Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 12:18:02 +0000 From: Unky Matt Subject: Stan and Unky Matt - Part 5 This story is based on fantasy and doesn't mean anything about the inclinations of its author or reader. Please donate to nifty if you can and happy reading! Stan and Unky Matt - Part 5 When I got downstairs, Stan was laid out across the sofa with his bare feet over the arm at the end. He wiggled his toes as I entered the room. "On your knees and get licking!" He ordered. I got into position at the end of the sofa and started to lick his feet. The soles were so soft and smooth and I loved getting my tongue all over, giving them a sheen of my saliva. "Uhh, this is no fun," Stan grumbled, and I stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a little worried. "Well I'm all clean after our shower! My slave should be tasting my sweat! Go upstairs and find me a nice pair of socks and trainers. Meet me in the garage!" I did as I was ordered, rummaging through his sock drawer till I found a turquoise pair with dinosaurs on them. I grabbed his PE trainers and headed through the kitchen to the adjoining garage. Sarah had converted it into a home gym - they had plenty of money and it was a good use of the space. Stan sat on one of the training benches. "You may put my socks and shoes on, pedo!" He said. I knelt at his feet and put his socks on. I felt like a teacher in Reception class and the thought made me chub up. I then put on his trainers and tied the laces. He went over to the treadmill and fired it up. He started with a slow jog but pretty soon he was running flat out and I could see him starting to sweat, his t shirt dampening along with his face and neck. His hair was getting wet with it and after 15 minutes, he was a very sweaty boy indeed. Watching him run was a real turn on - he was so slender and athletic, his body just the perfect shape and a good amount of stamina. When he finished, he told me to get online and order us cheeseburger and fries from Burger King. I did as instructed. "Strip down to your boxers - you will answer the door like that!" "But Stan," I said. "Shut up Unky Matt and do as you are told or we will make it naked!" I stripped down to my boxers and Stan climbed onto the exercise bike. "Might as well work up a bit more of a sweat while we wait!" He started pedalling fast. When the doorbell rang, I answered it, trying to act casual. The delivery boy must have been a uni student with the afternoon off - he was maybe 19 and tall with ginger hair. He grinned at me as he handed the food over. I took it, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. "Get naked and get on your knees!" Stan ordered. I did as I was told and he tucked into his burger and fries, guzzling the coke and burping. He giggled. When he had finished, he took my meal and got down on the floor beside me. Slowly, he stripped off his soaking socks, wiggling the toes of his sweaty feet. The smell was unbelievable - 15 minutes on the treadmill and 10 on the bike and he was reeking. I loved it - sweet and salty at the same time and all boy. He grabbed a couple of fries between his toes and offered them to me. I moaned as I realised what was going to happen. Greedily, I took his foot in my hands and ate the fries from between his toes. The salty potato mingled with the sweat from his feet and I moaned as I chewed and swallowed. He picked up some more fries and I ate them too. Then, he used both of his feet to squash up my burger, making a real mess as cheese, beef and sweat soaked bread clung to his eleven year old stinky boy feet. I knew what to do. I licked and sucked for all I was worth, getting mouthfuls of squashed up food which tasted so sweaty now and gulping it down greedily. When his feet were clean, he fed me the rest of the fries, bit by bit, giggling and laughing as I ate from between his cute toes. "Good pedo," he laughed when he finished. Now. On your knees hands behind your back. I did as I was told and he disappeared for a few seconds, returning with his school tie which he used to tie my wrists together. He pulled just that bit tighter than he needed to and then pulled up a kitchen chair. He placed the chair in front of what was left of the squashed up boy scented burger on the lino floor and motioned for me to get into position. I knelt with my head over the burger mess and Stan placed both of his bare feet on the top of my head, forcing my face down into the mess. "Eat like a dog," he ordered. And I did. I had to use my tongue and teeth to scoop the food from the floor, as well as contend with Stan's sweaty feet, pushing my face into the floor