Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2024 20:14:55 +0000
From: Crate Appleby <CrateAppleby@proton.me>
Subject: Between a Rock and Soft Feet, Chapter 1

Caught Between a Rock and Soft Feet
by Rusty Bollocks
A Noir Boi Stori

(M/b, feet, historical)

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Chapter 1 - The Almond Joy Incident

I'm a dick. A private dick. My name is Bollocks, Rusty Bollocks. If you
know anything about dicks you know we like to poke our heads in places
people are afraid to go. We live in the pocked, dark and stinking wet
streets of every town, Earth, pulling back the curtains on crime, exposing
and laying bare the dark side of women beaters and men that prey on the
innocent. I've got a one room office in a three-story walk-up, toilet down
the hall. The Post Corn Toasties cereal calender on the wall says it's
August '46, but it's at least November. Clock on the wall reads 4:19, but
those batteries died sometime in August. I'm a little behind on my
housekeeping.

I was about to close up for the night, my coffee cold and mind numb from
two hours of scanning phone records to nail down a cheating bastard that
escaped my hammer this time. I got up to flip the sign on the door,
noticing the neon marquee of The Strand movie theater across the street
through my window. It's reminding us that only one week remains to see It's
A Wonderful Life in bright white.

I almost took the door to the face as it suddenly opened as I reached for
the sign. I stepped back and in walked a leggy dame with a dead fox wrapped
around her neck. Still had the head attached. Looked like it was sleeping
except for the fact it didn't have any internal organs left. The smell of
expensive perfume hit my nostrils; that was Joy by Jean Patou. I'd know it
on a dead deer. It became apparent she wasn't alone when she yanked a small
arm into the room, gently but with irritation.

The arm was attached to a boy about nine, maybe a short ten. His head was
topped with a wool flat cap with wispy strands of fair hair poking out. A
smart vest, thin striped pants, and shiny black patent leather shoes
completed the vision of a very well-to-do pair that now stood in front of
me. The boy had the eyes, nose, and mouth that formed the face of a child
not yet laden with adult problems. There'd be plenty of time for those
later. I wanted to cradle his face in my palms and tell him everything
would be alright. But I didn't know that, and I don't lie to children.

He had an Almond Joy in his other hand, gripped so tight Ted Williams would
be proud. The Almond Joy was another give away. That's a brand new candy
bar. It hasn't reached the poor side of town yet. It pays to pay attention.

I sat back down, shook a cigarette halfway out of my pack, and offered it
to her. Ruby-painted fingernails accepted and placed it in a gold-rimmed
Meerschaum holder at least 10 inches long. I took one too, my tongue
fighting loose bits of tobacco as I first lit hers, then mine. Cherry red
embers grew in intensity as we drew breaths together. I didn't think to
offer the kid one.

"It's a nice night for trouble lady, what brings you and..."

"My son, Nathanial."

"...Nathanial in so late?"

The room was quickly filling with cigarette haze. Red, blue, and yellow
streamed through the window, refracted in the smoke, casting eerie dancing
images on my office walls. It made the room glow multi-colored. I banked
the image. Looked like something you see in the moving pictures.

"I'm Tommy 'Guano' Zapata's girl, Lulu Luscious. Nathanial is his boy. But
I swear Rusty, I ain't having him raised around Tommy. He's evil."

"Even evil people need their boy, Miss Luscious.", I said with smug
satisfaction.

"He murdered his mother because she forgot his birthday. She was
ninety-eight. She'd forgotten what toast is for."

"I don't say this lightly ma'am, but gadzooks. You have my attention, how
can I help?" I flicked my ash, it pirouetted into the ashtray.

"We need to skip town. I got a plan, but I need your help. I'll pay you 350
dollars, Mr. Bollocks. $350 for two days of work."

"For three hundred and fifty smackers I'd strip all the clothes off you and
tailor you a new wardrobe right here." I wasn't being serious but still
regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth.

"That... won't be necessary." She tilted her head slightly then coyly
smiled.

"She'd do THAT for free." Nathanial finally entered the conversation but
quickly exited upon his mothers disapproving gaze.

"Let's get you out from under Guano's thumb, Miss Luscious. Tell me your
plan." I flicked my ash again and watched it fall short of the ashtray. I
hoped I wasn't falling along with it.

