Cruising in aisle one

Boy interrupted 

I started cleaning up my apartment. I wanted to make it clean for Brian for when I invite him over. I wanted to have a nice long fuck session with him. We were gonna meet near the boardwalk on the beach. As I’m on my way I make sure I’m going commando. I’m practically naked except for swim trunks, with no shirt and no shoes since it’s near the sand anyway. I walk a block or two out of my apartment towards the boardwalk. My feet burn a bit from the hot asphalt but I liked the feeling of walking barefoot. 

The soles of my feet were getting dirty and a bit dark now. I felt horny feeling nearly naked, I just had my ankle bracelet out of sea shells on my left ankle and a shell bracelet on my right hand. I had some sunglasses to look at people’s shoes, most wore sandals but there were some espadrilles and canvas slip ons around which really gave me a hard on.

I sat down and stared on my phone using Grindr. Waiting for Brian, as I’m sitting near the water fountain on the boardwalk with my foot out, I felt something crush the toes of my left foot. It was a right shoe but a small navy slip on. I see that it was a pair of Toms. As fast as it stepped on my foot it kept going. But I recognize the ass of the owner, Brian was walking and half turned to look at me, he was cruising, it was so hot. He wore some tight shorts, a polo shirt , a nice beach hat, a watch and his Toms. 

My hard dick shot up and I followed him until I caught up, my big feet swiped the back of his shoe because I took bigger steps. I grabbed his right hand and we held hands walking side by side. I whisper to him if he wanted to come over. 

“First let’s grab a beer.” He said

“Alright.” I said

We found this oceanfront grill place and they looked at me because I was basically half naked but they let me through. We spoke casually and I had my foot stretched out and Brian’s Tom was touching my foot.

He knew what he was doing , he was getting me to precum my shorts. We drank some more and Brian’s shoe went up to rest on the front of my chair close to my crotch. He moved his shoe a bit and he hit my dick with the tip of his shoe, it kinda hurt but it made me hot. I felt a tingling everywhere when he kicked my dick a bit.

We walked along the concrete boardwalk holding hands, feeling hard. We walk toward the beach and I strip into my Speedo to go in the water to cool off, Brian takes plenty of pictures with his phone. I’m hard as a rock, Brian is still in his clothes he doesn’t wanna go in. We sit and chat by the rocks, my foot touches his shoe and leaves a wet spot. He kicks my foot away playfully.

I take him through a shortcut towards my place along some rocks. Hard as I rock I whisper that I wanna tear his hole up.

 

I take him to my apartment and he is quick to strip me naked. My shorts fell to my feet. He then steps on top of my feet, crushing them lightly while putting his knee on my balls and biting my chin.

“Arrr, hhha” he whispers 

“Ufff” I said

“I want you inside me daddy” said Brian

It was hot hearing this middle age man calling me daddy. 

“I want you to breed me so good.” Said Brian

I turn him around and I enter his hole. Slowly my large head hits his P spot making him moan with each thrust. I had him on all fours on my bed. I lifted up my leg and put it on the bed. My foot was next to Brian’s face. He tried grabbing and touching my foot. I then put my foot on his head. He loved it and got more excited. 

“Oooh yes daddy!” He moans

I’m entering and exiting his hole and in slow down so my big head can touch his p-spot. Each time it passes Brian moans. Love being inside of him, it feels like we are connected physically and emotionally. I’m making love to him. I lay him down as I’m still inside of him. His sweat smells so good and sweet, I lay on top of him as I’m fucking, his light and petite body and sweet ass is being hit over and over by my pelvic thrusts. Our legs are entwined and his short skinny legs are wrapping around my calf muscles. I feel his soft Toms caressing my skin which gets me harder.

I turn Brian on his back and put his legs up. His two shoes rest on my shoulders and I fuck him some more. I make the man moan loud enough where my neighbors may hear it. Brian put his two shoes closer to my head squeezing my head.

“Uuufff.” I said

I got harder and fucked him harder. I could smell his shoes next to my head. They smelled good, like flowers a bit. I then took him to the kitchen to fuck him by the counter. I put one of his legs up on the counter which opened up his ass more. I hold on to his hair, grabbing some strands from his receding hairline to pull back as I’m thrusting. I lifted one leg to the counter and placed my foot next to . Loved Each minute of this long fuck session. 

It was cut short with a knock on the door, I tried getting Brian to hide. It was one of the guys I fuck from time to time.

“It’s my friend he just needs something.” I said 

“Okay no worries I’m lemme hide in the bathroom.” He said

The guy at the door was a fuck buddy I got . His name is Chris. English man, About my height, 6’2. Maybe around 49, good looking, skinny but lean muscled silver haired daddy (very short hair and thin, balding) with piercing blue eyes. He was married with a few grown up sons but got divorced (kicked out) because his wife caught him with a man and now he lives here in the U.S. by the beach with his retired mother just a few miles away from me. 

He stared at me with his blue eyes. 

“Hey son” Chris said

“Hey umm dad.” I said nervously 

“Anybody home? You’re real dad?” He whispered 

“No nobody.” I said 

“well okay then boy.” He said giving me a kiss.

