Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 16:25:44 -0400
From: bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com
Subject: David's Foot Massage

Disclaimer:  I do not know David Silveira, Fred Durst, or
anyone else involved with either Korn or Limp Bizkit.  That
said, this entire story is fictional.  If you're under 18,
or if you aren't turned on by the thought of guys having sex
or licking each others' feet, then you should probably turn
back.  If you're over 18 and you love that sort of thing,
then read on, brother (or sister).

                    David's Foot Massage

     David Silveira dried his face off with a towel.  Man,
it was fucking hot out on that stage.  He was glad as hell
to be off of it.  He loved playing for devoted Korn fans and
everything, but sometimes, it just got way too hot on the
stage.  With a certain degree of recklessness, he removed
his white wifebeater and just kinda chucked it on the ground
as he walked off stage.  It had become soaked in sweat as
the concert had progressed, and he just felt extremely
dirty.  More than likely, he was going to hop into a shower
right now.  That, or collapse from heat exhaustion.
Whichever happened first.
     Fred Durst had been watching Korn from backstage.  They
had had their little spats in the past before, but Fred was
now on fairly good terms with the band.  He thought the guys
could still rock out with the best of them, and he related
to a lot of their angsty lyrics.  He knew he felt like that
as a kid sometimes growing up.  He found a now shirtless
David Silveira rushing to the green room, and flagged him
down.
     "Yo, good show, dude," Fred commented, adjusting his
trademarked red baseball hat.
     "Thanks, man," David hurriedly said.  "I'm goin' to the
dressing room for a second for a second, probably gonna take
a shower or something.  I'm drenched."
     "Yeah, and you fucking reek, too," Fred joked.
     David playfully punched Fred back.  He knew Fred was
crass like that sometimes.  The two of them walked into
Korn's dressing room, where James "Munky" Shaffer and
Jonathan Davis already were sitting on the leather couch,
discussing the show.  Like David, they were also positively
soaking in their own perspiration.
     "Hey, Fred," Jonathan greeted him.
     "What's up? Good show, guys."
     "Thanks," smiled Munky.  "Too bad they barely gave us
any time to tune."
     "Yeah, fucking Palladium bastards," spit Jonathan.
"Anyway, we're gonna go and maybe get some grub.  You guys
coming?"
     "I'm going to shower first," said David.  "Then I'll
join up with you later."
     "Alright.  Fred?"
     "I'll stay here for a bit, keep David company, I
guess."
     "Ooh, I get it," insinuated Munky.  He winked, mock-
knowingly.
     "Ah, fuck off, you nerd," griped Fred.  David was
trying to stifle a laugh.
     "Anyway, we're outta here.  We'll probably be at a
Burger King or something.  Catch ya later."  With that,
Jonathan and Munky departed.
     Fred collapsed on the plush leather couch where Munky
and Jon were just sitting.  David was looking around for his
keys so that he could drive back to the hotel.
     "Over there, dude," Fred pointed out.
     Grabbing his keys, David and Fred made their way to the
hotel where Korn had been staying while they were in
California.  They checked in and made their way up the
elevator to the room where David had been staying.  It was
two to a room, with Jonathan and Head in one room while
Munky and Fieldy stayed in another.  David had his room all
to himself.  It was nice, having that sort of privacy.
     "Argh," David groused, evidently in pain.
     "What's wrong?" inquired Fred.
     "Nothing, just my feet are fucking KILLING me.  I've
been walking around on them all day and they're just so
sore."
     "Really?"  Fred thought about this for a second.  As
David rubbed at his feet through his sneakers, Fred out of
nowhere suggested, "I could massage them for you, if ya
want."
     David debated this for a second.  He really wanted to
shower first, and having Fred massage his feet would be
sorta.strange.  Then again, his feet did really hurt.  He
was close to chopping them off if they kept hurting this
bad.
     "Guess I'll take you up on that offer." David said,
plopping down on the white leather couch in his room.  He
propped his sneakers up on the couch and then thought about
how much he really needed that shower.  "Have a seat, dude,
and start rubbin'!"
     Fred laughed and inched down towards the far-left end
of the couch and untied the laces on David's brown Airwalk
sneakers.  Removing first the right sneaker and then the
left, he was greeted with the scent of sneaker feet.  David
had managed to work up quite a sweat while he was out on
stage, as was evidenced by his slick torso and sweaty brow.
