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The content is adult, sexual reading material which is primarily homoerotic in nature, contains particular sexual fetishes and is meant for entertainment purposes only. The author takes no responsibility for illegal accessing of this material to minors. All characters are fictional and any similarities of names or personalities with real persons are purely coincidental. Today, things being what they are, the author neither approves nor condones unsafe sex. Daddy
THE BACHELOR PARTY
Mickey "Daddy" Ray
My distant cousin, Audrey, was getting married, I wasn't much into her family, but I was sure her future husband Jim, was well worth getting to know.
The night before the wedding, most of us were celebrating early at my cousin's house. A winter storm had set in so we improvised a bachelor party for Jim, her fiancé. I was eighteen and on my first drunk, and feeling no pain. However, I was truly miserable being a horny, gay guy at a straight party. There were, after all, a lot of good looking bachelors and married men there to drool over.
The storm got worse, so when the party was over, all the unmarried men, including Jim, were double and triple stacked in various beds throughout the house. I was lying on my side when I heard some guys coming in the room. Squinting, I could see they had Jim in their arms and were carrying him over to the same bed that I was in. It was hot in the room, so I was only in my shorts under a light sheet.
They pulled down the sheet and they laid him down on his back, right next to me, and even though I was awake, I pretended to be passed out as they removed his dress shirt, shoes and pants and left him there in just his white tank-top, boxer shorts and black, dress socks. They tossed the sheet back over both of us and I was shaking just thinking about this handsome hunk lying next to me.
I would never be considered Chippendale dancer material; still, I'm no slouch. I'm 5', 9", and I've a tight varsity wrestler's body and plenty of muscle to go with it. I'm usually described as cute with my wavy red hair and slightly freckled pug nose.
Jim was twenty-three, 6',2", Irish Catholic with jet black curly hair, classic model face, (you know, with those full lips, bright green eyes surrounded by black lashes, all on top of creamy pale smooth skin), and it was obvious, even in his clothes, he worked out.
My back was turned to him when everyone left the room. My heart was racing in the dark as I laid there quietly for what seemed hours. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep as long as there was a chance that I might, at least, touch him you know where.
He moved quite suddenly onto his side, his face landing on the back of my neck. I could feel the warmth of his breath as he exhaled steadily and softly. Now what? I began to wonder, was he asleep or not? He moved in close to me, tossing his right arm over mine and I could feel the bulge of his man muscle pressing lightly through his boxer shorts against my butt. My own bulge grew considerably at this unexpected intimacy.
I came to a decision. It was hot as hell in that room, so I gently removed the sheet, tossing it on the floor. I got up and changed my position by lying on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. (If anyone asked, it was on a pretense of being uncomfortable, or that Jim's snoring got to me, even though he barely made a sound.), I figured, if all that movement wouldn't stir him, he was either very drunk, slept soundly, or was into the same game as I was. He never moved.
There I lay with the toes of his black cotton socks level with my forehead. Damn, he was tall!
Just as I turned my head to get of whiff of those socked toes, he turned again, and lay on his back. I waited a moment, again, to see if he was waking up. When all seemed quite, I gently reached the crook of his knees and pulled them slightly upward while, at the same time, I slid down as far to the foot of the bed as I could. The soles of his feet were just beneath my chin now.
My eyes were well adjusted to the little amount of light the moon filtered through the Venetian blinds and turning my head towards them, I could now see nothing but the soles of his thirteen inch socked feet as well as smell the slightly pungent odor that clung there. By the way, did I mention that I'm really into men's socked feet? I don't know why, but I've stopped asking and just enjoy my fetish.
Shyly, I lowered my face between the bottom of his toes and the upper pad of his left foot, sniffing cautiously and feeling my dick getting harder and harder. I gave both his socked feet a quiet kiss, then another one as I opened my mouth and slipped it over the first three toes of his left foot, sucking gently at them and tasting the sweat from his socks. Oh, God, this was great!
I got so involved; I hadn't realized his left hand, which was cupped at his side, had somehow lifted upwards and landed smack into my crotch. I could feel their warmth against my growing hard-on in the confinement of my briefs. I carefully reached down to check out its position, and skillfully, lowering my briefs, I released my cock and balls out from the confines of my shorts, and placed my, now totally erect, dick into the twining fingers of my, not-for-long, bachelor's left hand.
