Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2019 17:21:32 -0400 From: Thomas Marshall Subject: Chris and his Feet Chapter 5 This story is non-fictional and happened when I was younger, it involves two young friends and if you don't like this content or cannot legally view it please do not read further. All names have been changed to protect identities. If you've enjoyed this story please consider donating to Nifty, this is a great service! Chris and his feet-Chapter 5 After that wonderful night in December, we both tried a few times to organize a hang out. He was busy with his senior year, and I was adjusting to life working for a living. One Monday night in March 2017, Chris opened a conversation with a Snapchat, the first picture he'd sent since we started talking. It was his bare feet, with his legs folded, and only wearing underwear. I screenshotted it. "can we talk?" "yea sure" "I wanna tell you something, can we do secret for secret" I almost forgot about that, and it was really cute to see he was still the same way. "okay, you asking for like, something I'm into?" "yes" I was really nervous to tell him this, but I had to know if he was down with it. I had only found this out late in my senior year but that's another story. "I like drinking piss" "damn really?" "yup. we cool?" "of course john. listen, I want you to fuck me" Chris replied, blunt as always. I almost fell out of my chair. Not only was Chris gay, but he wanted ME to fuck HIM? He was so dominant when I worshipped I couldn't believe it! We kept talking for a while. Remember, I still thought I wasn't gay at this point, so this was really shaking me to the core. I told Chris he could suck my dick but I wasn't gonna do it back, and we weren't gonna fuck. Chris didn't seem too disappointed, but kept talking about making out with me. We had kissed a few times when we were younger but he wanted a makeout session, and I was concerned with how hard that made me. He made no more mention about piss, only asking what I wanted him to wear. I had the house to myself the next day until 8 PM, and I laid my head down after talking with Chris till 1 AM and passed out. I woke up for work at 4:30, bleary eyed and already nervous for what would happen later. I went through work completely not there, I actually shorted out some equipment that day. I finally got out at 2:30, and flew home, anxiously awaiting Chris's arrival. Chris showed up around 3, wearing just what I had told him to. A skating t shirt, chino pants, red Nike elite socks and a pair of Nike high tops. I let him in and up to my room. It was very awkward, we said almost nothing. He laid back on my bed and I stayed standing for a moment, looking him over. The tension between us was palpable. You imagine getting ready to fuck your middle school best friend! I walked over and turned on my stereo, trying to just give some background noise. "Like A Virgin" was on the radio, so that was no fuckin help. I realized this wasn't gonna get any less awkward, and I was gonna have to get this started. "So what should we start with?" Over text last night, we had laid out an intricate idea of what we'd do. Chris and I had been doing everything else for years, so why was this so hard? "I guess just start with my feet, then move on" Chris said, kicking his shoes off. Maybe it was strange because Chris usually had me on my knees begging for his feet, and here he was on my bed, laid out on his back. Whatever his position, he was wearing my favorite socks, and I could see from standing they were wet with his sweat, clinging to his feet. I dropped down, laying on my stomach, and took his socked foot into my mouth. They must've been dirty when he put them on, because they were filthy and soaked with sweat. It was delicious. I sucked each sock for a minute or so. I wanted longer, but I was anxious to see what would happen next, and I had a feeling I could get them afterwards. I peeled his socks off and threw them on top of his shoes. His feet were very sweaty, I almost wonder if he went to the gym before he came over for me. Again though, I only spent a fraction of the time I normally would licking his feet before I moved on. I moved up, kneeling on the floor looking over Chris. I pushed his shirt up, revealing his smooth hairless stomach, and I decided to lick his belly button. Chris giggled a bit at this, but ran his fingers through my hair as I gently kissed his navel. I pushed his shirt further up, exposing his small pink nipples. I hovered over his chest, and started sucking his left nipple. Chris moaned lightly, and started playing with his other nipple. I didn't know why I did either of these things, but my dick certainly liked it, straining against my jeans. I pulled his shirt completely off, and moved to his armpit. Finally, something I knew well. I dug into one pit, and much like his feet, his pits were sweaty as hell. I slurped at them each a few times, then pulled back and looked at him below me. He was still so fucking cute, it almost made me forget how scared I was of just what the hell was going on. I ignored the probing questions of my own mind, and decided to just keep going. I leaned in and kissed him. And this wasn't a kiss like he'd give occasionally when we were young. That was a peck on the lips. This was making out, with Chris's tongue exploring my mouth. I pulled back after a few seconds, my mind racing, trying to explain to myself just because I like this doesn't mean I'm gay. Chris pulled my shirt off, and I obliged. I then got up off my knees, and sat on my bed. Chris