Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2011 17:54:45 +0000
From: Midwest Blue <midwestblue32@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just a Little Game of Footsie

Rick and I had our signals down. They were simple and subtle. We both
knew what we wanted, and we both knew it was important to stay under the
radar. Getting caught was not an option. It would have made things very
bad for both of us, not just at home but at school. Our dads, both of
whom were great dads in many ways, would have killed us. Having a gay son
would have been too much for either one of them to handle. And while in
the years since, I have supported many friends who needed to come out, I
have shielded my own father from having do deal with my sexuality. Many
people have criticized me for this but I love my father and I know his
limitations. His not knowing has not held me back in the least. But this
story is not about that. This story is about how Rick and I got started
and how we managed to stay under the radar during high school despite
have awesome, mind blowing sex, sex that in many ways kept us sane during
times that were anything but sane. But that is high school,
right?--whether you are straight, gay, horny (who isn't) or just trying
to get by.

Rick and I were fifteen when it started. I had had a things for guys for
a few years. I really wanted to fool around with some of my friends but
initiating such an action was not simple. I plotted for days and months
trying to figure out a way that I could ask one of them if they wanted to
have sex. I had to do it in a way that would allow the suggestion to be a
joke, if need be, and so that it wouldn't blow up in my face and expose
me for the gay boy that I was. At the time when Rick and I got started, I
hadn't figured out the perfect scenario yet, so I was still spending the
time at night, laying in bed, playing with my dick, pondering whose pants
I could get into and how.

Anyway, Rick and I had been playing one on one in his driveway. Rick had
a younger brother, but he had to spend the summer days at his
grandmother's house due to some behavorial and grade issues. That was his
punishment--endless days couped up in grandma's house, tending to her
whims, working through a workbook. Grandma had been a teacher about a
million years before so she was relieving a part of her youth--or at
least early adulthood--with young James as her star, and sole, pupil. So
Rick had the place to himself as his parents both worked. He was given a
list of chores to do each day and he quickly found out if he woke up
early and focused he could get the chores done quickly. This kept his
parents off his ass and left him with a good deal of free time.

On this particular day, it was too hot to play too many games. We played
a quick two games out of three series. Then we ducked inside his house to
get some water and cool off, heading up to Rick's room to watch some T.V.
When we hit his room, Rick sat on the edge of his bed and reached down to
take off his shoes. Rick was a decent looking guy, far from being a head
turner, but not bad looking nonetheless. He played sports, so he was fit.
He was probably at that point about five eight or so. I was glad to see
that he was taking his shoes off, because Rick had some very nice looking
feet. Of all my friends, I would say Rick had probably the nicest feet.
As you can probably figure out, I not only had a thing for guys but I
also liked feet. I liked feet a lot and would figure out ways to get my
friends to shed their shoes and socks, which was not all that difficult.
Usually, it just meant visiting them at their houses. Many guys hang out
at home barefoot, so seeing people's feet for me was easy. I found it
interesting that many of the really good looking guys didn't have such
great looking feet. But I was particular about what I liked. For me the
perfect foot is well taken care of, nails trimed, clean. The toes are
straight and the big toe turns up slightly at the end so that the tip of
the toe faces the sky (sort of). The arch of the foot is medium and the
heel and ball of the foot is very pink. Rick's feet met all of these
requirements, as did mine. So as Rick was pulling off his shoes, I was
definately interested in being able to take a good look at his feet.

I sat down on his bed and reached down to take off my shoes as well. "I
hope you don't mind," I said "but I'm taking off my socks too."

"Go for it," he said.

I peeled off my sweaty socks and pushed myself back on his full size bed,
wiggling my toes in the cool air. "That feels much better," I said.

He pushed himself back on the bed and swung his feet up on the bed. He
had taken off his socks as well. He wiggled his toes in reponse to my
wiggling toes.

"Yep," he said. "What should we watch."

I was watching his feet and didn't care what he put on the t.v.

Without even thinking about it, I slid my foot over and rubbed it against
the side of his foot. It was electric.

"We could play footsie, cute boy," I said in a mocking tone, a tone that
we used with each other when we complimented each other's asses or any
other feature.

He laughed. But he didn't pull his foot away. In fact he slid he foot
against mine, rubbing the sole of his foot against the tips of my toes.
My cock was instantly as hard as a rock. I couldn't believe what he was
doing, even though I was convinced he was just playing along. I decided
to push it a little more and reached over with my toes and grabbed his
toes. Then I slid my other foot over and he met that with his foot. As
our feet slide together, the room seemed to take on, at least for me, a
certain heaviness that I had never felt before. We were no longer
laughing, the only sound was that of our breathing.

