Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2018 17:50:58 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Robert and his Dad's Feet Part 4

Robert and his Dad's Feet
Part 4
by Ralph Gordon

All rights are reserved by the Author. The author claims all copyrights in
this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed
without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales
and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their
anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individuals and
places.

This story is about Robert's intense fetish for men's feet, especially his
dad's, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing up and the
fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am telling my
story through the character Robert.

P.S. Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Please feel free to e-mail me at dadfootlover@gmail.com. I'd love to get
feedback from you!

Please read parts 1, 2 and 3 if you haven't already; they describe Robert's
earlier actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad's feet.

Robert's Sixth Fantasy: Penis-fucking with Dad

It had been several weeks since Robert's session when he submitted
completely to his dad's feet. Robert had made love to his dad's feet under
the supervision of Dr. Forrest in a steamy sex session where he unloaded
his youthful semen on the soles of his father's socked foot and then used
that same moist sock to masturbate his dad. This had brought the two closer
than ever before, their sperm mixing together inside the socks that his dad
had sweated in all day at work.

That session was very special because it symbolized the important fact that
Robert's penis was his dad's and not truly his own anymore. Any ejaculation
that Robert experienced had to be with his dad and this thrilled the youth.
Although he liked to think that he enjoyed having the freedom to do as he
wished with his dick, he secretly liked to have his sex life controlled by
older, more experienced men.

Every morning, Robert would kneel at the foot of the bed where his mum and
dad slept, peel back the white bedsheets and start waking his dad up with
gentle kisses and licks to his smooth, wide, tongue-welcoming soles. He
wanted to start licking the feet violently but practised self-control and
always started slowly, engaging in the tongue-bath equivalent of an alarm
clock with a gentle wake-up melody. He noticed that his dad's feet smelt
slightly sweet and tasted slightly salty, a natural relaxed man smell that
he appreciated all the way in the depths of his soul.

He loved it when his dad would start stirring because he knew his dad was
becoming conscious of his son's loving tongue as he came out of the dream
world. His dad would squirm when Robert slipped his eager tongue between
the masculine toes. He would often stop and stare at the drying saliva that
was left behind on the manly soles, admiring the fingerprint-type marks
that were found on the toes and soles that the glistening saliva enhanced.

He rarely ejaculated on his dad's feet in the morning as Dad did not have
much time to get ready for work. His heart always sank when his father
slipped on his black work socks and the sexy feet were hidden once again.

Soon it was time for the next session with Dr. Forrest and Robert couldn't
wait to see what was in store for him and his dad.

It was held on a Tuesday afternoon right after dad finished work. Forrest
lead both men into a special room which he called the docking room.

"Alright gentlemen," he said. "Welcome to the docking room."

In the middle of the room was something like a large door sticking up out
of the floor, about nine inches thick and almost completely transparent. As
he approached the door, Robert noticed that there was a TV screen on each
side of the transparent door, at approximately eye level. At approximately
groin level was a long hollow tube that passed right through the door,
about two inches in diameter.

"This is the docking station," said Forrest, smiling, probably at the
humorous name he had given it. "And this," he continued, pointing at the
long hollow tube, "Is where your penises will meet."

Robert felt a stirring in his pants and his eyes darted back and forth
between the docking tube and his dad's work shoes. His dad was already
slipping off his work shoes.

Forrest approached Robert and placed his strong hand on the youth's
shoulders.

"You've fucked your dad's feet, boy. And you've had your penis owned when
he slid the sounding device in and out of your cock. Have you ever felt the
force of a man's warm cum coat your exposed dickhead before? It's a
beautiful feeling."

"I guess it will be nice, doctor," Robert replied. His mind was swimming
with visions of thick streams of semen shooting out of his dad's pink
cockhead. He suddenly felt dizzy.

"Right," said Forrest. "You are going to position yourselves on opposite
sides of the door, facing each other, penises inside the docking tube. Now,
on the TV screens, well... you won't know what each other is watching, but
let's just say we've got some... personalized viewing experiences for each
of you." He smiled again.

Robert's dad was slipping off his work trousers in quite a hurry and Robert
could swear he saw a huge bulge in his dad's underwear. He couldn't tell
whether it was out of eagerness to see what Forrest was going to play for
him on his TV screen or to unite with his son.

"Let's not keep your dad waiting," said Forrest. "Let's get naked fast."