sat up and leaned into me, pulling me back in for a kiss. We locked lips, and I slowly laid down against my pillow. After a minute or two of making out, I was laying on my back, with Chris on top of me, sitting on my stomach. Chris was gently dry humping me. I was still freaking out inside, but I lost myself in the moment. "Can I take off my pants John?" Chris asked, uncharachteristically shy I nodded, and I reached to unbutton his pants and started pulling them down, which surprised Chris I think. When I got his pants off him, I looked him over, now just wearing his tight fitting boxers. His cock bulged through them, and was only inches from my face. I realized right then and there, staring at his bulge, that there was no turning back. I was gay. And I was sucking Chris's dick at some point. He must've noticed me staring, but he said nothing. I came back to myself, and my mind was finally quiet. I knew what I wanted, and Chris was getting what he wanted, just like he always did. I pulled him down, locking lips with him and kissed him passionately. I rolled over, now straddling him, and pulled my mouth off his. "Do you wanna suck me now Chris?" He nodded sheepishly, and I pulled down my pants and underwear. My cock sprung out at full mast. Still straddling him, now completely naked, I pushed my cock head into his mouth. He sucked hard, taking about 2 inches of my 6 inch cock into his warm mouth. While he sucked me, I reached down and pulled his cock out of his underwear. I didn't turn to look at it, but it felt huge in my hands. Chris gasped at my touch, and swallowed my cock further, making me shutter. I worked his cock as he sucked mine for a few minutes, and I ran my fingers through his hair, it was unbelievable. I got up off Chris after my cock was as hard as it was ever gonna be. "Felt good?" he asked me "Hell yeah Chris" I replied "wait right here, and strip down" I walked out of my room to the bathroom naked, and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. I came back in my room, and looked at Chris with the knowledge I was gay, and it was the best thing I ever saw. He was sculped so beautifully, and his cock really was as big as it felt, at about 8 inches long. His eyes went straight to the Vaseline in my hand. "Are you gonna fuck me?" I'm almost always submissive, but how could I let this cutie down? "If you want me too" I replied, not as confidently as I was hoping for. "Fuck yea John, I want you to fuckin rail me!" Chris said, throwing his legs up, exposing that perfect ass I had been in love with for so long. I put the Vaseline down on my nightstand, and swiftly lowered my head and starting licking at Chris's ass like it was the first time. I slurped and slurped at Chris's delicious ass, kissing his asshole. Chris moaned and ran all his fingers through my hair. "Fuck John! I want you fuck me so fucking hard" Chris went on and on about how badly he wanted this as I ate his bubble butt. I pulled away after a couple minutes of licking to my heart's content, and lubed up my cock clumsily, it was my first time. Chris lubed up his hole like a professional. I thought of the first time I sucked Chris's toes years ago, and how good it felt, as my cock slid into his tight virgin hole. Chris let out a low moan as I slowly pushed my cock deeper and deeper, until I was balls deep in his ass. The feeling of his virgin ass squeezing my cock could've made me cum right then and there, but luckily I jerked off right before Chris arrived to give myself some stamina. "uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh yea, fuck me John" Slowly, I started pumping my cock in and out of his ass, elliciting moans and groans of pure pleasure. Chris put his feet on my shoulders, and I fucked him like this for a minute or two, before Chris told me to fuck him harder and harder. After 5 minutes, I was absolutely pounding his ass, and he was shouting in pleasure. I could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and I knew I wasn't gonna last a lot longer. "Chris I'm gonna fucking cum!" "Then cum up my fucking ass John, do it!" Chris said, pushing his toes down my throat so hard I almost choked. That was my tipping point. Tasting his filthy toes, feeling the depths of his tight virgin ass and hearing him moan sent me flying over the edge. I sucked hard on his toes as I pumped load after load of my thick teen cum deep up his ass. I popped his toes out of my mouth and pulled out. Before Chris could do anything, I dropped my head down and swallowed as much of his thick cock as I could, admittedly not much, maybe half of his dick. But my warm mouth eagerly sucking down his cock made Chris gasp, and he used his leg to push my head down further, gagging me a bit, acting much more like the Chris I knew. "Holy fuck John, don't fucking stop! Please don't fucking stop!" After about half a minute, he told me he was gonna cum. He took his leg away , I think to allow me to back off if I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. But I had to know what this was like. I backed off just enough to keep the head in my mouth, and found a sweet spot right below the ridge of his head and licked it. Chris groaned, threw his head back into the pillow and filled my mouth with his creamy cum, and I swallowed every last bit down. After this one taste, I was fucking hooked. His cum was delicious! He laid there as I gently lapped at his balls, both of us completely spent. "Wanna get something to eat?" I asked, after a few minutes of silence. "Sure, sounds good" We drove out to my favorite pizza place, and I bought us some subs. The conversation was pretty normal, then Chris said; "So you liked my thing" he said, in his cocky way that had been absent all afternoon "let's try yours when we get back". He took a dramatic drink of his Coke, looking me in the eyes My dick got hard almost instantly. He meant he wanted to let me drink his piss! "I'm down Chris" "Good boy" We finished up eating, and when we were driving back, Chris was already getting me hard. