Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:52:54 EDT
From: Phootjb@aol.com
Subject: Fetish Fun With Cousin Chet

To set the stage for this kinky story, I have to venture back to my
childhood. It was then, at about age 7 or so, that I seem to recall being
first sexually aroused by two fetishes. One was foot-related: I can
remember taking off my new loafers and inhaling the leather smell of the
insides, as well as my feet themselves. This seemed to stimulate not only
my sense of smell, but my little boy cock, which would inevitably get
hard. This soon led to various forms of self-stimulation, like sticking my
dick inside the shoe for aroma transfer, and also taking off my new
leather-smelling sock and rubbing it all over my dick. That progressed to
hoisting my bare foot up and rubbing it against my dick, or rubbing my dick
against my foot.

And that's about when the second fetish began. On one occasion, while
happily giving myself a footjob after taking off my new shoes, I realized I
had to pee. So on a whim, I decided to dribble a little piss on my bare
foot --- no easy trick with a hard-on, but I was able to do it.  The
resulting aroma blend of foot and boy piss sent me into arousal heaven.

So, from then on, my little solo fetish scenarios almost always included
foot and piss action. What I'd sometimes do was hold off pissing until bath
time. Bare-ass, I'd get in the dry tub. Then, leaning against the wall for
support, I'd lift my foot up and out in front of me with my one hand while
aiming my hard boy cock down with the other. And I'd just merrily unload my
full piss load all over my foot, sometimes switching hands and giving my
other foot a drenching as well.

By the time I was about 10, I'd begun to fantasize doing my dual fetish
thing with other boys, as well as men. But I'd have to wait another two
years before I was able to make fantasy a reality. And that brings me to
the story at hand.

My step-cousin Chet was new to the family, as his father had recently
married my aunt. I was 12 at the time and still into foot-piss fetish
action, solo as it was. Chet, a hot looking, well built 17 year old soon
became the primary subject of my fetish fantasies. Despite our age
difference, we hit it off from the start. And when I caught him smoking
weed, I didn't think twice about keeping it our secret. I had to reassure
Chet every now and then that I would never rat him out, and he'd always
tell me how much he appreciated my silence.  Little did I realize that our
secret would serve my purposes nicely in the near future.

Anyway, my parents and Chet's went out every other Saturday night, and I'd
hang out with Chet, my unofficially designated baby-sitter. I always
enjoyed our time together, especially when we'd wrestle. Chet was on the
high school wrestling team and would teach me different moves, etc. It
wasn't the wrestling that especially interested me, but the close physical
contact it afforded me with Chet. And believe me, the "fetish wheels" were
beginning to turn fast and furiously in my young but calculating mind.

We always wrestled fully clothed, but on one particularly warm night I
suggested to Chet that we wrestle attired more like real wrestlers. To my
delight, Chet passively agreed, and so we stripped down to our
tighty-whities. As often as we'd been together, this was the first time I
had seen him undressed.

Not only was Chet well built, but he had a nice, clearly defined basket. I
tried desperately to avert my eyes from his package, as I didn't want to be
caught looking and then getting a hard-on as a result. Checking me out now
that I was undressed, Chet made my day by complimenting me on how well
developed I was for a kid my age. Wow!

As we wrestled, the feel of his hard body, not to mention his basket
occasionally, against my body was way hot. And I took advantage of
positional opportunities to "accidentally" bring my foot in brief contact
with his crotch.

How I managed to avoid a hard-on, I'll never know. Chet seemed oblivious to
these few fleeting contacts, as he was far more focused on showing off his
wrestling prowess.

After Chet easily (and pleasurably) pinned me, we plopped down together on
the couch, too warm to bother getting dressed. Chet grabbed the remote and
flicked TV on, as he seated himself at one end of the couch, facing the
TV. I, in the meantime, positioned myself at the other end of the couch,
assuming a semi-reclined position with my back against the armrest and my
feet stretched outward in Chet's direction. This was the usual way of
positioning ourselves when we watched TV together, except that this time,
not only was Chet practically naked, but I had a great vantage point for
eyeing his ample basket without being obvious.

The cable station was airing a movie far more sexually explicit than my
parents would have allowed, but Chet winked at me devilishly, commenting
that this would just be another secret between us. Chet really seemed to be
getting into the guy-on-girl humping action, making occasional lewd
comments. I was far more taken with the near naked Chet and his ample
basket to care about the movie.

It was then, almost without premeditation, that I boldly placed my feet
across Chet's thighs --- close to his knees, like a footrest. As he
momentarily flinched, I nonchalantly said something like, "You don't mind,
do you"?, which he apparently didn't. Riveted to the continuing movie
action, Chet, paying no mind to me, reached down to adjust his package. His
growing bulge did not escape my attention, or my ensuing excitation.

With Chet so absorbed and distracted, and me now totally hot and horny, I
moved my feet ever so lightly and slowly up his thighs and that much closer
to his crotch.  And it was then, without taking his eyes off the TV, that
he said that I better not get too close or I might "wake up the dragon".

Too far gone with horniness at this point, I just threw caution to the wind
and gave a quick poke to his basket with my bare foot, saying, "You mean
that dragon?"

And without missing a beat, Chet said, "Yup, and I bet you're too much of a
chicken shit to leave your foot there and face the dragon."

Holy shit, was I dreaming this?! So, with my heart pounding and my hard boy
cock straining against my underpants, I placed my foot directly on his
basket and left it there, savoring this first contact of my foot and a cock
(though yet concealed) other than my own. Chet said nothing --- he didn't
have to. The hardness of the bulge against my foot and his muffled moans
told me he was now as horny as me. And so I began to stroke the hard bulge
with my foot, as Chet slid further forward to give me better access,
uttering, "Oooh, that feels so good."

