Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 01:51:54 -0600
From: CM Marinos <caithes@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chicken or Brave - Part 1

((This is the first section of a true story. Names have been changed for
those that wish to remain anonymous. You know the disclaimers that apply,
so if you find boy/boy sex abhorrant, look elsewhere. There are also parts
that are heavy into foot fetishism, just to warm you.))


I never really considered myself bisexual when I was younger. I've only
recently come to realize that I have that part inside me. I've had a lot of
times with both boys and girls of lots of ages, but I have to admit that
younger boys and girls make me incredibly hard. This is about one of those
times... sort of.

See, Kevin is actually older than me. He just didn't mature much at all
until after high school. At the time of this story, I was 15, and he was 16.
We were in Driver's Ed together, and we had been rather good friends while
we were in middle school together. He went to a different high school than I
did, so we didn't see much of each other during our freshman year, but the
high schools had consolidated Driver's Ed, so we got to hook up again. Like
I said, Kevin didn't mature much in middle school or high school, and when
he was 16, he looked like he was about nine. It made him a really good
target for bullies and teasing, and since I was a good target too, it made
our friendship that much longer.

Another thing I need to explain is my very strong foot fetish. I've had it
forever, and I remember playing 'doctor' with lots of my friends when I was
as young as five to get a chance to play with their feet. I don't normally
like other guy's feet, though Kevin was different, mostly because he was so
small. That's where this story starts (sorry for such a long intro).

We had gotten out of Driver's Ed and were hanging out at my house for a
while since my family has a good amount of money and had a lot more stuff to
do there than most other places. We had to walk there, and it was quite a
hike for two kids without a car or a lisence. We went into the game room and
plopped down our books and our bodies, taking great comfort in the air
conditioning from the hot summer day.

Kevin kicked off his shoes and sat down on the beanbag chair and sighed
appreciatively for the rest. I spread out on the couch and tried to cool
off.

"I hate summer," I said.

Kevin said, "And when winter comes, you'll hate that, too."

I looked over at him and shook my head. "Nah. No way. Winter is better than
summer." My hormones were raging during those years, and my eyes were
inexorably drawn down to his socked feet, and his smooth legs showing out
from his loose shorts.

Kevin didn't see the way I was looking at him yet. He looked around the game
room and said, "So what do you want to do?"

While I knew what I wanted to do, I was worried Kevin would think I was
strange. I had wanted to get my hands on his feet for a long while, but I
tried to hide my desires as best I can. "I dunno," I replied, "What do you
want to do?"

Kevin shrugged and said back, "I dunno." It was a normal conversation when
we hung out together. Neither of us ever really did say what we wanted to
do, if anything. He looked around the room again, once at the computer (a
rarity at that time), and the big-screen TV on the far wall, then he looked
at me while I was still looking down at his socks.

He asked, "What are you doing?"

I blushed fiercely immediately and looked up at him then looked away.
"Nothing, why?" I tried to sound disinterested.

"You were staring at my feet."

I shrugged a little, though I was still blushing. I hate the way my cheeks
defy me.

"Why?" he persisted.

I was silent for a while, wondering if I should even say anything. I never
really hid anything like this before, but we were both older now, teenagers,
and I didn't want any rumours (true or not) flying around school.

"C'mon, tell me why," he insisted.

I sighed and muttered softly.

"What?" Kevin asked.

"I said I just like looking at them."

Kevin `oh'ed softly and was silent for a minute or so, thinking this over. I
stared up at the ceiling and tried not to die of embarrassment. "Why do you
like looking at my feet?"

I didn't know what a foot fetish was at that time, so I answered, "I dunno."

I noticed some movement from him and I moved my eyes over to see what he was
doing. He was taking off his socks! My eyes widened as I realized what he
was doing. Again, I could not pull my gaze away. I had seen Kevin's barefeet
many times before, but this was something different. Was he taking off his
socks because of what I said?

His feet were small, maybe about a size four, and looked so soft and sexy.
He raised one, showing me the sole of his foot and said with a slight smile,
"You can look all you want."

I sat up some and let my eyes look lustfully upon him. My voice nearly
cracked when I said, "Can I touch them, Kevin?"

He seemed a little surprised about this, but nodded. I scooted off the
couch, now very hard with the anticipation of doing something that was very
sexual for me. I took his foot in my hands as I sat in front of him, letting
my fingers explore and touch his skin. His foot was slightly moist from the
warmth of the day, and I could slightly smell them, which only drove my
arousal even higher.