Robert slipped off his clothes and his six-inch hard penis stood at full
attention. He suddenly felt a bit awkward in front of the two men, but he
got comfortable very quickly as he told himself this wasn't anything they
hadn't seen before.

His dad's black work socks were the last items of clothing to come off his
body. When he saw them crumpled on the floor his cock twitched. He loved
watching the high arches move across the ground, carrying his father's body
into position behind the transparent door.

"Don't worry about lube," said Forrest. "There's a little button you guys
can press on the side of the docking machine to squirt some more into the
tube."

Forrest demonstrated this and Robert saw lube squirting out of four little
nozzles along the top of the transparent docking tube, lubricating the tube
in preparation for initial entry, so to speak.

"Although with all the natural lube that you two will produce, I doubt
you'll be needed much of that soon." Forrest chuckled as he switched the TV
screens on for father and son.

"I want this to be a proper bonding moment for you two," continued Forrest.
"So please hold each other's hands tightly around the edge of the docking
device once things get a little heated."

It was a beautiful sight for Forrest as father and son got into position
and inserted their penises into the docking tube, both men being a little
hesitant as their penises entered this foreign space in opposite
directions, with genetically similar penises for company. Both penises were
about six inches hard and the length of the tube was only about nine inches
so the penises couldn't be inserted all the way at first. The cockheads
bumped into each other in the middle, with the bases of each dick sticking
out a bit on their owner's side.

"Looks like your penises are kissing each other right now, " remarked
Forrest, walking closer towards the docking station. "Your piss slits are
right on each other and your foreskins are still partially covering your
penis heads. Absolutely beautiful. A unity of father and son very few
people will be able to see or admire in their entire lives, let alone feel
for themselves."

Forrest gave the lube button a few pushes and Robert felt the warm lube
coating his penis and dripping all around it. His penis became even harder
inside the tube and he felt his cock head slip to the side of his father's.
He was amazed at how good it felt, the nerve endings in his dickhead being
stimulated by the sensitive masculine entity opposing his own penis' eager
motion. A little groan escaped his lips.

"I see your natural instinct is taking over, Robert," noted Forrest. "Your
natural desire to thrust forward and fuck is kicking in. Don't be afraid to
fuck and feel your dad's penis against yours, man on man, father and son."

Robert was surprised when his dad reciprocated and thrust his penis hard
against his son's. That thrust caused his dad's penis to go underneath his
own, sending a shiver of sexual excitement as the base of his penis was
attacked by his father's serpentine dick, as if it was trying to push his
son's dick up and out of the way.

Robert tried to push his dick deeper into the tube, seeking out his maker's
dick, then stayed still for a while and allowed himself to feel his dad's
rock hard penis hit his cockhead on every thrust and then slide under or to
the side of his anticipating penis.

The first couple of thrusts from his father managed to push back his
foreskin completely. Robert looked down in amazement as his dad's hard pink
cockhead attacked his own penis relentlessly. He realized that both their
foreskins had completely retracted and it was just raw dickhead to raw
dickhead now.

It was as if their penises were wrestling, two rock hard phalluses pounding
against each other trying to overpower the other. Each thrust was different
because after their penis slits came together on each thrust, they went in
different directions after, depending on the angle of fuck and who was
thrusting harder. Soon they were exploring different rates of fucking each
other's dicks. Sometimes his dickhead would go over his dad's and he would
feel the powerful cockhead of his maker under the sensitive base of his own
penis. When his dad's penis went over his, he knew it was bringing his
father great pleasure, evidenced by the groans that he heard coming from
the other side of the door.

An interesting contest ensued, observed carefully by Forrest who was
studying the father-son interaction carefully. As the two men grabbed each
other's hands lovingly yet desperately at the edge of the door, they were
both fighting to try and get the base of their dickheads stimulated, both
trying to fuck upwards to slide over the other's penis so that the bundle
of nerves at the base of the cockhead could get the stimulation that the
men craved at their very cores.

Of course, perfect symmetry is not possible in nature and this competition
to dominate the other's penis by sliding above it did not always work, with
the slippery penises sometimes passing to the side of each other, each man
hoping that the next thrust would result in penis-wrestle victory.

Robert remarked that his penis was more purple in color than his dad's and
he admired that contrast. Both penises were getting redder and redder from
all the pounding and sliding.

Robert would enter a state of euphoria each time their piss slits would
meet, especially if one of them was oozing precum. Their penises were, in
those moments, truly kissing, just like two people exchange saliva when
their mouths meet. Robert liked to imagine that some of the precum he oozed
entered his dad's penis as their piss slits eagerly came together on each
thrust before the dicks slid towards their final positions.

