Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 13:10:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Sebastian Fforde Subject: Skyler Gives a Foot Rub Part 1 Skyler Gives a Foot Rub Copyright 2008 Sebastian Fforde (Mb, feet, oral) This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading a sexually explicit story about a boy with a foot and sneaker fetish, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. Skyler Gives a Foot Rub Part 1 of 2 *** This is Skyler again. For those of you who read the smelly sneakers story, I just realized I totally forgot to mention something. This story happened a little while after my Uncle Jerry joined the Coast Guard. It's about my neighbor Craig and how I started giving him more than just foot rubs. Woodview terrace was two blocks away from my house. That was as far as I was allowed to explore by myself at that age. It was a little village of tiny brick cottages. The sign said `Woodview Terrace, Efficiency Cottages for Rent.' I lived with my mom and dad in a normal size house and I always wondered what kind of people would live in those tiny little houses. Being a nosy little kid, I was wanted to see what was going on when I saw a U-Haul parked in front one of those little cottages. A new neighbor! I rushed over to check things out. "Hey kid, I didn't even see you there. What'cha doin?" "Nothin'. Just lookin." "You live around here?" I nodded. "Well, I guess I'm your new neighbor. I'm uh, Mister Buckley. Craig Buckley. What's yours?" "Skyler Keane." Craig smiled. "Skyler? That's a cool name." I looked at all the stuff that was in the U-Haul and then inside the door of the tiny cottage. "Mister Buckley," I asked, "how you gonna fit all that in there?" "You can just call me Craig. It feels kinda weird to be called `Mister'. I don't feel like a `Mister.' I guess it makes me feel old," he laughed. "I'm not old yet." He paused. "Hmmm. How am I gonna fit all that in there? That's just what I was trying to figure out. Say, since you're just standing there, would you like to help me get unpacked?" "Sure. Where's your wife? Don't you have a wife?" In my little world, all the grown-ups I knew were married. Craig seemed a little upset when I said that. I guess he was a little touchy about not having a wife. "I'm what they call a bachelor. No wife, no girlfriend, no kids." "Don't you get lonely?" I asked, following him into the cottage carrying a small desk lamp from the U-Haul. "Nah. Hey, I just moved in and it looks like I've already made a friend!" "Who?" "You, silly! Skyler! You'll keep me company, right?" He winked at me and patted my head. I winked back at him. "That's right! I'll keep you company! And if you're lonely, you can pretend I'm your wife!" I remember how much that completely innocent statement caught him off guard. He looked at me very seriously. "I don't think you have any idea what you just said, Skyler. I'm sure you didn't mean it that way, though." We were back outside by the U-Haul. Craig looked around nervously. "Maybe you should go home now, Skyler. I've got a lot of stuff to do." I trudged on home, wondering what I had said to get my new neighbor upset. I thought I had been very nice to him, but for the next week, every time I saw Craig he seemed to be avoiding me. I figured he probably had better things to do than talk to a little kid like me. The more Craig ignored me, the more I wanted him to like me. If he hadn't started avoiding me, I probably wouldn't have followed him around so much, and things probably wouldn't have happened like they did. I spent the next few weeks watching him and hanging around his little cottage. My mom would get irritated with me. "Skyler," she'd nag, "that man doesn't want you bothering him all the time! Why don't you go play with Samantha like you used to?" I didn't tell my mom that I didn't like to play with Samantha because she was always trying to get me to show her my dick. She'd pull down her panties and show me what she had. I hadn't been very impressed. One afternoon I was hanging around Craig's doorstep when he came home with two arms full of groceries. "You again," he said. "Hey, Skyler, why don't you make yourself useful? My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them out and unlock the door for me?" "Okay. Which one?" "Left pocket. No, my left, not your left." I felt the warmth of Craig's body as I slipped my hand into the pocket of his tight jeans. My face was just about crotch level, and I found myself staring at his bulge. I could see the outline of his cock and balls, and could even tell that