Given the general high temperatures of packed venues, his
feet and socks were no doubt moist as well.  Not at all
deterred from the scent, Fred then proceeded to remove
David's right and then left sock.  He revealed David's now
naked feet.  His toes were sort of slim and slightly stubby,
and the toes were spaced out fairly well.  The process of
removing his shoes and socks wasn't meant to be sexual, but
Fred did consider for a second that he was sorta undressing
David.  He was now only wearing a pair of light black Gap
jeans.
     Fred took a seat on the far-left cushion of the couch
and placed David's right foot in his lap.  He liked to think
that he was actually pretty good at these foot massages,
having given a couple of them to some models whenever he
visited the Playboy Mansion.  He figured that guys' feet and
girls' feet couldn't be all that different.  Plus, this
wasn't supposed to be erotic.  It was in the case of the
Playboy models.
     David placed his arms behind his head and laid back.
He was glad that Fred, who was a good friend of the band in
general, was helping him relieve some of the tension of
touring.  Foot massages always felt great under any kind of
duress, even if they were from another dude.  David and Fred
were practically brothers, though, so it didn't really
bother him.  He was enjoying himself a lot, actually.
     Fred started by rubbing his thumbs in concentric
circles over the fleshy pads of his right foot.  He then
pushed his thumbs back and forth in the spaces between his
biggest and next largest toe and the space between his
second and third largest toes, rubbing them back and forth.
He then pushed his thumbs in between the remaining two
spaces between his toes, working them back and forth,
sliding them between the two fleshy digits.  He then resumed
massaging the pads of the upper part of his foot with his
fingers, and then worked them down to the ankle.
     As Fred readjusted himself on the couch, he found he
couldn't escape the stench of David's feet.  What worried
him was not the smell himself, but rather what he felt about
the smell.  There was something heady and enticing about the
aroma of David's feet, and he couldn't understand why that
was.  The more he thought about it, the more appetizing the
odor became.  He tried to eliminate this thought from his
head.  It was pretty sick of him to find something hot about
what he was doing.  It was just an innocent foot massage,
and there was no way he was going to do something crazy like
licking his feet or anything.  Guys just don't do things
like that with other guys.
     David sensed Fred was nervous about something but kept
his mouth shut.  He was definitely enjoying this massage,
especially the feeling of Fred's fingers tracing up and down
his foot.did he really just think that?  He knew this
wouldn't have been any different if, say, his wife had been
doing this to him.  Then again, she never HAD done anything
like this to him before, and Fred doing it felt wonderful.
Now David was getting nervous.  It wasn't possible that he
was getting turned on by this, was he?  His dick was very
quietly stirring in his pants, but he reasoned that the
sensation itself was causing it, regardless of who was doing
it.
     There were similar stirrings in Fred's pants as he
battled with himself over why he was feeling like this as he
continued moving his fingers through the gaps in between
David's toes.  There was no way he was getting aroused by
this!  He grimaced to himself as he tried his best not to
inhale the aroma of David's sweaty feet, but that's always a
bit difficult when one is giving a foot massage.  His dick
itched as he placed David's right foot down and took his
left foot lap in his lap.  He repeated the same process with
his left foot as he had done with his right, except this
time he hoped David wouldn't notice the increasing bulge in
his pants.
     David had a similar worry.  The more Fred played with
and touched and massaged his feet, the more aroused he got.
Also, more distressing thoughts started entering his head.
He actually considered for a second what it would be like if
Fred, for whatever reason, completely lost his inhibition
and started sucking on his toes.  He then just as quickly
perished the thought from his head, realizing Fred would
never do something like that.
     Fred moved his fingers up and down David's left foot,
running them along the soles and kneading the flesh
tenderly.  He traced a finger up alongside David's littlest
toe, ran it over the top of the toe, then slid it back down
in the space between his littlest toe and his next biggest
toe, and then repeated the process for the remaining toes on
his foot.  He traced his fingers underneath his toes and
then massages his ankle with his index and middle fingers.
The longer he kept this up, the crazier he was going.  He
was starting to face the awful truth: David had cute feet
and he was getting turned on by what he was doing.  And he
really wanted David not to notice, but.but.