It made Robert super horny to see their dicks squeezed together as each man
tried to thrust his penis as far as it would go, in a testosterone-filled
thrusting frenzy, as if a deep animal desire to fuck as hard and deep as
possible had completely overtaken their will. But there was just dick and
dick in this moment, just male sweat and male precum, a dad and son trying
to unite in a celebration of their love the only way they could.

"Hold still," ordered Dr. Forrest, placing a hand on Robert's shoulder.
"Let your dad explode his love juices all over your dick."

Robert tried to overcome his instinct to keep fucking his dad's sexy pink
penis inside the tube.

Forrest suddenly positioned himself behind Robert and wrapped his strong
arms around his chest. Robert could feel the man's penis pressing up
against his ass crack. The doctor then pressed a switch near the TV which
was at Robert's eye level and he almost got a fever when he saw what was on
the screen.

Robert realized that there was actually a camera placed under the
transparent floor directly beneath where his father was standing. On his TV
screen were his dad's magnificent soles being streamed live. He could also
see some of his dad's hairy legs and the base of his penis going in and out
of the docking tube.

He wondered what his dad was seeing on the other TV screen. No doubt it was
a video of a sexy young woman getting fucked. His dad seemed to be
concentrating on his own TV screen, although Robert couldn't really see
from his side. He would really love to know what his dad was fantasizing
about as he slammed his more mature penis repeatedly into his son's in an
animalistic attempt to release his juices.

What made Robert's dick twitch in excitement was the fact that his dad's
heels were slightly off the floor and so he was treated to a fantastic
display of foot movement, where the heel would keep coming back into
contact with the floor and then lifting up again, smooth and sexy,
occasionally repositioning in order to get a better fuck angle to maximise
the pleasure of fucking his son's eagerly awaiting dickhead.

When his dad's wide heels made impact with the floor, the soft skin would
spread out a little, making his feet look even bigger than they actually
were, if only for a moment, the transparent floor allowing an already
masculinely shaped foot look even more strong and masculine.

Robert's eyes were darting all over the TV screen, trying to catch every
single foot movement, trying to read what his dad was feeling by the way in
which his soles were moving. He tried to look for a pattern between when
his dad's dickhead slid over or under his own penis and the foot movements,
realizing that Forrest had found an interesting way to make the son unite
with his favorite parts of his dad's body, i.e., visually and by feel.

He noticed that when his dad would fuck his dick, his heels would be off
the floor and would move from side to side as he tried to push his penis
all the way into the docking tube, trying to rub his penis over as much of
his son's dick as possible, in an effort to reach his much-needed orgasm by
stimulating as many nerve endings as possible on hard dick. Robert realized
that it was probably with a similar eagerness that his dad had thrust deep
inside his mum years ago, spilling Robert's life seed inside her.

Robert suddenly noticed something; his dad's rhythm changed in a split
second and the penis that had been pounding away stopped. He felt the burst
of semen from his dad first before he heard the loud masculine groan escape
his lips, coating the top of his abused and supersensitive youthful penis
with man jizz. The next spurt was just as strong and the cum just as warm.
His dad made a few small thrusts now and continued to groan in relief as
spurt after spurt of cum involuntarily made their way out of his dad's
rocket-shaped baby-maker and coated his dick. He felt the jizz dribbling
down his penis.

His dad now started to fuck his penis again, his natural urge to squeeze
all remaining semen out of his still spurting cock causing his thrusts to
become faster and deeper again, a natural post-orgasm pattern that every
man knew very well.

The warm daddy cum was an even better lube than the precum and artificial
lube from before. He couldn't believe just how slippery it all was now, as
his dad started stabbing the bottom of his eager penis where all the nerve
endings were.

This was too much for Robert. He looked down at the two penises coated in
what looked like half a liter of white cum.

"Oh, God... Daaaaaad!" He couldn't think properly.

He thurst just three times and began to ejaculate, glad to feel his dad's
dickhead sliding beneath his own this time, two males allowing their
penises to celebrate each other. Nothing was going to stop him now from
shooting all of his load all over the still-hard penis of his dad.

His ejaculation was so powerful he could feel the semen sliding out of his
dick, shooting out with a force that overwhelmed him, making its way back
to the dick of his maker.