he was circumcised, like me. His jeans were so tight that it took me a lot of fumbling before I finally got the keys out of his pocket. "Round one is for the top lock, square one is for the bottom lock," Craig instructed as I struggled with the locks. Finally I got the door open. I followed him in. This time I was determined to stick around, whether he wanted me or not. Silently, I helped him put his groceries away. Craig grabbed a beer and a bag of potato chips and flopped down on his recliner. Then he noticed I was standing by the recliner, waiting for him to say something to me. "Okay, Skyler, what do you want?" "I dunno. I'm bored. Can I stay here for a while?" "Yeah, whatever." I pulled one of the chairs from the kitchenette over and sat on it, watching Craig drink his beer and eat his potato chips. "I'm kinda hungry," I said. Craig just looked at me. "Those look real good," I added. "I wish I was eating some right now. I bet those potato chips are real tasty." "Look, Skyler, if you want some, why don't you just ask?" "My mom said it's rude to ask." My social skills at that age left something to be desired. "It's more rude to be looking at me like a vulture waiting for me to give you some. Here, come over and get some." Craig was holding the bag of chips in his lap. I went over to him and reached my hand in to grab a handful. "Thanks," I said through a mouthful of chips. "If you want something to drink, take what you want from the fridge. I'm too tired to get up. Been on my feet at work all day." "Are you a mailman? Or a policeman?" "No, I'm a salesman in a photography supply store. I sell cameras and equipment and stuff. I've been helping customers all day. That's why I'm so tired." "I like cameras." "So did I, until I got this shitty – I mean crappy job. I went to college to be a photographer and now my feet hurt because I've been selling tripods and lenses and resin-coated paper to real photographers all day." Craig's feet hurt – that was all I needed to hear! I thought of all the times I had rubbed – and sucked and licked – my Uncle Jerry's feet. Poor Craig, he didn't have a nephew like me to rub his feet for him! "I'll give you a foot rub, if you want," I said hopefully. "That'll make `em feel better." I wanted to do something nice for him so he would like me. "Would you? Gee thanks, Skyler. Be my guest." He reclined the recliner back so his feet were in a good position for me to rub. I got down on my knees in front of him, struggling to get the laces of his dirty red and white Nikes undone. "Just pull `em off, don't bother with the laces!" he instructed. When I pulled off his sneakers, I was delighted by the smell that was coming from his unwashed white socks. There was a hole in the left sock. I learned later that Craig was really lazy about laundry and wore the same socks and underwear for a week or more sometimes. I set to work rubbing the soles of Craig's feet through his socks. "Thanks, Skyler. I really appreciate it. Ooh, that feels good! My feet don't stink too bad, do they?" "They smell okay to me." As I was rubbing his feet I slowly brought them closer to my face so I could enjoy the young man's foot smell even more. "You can take my socks off, Skyler. Make it easier for you to massage them." After I had tugged Craig's socks off, I inspected his feet. They were really big, but soft and smooth. The toenails were big and thick, and there was a little dirt underneath them. I was rubbing the arch of one of his feet with both hands, bringing his toes closer and closer to my nose. I started giving Craig a foot rub. "Ooh, Skyler, that's so good! Where did you learn to give such good foot rubs?" "My Uncle Jerry. I do this for him all the time." "Your uncle's pretty lucky to have a nephew like you." Craig lay back in the chair and closed his eyes as I continued to work on his feet. My foot rub was making him very relaxed. Slowly I rubbed Craig's soles and arches. I loved to hear the man moan in pleasure as I knelt before him with his feet in my hands. I rubbed, squeezed and massaged those feet, every once in a while stopping to sniff them. My dick was starting to get hard, just like when I rubbed Uncle Jerry's feet. Uncle Jerry always enjoyed sticking his sweaty toes in my mouth. Maybe Craig would enjoy it if I licked his toes, too. When my face was really close to Craig's feet, I cautiously stuck out my tongue and licked his big toe. Suddenly Craig opened his eyes and he jerked up. "Did you just lick my toe?" He asked in surprise. I nodded. "What'd you do that for?" he asked. "My Uncle Jerry likes when I