Originally written by JerryB on July 18, 2001 at 23:32:08:
Well, I couldn't sleep this evening, so I wrote you all a bed time story. Hope you like it.
JerryB
Foot Rub
We lay back at opposite ends of the sofa, naked except for bathrobes. It had already been a night of great sex. As I lay back I lifted his feet into my lap and began stroking them absentmindedly. I loved his feet. They were handsome. The tops were a medium cocoa color. The soles were much lighter with a slight golden tone to them. They were not perfect feet, but they were beautiful. There were no corns or calluses and all the bones were well formed and straight. The nails were well rounded and clean. They were smooth, and almost too well groomed, although I knew he spent no time taking care of them aside from trimming his nails. The toes were of medium length and evenly shaped, almost squared off. The arches were low, but his feet were not flat. Just wide, soft and inviting to touch. They smelled clean, though faintly of his sweat, which made them all the more appealing.
I also knew they were one of the most sensitive spots on his body. He loved to have them rubbed, but they were his most ticklish spot too. This is a man who loves to be tickled, but will never admit it. Actually, he hates to laugh from being tickled, but he loves to be tickled. There is nothing he likes better than having his balls, inner thighs and ass tickled while he is being blown.
And great balls they are, long and made for tugging. They have velvety skin that can be pulled tight. He loves it when I do that and then suck them or tickle them. I can tickle them for hours while sucking his fat cock. It's a good 8 1/2 inches and cut with a nice big head and a slightly more slender shaft. Perfect for throat fucking or long suck sessions. Anyway, his ass and balls and even stomach and pits love to be tickled. It gives him goose bumps and makes him raging hard. But foot tickling was usually off limits. He loved it, but I always went too far.
This night we lay back and I began rubbing his feet deeply. Long, firm, massage strokes. I worked my way from heel to the balls of his feet. Spent a good amount of time on the arch and heel then flexed and massaged the balls of his feet a few minutes. I grabbed each toe and popped it, then proceeded with long firm strokes under each toe. After his toes were thoroughly stretched, I began massaging his Achilles tendon and working my way up his muscular calf.
His calf wasn't all that was thick. As I stared up at the big cock and balls nestled between two muscular thighs, I admired the curve of his muscular stomach and the deep cuts of his pecs. At 45 he was still the hottest man who had ever fucked me. He worked out regularly. The strong, silent type was invented to describe him. His face was an unusual combination of cute and mean that made every expression compelling. A very masculine daddy who could be playful sometimes.
He looked so relaxed, nearly asleep. I stopped massaging. I was admiring the shape of his foot near my face. He looked out of one eye. I gave his soles some light teasing strokes. He tried to ignore me at first, but I persisted. I saw him frown and felt his breathing increase. He moved his foot and laid his other foot in my hand. I began lightly stroking it instead. Again he shifted and frowned.
"Hey, Jerry, rub a little harder, will you?"
I shifted to massage, but quickly began lightening the strokes again. I watched his face intently for what I wanted. I took hold of his ankle and began lightly tickling his sole.
His toes crunched and he tried to pull away.
"Stop tickling!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, you know I can't resist," I said.
I began a gentle attack. Hard tickling would end the game too quickly. I wanted him to laugh before I was happy. My cock was hard against his leg. He knew how much I liked this. Every bit as much as he hated it. Would he give me what I wanted? It was in his power to let me win for a minute. He knew that would make me so horny he could fuck me all night. Of course, he intended to fuck me all night anyway, but this would make me a hotter fuck.
I began drawing lazy circles around the balls of his feet and scratching lightly under his toes.
"He, he, he, he, he, he..."
I love it when a big, hot hairy man sounds just like a giggling boy. He pulled his foot back, but not out of my hand. I stopped tickling it and he laid it back on my chest. After a few seconds, I started tickling him again, a bit more seriously this time. I wasn't being greedy. I knew the game would end soon and that I needed to get what I could.
"He, he, he, he, he, he, he ...Oh, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Wait! Stop tickling! Wait, he he, he..."
He pulled his foot from my hands. Should I pursue and wrestle him? I decided to lay back and see what he would do tonight. He placed his foot against my chest and pushed firmly but gently up against my chin. Slowly he began rubbing my face with his feet. I pulled the toes of his right foot into my mouth and began sucking and nibbling. Nibbling tickles too, but he likes a little of that. I took advantage and scraped my teeth under his toes and bit his soles every so often, making him jump and giggle once in a while. Finally I settled into a long, sucking and licking session.
Each beautiful sole got a complete tongue bath and he lay back dozing. Sometimes I could hear light snoring as I sucked, licked and lavished attention on his daddy feet. After about 30 minutes, I thought it was time to head to bed.
I set down my beautiful pair of playmates and then shook my daddy's shoulder.
"Hey, wanna go to bed?"
"Yeah, let's go upstairs."
Time to fuck, but that is another story.