He could feel Forrest's hard dick pressing against his butt crack each time
he pulled back to thrust again. He was sandwiched by man-dick, he realized.
He was almost sobbing as he kept thrusting and thrusting, terrified that
soon this feeling of euphoria was going to end, not wanting their dicks to
ever separate. Robert must have spurted fifteen times and he kept
thrusting, enjoying the feeling of man dick against his own. It felt
so right, like this is where their dicks belonged.

There was so much cum inside the docking tube that it soon had nowhere to
go. It started dribbling out from either end, down the two men's testicles
and onto the floor. Robert could barely see their penises as they were
completely drowned in white man juice.

It was Forrest who pulled him backward and yanked his still-dribbling penis
out of the docking tube. It was no longer possible to tell who's cum was
whose, the evidence of the beautiful union between father and son inside
the tube, on the floor and all over their dicks.

Robert tried to push his foreskin back over his glans but it stubbornly
remained retracted, exposing the slimy dickhead, covered in semen.

His dad's dick had fucked his penis so much that it was only hours later
before Robert would be able to push the foreskin back over the dickhead
again, evidence of the battering his penis had gotten during the bonding
session.

Forrest encouraged the two men to cuddle on his sofa, placing their wet
penises next to each other. Forrest took a few pictures of them like this
to add to his collection and for father and son to look at in future.

"I'm sure some of your dad's DNA has been absorbed by your cockhead,
Robert," said Forrest. "Especially after that onslaught!"

End Robert's Sixth Fantasy

In real life, Robert, of course, did not get to engage in penile activities
with his dad. He occasionally would think back to the days when he was able
to shower with his dad, when he was able to see his dad's penis at eye
level, in all its perfection. If only he was able to appreciate his dad's
penis in all its glory back then, with the sexual maturity that he had now.
He remembered that his dad's foreskin would retract very easily, more
easily than his own, and he was always a bit jealous of how easily his dad
just grabbed his foreskin and pulled back. He remembered how nice and pink
his dad's acorn-shaped dickhead was. It must have been a beauty in its
erect form. He wondered how many women his dad had fucked with that perfect
dick, how many times he must have jacked himself off, and what was going on
in his father's mind when he was engaged in pleasuring himself.

Robert's Seventh Fantasy: Footsie with Dad and Jack

Sex with his dad would oscillate from foot worship to penis-on-penis
action, in the days and weeks that followed. He loved licking and kissing
his dad's freshly showered feet when he got into bed to sleep. He would rub
his penis into the soft, wide soles, sliding it back and forth until his
youthful semen shot onto their target of love. He made sure to lick it
clean afterward and then quietly headed off to his bedroom, leaving his dad
and mum to engage in whatever sexual activities they wanted to. As he
drifted off to sleep, only one thing played in his mind: his father's
masculine toes flexing and stretching as he fucked his mum, his hard pink
acorn deep inside her, shooting streams of man juice into Robert's female
maker. He loved picturing his dad's huge feet overpowering her small ones,
as she squirmed under his weight, the contrast effect making his feet look
even sexier next to hers.

Robert's dad was a creative and intelligent man, and there was no reason to
assume that this did not apply to his sexual thoughts. Knowing that he had
complete power over his son's penis, it should have come as no surprise to
Robert when his dad introduced him to Jack, his coworker, about two months
later.

Robert had seen Jack many times in the factory where his dad was a manager
and would always wonder what was hidden inside his work shoes, which were
about a size larger than his dad's.

What Robert did not know was how the conversations went between Dad and
Jack after his father found out about his tendencies.

- - -

One afternoon, Robert's father called Jack into his office for a cup of tea
and private chat.

"How are your two sons doing?" he asked Jack, as he leaned back into his
chair, relaxed and confident, knowing that his son was thinking about his
feet at that very moment, waiting eagerly for his dad to come home so he
could slip off his socks and worship his feet.

"Great, actually," replied Jack. "What about your kids?"

"Well, I got some bad news... well... interesting news... about my eldest
son a few weeks ago. You know how sometimes sons are born to ultimately get
kids and make babies?" He took a sip of his tea and looked at Jack.

"Sure," replied Jack. "Both my sons went through that sexual testing and
they're both on track for a baby-making future with wives."

"Turns out my eldest son is born to be a... uh... dad-worshipper. He's
quite obsessed with me." Robert's dad looked away, feeling a bit of shame.
"I need to speak to someone about it, you know? Someone from outside."

