Our eyes caught each other’s, and Mike said in a stoned voice, “This is just what I needed Craig, A young guy servicing my tired feet”
I must have sucked and kissed both of those feet till every droplet of sweat was removed. I was bursting to cum, my cock was leaking, but I was satisfied with the action I was getting.
After hours’ worth of sucking, worshipping and massaging this guy’s amazing socked feet, Mike said, “Right, I’m gonna have another joint and turn in. Fancy riding with me to Cornwall tomorrow?”
Typically I had already paid for my train ticket.
“That would be great” I replied. “Well, let it be breakfast for seven; make sure you are prompt, Craig.”
I slept well, really well. I set my alarm for 6:15, had a shower, and changed back into yesterday’s clothes.
I saw Mike there eating a fry up. I said hello and grabbed a croissant and a coffee.
We got in the cab before seven. I buckled up, and I felt better than I had in a long time.
Mike put his hand on my knee “You okay, Craig?”
“Yes, better than ever, and I really appreciate the lift”
“No worries, nice to have the company” Dan replied.
“So I am heading to Truro, and I’ll stop to eat at the Moto service station in about 5 hours.”
“Sounds good to me”, I replied.
We chatted about his marriage and how it had gone sour after the first baby arrived. T
The constant lack of sleep, him having to work extra shifts, never a meal on the table, and housework never done. So he did it all.
Never any clean washing, yet he tried everything to support her online shopping addiction. Every kitchen gadget, so many clothes, toys for the baby that were way too old for her.
Things got worse when daughter number two arrived!
All the baby clothes from two years ago were not good enough for the new arrival; same with the toys.
Reminders and bills were deleted from her inbox. Then they were out of her mind.
I could see him getting more and more frustrated, so I changed the subject.
“Are you staying overnight in Truro?” I asked.
“Yes, find a Travelodge or Premier Inn”
“Fancy a few beers? I am only stopping with my folks for a few nights till I can rent a room, so I am in no hurry.”
“That would be nice” I looked over at his boots on the pedals, thinking about his socked feet.
To be honest id been thinking about nothing else, well, except his cock.
He had dark brown hair, and I was thinking about his chest and pubes. I could see some chest hair coming out from the top of his T-shirt.
We arrived at Moto at no time. We had a quick coffee, and I bought us lunch from M&S to eat in the cab.
He caught me looking at his boots again. “ I know what you're looking at.”
He smiled and said, “Later, Craig, if you're a good boy”
It was lovely seeing Cornwall again, even though I wasn’t in Zennor yet. The air smelt fresh and the familiar surroundings were like a warm hug, unlike the coldness of London.
We got to the yard in Truro. Full of HGVs at this huge farm feed warehouse, he went off to find the other staff, and I watched him help the other guys take off huge pallets of stock.
He went into the office for what seemed like ages, then returned.
I had texted my folks: I was sorry but arriving a day later; they were cool.
“Tom is gonna join us for a beer,” Mike said as he got into the cab.
“Nice one,” I said and thought nothing of it.
He winked at me, and it went straight to my cock, although I knew at most I’d get to worship his stinking socks.
We arrived at the Premier Inn, slightly more upmarket than a Travellodge, just outside Truro.
We both booked a room online and checked in. The beds are always superking and comfy. Again, like the last hotel and budget resteraunt adjoining the hotel.
“See you at eight?” “Sure, see you there, Mike”
I had another shower, this time put on fresh clothes and aftershave and messaged a few mates to tell them I am back. All two of them. Lorraine and Camilla. I felt so good.
Eight soon came round but was more interested in alcohol than food. Looked like Mike was the same, as he only picked at his Pizza.
Just as we finished picking pizza, Tom arrived, and we ordered quite a few beers.
It was went I out to have a cig with Mike, I realised I was quitel ight headed.
Tom arrived. Tom was bigger than Mike, must have been 6ft4, a little younger, with a strong Cornish accent. Blond hair like me and huge biceps and thick, strong thighs.
His accent turned me on, as well as his build and curly blond hair. He was a surfer. I was thinking about what he would look like on a board.
We were all there smoking like it wasn’t killing us, not a care in the world, when Tom suggested we go in his Cab for a smoke.
No need, I blurted, come to my room. I know the trick with the smoke alarm and the windows open here.
We took a few bottles and glasses of wine, and Mike got his weed tin.
Mike had pre-rolled, so there we all were on my superking bed. I got three cups from the resteraunt (classy) and poured us a cup each of white wine.
Mike sparked up and took off his boots and lay on the bed. He took a couple of tokes and passed me the joint. Tom, I was mesmerised by Mike’s socks; I could smell em. They were yesterday’s. He was wiggling his toes, teasing me.
Tom was sitting on the bed next to me, and I passed him the joint.
I was kinda wishing Tom wasn’t there as I was missing out on worshipping Mike’s socks, but that’s life. At least I’m in good company.
Mike lit another joint, indicating for Mike and me to keep the other.
It was strong skunk. Thank god id put a wet towel at the base of the door.
The joint was making me horny, and Tom looked a bit out of it.
I topped up everyone’s mug with wine, as that skunk was harsh on my throat.