I was so nervous and excited; it took all I could not to cum right then and there. But I continued pushing my face against his black, smelly socks, sniffing and kissing, while little by little and, very carefully, using my right hand, I gripped his hand about my cock and manipulated it into jacking my cock up and down, back and forth.
I couldn't believe it! I got this beautiful, straight guy jacking me off while I'm making love to his big, black-socked feet.
Still, that wasn't enough!
I looked up to see where his head was and if his eyes were open. They were shut tight. His face, held up on a pillow, was in easy reach of my left foot with just a slight bend of my knee.
Moving my leg boldly, like someone tossing in his sleep, my ankle rested on his chest, my bare foot just inches from his face. No reaction. I could feel his soft breath blowing across the pads of my toes as I stretched them slowly closer and closer to his mouth ...to his nose. Touch!
His lips were on my toes! I gently tapped his soft, full lips. No movement, just a soft snoring sound. Taking another long whiff of his socks, I tapped his mouth again and then rested my foot there, my big toe just below his nostrils.
Suddenly, his full mouth twitched, opened and wow! He licked his lips! A thrill rushed through me as his tongue lapped against my foot. God that felt good! Do it again, I prayed. After that it was absolutely crazy!
His hand came out of my grip and off my cock as he suddenly turned on his back He then grabbed hold of my foot in both hands, brought it to his mouth, and began to kiss and lick it, alternately sucking my toes like there was no tomorrow. All the while, when his mouth wasn't full, he was mumbling "Oh, babe, oh baby!" Thank heaven no one else shared our room!
I was sure he was dreaming of, and making love to Audrey, as far as he was concerned, so I thought "Audrey" should do something nice for him.
While he busily continued to engulf my toes with his mouth, I turned slightly to my left and reached down, carefully pulling his flaccid cock and hairy balls from his boxer shorts. I curled and inched my way down along his hairy legs and thighs; not an easy task when your foot's in another man's mouth. I then began lightly tonguing at his low hanging balls, which caused his cock to grow hard and erect. I then licked up and down the shaft of his thick, hard cock while his tongue continued a pleasurable swirling in and out between my toes.
His dick became a sturdy nine inch ramrod with an enormous rubbery, salty and tasty pre-cum dripping head. Lucky Audrey!
The more I licked and sucked his at his cock, the more adamantly he licked and sucked at my foot. (Hmm, maybe Audrey and Jim have done this before?) His dick swelled and throbbed in my mouth. Even at the tender age of eighteen, I already had lots of experience at cock sucking and was giving Jim all I could give.
I was near the breaking point, so I grabbed my own eight inches with my left hand and began jacking off. His cock got ever harder, and he started these funny mewling sounds vibrating against my foot. I knew he was read to blast, so I increased my rhythm and went up and down his entire cock! My lips meeting his crotch and the puddle of spit and pre-cum that washed the pubic hairs there.
His legs began to spasm with the build up, and his hips rose up to shove his cock deep in my throat. He was cumming now! When he shot, two, three, four big blasts of his creamy and heavy load down my throat, I came too, some landing on the bed linens, on him and in my hand.
I kept my mouth on his shrinking cock, not wasting a drop. As his hard-on ebbed, his attentions to my foot lessened with tender kisses of gratitude and affection for "Audrey's" suck job. Without a word, he released his hold on my foot, turned away, curled up, and went quietly to sleep. I stretched back down and laid back, my cheek against the soles of his warm black socks, gratified and amazed.
I stayed there for another fifteen minutes or so, lying against his warm feet, reminiscing and sniffing myself to another erection and climax. Carefully I removed one of his socks and cleaned myself off with it. Tossing it under the bed, I'd let him worry what happened to his missing sock and why his cock and balls were hanging out of his shorts. After giving his feet one last kiss each, I got up, grabbed the sheet on the floor and covered us as I positioned myself back to the head of the bed and turned my back to his to avoid anyone's embarrassing questions in the morning.
Did this really happen? Did he know? Was he really asleep? The following evening at the reception, I found out.
We happened to be alone in the reception hall john when he looked over at me, grinned and winked. He said he'd hoped I'd be visiting soon after they got settled in, especially when Audrey goes to nursing school full time in another city. It's pretty boring sitting alone in an empty house, he continued, and that I shouldn't worry about a place to crash as they have a very big bed and he was a very sound sleeper! He turned to leave, paused, grinned that impish grin of his, then reached into his tux pants' pocket and tossed me a well worn and cum-stained black, cotton sock.