"Oh.. wow... I mean.. uhmmm.. yeah it happens sometimes, you know? Have you
guys talked about his status?"

"Oh yeah, we've more than talked about it, Jack. We have sessions at the
doctor's office. You know Forrest?"

"Oh yeah, he does the evaluations and follow-ups on our kids."

"Yeah... The thing is, Jack, my son is mine to command. It's crazy." He put
down his cup of tea hard on the table. "Cos apparently they can't change
them... their urges I mean... so they get them to commit to helping their
dad out... sexually."

Jack swallowed, and Robert's dad couldn't tell whether it was out of shock
or something else.

"So... what kind of worship does he give you? If you don't mind me asking,
of course," queried Jack.

"Ever had your toes sucked?" Robert's dad wriggled his toes in his work
shoes as his penis began to stiffen, thinking of his son desperately
licking every corner of his huge dad feet.

"God, my wife would never do that," Jack exclaimed, his eyes wide with
curiosity. "He literally licks your feet?"

"Yeah, and he loves it. Makes me horny as hell at night. I fuck my wife so
hard after those tongue-baths he gives me."

"So it's not too bad having a horny son-worshipper then?" Jack asked,
half-jokingly, taking another sip.

"It kinda creeped me out at first, but I got used to it fast. I'm half hard
just thinking about it now. I know it's hard to believe but it's improved
my sex life tremendously. And it's not gay or anything. Well, not for me at
least."

"Wow, you make me wish I had a worshipping son as well!"

Robert's father leaned in and spoke a bit more softly this time. "So here's
the thing. I was thinking of... introducing him to you."

There was a pause as Jack sipped his tea and looked out of the window, no
doubt picturing the youthful tongue all over his large but sensitive feet.

"You mean, like, at the doctor's office?"

"Nah, I have something a little more creative in mind. I want him to squirm
and beg for your feet. It's a feeling of power you won't get anywhere else,
Jack. And once you feel his tongue on your body, you won't be able to give
it up."

"Can I think about it?"

"Absolutely, Jack. Give me a call and let me know."

- - -

Robert's father drove his son to a quiet restaurant one evening.

"So Jack is going to meet us tonight for dinner," said Dad, as he parked
the car and switched off the engine. "You haven't cum in two days, right?
How's your self-control going?"

"Yeah, last time was at night after your shower. I'm getting hard a lot.
It's not easy," replied Robert, as he adjusted his pants so that his
semi-erection would not be noticed as he walked into the restaurant. "I'm
kinda nervous about meeting Jack."

"Don't worry. He's eager to get to know you better." His dad squeezed his
shoulders and winked at his son. "Whatever happens tonight stays between us
three, okay?"

"Sure."

Robert's dad had reserved a table at the far end of the restaurant, in a
corner. Jack was already sitting down but rose to shake the young man's
hand. Listening to his own dad's flip-flops slapping his strong heels
repeatedly as he walked into the restaurant had made Robert even hornier,
and feeling the powerful hands of Jack wrap around his own made his dick
twitch involuntarily. He hurried to take his seat, which was nearest the
corner of the room.

It was a casual restaurant with white sand on the floor so it was no
surprise that so many people were wearing flip-flops.

Then his dad did something that made Robert a little suspicious. He lifted
the tablecloth on Robert's side of the table so that Robert had a full view
of the men's legs and feet, mentioning something about allowing the air to
flow better around their legs.

Robert couldn't help but look down to see what was encasing Jack's feet. He
was also wearing flip-flops.

The three men ordered beer for drinks and Robert had to fight the urge to
keep staring down at the manly feet in the sand beneath the table. It
didn't help that they both kept moving their feet in rather creative ways.
Both their legs were equally masculine and hairy, with thick thighs from
years of exercise and large calves. All he could think about was the
strength in those legs that he was wired to look at with desire.

What Robert didn't know was that this was all planned to tease the hell out
of him and watch his reaction.

The table had been selected in the corner of the room for a reason.

They had positioned themselves on either side of him for a reason.

The conversation above the table continued as normal but whatever occurred
beneath was planned and deliberate.

The square table could seat a maximum of four people, one to each side.
Jack was on his left and his dad on his right.

The waiter came to the table and it was at that moment that his dad chose
to place his right foot over his left knee so that his huge soles were
pointing right at Robert, brushing against his knee.