lick. Sorry. I guess I shoulda asked." "No, that's ok. It kinda felt good. Keep doing it." I was too young to think there was anything weird about licking a guy's feet. But my dick was hard and Craig seemed to be enjoying the feel of my tongue wiggling between his sweaty toes. I continued to kneel in front of Craig, enjoying the salty taste of his foot sweat. "Yeah, keep it up. That feels great, Skyler. While you're at it, lick the bottom of my feet, too." I was happy to be making my new friend happy. My dick was still harder than ever. I licked up and down the soles of his foot, and then when I came back up I stuck my nose in between his big and second toes. Craig teasingly tweaked my nose with his toes. He gave me a suspicious look. "Do you know what you're doing, Skyler? I don't think you really understand what you're doing to me. But then it seems like you know exactly what you're doing. I mean, you're trying to get me excited, right?" "You're excited?"I asked. He didn't look excited to me. He just looked like was enjoying my foot rub. "Hell yeah, I'm excited! You're trying to turn me on, aren't you?" I didn't understand what being `turned on' meant. "I'm not trying to turn you on; I'm just trying to make your feet feel better." "Just stand up for a second, Skyler." I stood up, letting go of Craig's foot. He pointed his big toe to my chest and slowly moved it down my body. When he got to the bulge in my sweatpants where my stiff dick was, he began to rub my erection with the sole of his foot. "Well, it seems like you're pretty excited, Skyler. My feet really turn you on, eh?" "I'm not turned on!" I insisted. I still didn't understand what he meant by the words `turned on'. I knew that Craig enjoyed it when I was rubbing his foot, and that I was enjoying it now that Craig was rubbing my dick with it, but I didn't know anything about being `turned on." "Then why do you have a stiffy?" "Don't know. You still want me to keep licking your feet?" "Skyler, you're gonna get me into a whole mess of trouble. Take a look at this," Craig pointed to his jeans where his cock was. I could see that Craig's cock was hard, too. "Watching you lick my feet is getting me really fuckin' horny!" Craig exclaimed, rubbing his throbbing cock through his jeans. I gasped. "You said the f word!" Craig laughed. "What, fuck? Fuckin'? Well it's true. I am fuckin' horny right now. And you are, too. Yeah, keep licking!" Happily, I got back on my knees and started working on Craig's toes again. I put his big toe in my mouth and began to suck on it. I liked the feel of his soft toe contrasting with the hard toenail pushing against the roof of my mouth. I polished the toenail with my tongue. It was then that I began to understand that I was getting `turned on' and `fuckin' horny.' "Hey Skyler, you really like to suck, don't you?" "Mmmm," which was all that I could say, since my mouth was pretty busy. "You wanna try sucking on something else?" "Huh?" I looked up. Craig was rubbing his hard pecker through his jeans. "You wanna try sucking on this? You wanna be a cocksucker?" "Okay," I replied without even giving it a second thought. Foot, cock, what was the difference? I'd lick anything Craig wanted me to. I moved over to the side of the chair so I could get closer to his cock. Craig was already unzipping his fly. Then he fished into his boxer shorts and pulled it out. To me it looked massive. It was circumcised, big and thick, with a fat head and wiry black hairs around the base. Gingerly, I put my hand on it. It twitched. "Have you ever done this before?" "No." "Just lick it like you were doing with my feet." He guided my head to his head, and I began gently licking it. The sweaty smell and taste of Craig's cock was kind of like his feet, but a little different. The smell reminded me something of an empty eggshell, after the egg had been cracked. It also smelled a little like pee. His dick was saltier than his feet. The taste of the young man's cock was getting me even more `turned on'. The next time I see Uncle Jerry, I thought to myself, I'm going to try sucking more than just his toes! I was busy licking up and down the shaft, putting the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. I put the head of his cock and began to suck it really hard. Craig grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth off his cock. "You don't like that?" I asked. "No, Skyler, I like it too much! