross' thoughts then turned back to the hot cock
slithering between his fleshy soles.  He gripped the sides
of Chandler's shaft with his toes, gently but with enough
pressure to arouse him even more.  Chandler began to pound
Ross' feet with his cock like he was screwing a girl, but
this was definitely way more intense than any pussy he'd
ever had.  His cock was starting to ache for release, and
before he knew it, he felt the urge to cum rise within him.
His nuts drawing up tight beneath him, Chandler gasped with
his second orgasm of the day.  His juicy load burst out of
his cock onto Ross' bare feet, coating them with streams of
his hot jism.  Chandler shuddered with the sensation of his
cock exploding onto the feet of one of his best buddies, and
Ross trembled beneath him upon feeling the warm sticky goo
hitting his soles and toes.  Ross wiggled his toes and
sighed as he felt the stickiness cling to the backs of his
toes and dribble down his feet onto the sofa.
     Before any more drops of his cum fell on the furniture,
Chandler bent down licked up his hot cum from Ross' feet,
lapping it up from the soles and wriggling his tongue in
between Ross' toes to obtain the spunk that had landed
there.  Chandler shuddered with delight upon tasting his cum
for the second time that day after it had landed on Ross'
pink, beautiful soles and toes.
     Chandler and Ross then both collapsed on the sofa,
completely naked and glistening with sweat.  It had been an
interesting hour, to be sure, and the two men had definitely
been satisfied with what had happened.  They had both found
out, to their complete shock, that the taste of male feet
and cum weren't bad tastes at all, and together, were
actually pretty delicious.  It had just then occurred to
them to check up on Joey, to both see how he was doing and
to see if he had overheard any of what had just happened.
     Upon entering the bedroom, they found Joey, still tied
to the bed in just his boxer shorts.  He was sporting a very
noticeable hardon through his boxers, though, and the front
was stained with precum.
     "Hey, Joey, how's it going?" Chandler asked.
     "Oh, you know, I'd tell you, but I'm a little tied up
right now," responded Joey sarcastically.
     "I can see that.  Well, we'll be back in a few hours to
feed you and if you're a good boy, then you can watch some
TV!  Would you like that, sport?" Chandler said as him and
Ross began to walk out of the bedroom.
     "Oh, you're too kind.  Of course, I'd rather have some
of what you guys were just having."
     Ross and Chandler froze in their tracks.  "You could
hear us?"
     "I think everyone in this apartment complex could hear
you two rutting like pigs just now," Joey responded.
     "Fuck.I really hope that's not the case," stated a
worried Ross.
     "Yeah, and it'd be a damn shame if it got out what you
guys were doing, wouldn't it?" What exactly was Joey getting
at?
     "Dude, you wouldn't tell.  Besides, no one would
believe you."
     "You wanna take that risk?  Do ya feel lucky, punk?"
Ross and Chandler admitted to themselves that they really
didn't want to.
     "You're going to blackmail us, aren't you?" sighed
Ross.
     "Sorta.  It's just that, well, my feet are a little
cold and they could use some, well, warming up, if you get
my drift," Joey grinned.
     Ross and Chandler perked up.  They got his drift
exactly.  Grinning with pleasure, they bent down in front of
the bed started to run their tongues along Joey's soles.
This was going to be another interesting hour!