"What are you going to have?" asked his dad, looking at him, stroking his
knee with his right foot. It was amazing the effect his dad's feet had on
him. Robert stuttered a little as he gave his order to the waiter, his
penis pushing hard against the fabric of his underwear. He could feel the
heat coming off the manly foot and onto his skin. He had to resist the urge
to look at the foot when he was telling the waiter his order.

After the waiter left, Robert looked down again to find that Jack had
placed his left foot on his right knee and now both men's soles were
pointing at him under the table.

Robert remarked that Jack's feet were overall larger than his dad's. They
both had high arches, but there were some key differences that fascinated
him. He tried to continue the casual conversation while his eyes kept
drifting down to the big feet under the table.

Jack's heel was larger than his dad's. With his dad, he could take in the
view of the strong heel in one look, but with Jack, Robert had to roam his
eyes all over it to take all its beauty in. He had to resist the urge to
touch and explore this new man-foot that was being displayed to him.

At this stage, he started thinking that they had planned this, at least to
some extent.

Robert noticed that Jack had longer toes than his dad and they did not
curve as much. His dad's toes were super masculine and the longest would
curve a bit.

Dinner arrived and the men ate and drank. When Robert looked down next, he
couldn't believe his eyes. The two men were playing footsie with each
other, intertwining their toes and wiggling them. He looked down at the two
meaty soles meeting near his groin, doing their purposeful, masculine,
playful wrestle. They then started pressing down on Robert's own feet with
their feet that were in the sand. The sexual 'attack' on Robert was coming
from multiple directions.

All this foot contact was starting to make Robert feverish and dizzy. He
became very quiet as his brain could only focus on what was going on
beneath the table. His instinct was to start sucking and licking, but he
had to be civilized at the table.

The tablecloth on the other sides of the table reached almost to the floor
so it was impossible for the other restaurant guests to see the foot frenzy
that was going on so close to them. They were also not able to see the
young man's raging erection and precum getting soaked up in his underwear.
He hoped that the precum had not formed a visible puddle in his shorts.

His dad then moved his foot, the one that was resting on his left knee,
closer to his son's groin, and started playing with his penis through his
shorts, using his toes. How he managed to continue a normal conversation
with Jack was a mystery to Robert.

Soon both men's surprisingly heavy feet and hairy legs were wresting on the
horny father-worshipper's thighs and teasing his penis relentlessly. Their
heels dug into his young thighs as their toes worked on his erection with
determination.

Their feet were strong and the men were being quite forceful. Sometimes
their feet would hit his balls and he would groan with a little pain. They
seemed to know their goal: the base of his cockhead, which was completely
exposed to their feet given that Robert's penis was fully erect. HIs groin
and thighs created a perfect nook for them to rest their feet and poke at
his helpless dick.

As men, they all knew how it felt to have that bundle of nerves at the base
of their cockhead stimulated and they continued to attack their goal
relentlessly.

Robert realized that this footjob was far better than any handjob, even
through the material of his shorts. Feet seemed to have more power when
they moved and feet were large; there was plenty of surface area to rub
against a welcoming penis. Having two different feet rubbing his dick was
even more thrilling, and he could feel the different personality types
through the way in which each man moved his feet. His dad's foot thrusts
were more frequent and more aggressive than Jack's, no doubt from his
familiarity with his son. His dad was also a masochist and a sadist, at
least to some extent, and Robert could feel that in the way his dad
footfucked his penis. He had inherited some of those qualities and was able
to sit there and take the onslaught from the men like a good boy. Jack was
a little more hesitant, and Robert felt a little more warmth towards the
man, sensing a little bit of a nurturing quality through the way Jack's
foot touched him.

This carried on throughout the meal. Robert's dick was hard throughout and
he could feel the precum leaking out of his piss slip every few minutes.

Soon dinner was over and the rest of the clients had gone, leaving just the
three men in the restaurant. The waiter gave them their coffees after
dessert and left the room. Seizing this opportunity, Robert's dad turned to
his son and said, "I think I dropped something under the table, son. Why
don't you go under and check for us?" He winked as he said that, passing
the message that he intended for Robert to remain under for a while.

Robert did not hesitate to go under the table and he felt a whoosh of air
as his dad allowed the tablecloth on his side to fall back to almost floor
level, the area under the table now completely hidden from outside view.

There wasn't much light under the table but there was enough to make out
the men's hairy legs and meaty feet. He saw both men lifting their feet and
seeking out his head. His dad's toes hit his cheeks first and he pushed his
big toe into his son's mouth, like an octopus's leg heading into any human
orifice it can find when it feels threatened, pushing in relentlessly in
self-defense, although in this case, the owner's foot was on the attack,
pushing his way into his eager son's mouth.