I stood in front of him afraid of what may happen. Here I was naked in front of him standing outside basically. He steps closer, I felt the rocks under the soles of my feet. I wanted to melt into the rocks and disappear. Chris stepped closer, his shoes nearly kissing my toes, I’m sure he would want to do that to get me hard. I see on his feet he is wearing some vans , blue ons.

“so how’s your mom Chris I mean dad” I stuttered 

“Oh your grandma ? Hehe, she’s fine at home cooking. But I don’t wanna talk about her, I wanna talk about you son.” He said

He Steps forward crushing my feet, pushing me inside, he is pretty dominant, he reminded me of my actual father, who wore the type of clothes Chris was wearing and at times he would hit us. My two brothers and I were stuck doing chores all the time, cooking, cleaning , outdoor work. Our father just worked and brought food to the table. I normally did the outdoor work and dad would help me out sometimes.

Us boys usually would spend our summers and days off in our bare feet. Our father was the only one that wore shoes normally. Sometimes being drunk he would crush my toes especially if we played sports like basketball. That would get me hard.

Now Chris and other daddies fill that void since I no longer live my dad. And I would t cross the line and do something with dad hehe. So I got older guys like Chris to fuck around with. And now I have Brian too, who I hope is hiding good.

The difference between Chris and Brian really is he is verse top, I’ve only fucked him once but usually fucks me. He’s kinda dominant, and usually wears nice dress clothes when he works. But now he is turning me on big time, he is wearing his casual clothes. A polo, nice shorts with belt. He was the because he left his hat, a beige hat out of straw. Usually for footwear he wears sperry top siders, he has all colors, brown, grey, blue, white. All leather, but he owns some canvas sperrys and wears polo canvas shoes. Sometimes driving mocs, and other loafers when he’s coming from work. 

 And in his hands he has a box. A shoe box, it was a new pair of Toms. 

“Look what daddy bought.” Chris said

“What are those for me?” I said

“Well no, can’t you see the size.” He said

The box said Toms size 10.5, in navy blue, too small for me, I am a size 13-13.5 depending on the shoe. But I normally just wear sandals anyway so I usually get size 14 sandals to be comfortable. 

Those shoes that Chris bought are for himself. Chris is my height 6’2 but he has a smaller foot than me. He is 3 sizes smaller and has a slim foot, possibly because he always wears shoes, narrow dress shoes and loafers, even when he is headed to the beach he wears sperrys to go there. He once showed me some of his shoe collection in a pic. It was only about a quarter of his collection, 

Brian is peaking through the bedroom but Chris enters like he owns the place, practically making me back up and I’m trying to slow him down but can’t. The older guy is dominant and each step he takes crushes my toes.

 

“ the place place …ouch.. is a mess… owww…my toes , uff” I moan as he keeps walking on to me.

“Oh yeah, why are you naked then. Could it be someone is in here!” He said and he pushes me into the bedroom door. Stumble back on to the made up bed. It was nice and neat now. 

The window was open, the bathroom shower is on. Chris goes quick to check and finds just a running shower with nobody inside. 

Hmmm he said. 

He grabs me and holds me tight, embraces me and my dick touches his shorts, I can feel his dick throbbing through the shorts.

“ you know I want you all for me boy.” Chris said

“Yes dad.” I said

“I want you quite badly, I will help you out anytime, food, rent, drinks , anything you name it.” He said

He is saying this and stepping on my feet, he takes the box of toms and wants me to put them on him. I do as I’m told, his vans smell sweet, like nice flowers, he wore them sockless, his toms smell brand new. I noticed that Chris wearing the vans sockless and he doesn’t sweat all that much they are pretty dry and I sniff his vans and they smell good.

“C’mon boy, on with it.” He said

I put his new toms on his narrow and pedicured feet and they fit perfectly. 

“I feel hot in these, they’re comfortable. I know they get you aroused.” He said

“Yes sir.” I said as I looked down at his new shoes. Tempted to caress them with my toes and he then steps on them.

I was in for it, Brian is long gone and now I’m the one who is gonna take the dick. Chris grabs me by the hair and I’m on the floor and he steps on my hand and then on my face. The side of my face under his new shoe, I look up to see. He is standing there, his skinny body bending down to look closer at me.

The new shoe smell on my face smelled so sweet. I loved being his doormat and he could wipe his shoes on me . He lived crushing my head and face, leaving marks. He then trampled me as he always does.

“I want you now boy, you are mine,” he said

“Either you cooperate or I will treat you like a naughty oh and punish you with a spanking.” He continued 

I feel my ass twitch, I told him that I was bad. He pulled my ears and brought me over his knees. I looked down to see his new toms and my toes slightly lifted on the ground. His right hand began to spank. It felt red hot, it stung. Chris made me count each spank. I struggled to keep it together my legs danced a bit but he used one of his legs to go over and hold my two legs still. The spanking went on for a while, I started to tear up, began thinking of how my dad would spank me growing up, keeping me and my brothers in check. My tears fell to land on the floor and then on one of his toms. 

“Stand up boy. Are you ready for what’s coming,” he said

“Yes daddy” I said

I was ready and went to grab the poppers, I see Chris unzipped his shorts, he was going commando, his 8” cock was wrapped with a cock ring on the shaft and out of his pocket was a small plug, lube, and poppers.

“Alright boy on the bed.” He said 

Here we go, I’ll need a lot of poppers to get through this one.

To be continued