     Fred eventually lost it.  Taking David's right foot in
his mouth, he hesitated for what was maybe a millisecond
before latching his mouth onto David's big toe and sucked on
it fiercely.  He then slipped his mouth off of his big toe
and then, one by one, sucked all of the rest of David's toes
on his right foot in succession.  He ran his tongue
underneath his toes and wedged it into the spaces between
his toes.  He ran his tongue all the way down his sole and
sucked on the bottom fleshy pad.  He ran his tongue along
David's ankle and then ran it back up along the contours of
his right foot.  He couldn't control himself.  The taste not
only wasn't bad, but it tasted pretty awesome, actually.  He
couldn't believe that he, Fred Durst, macho lead singer of
Limp Bizkit, was actually licking the feet of David
Silveira, the sexy drummer from Korn.  This was insane!
     David was thinking the same thing.  He couldn't believe
that, in the first place, he was having his feet licked, and
that second of all, his friend Fred Durst was doing it!
More than that, he actually couldn't believe that this felt
really great.  He didn't even care anymore that this was a
guy doing it; getting your feet licked just felt amazing.
He laid back and let his cock spring to full attention, not
even caring if Fred noticed that he was completely turned on
by what he was doing.
     Fred had lost most of his inhibition by now and was
going crazy on David's feet.  He lapped up his trails of
spittle and allowed them to dribble down over David's feet,
letting the saliva collect between his toes and drip down
over his soles again.  He sucked on his toes with reckless
abandon and ran his tongue along the contours of the foot
with absolute glee.  This was so fucking hot!
     Realizing he had until now neglected his left foot,
Fred raised it to his mouth and ran his hot tongue along the
sole, relishing in the taste of David's sweat-laden foot.
His cock by now was itching wildly in his pants, too, and
like David, he didn't care if his partner noticed.  He
sucked on each of the toes on the left foot one by one and
wormed his tongue in the crevices between his toes.  He ran
his tongue along the nails of his toes and along the
underside of them as well.  He kissed all the way down along
his sole, stopping at his ankle to kiss that, and then ran
his tongue over the tops of David's left foot.  Fred was
amazed by how quickly this quickly turned from an innocent
foot massage into a highly erotic foot-licking session.
     Fred then removed his mouth from his left foot and
asked David in a husky voice, "Ya like that?"
     David smiled.  "That feels fuckin' awesome, dude.  But,
uh, I was wondering."
     Fred's heart stopped.  Was he about to ask what he
thought he was going to ask him?  "What?"
     "Could I try you?"
     Fred practically beamed.  "Go ahead, man!"
     With that, Fred and David switched positions on the
couch.  Fred lay down where David had been lying before and
David took Fred's position on the far-left cushion of the
couch.  David, not having done this before, attempted to
mimic Fred's actions as best as he could.  He unlaced Fred's
Adidas sneakers and pulled them off, first the right and
then the left.  He then removed Fred's socks, first right
and then left, and was also greeted with a sneaker stench
not dissimilar from his own.  Fred had some pretty hot feet,
he thought to himself.  His toes, like him, were sorta plump
and big, and his second toe was nearly as big as his big
toe.  The pads of his feet were also very fleshy, and he had
less space between his toes than David did.  The nails of
his toes just barely extended up past the fleshy digit onto
which they belonged.  They also had a fucking awesome sweaty
aroma that caused David to get hard all over again.
     He took Fred's right foot into his lap, much like Fred
had done to him.  He rubbed his thumbs in concentric circles
on the contours of his sole, along each curve and pad.  He
slipped his fingers in the crevices between his toes,
working them back and forth, and in the process bringing
Fred immense pleasure.  Fred was enjoying this as much as
David was, and he couldn't wait until he got to the really
juicy part!
     David continued working his fingers about Fred's right
foot, massaging the instep and running his fingers along
Fred's ankle and the top of his foot.  He loved the very
feel of his foot, made softer because of having to walk
around all day getting ready for the show.  Not having seen
much exposure to the sun, his feet were also a lighter color
than his legs.  The tan line ended at his ankle.  His soles
were a wonderful light pink color, obviously having seen
little light.  He continued rubbing and massaging his right
foot, putting it down only so that he could work on his left
foot as well.