Robert's mind wandered to the stories his parents and grandparents used to
tell him about how men had to be careful when hunting octopuses as their
legs would wrap around a grown man and even block his nose and ears as the
fight for survival kicked in.  He would always feel some pity for the
octopus when he heard those stories, admiring its determination and
strength. Robert's dick would swell when he pictured the man's biceps
flexing as he tried to pull off the strong sucker pads from his skin and
pull the octopus's leg from his nostrils, the wrestle between man and
creature causing each to exert its maximum force and skill to survive.
Robert would picture the man's strong legs and feet kicking in the water as
the eight-legged beast would try for another orifice or attach itself to
another part of his body. The stories would always end with the man being
the victor. The octopus would finally be defeated when the man would grab
its head and execute some kind of flipping maneuver, apparently blinding it
or killing it in the process. Robert remembered the sexual thrill he used
to feel when hearing these stories, even when he was much younger, and how
he usually had to run to the bathroom to relieve himself, ejaculating to
thoughts of man and beast wrestling underwater in the fight to the death.

Robert continued to slurp on his dad's big toe and he could hear them
carrying on the conversation as normal above the table, although it was
hard to hear exactly what they were saying.

He loved the salty taste of his dad's toe and he sucked earnestly as if
trying to suck some life-giving juice out of it.

Jack's foot hit his temple on the other side and made its way also to his
mouth. He loved the fact that he couldn't see the men's faces and yet got
to interact so intimately with these masculine, perfectly-shaped, Godlike
entities.

Competition now ensued as the two alpha feet both tried to get the
attention of the loving boy-tongue. Robert noticed that the flavors were
slightly different for each man, varying in degrees of saltiness and
sweetness, which turned him on even more. He tried to give both of them as
much attention, his tongue swirling around one big toe, and then the other,
and then back again.

Saliva poured out of his mouth in adoration and worship, coating the big
toes with his juice, some spilling down his mouth and onto the floor.

Sometimes Jack would remove his toe and then push his entire sole against
the side of Robert's face. This sent a primal feeling of fear and sexual
thrill all over his body as he appreciated the crushing power that this
man's foot had, how a man's weight through his foot could crush and destroy
someone. He was being able to worship that strength in this moment.

He turned his head to face Jack's massive sole, somewhat paler in color
than his dad's and flicked his tongue back and forth over the arch. Jack's
toes were somewhere on Robert's forehead and he loved the feeling of his
face being drowned out by the massive size of the foot.

His dad's foot then took a different direction, moving to the other side of
Robert's head, leaving the boy to observe the hairy tops of his dad's foot,
beautiful and strong, the evidence of the effects of testosterone in front
of his very eyes. It sought out Jack's foot and the two men pressed their
soles together, heel against heel, toes against toes.

Robert stared in fascination at this foot-mating ritual between the two men
and noticed an interesting asymmetry as his dad's toes came to rest in the
groove just beneath Jack's toes. It reminded Robert of a beloved placing
his head in the groove between neck and shoulder of his lover, seeking out
a low-energy state as nature always loves.

Robert's animal instinct was in full swing now and all he knew was what was
in front of his face. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He stuck his
moist tongue in the gap where the arches didn't quite touch and arch-fucked
the feet with his tongue like there was no tomorrow. His tongue shot in and
out of the slot, lick a dick going in and out of some hole, lathering both
men's arches with saliva. As he did this, the men rubbed their feet
together, sometimes pushing so hard that his tongue was forced back out
into his mouth as a heel would come to rest in the arch of the other,
fitting together perfectly.

Robert would move his tongue up and down, trying to force its way into any
weak point where the feet met, looking to feel as much man-sole as
possible. If the adults were ticklish, they did not really show, even as
his tough, youthful tongue slid in the sensitive areas beneath the toes,
trying to go in as far as possible, like his life depended on reaching as
deep as he could in the space between the soles.

It didn't take Robert long to pull down his pants for the foot fucking he
desired so strongly. He was now overtaken with the desire to fuck, his own
natural male desires to push his penis against something manly overpowering
all other aspects of his thinking.