Now it was my turn to issue a challenge: "I bet you're too much of a
chicken shit to free the dragon."

And with that, he slid his jockies down and off so quickly that he
accidentally knocked my foot to the side. But at that moment, I was far too
taken with seeing this, the first cock other than my own. I was awe struck
at the sight of this long, thick, hard "dragon", which lay flat against
Chet's taut stomach, the large flared cock tip reaching his navel. Enrapt
in the vision, Chet gently lifted and lowered my foot back onto his big
teenage dick.

So finally, after six or so years of fantasizing foot-on-cock action with
someone else, especially Chet, here was my ultimate fantasy playing
out. And as Chet continued to ooh and aah, I continued to ecstatically
stroke the length of his twitching hardness, as well as his large hairy
balls.

With a break in the TV action, Chet happened to look over at my crotch,
commenting on my likewise horny state, as evidenced by my tented
jockies. And with that, he lifted my foot up and away from his groin,
pivoted on the couch with his feet extended toward me, and placed both feet
on my concealed bulge.

And thus, with my state of arousal heightened all the more, Chet proceeded
to give me a footjob in turn, working his feet all over my still concealed
organ, like a pro!

Shortly, he asked, "Am I the only one around here totally bare-ass?" And
with that I shed my jockies. Looking at my stiff boy cock, Chet commented
on its nice size for a 12 year old. Talk about an ego booster! He then
asked me if I started shooting a load yet. I had no idea what he was
talking about, and he kind of smirked, saying he'd explain --- maybe even
demonstrate, later.

I guess I got a bit carried away, because when I finally resumed
footjobbing Chet, he cautioned me not to press his cock so hard against his
pubic area as it made him feel the strong need to pee. Well, that's all I
needed to hear to trigger thoughts of possibly kick-starting my other
fetish.  And so I issued yet another challenge: "I dare you to pee on my
foot."

"Yeah, right", he replied sarcastically, "Like I'm gonna get piss on your
folks' couch!"

I then chimed in, "If we were in the tub, it wouldn't be a problem, or are
you too chicken shit for that."

I think he was more offended at my calling his bravado into question than
he was at the action I was suggesting. Anyway, he boldly replied, "OK,
smart ass, let's go."  And with that we headed off to the bathroom, with
our hard-ons bobbing as we walked.

Once in the bathroom, with the lights bright, Chet's cock seemed even
bigger. He moved close to me and rubbed his massive cock tip against my
much smaller one. I couldn't help but notice the thin, clear, sticky strand
of that now connected his dick with mine, and I asked what it was. He said
it was pre-cum and provided a brief explanation.

Saying that he really had to piss now, my horny anticipation grew. So we
wasted no time in climbing into the tub. The dry porcelain surface was cold
at first, producing shivering squeals from us both as we sat down opposite
each other. Chet situated himself at the end without the fixtures.
Undaunted, I grabbed a towel to insulate my back against the spigot and
handles at the other end.

Chet reached out with his big feet and sandwiched my hard boy cock upward.
I in turn braced Chet's immense organ upright with my left foot and stroked
its length with my right.  I then deliberately pressed Chet's pubic area
and he responded, "OK, you want your foot pissed on, here it comes!"

Chet was not adept at pissing with a hard-on like me, and it took him a
while.  Finally, with my feet still and my eyes glued to the piss hole in
his huge mushroom tip, he spurted a brief stream of piss, holding my foot
so that the warm, rich smelling pee ran down the full length of my foot. I
thought I'd faint from sheer ecstasy.

Chet managed about two more piss spurts for my waiting feet before saying
that that was about it for now. Realizing my own need to piss at that
point, I asked if I could pee on his foot. Saying, "What the hell", he
strategically aimed my still hard boy cock downward with his left foot and
positioned his uplifted right foot a few inches in front of my piss hole.
Having had plenty of practice pissing on my own feet while hard, it didn't
take me long to cut loose on his foot, running my stream from toe to heal
--- enjoying the long-awaited fantasy of pissing on another guy's foot. I
was also getting off on the intoxicating smell our blended piss had created
in these close quarters.

Although I'd emptied my total piss load, I suddenly realized that Chet had
only managed several, brief piss spurts during our tub scene. So, I teased,
"I thought you really had to piss."

He replied that yes, he still had more to piss, but really needed to shoot
his load first. Still not knowing what he meant, I asked for and got a
brief explanation. Anxious to see "white goo" shoot out of his dick, I
asked him to stand over me and make it happen.

Having now laid down in the tub, a towel under my head, I eagerly waited.

Chet had gotten up and stood over me, with his pissy feet spread apart on
either side of my legs.

And so, with a great close-up view, I watched my hot looking cousin stroke
his huge cock back and forth, enjoying both his body full of pulsating
muscles, as well as his ecstatic facial contortions and the groaning.
Finally, saying that he was going to "cum", accompanied by heightened
groaning, he shot at least five jets of white goo out of his piss hole and
onto my chest and still hard cock. Awesome!

Intrigued by this dramatic phenomenon, I ran my fingers through the puddles
of gunk on my chest, sniffing the unusual scent. In the meantime, Chet
remained standing over me. His cock had softened a bit, but was still
plenty big. It was then that he said, "Now I can finish pissing." And with
that, and not even asking me, he took aim and began to let loose a forceful
piss stream all over my chest, cock and balls.  This was so damn hot! In
the midst of this welcome drenching, I managed to lift my one foot up and
out, and Chet obliged me by finishing his ample piss load on my foot.

And so ended the most unimaginably hot fetish scene with Chet. Fortunately,
there were other equally satisfying scenes to follow --- perhaps the
subject of a future story.