Burning through twenty minutes and five cigarettes, the plan was set, and I
was all in. My first action was to watch Nathanial while Lulu did some
necessary foot work to set her plan in motion.

Great, thirty full minutes with an erection, and it didn't look like that
was going to change for a while. See, this dick has been bent for boys
since I was a boy myself. No idea why. As nice as Lulu's tatas were I'd
rather bob my head an inch and a half in the crotch of Nathanial for twenty
minutes. That's not something you see at the flickers.

-

Lulu left, leaving me alone with Nathanial, and telling him to be good. Up
until now I had been playing it cool, but I could literally feel the bottom
of my desk with my penis. My hands had not left my desk top, and my pencil
was getting a workout tapping out tunes to keep me otherwise occupied. The
cause had not left. He was still here, sitting silently across from me,
with only the tips of his shoes touching the floor. If I ejaculated right
now I'm sure it would have propelled my rolling chair into and through the
wall behind my desk like in a cartoon.

Currently, Nathanial crumpled up the packaging from his Almond Joy in his
palm and looked at me with his hand outstretched.

"No thank you, I'm full."

He smiled and I followed suit. Saints alive he had a nice smile. Nice
white, even teeth but with both canines missing. He looked like a reverse
vampire. I cupped my hands and caught his toss but missed the lay up to my
trash bin as Nathanial reached in his left vest pocket and pulled out
another Almond Joy. I stared in amazement, and if the wive's tale was to be
believed he was going to turn into a candy bar right in front of me.

He took his vest off, accepting he was going to be here a while. He walked
over to my coat rack and hung it up and sat back down.

"Do you have anything to do here? Fun I mean?" Looking around the room he
only found filing cabinets and the detritus of a private
investigator. Nathanial didn't have an annoyingly high voice. It was
measured and his tone well-bred.

"I have a fish," I responded, pointing over to a gallon globe of water
holding a sole goldfish. "Name's Marlowe."

"Kinda boring. Fish do not have hands. Or feet. No fingers." Nathanial
started swinging his legs, one after the other, front to back, front to
back.

"No toes", I finished his sentence. Nathanial took a second, and I could
see something form in his head. Grasping the Almond Joy package in one
hand, he bent down, and with his left hand unlaced one shoe, then the
other. Using his heel he slid off the other shoe, gravity taking over until
an audible thump ended it's short journey. The other ended up alongside,
two black shiny lumps now barely visible in the shadows. He took time
taking his socks off. He knew not to stretch them out, which for a....

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Nine and three quarters."

...nearly ten year old, was another sign of good breeding. That had to come
from his mother.

He wiped the soles of his feet with the folded socks, digging in under his
toes in an effort to dry them off I suppose. His toenails were trimmed;
there was enough time to notice that. Nathanial set the socks on top of his
shoes, and for some reason I had to fight off the urge to reach over and
grab them. For what?

"I learned to do this last year." Those were the only words for the next
frozen seconds as Nathanial tossed the Almond Joy on the floor next to his
dangling bare feet.

'Bare feet'. This is new. Kinda like hands if you blur your vision when you
stare at them. Weird shaped hands with really one function,
locomotion. Well, two now. I wanted his socks... why... to smell them? That
was new too.

In a nanosecond my penis appeared on my left shoulder dressed in red satin
with horns on the glans. Somehow my penis was holding a pitchfork. I looked
over and it said, "I mean, how often does a boy undress his feet for you?
Just look at the pinkie toes. They're adorable!"

"Rusty...Rusty....RUSTY! Over here!" My head snaps to the right and I see
my penis dressed in white, feathery wings folded in behind, and the glans
capped with the latest fashion in penis heaven. "Rusty, look, I gotta be
honest here. I don't see a downside. You're not going to hurt him."

"Watch this."

I snapped back just in time to watch Nathanial place his hands on the chair
seat for support as he used one foot to slide the package against the
other. Lifting the front of his feet up he captured it between the balls of
his feet, his big toes holding the wrapped candy tight. The length of blue
and white waxed packaging nestled in between the soles of his seemingly
praying feet. I didn't see what happened next because it happened so fast
but the wrapper was split open between his bare big toes with an Almond Joy
section peeking it's head out from the tip of his feet like a black boy's
foreskin.

"Why?" I asked, staring at his feet with an opened candy bar between them,
bare heels pressed onto the wood plank flooring. It was a genuine question.

"I don't know. Mother says I have nervous energy like my father."