     David continued what he was doing with Fred's right
foot on his left.  He massaged the fleshy pads of his foot
and wormed his fingers in the spaces between the toes.  He
ran his fingers along the tops of his toes and over the
nails of his foot.  He placed a finger on his littlest toe
and then, working his way to right, traced it up along the
toe, back down into the gap between the littlest toe and the
next largest, and then up along the next toe, and then back
down again.  He did this all the way to end of his foot, and
then traced it down along the side of his foot, seductively
tracing the finger along his instep and back down around the
fleshy region on the bottom of his foot.   For a finale, he
ran his index and middle fingers in concentric circles
around Fred's ankle.
     Both men were, by this time, hard as rocks.  They could
also tell that the other one was, David bulging out of his
Gap jeans and Fred sporting a hardon in his Quiksilver khaki
shorts.  Fred had a hot idea for how they could both relieve
each other of their burdens, as well, but first, he was
going to enjoy having his feet licked by an incredibly sexy
guy.
     David took Fred's right foot, placed it right in front
of him, and hesitantly licked the sole.  He found it had a
very pleasant taste, faintly cheesy, but still rather
appetizing.  He licked again, this time removed of all
hesitancy, and then a third time.  He ran his tongue
underneath the fleshy bulges that were the back of his toes.
He inhaled sharply as he did so, relishing in the hot odor
of Fred's sexy feet.  He still couldn't believe he was doing
this, but instead of being completely bewildered and sort of
disgusted, he was now very pleased and very aroused.  He
continued basting Fred's foot with his saliva, running it up
and down and all over his sole and toes.
     Fred, feeling how awesome this was, couldn't resist
again.  He told David to swing his legs up back onto the
leather couch.  Being faced once again with David's feet, he
had no choice but to resume his own foot licking.  His hot,
moist mouth engulfed David's still moist foot.  He took
three toes in his mouth at once and sucked on them hungrily.
     The two men lay there, sucking on each other's feet,
giving each other massive sexual stimulation.  Tongues ran
along toes and the backs and tops of feet.  Saliva collected
in pools on their glistening feet.  The room was aglow with
the fragrance of two men's sweaty feet and of the general
aroma of sexual heat.  This was the wildest thing either of
them had either done, and they were both enjoying the hell
out of it.
     Fred eventually couldn't take it anymore.  Sitting up,
he removed his foot from David's mouth, reached down and
undid the button and zipper on his khaki shorts, pushing
them to the floor.  David, not wanting to be left out of
what Fred had planned, likewise removed his own jeans and
pushed them down over his slick feet.  Both men's boxers
were both stained with precum, as they were both aroused by
the hotness of what they were doing.  Each man pulled down
his underwear, with Fred easing his white boxer briefs over
his engorged cock and David struggling to free his own cock
from its plaid boxer shorts trappings.   David was now
completely naked, while Fred was still wearing his trademark
red baseball cap and a plain black shirt.
     Fred ran his foot along David's naked thigh, with David
reciprocating in kind.  The two men ran their slick feet
along each others' bodies, with Fred sliding them over
David's slightly muscular physique and David running his
underneath Fred's shirt and massaging his hairy, stocky
chest.  The men scooted down further and David ran his feet
over Fred's coarse facial hair, while Fred toyed with
David's nipple ring with his big toe.  They continued their
footplay for sometime before Fred moved back on the couch a
little and placed his feet on either side of David's freely
hanging ballsack.
     Fred then inched his feet up the shaft of David's hard
cock and placed the girth of it in between the spaces
underneath his toes.  His intention was for David to do the
same to him, and of course, he responded.  He inched down
and placed Fred's cock between his toes, enjoying the
feeling of his penis throbbing between his hot, moist toes
and of having his cock played with by Fred's own slick feet.
     Moving his feet up and down David's cock, Fred, in
essence, began jerking David off with his feet.  When he
woke up this morning, he certainly had no idea that he would
be doing anything as crazy as this.  Here he was, sliding
his feet up and down one of his best friend's hard cocks -
not only that, but one of his best MARRIED friends, at that.
He'd always thought David was an attractive guy, but he
never actually thought that he'd be fooling around with him
like this one day, especially in the manner that they were
doing it now.
     David felt the same way.  He had never thought of Fred
sexually, although he understood why some women could be
drawn to him.  He certainly wasn't the most fit person in
the world, but there was a certain brazen charm to him that,
up until now, he thought only girls would find irresistible.