Tom looked at me. “My feet need a rub, mate. I hear you're pretty good”
Fuck, I thought, “Yes, mate, I’m the best” My cock started throbbing. Well, this handsome, straight guy is going to let me worship his feet.
“Undo my boots then,” Mike said “Dont forget mine as well, Tom. Come up next to me so he can sort us both out’
Mike swung round, and they were both there. Laid on the bed with wine and a spliff, stoned and quite pissed.
They were chatting away to each other, relaxed and chilled.
I tugged at Tom’s laces and carefully removed his boots.
They were amazing, Navy thin socks that had gone thin under the toes and around the ball of the foot.
I went straight to the ball of his left foot and massaged really hard. The socks were shining with the day’s boot sweat and hard labour.
He finished off his joint and commanded me to smell them. Mike must have told him every detail.
I took a large inhale under the toes, and it was intoxicating. It made me dizzy with lust.
I massaged hard as I could all over his beautiful, ripe socks as he started moaning with pleasure.
I licked and kissed under the toes and carefully worked my tongue everywhere. I didn’t leave one inch unlicked, unmassaged, or unsucked.
My eyes were shut as I was so lost in lust when I heard Mike say, “My turn. “
He moved his feet right next to Tom’s. Again, like last night, not as sweaty but still tasty.
They were stiff from last night’s worship, and I was in heaven. My cock was itching to come out but id have to be satisfied.
After a few minutes of socked toe sucking, sniffing and licking, Tom was undoing his Jeans and whopped out his huge, hard, fat cock. Blond-haired balls.
I really wanted to suck it but did not know the setup here. Both these guys are straight.
Worshipping a guy’s socked feet is one thing; sucking their cock is a different ballgame, pardon the pun.
I continued working on Mike’s feet for a few minutes when I could help it, but went back to Tom’s.
They were better, more sweaty, must have had them on for longer. But I was being picky here.
I needent of worried when Mike said, “You’d better suck his cock before he cums Criag”
I did not need telling twice; I was there. Fuck, this guy’s thick cock was leaking.
I worked the beautiful head of his cock with my toungue, lapping up the precum like it was the last liquid on earth,
Dam it tasted so good. Slowly I slipped my mouth over the head and like a greedy cock sucking queer went straight down to his balls.
I coughed and choked, not really realising just how big he actually was!
Being not one to shy away from a hard, handsome, leaking cock I put him in my mouth again, slowly working my way to his balls. Cock in one hand and balls in the other, I was playing with them, slowly working him down my hungry throat.
“Fuck, you're good at that, Craig”, he moaned. His massive hands appeared over my head and slowly, with a good rhythm, started fucking my face.
Mike got off the bed, and I heard him light another joint. He took off the belt from his jeans and kicked them off.
So Tom was lying on the bed, me at the side, sucking him and now Mike’s leaking cock was just above Tom’s, ready for me.
Mike’s cock was more like Dan’s, about 7 inches, but man, that precum was flowing.
I had to taste it. I reached over and slid it in my mouth. Not spilling any more precum, I sucked it straight to his dark haired balls that smelt lovely and sweaty.
I was sucking it for ages when Tom got up and poured us all another wine.
We all stood up, drinking and panting at the same time if that’s possible.
We shared the remainder of the joint, and I went down to my knees and, holding both cocks, slowly slid Tom’s in my mouth.
Then taking it in turns one after the other. Tugging and sucking and enjoying every second. I was stoned, quite pissed and thought to myself, what a great first night back in Cornwall.
What a lucky guy, not one but two handsome tasty cocks to suck and enjoy.
Tom grabbed my head again and started really fucking my face. I loved it.
His cock was so wet with my pit it was sliding in and out, right down my throat, and I could tell he was close.
Without any warning, ribbons of cum entered my mouth with large grunts and “Fuck, taste it Bro”
I didn't say anything. I couldn’t. I was in heaven
I kept sucking. Every drop swallowed. I turned to Mike, still on my knees.
He pushed me to the floor and mounted my face, like press-ups, and just fucked as fast as he could.
Fuck I loved it, so sloppy, balls banging my chin, he went on for ages.
I wasn’t going anywhere. Tom had lit another joint and was still groaning, whereas Mike was silent.
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hen the pace quickened. His cock was throbbing even harder than before, and the words…” I'm gonna cum, bro” After a few seconds, a cannon exploded, fuck, I’ve never swallowed so much cum. Three almighty jets that felt it could have filled a small glass.
That lovely cream load in my mouth and down my throat.
He didn’t pull out for ages; like a pro, he took the joint off Tom and parked his ass on my face, which I dutifully licked.
“Finish yourself, Craig”, Mike said.
I freed myself, and it took seconds as Mike’s sweaty hole was on my face.
I shot everywhere, all up Mike’s back and over my stomach.
He finally got off me and passed me the joint.
“Tom”, said Mike, “Yes Bro?”
“Same time next week?”
With that, Mike blew weed smoke into my mouth and kissed me.
“MMM, my cum and weed. Love it.”
Not as much as me!' I said.
We all lay there two bros and me. We had fun. No hassle. No I love you.
Just male fun.