His cockhead was slimy with over an hour of continuous precum release,
nature's way of lubricating him in preparation for the fucking. He got on
his knees, head almost slamming the table. He used his right hand to guide
his penis into the gap where the arches didn't quite meet, a natural
orifice to place his dick in. With his left hand, he grabbed the two feet
to keep them as close as possible together, or at least to signal to the
men that he was begging them to squeeze his cock hard, because, after all,
the strength in their legs and feet completely beat any strength in his
left hand to keep the soles together.

He loved the feeling as his self-lubricated cockhead slid between the
soles, the skin of the soft arches providing the perfect environment for
any dick to enter.

"We're gonna have to have to import the slabs from elsewhere, " he heard
his dad say above the table. There was something thrilling about their
apparent nonchalance. The contrast between civilized, clothed men above the
table having a business-related conversation and the naked, leaking dick
rubbing against pure man-flesh beneath, turned Robert on even more, and he
began to fuck the feet earnestly, hoping that the foot loving he was giving
them would allow them to make even better decisions.

As the fucking became more intense, he found that allowing his dick to move
upwards towards the toes on each thrust was the better option, both in
terms of comfort and feeling. As he thrust forward, his penis head would
come to rest where the balls of the feet were, providing the right amount
of friction and pressure that he needed.

"Can we have the bill, please," his dad asked the waiter. As he did so, he
used his other foot to push against the side of his son's face. Robert was
always shocked by how much power was latent in his dad's feet. The feeling
of the strong heel pressing against his jaw and the ball of the foot
pushing against his temple was too much for the overstimulated son. Robert
turned to face the sole of his dad's foot.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the strong manly foot scent that triggered
something deep in his brain. He stuck out his tongue in adoration, licking
the feel and arch of his maker, his nose pressed firmly to the area beneath
the masculine toes.

He let out just one quick sigh as he began to shoot. He didn't care if the
waiter could hear. He loved the idea of the waiter being so close and so
oblivious to what was happening so near to him. He pushed his face hard
into his dad's strong, wide soles, feeling both love and lust, wishing he
could swallow the entire foot or lick it all at the same time. Another
squirt coated the area between the adults' soles with youthful cum,
drastically reducing the friction and allowing his dick to slide even
further upon each successive thrust. He could only focus on his ejaculation
now and looked back at his sandwiched dick, hard as ever, and delivering
all it could to his maker and his maker's friend's magnificent feet.  He
grabbed both feet with his hands and pushed them hard together. His
dickhead would pop out into the area between the toes now and again, the
first shots of semen already making their way down the soles, providing
lubrication for his entire dick. The men were wriggling the toes and
playing with his slippery cockhead, helping him to push out the last drops
of semen from his dick. Robert admired how his youthful, white cum was
being crushed between the feet as they continued to play footsie under the
table. His breathing was fast and his heart was pounding in his chest, even
minutes after his orgasm was over.

Robert repositioned himself to start the next ritual of cleaning up the
mess he had created. But suddenly he saw his dad hurriedly placing his
dripping feet back into his flip-flops. Jack did the same. Robert felt his
dad's hand on his shoulder. "Coast is clear. Let's go, son."

Robert, hoping he'd have more time under the table, quickly put his
underwear and shorts back on, his dick still covered in semen, although he
was confident none would show on the outside as they left the restaurant.

He quietly popped out of his side of the table and sat quietly, checking to
see if the waiter was anywhere to be seen. He relaxed a little, knowing he
hadn't been spotted.

The waiter watched from the bar as his three last guests left the
restaurant that night. One of the men had his arm around his son's
shoulder, a gesture that the waiter thought was very kind and loving and
wished his own dad had done to him more often. He thought that the son must
have been in the restroom for some time, as he had not seen him at the
table when his dad was paying the bill. What the waiter did not see, as he
was eager to clean up the table and leave, was the drying semen of the boy
in between the flip-flops of the men and their soles, as they walked out of
the restaurant. He did not see a drop of freshly ejaculated cum falling
from underneath the center of the table, onto the soft sand below, cum
belonging to the first few spurts that the young man had shot just minutes
before. He did not see the blobs of drying cum in the sand beneath the
table. He did not see Jack, sitting at the back of Robert's dad's car in
the dark parking lot, resting his leg on the front seat so that Robert
could lick the cum off his soles. He did not see the father placing his
soles on his son's face to get his meaty soles cleaned up as well.

After their ritual was over, Jack got in his own car and drove away, his
own dick half-hard, trying to get home as quickly as possible to give his
wife a fucking of her life.

End Robert's Seventh Fantasy

End of Part 4