After only a minute or so of massaging and caressing his foot, I raised it
to my face and nestled my nose between his toes and inhaled deeply.

"What are you doing?" he asked quickly, though he didn't pull his foot away.

I blushed deeply again and lowered his foot, murmuring, "Smelling them."

Kevin `oh'ed and smiled a little again, raising his foot and putting it
against my face again. "Go ahead," he said softly, and I obliged, taking
deep breathes, closing my eyes and holding his foot to my face. I was in
heaven. Suddenly, I was needing to suck on his feet, something I had never
done before to anyone. I slipped two of his toes into my mouth and licked
around them.

Kevin let out a small gasp of surprise, but again, he didn't pull away. I
opened my eyes and looked up at him with almost a pleading look, and he
seemed to understand and accept my need. While I licked and suckled on one
of his small feet, I wrapped my other hand around his other foot and brought
it up as well. Kevin let me taste both of his feet all over, give them
sensual and very erotic kisses.

My eyes gazed up his legs to his crotch and I saw that his shorts were
tented out. I was surprised and entranced. I had never thought of Kevin in a
sexual way, even though I had thought of doing these things to Kevin's feet.
Anything beyond that never occurred to me, until then.

I needed to see his cock, I wanted to touch it so bad. I had a hot desire to
have his cock in my mouth. My mind suddenly remembered a sexual game that
another friend of mine had mentioned back in middle school, and I thought it
would be a great way to get my hands inside Kevin's shorts.

Reluctantly, I lowered Kevin's feet and looked up at him and murmured, "Do
you want to play a game?"

Kevin tilted his head to the side and asked, "What game?"

"Chicken or Brave."

Kevin looked unsure. "What is that?"

I chewed on my lip slightly, not wanting to scare him, but also not wanting
this chance to escape. "Well, it's easier to show you than tell you."

After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "Sure."

I smiled and lowered his feet down, scooting a little closer between his
spread legs. Reaching up, I put my hand on his knee and murmured, "Chicken
or Brave?"

Kevin blinked and looked at me not understanding. "Huh?"

"You either say Chicken or Brave."

"Oh... Brave."

I slid my hand up his thigh a little, just under halfway to his crotch.
"Chicken or Brave?"

"Brave."

Now my hand was a little over halfway up his thigh. My mouth was dry.
"Chicken or Brave?" I managed to ask.

"Chicken," he said.

I felt a pang of regret and pulled my hand away. "Okay," I said. "That's
it."

Kevin looked at me curiously, but didn't say anything for a moment, so I
dared to say, "Wanna play again?" He nodded.

I placed my hand on his knee again. "Chicken or Brave?"

"Brave." I slid my hand up to the second position again, and before I could
ask the question, he said, "Brave," again.

My breathing became short and slightly heated as I slid my hand up to his
thigh again. My eyes looked to his crotch again, focusing on the slight
tenting there. "Brave," he said again. This time, my hand rested nearly on
his hip, just to the side of his crotch. He hesitated, not sure what to do.

"Chicken or Brave?" I breathed out in a near-whisper.

"Brave," Kevin said.

I slid my hand over his crotch and gently squeezed his small cock on the
outside of his shorts. He moaned softly and opened his legs a little. I was
honestly surprised I had gotten this far. But I really wanted to go further.
"Chicken or Brave?"

Kevin hesitated again, not sure what was going to happen, but eventually he
again said, "Brave."

I had to scoot closer and twist my wrist around, slipping my hand underneath
both his shorts and his underwear, my fingers sliding down the front of him.
I didn't feel any hair as my fingers wrapped gently around his hard little
cock and soft, smooth balls, cupping them, squeezing very gently. Again
Kevin moaned.

My head was spinning as I explored my best friend's cock. I couldn't really
tell much with just feeling him inside his shorts. He was about three or
three and a half inches long and completely hairless, which only fueled my
arousal. I licked my lips and whispered, "Chicken or Brave?"

Kevin stopped his soft moaning and looked at me, focusing his eyes and asked
in a similar whisper, "What happens if I say Brave?"

I blushed hotly and whispered, "I put it in my mouth."

Kevin licked his own lips and thought about this for a moment before
whispering, "Brave... but let's go up to your room."


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