Now he was finding himself the victim of these charms as
well.  He thought Fred was actually really sexy, and he
hoped they could fool around like this in the future.
Amazingly, he felt very little guilt about what he was
doing, having a wife and a daughter.  He was technically
having sex with one of his friends, but the pleasurable
sensations that he was feeling overrode any guilt or shame
he could possibly be having right now.  He'd much rather
focus on the stud who was jacking him off with his feet than
on the marital or moral aspects of this situation.
     Speaking of, David, having temporarily been lost in
thought, began to do to Fred as Fred was doing to him.  He
started moving his feet very slowly up Fred's cock,
eventually picking up speed and establishing a rhythm, which
wasn't hard for the drummer.  Soon enough, the only sound
that could be heard in the room was the sound of slick feet
pushing the foreskin up and down two hot, throbbing cocks.
     Fred and David continued working themselves up into a
sexual frenzy, wanting desperately to keep this going, but
also wanting to get their rocks off.  They persisted at
moving their feet up and down the other's cock.  Fat, thinly
spaced toes slid the foreskin up and down the sexy drummer's
six inches.  Slimmer, farther-spaced toes jerked off the
very thick six-and-a-half inch cock of the attractive lead
singer.  The two men were lost in a sexual ecstasy.
     After a good ten minutes of jerking, David began to
feel the pressure rising in his cock.  He knew he was going
to blow his load soon, and he was sort of disappointed that
their fun had to end so soon.  He gazed into Fred's eyes and
saw the intensity with which he was working his feet up and
down his cock and he suddenly felt the itch to get off
approach even faster.  David started breathing heavily and,
knowing that a release was impending, started to buck and
writhe with the sensation.  He grunted as he let go one of
the juiciest, creamiest loads of his life.  The cum burst
out of his throbbing cock and shot up in the air and landed
back down, coating Fred's feet and toes and his own cock and
pubes.  A few less forceful streams dribbled out of his cock
afterwards and slid down Fred's sweaty feet.
     Fred, after watching what had happened, soon felt the
urge himself to shoot.  That was fucking crazy, seeing his
friend's cum shoot up in the air and cover his feet and his
own cock.  His feet felt all slimy with the cum basting
them, and it felt weird, but terrific.  His balls started to
draw up tight underneath him as he prepared to blast his own
load.  David kept jerking his feet faster and faster so that
he could get his pal to achieve his climax faster.
     Fred moaned louder and louder until finally, he let out
a groan and shot his thick load up in the air.  It flew up
just as far as David's load did.  It landed back down on
David's feet and in between his toes, and some more of it
dribbled out of his cock.  A few drops of it landed on the
leather couch.
     The two men lay back and reveled in the craziest orgasm
that either of them had ever had.  That was absolutely
fucking nuts, they both thought, as they slid their feet off
each other and lay panting for a few minutes.
     After about a five-minute break, Fred was the first to
make the next move.  He took David's feet, which were still
covered in his cum, and started to lick the soles again in
an attempt to lap up his sticky sauce.  He had never tasted
cum, and did so out of curiosity, but as he rolled it around
in his mouth, he decided it didn't taste all that bad, and
he definitely went back for seconds.  He wormed his tongue
in between David's toes to get the cum that fallen there as
well.  He licked up the drops that had fallen on the couch
as well, and then he ran his tongue up along David's cock to
get the last bit of cum that was still dribbling out of it.
He swirled his tongue around his still engorged cockhead,
licking up every last drop, reveling in how erotic and
obscene this all was.
     David was then inspired to do likewise.  He knelt down
by Fred's feet and licked his own semen off them, relishing
the taste of Fred's sweaty feet and his own cum.  Like Fred,
David had never tasted jizz before, but he certainly
wouldn't shy away from it now if offered the chance to try
any more.  He licked Fred's feet clean of his hot cream, and
then collected the bit that was dribbling from Fred's cock.
He rolled it around his mouth his tongue and then swallowed,
savoring his jism and wanting there to be more.
     The two men then started to collect their clothes that
they had taken off in their lust.  As David put his socks
back on, he told Fred, "That was the best foot massage ever,
dude!"
     "Yeah, you're telling me," Fred winked.  It had been an
awesome night, and he hoped that they could more stuff like
that in the future.