Rick turned his foot and slid it against mine so that our toes
intertwinned against each other. The whole feeling of our feet moving
together was incredible. Even now I think about that first time and
shudder at how good it felt. I had no idea, even though I had fantasized
about playing footsie with another boy, how good it would feel when I
finally got my chance to do it.

I traced the tips of his toes with my toes. He did the same thing back to
me. I looked over at him and saw the huge bulge in his shorts.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice coming out of no where, sounding
like it could be an alien speaking to me through the walls.

I didn't know what to say back. My heart was pounding away at my chest.
And our feet continued sliding against each other as if they had a mind
of their own. At this point the rubbing and movement of my feet was total
reflex. It was something I never wanted to stop.

"OK," I said.

We turned our heads and looked at each other. He leaned into me and
kissed me lightly on the lips, as if he didn't know what he would
feel--would he get a shock, would it hurt or would it feel incredible.
His lips touched mine so lightly that the fire it created burned, burned
so good.

"I mean," he said, his voice shaking with nerves and everything else that
was going on, "That I want to stick my dick in your asshole."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"OK" I said again, not sure what else I was supposed to say. But I wanted
to do it as well. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a dick in my
ass and I wanted him to do it quickly before he changed his mind, or
before I changed my mind.

"Let's do it now," he said, an urgency taking over his voice. "Take off
your shorts."

"OK" I said. I pulled my feet away from his and pushed my shorts down my
legs and off the end of my feet. Rick was doing the same thing. I didn't
even worry about him seeing my hard dick and my bare ass. I looked over
and saw his hard cock pointing up at his belly button. God, it was rock
hard and leaking precum. The the smell of his precum was strong. He
smelled like a man who wanted to fuck.

Rick reached over and pulled a jar of vasaline out of the drawer of the
beside table. His shaking hands had a little trouble with the lid. And
once he was able to get it off, a flipped the lid across the room. He dug
his finger into it and pulled out a blob and slid it on his dick. He
pushed the jar at me. "Put some on your ass," he said.

I dug in a finger. I pulled out my finger and reached it down against my
asshole, and rubbed it in. I had fingered myself with jacking off and I
knew how good it could feel to have a finger in my ass when I was horny.
I had seem pictures and videos of guys fucking and they all seemed to
enjoy it but as I was smearing the vasaline on my ass, I realized I had
no idea what I was doing. How do you fuck? I had jacked off millions of
times thinking about fucking but I had never pondered the act beyone the
animalistic urges it brought out in me. It was sort of like looking at a
nice house but never thinking about how it had to be built, constructed.
How does one construct a fuck, I thought to myself.

Rick rolled between my legs. He was holding onto his dick. He looked at
me and pushed my legs back. My toes curled against what I knew was going
to be an odd feeling. I considered both the pain and pleasure aspect at
the same time. But Rick was not going to give either of us time to change
our minds. He lined up his dick and and pushed steadily at my hole and I
felt his dick at the entrance and then I felt him start to slide in.
There was far more pain than pleasure but was determined to see this
through.

"Relax," he said. "Let me in."

I did as he asked. I relaxed as much as I could and let his dick into me.
I felt him slidding in further and further.

"Jesus," he said. "This feels so damn good."

I could feel the heat of his cock in my ass. I set the heels of my feet
on his back and slid them down to try to adjust to a comfortable
position. My feet slid all the way down until they were resting on his
feet. We were sole to sole with his cock in my ass. I suddenly felt a
small waive of pleasure. I wanted to cum.

Rick had started to slid slowly in and out of my ass, short strokes and
didn't feel too bad. I rubbed my feet against his and curled my toes as I
thought about how erotic everything was. I felt more pleasure in my dick
and my ass. Rick's breathing had picked up. We were sweating.

I came. I moaned when I came. I slightly whimpered, I think. I said
Rick's name. He responded by cumming as well. He pushed himself into me
and I reached up and held onto him. He moaned slightly as well. He pushed
hard against me. Our bodies were in full pleasure as we both started
coming down from our orgasms. Our breathing started to even out even
though we were both shaking like crazy, pleasure and nervousness combined
together.

"Holy Shit," Rick said after a minute, he was laying on me at this point,
his body felt heavy but the feeling of him on me and in me was nice. I
kept holding on tight.

"I know," I said.

He raised up and slid out of my ass. He looked down at me and smiled. I
smiled back at him.

"That was awesome," he said. "That was fucking awesome."

"I know," I said. "Know what?"

Rick rolled off of me. He slid his feet over and we resumed playing
footsie, although this time our strokes were slower and restrained.

"We'll have to figure that out," he said.

End of part 1--Let me know if you want to hear more.