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that! Just try to do it a little more slowly." So I put my lips back on Craig's cock head, licking more slowly this time. Craig really liked when I did that. He would moan and gasp. Then he pulled my head off his cock again. "Lick my balls," he instructed. "Careful, though. No, not like that! Yeah, that's better." Now that I was licking Craig's wrinkly nut sack, my tongue was very close to Craig's butt hole. I started to wonder what Craig's butt hole might taste like. I ran my tongue underneath Craig's balls, sliding it further down, but I couldn't get to the butt hole from that position. While I was busy with Craig's balls, Craig was rubbing his own cock. His free hand had made its way to my sweatpants, and he had gotten my own hard dick free and was rubbing it, too. It was driving me wild. "Suck, Skyler, suck!" Craig cried with a sense of urgency, aiming his cock for my mouth with his hand. "Suck it now!" I rushed to put my lips back around that fat head. Without warning, my mouth began to fill up with something salty. It tasted like a cross between snot and pee. I didn't know what had happened. Instinctively, I spat it out onto Craig's thigh. "What was that? It tasted awful!" "Sorry, Skyler. I should have warned you that I was cumming." "What's cumming?" I asked. "Well, remember when I told you I was horny? You know, turned on?" "Yeah." "Well, if you turn me on it means I really really like you." I smiled. Craig finally really really liked me. "And when I cum it means I really really really like you, and that you just made me happy. I came in your mouth because you were making me super happy right then." If Craig was happy, I was happy. "And another thing. You don't have to, but if you want it's okay to eat cum. In fact, if you want to make a guy even happier, you'd eat it for him. It shows you like him." I liked Craig, and I wanted to make him happier. It didn't take any more convincing than that for me to start licking up the gobs of cum I had spat onto his thigh. Then I moved onto the drops of cum in the hair around his dick, and then to the drops that were still leaking out of his cock head. I decided it didn't taste as bad as I originally thought. When I was finished, I smiled at Craig and winked at him. I could feel his cum drying on my lips. It was sticky. I had just made him happy and he liked me. I was happy. Then Craig gave me the same horrified look that he gave me when I told him he could pretend I was his wife. "Now listen, Skyler," he said, grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer to him. "I don't want you to tell anyone about this! Not your friends, not your teachers, and especially not your mom and dad! Do you understand?" Of course I understood. I might have been dumb and naïve, but I had already begun to get an idea of what kinds of things you shouldn't talk about. Like I knew not to talk about some of the tie-up games Uncle Jerry and I played, and how Uncle Jerry made me lick his feet. I knew a lot of people, like my mom and dad, wouldn't like what Uncle Jerry did when he babysat me, and that they wouldn't let him babysit me anymore if they found out. And I knew that my mom and dad wouldn't like it if I told them that I licked the neighbor's feet and cock and that he had cummed in my mouth and that I had eaten it. Even though I promised Craig I would never tell a soul, he still seemed pretty nervous. "I can't believe I just did this!" he mumbled nervously as he struggled to zip up his jeans. "I could get in so much fucking trouble. Skyler, I think you should go home before your mother wonders where you are." So I went home for dinner. I felt all mixed up inside. I was happy that I turned Craig on and made him `fuckin' horny', and that he liked me so much that he cummed in my mouth, but didn't like the way he made me leave, like I did a really bad thing. Did he like me or didn't me? I was confused. During dinner, I felt something stuck in my teeth. I started pulling at it with my fingers to get it out. My mom didn't notice me, or she would have told me to leave the table and get a toothpick from the kitchen. I pulled it out and looked to see what had been stuck in my teeth. It was one of the wiry black hairs from Craig's balls. I put it on my napkin and finished eating my baked potato. The next day I sat on Craig's doorstep, waiting for him to come home from work. I knew that he'd been on his feet all day and that his feet would need rubbing and licking to make them feel better. I also knew that Craig would get turned on and fuckin' horny, and that he'd be happy if I made him cum again. To Be Continued *** Are you enjoying my story? 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