"Does your father open candy bars with his feet?" Nathanial's whole body
shook with laughter, almost losing the prize between his soles. Without
answering he used his toes to scoot out a section of Almond Joy and in one
motion smooshed it under the toes of his other foot. White coconut and
chocolate squeezed through the top of his toes as he said, "This is the
only way I can pick it up and bring it to my mouth."

"Again, why? I like this a lot, don't get me wrong. You are a
very... entertaining young man." My penis seemed to nod in agreement in my
pants.

"I don't know. Father says I have no impulse control." Those were the last
words before Nathanial grabbed his ankle with his hand and pulled his foot
up to his mouth. I wish I could've slowed down time like they do in the
movies. Bringing his foot in, Nathanial tilted his head and with one bite
captured the half smooshed Almond Joy. His toes released their captive, and
it disappeared, with the only evidence remaining as dark chocolate and tiny
bits of coconut that comically circled Nathanial's mouth. I've never
laughed so hard with an erection. He smiled, white and dark clinging to his
teeth, I laughed even harder. If anyone was still in the building, they
heard us howling. It felt good to laugh that hard. It felt good to BE that
hard.

There are times in my life I regret, and it's usually decisions I wish I
would have made but did not. This was not going to be one of those times.

"I've never had an Almond Joy. Can I taste?" I should have waited for his
answer, but I started rolling towards him in my office chair.

"Sure, they're new. I love them." And with that Nathanial extended his leg
and brought his chocolate clad foot up, almost as an offering. He pulled
the hemmed cuff of his pant leg up as I closed the gap with hurried little
scoots forward, my shoes cartoonishly not finding purchase on my
floor. Taking in a moment that would only happen one time I took hold of
his heel, the whole of his sole laid bare before me. I'm glad I knew that
it was chocolate. It was smeared across the upper half his sole. The pale
instep and darker heel were devoid of the confection. I didn't close my
eyes as I brought his toes closer. This I wanted. I needed to see
it. Nathanial spread them as my tongue reached out and made contact with
the pad of his big toe. I licked it, then I inhaled it whole, cleaning it,
feeling his toenail gently scraping against the roof of my mouth. Chocolate
covered toe--you can put that on my Christmas wish list along with clock
batteries.

I pulled his pacifying toe out of my mouth with a pop. The pale pink big
brother toe shined in the room's still glowing neon. Sitting clean next to
his toe brothers, big brother looked like a fat white guy standing at a bus
stop with four negro brothers all standing next to him in diminishing size
order. I snaked my tongue between his still splayed toes, front to back,
back to front, bits of coconut mixed with chocolate and my gathering
saliva, I was making a pudding with his foot. He didn't giggle. It was like
he was used to this. Maybe Nathanial isn't foot ticklish.

As I finished up at his pinky toe, seesawing my tongue sideways between it
and it's toe brother, I caught a brown rivulet snake down his arched instep
making him flex his foot closed involuntarily, basically making a fist with
his foot. His toes folded over and deep wrinkles formed across the slightly
yellowed sole. I pressed my lips against his wrinkled sole and gently
kissed it, using slight suction to finish eating my very first Almond
Joy. I kissed his foot goodbye, and he pulled it back from me, leaving me
to wonder if I'd ever see it again.

My dungarees had been tented so long it was probably a permanent crease
now. Nathanial's gaze hadn't left either my face or his foot since his
offering, and even now he was looking at me, his face neutral
but... something else. It bugged me. I didn't know.

"Hey, Nathanial, that was awesome. I'm a fan now, thank you. Both of feet
and of Almond Joys. That is not something I'd ever say out loud. Do you
need to go to the lavatory down the hall? I have to...."

He cut me off saying, "I know what you're going to do. It's okay, I do it
too. I can turn around. Just let me know when you are done. Put one of my
socks over it and do it. That's what I do. It feels better." He reached
down and tossed me one, and I caught it with one hand. I stared at it, limp
over my fingers, slightly... damp? I received a giggle from him when I
brought it to my nose. It smelled of nothing, maybe roses, a detergent? I
fingered the fabric, slightly slick, but was that the fabric or his sweat?
I inhaled again.

"Why?" Nathanial asked.

"I don't know. Doctor said I need more fiber in my diet." Again laughter
filled a space that normally hears only sad stories from sadder people.