and occasionally slapping me around the cheeks. When the mess was mostly cleared, Stan untied me and ordered me to clean up properly. He told me to meet me in his bedroom when I finished. I cleaned up and headed up the stairs, making towards the bathroom. Stan shot out of his room. "Woah, I told you to meet me in the bedroom. Where the fuck are you going pedo?" "Sorry Stan," I said, "I just need a quick piss first!" "Did I give you permission to piss, slave?" "Umm... no." I said. "No Master Stan!" He said. "No Master Stan," I repeated. "Get downstairs and bring an empty pop bottle from recycling!" He ordered. I knew where this was going and wasn't sure what I thought of it. But... I had promised to be his slave and it seemed a small price to pay for the hot pedo sex I was getting. I returned with an empty bottle and Stan ordered me to piss into it. It took a whine to get a flow going, my semi erection not helping but eventually the bottle was full. "When you piss, slave, you then drink!" He looked at me, total dominance in his eyes, his t shirt still sweat soaked. "Drink!" I put the bottle to my lips and started to chug. It tasted bitter and disgusting, but at the same time I felt really turned on. I was submitting totally to Stan's whims and desires and it felt good. When the bottle was empty, I gave a little burp and could taste the piss. I felt a little sick and took some deep breaths to control it. "How was that?" Stan asked. "Horrible," I said, "but... kind of hot!" Stan giggled. "I'm glad you think so, pedo," he laughed, "because I need a wee wee as well Unky Matt." He said the last bit in a babyish voice. "So get in the bathtub!" I did as I was told, sitting down with me legs spread along the length of the tub. Stan followed, stripping off his t shirt and shorts. I was struck again by how sexy he looked - his bare chest and tummy so flat and tight, his little nipples going hard in anticipation. He shucked off his boxers and stood over me. "Open wide Unky Matt!" I obeyed and Stan started to piss, the first little bit hitting my chest until he had the chance to aim. Soon his flow was hitting my mouth, boy piss coating my tongue and I started to gulp it down. It tasted nicer than mine - still bitter but a little salty too. Maybe because it was coming from a boy and I was a horny pedo? Who knows. Stan started to massage my cock with his bare foot as he pissed and I drank, manipulating the head with his sweaty toes and then rubbing his whole sole into my cock and balls. The stimulation was too much, and as his flow finished and I swallowed the last of his piss, I could feel myself spunking all over his feet. As I came down from my orgasm, Stan sat down against the other side of the tub, then scooted forward a little (he was only 2/3 of my height after all) and thrust his cummy, still sweaty feet in my face. "I want them spotless!" He ordered. I licked and sucked his feet for ages, totally at his mercy, my cock soft after its second orgasm of the day. I licked between and beneath the toes, sucked each toe, licked from top to bottom, swallowing all the sweat, spunk and saliva every now and then until his feet were clean. Stan got up and went into his bedroom, calling for me to follow. He was lying on his bed when I got in, his hairless boy cock totally hard again. "Suck me off, Unky Matt. I want tingles!" I got on my knees and gave him an expert blowjob. I peeled back his foreskin and licked his exposed purple head, moving my tongue over and under it and then tickling the part underneath where the foreskin joined. He panted and moaned at this, shuddering with pleasure. I took his whole nail in my mouth and sucked, alternating between suction and licking. I took a break to lick his tight, undeveloped sack, taking both tiny nuggets in my mouth and using my tongue to manipulate them. Then I went for the jackpot. Using my tongue along the underside of his shaft, I sucked in a rhythm, using my lips to wank him. He moaned and groaned as I worked and then I saw his whole body go rigid as his cock started to spasm in my mouth. "Fuck yes... tiiiinnnnggggllllleeessss...." He shouted. When his dry orgasm subsided, I climbed into bed beside him and he snuggled into me. It was only 1pm and I knew we had hours till Sarah would be home. What better than an afternoon nap cuddling an eleven year old boy in his own freshly laundered bed? And that's all for now. I've had some great suggestions, including a camping trip or hotel stay and getting Reece and his cousin involved. Let me have your thoughts at unkymatt@protonmail.com and don't forget that nifty needs your donations to keep going!