Nathanial walked over to Marlowe in his bare feet and bent over slightly,
studying the luminescent fish as it swam closer, as I retreated back behind
my desk holding his sock like a holy relic. I flipped it on my shoulder as
I unbelted and released my penis. Looking over at Nathanial, his back still
to me, I watched as he picked up some fish food and gingerly sprinkled the
surface of the water with colored flakes while I pulled my pants and
underdrawers down, lifting my buttocks up to get them past my knees.

I think I heard my penis thank me. I looked to my left shoulder and both
penises were grinning arm in arm. It was a weird image.

Reaching up I grabbed Nathanial's sock off my shoulder and, gently pulling
the opening apart, I slid it over my glowing red penis. Seriously, the red
neon bounced off it, making it look like a candied apple cock before the
soft wool blanketed it down to my balls, now pulled tight and hair
triggered. I bottomed out at the toe of his sock, the tip of my glans
rubbing against the inner seam of this boy's sock. This boy, the back of
whom I was looking at right now, bare feet flat on the floor. I gripped
both the footwear and my penis one more time almost violently upward, the
toe of his sock flopping over. That was it. Two strokes. I'm never this
quick. The void created at the sock toe was being filled with my ejaculate,
pulse after pulse spraying the inner walls of his sock. My sight flickered
then everything became red again, filling the whole room. Somewhere,
sometime during all this I yelled out the name Scotty Beckett. He's a cute
child star of the silver screen. That's neither here nor there because here
I sit with a child's sock, the entire seed-laden toe area of it hanging
over the top of my penis like a foreskin, still wrapped over my penis.

I heard more giggling and the words, "I know him. I saw him in The Jolson
Story this year."

I squeezed as I pulled the sodden sock up and off my softening penis,
cleaning myself after the best orgasm of my life. I placed it on the
desk. Only then did it hit me. He can't go home with one sock.

I didn't know what to say other than, "Thank you, I'm done. That was very
nice of you but, ahhh." I picked up the sock again and let it dangle from
my fingertips as he turned around. "Do you know what semen is?"

"Yes, I do, but I don't make it yet. Not in puberty but close though."
Nathanial reached and grabbed back his footwear while adding, "I don't care
about the semen. I like the squoosh between my toes."

I watched him as he steadied himself with one hand and put the sock on his
left foot, the weight of my emission making access easier. I saw white
globs seep through the wool fibers along the entire front edge of his sock
as he pulled it taut against his toes. Nathanial walked with one bare foot,
the other leaving a dark stain upon every footstep back to his shoes and
sock.

"Hey, I just cleaned that foot!" That was the best mock protest ever, in my
life. He smiled and I saw those teeth again. Never so badly have I wanted
to be reverse vampire bitten by a nine-and-three-quarter-year-old. My neck
sucked purple with a row of teeth marks indenting my skin except for two
missing canine teeth. I watched Nathanial sit down and make himself whole
again in silence.

We passed the couple hours with Nathanial consuming two more Almond Joys,
playing cards, and him teaching me three new games, one of which I think he
made up on the spot. We shared our lips via a cola bottle from my icebox
and donuts from yesterday. Around 8:15 Nathanial snuck his shoe off and
plopped his loaded sock and foot on my desk. He squeezed his toes with his
fingers as he wiggled them through his sock, a deeper dark stain an inch
and a half past where his toes ended. It looked slick. I reached over and
grabbed his whole foot using my fingers to manipulate his toes, kneading
them. They were... warm, my ejaculate, still wet. I envisioned his bare
left foot, pools of white between his toes. I pulled back my hand and
stared at the obvious results of my earlier display. A sticky film coated
my fingers and palm. That was me on him. The makings of him all but drying
useless on his prepubescent foot. I banked that image as well. I planned on
taking withdrawals till I was in the negative. He put his shoe back on and
that was the end of that.

At 8:40 Lulu came rushing through the door, panting and visibly upset. The
fox was gone and so was her calm. "I have to show you Nathanial's penis! I
have to prove something to you."

"Well, I don't know what it will prove for you, but I do know what it will
prove to me."

Nathanial laughed but Lulu passed it by.

"Nathanial, show the dick your penis please." Never had Rusty heard someone
be so adamant, not since he'd heard "That really does not belong there,
please for the love of Babe Ruth take it out!" screamed from underneath
Wrigley Field left hand bleachers back in 1938.

end chapter one