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with halfassing licking my feet did you? They're sweaty as fuck, John" "You really liked my cum, didn't you John?" Chris stuck his hand in his pants, rubbed his balls then stuck his fingers in my mouth. "New taste for you to beg for, huh John?" I somehow made it home without pulling over and sucking Chris off. It was 5:30, plenty of time to do anything before my mom came home. I locked the front door behind Chris, and he pushed me to my knees. I could tell he was gonna spit, so I opened my mouth and I was right. Eagerly, I swallowed his spit, still hard from the taunting in the car. Chris pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants. "You want it in your mouth again, don't you boy?" I nodded, which made Chris laugh a bit. He slapped me with his cock. "I knew you'd love it John. So you like drinking piss huh?" I knew he hadn't forgotten! "I love it Chris, do you have any?" "Yes I do, you want it?" "Fuck yea!" "Come to the bathroom then, on your knees" I followed Chris to the bathroom on my knees, like he said. "Strip and get in the tub John" I did, and Chris stepped into the tub, still fully clothed. He pulled his cock, semi hard, out of his pants. I think he intended to piss all over me, but when I saw his cock, I leaned forward and swallowed it. Chris groaned a bit, and grabbed a handful of my hair. "You want me to piss straight down your throat boy?" I nodded. I had only ever drank piss from bottles but Chris's cock felt so good in my mouth, I had to try this. Chris said nothing more, and rubbed my head like a dog. I had chugged plenty of beers before, so when I felt the tip of Chris's cock start to swell, I took a deep breath and held it. Seconds later, Chris's warm salty piss started flowing. He must've filled my mouth 10 times, he really had to piss! "Fuck yea John, swallow it you nasty fuck" When he slowed down and stopped, I started sucking hard, desperate for a few last drops of his delicious piss. Chris never used a toilet to piss around me again. Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth, and we decided to move to my room. "Get on the floor and clean my shoes John" I needed no more encouragement. Right as Chris sat on my bed and held up the sole of his shoe, I went at it, licking hard to clean them. "All that dirt mix good with my piss John?" Chris was rubbing his boner through his pants, and my dick was throbbing and leaking precum like no tomorrow. Chris watched with his piercing blue eyes as I licked filth off his shoes like an animal. "You want me to blow another load in your mouth John?" "Please Chris, I want it so bad" Chris kicked both his shoes off, and pushed both his socked feet in my face. His socks stank even worse than earlier after I got them wet with spit. "Gotta earn it John" I practically swallowed his left foot. I gagged myself and had to back off, I was so goddamn horny. Chris's socked foot filled my mouth with his musky teen flavor. Chris moaned, wiggling his toes around. "These socks were dirty when I put them on, they're delicious huh John?" I hungrily sucked each foot for a few minutes, then Chris reached down, pulled his socks off and rubbed each one in my face. His feet were still covered in little red pieces of sock fluff, and dirt under his toenails. I swallowed everything. I spent at least 10 minutes working each foot, tasting all of Chris's sweat and filth, and loving it. Watching Chris rub himself off and obviously get off on my service added a whole new of hot. Twenty minutes or so of bare feet licking went by, before I guess Chris couldn't take it anymore. He rolled me on my back, dropped his pants and his underwear, and straddled me. He rested his nutsack on my face, which flooded my nose with his manly ball sweat. "Suck my fucking balls clean John" "You know you want them, open up" I opened up, and Chris's balls filled my mouth. The flavor was mind-blowing! It was like his feet times 10! I took huge slurps at his balls, and sucked hard, trying to literally drink sweat off them. Chris was jacking off as I did this, getting faster and faster. He only lasted around 2 minutes of me working his balls before he pulled them out and shoved his cock in my mouth. The second he was in my mouth, he blew his load, literally filling my mouth with his delicious teen cum. Eagerly, I swallowed his cum, still sucking his cock as hard as possible. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I pulled my cock out of my pants and started beating off furiously. Chris pulled my hand away, and in one swift motion, swallowed my entire cock. All six inches, down to the hilt. I took his sweaty balls into my mouth, and blasted my load into Chris's mouth. Chris swallowed my cum, and ended up laying next to each other, both half naked, and wiped out. We got cleaned up, hung out playing Madden for a little while, and Chris left around 7:30. "Can't wait for next time John" ____________________________________ There's really not much to tell past this point without repetition, so I probably won't write anymore unless people want it. Thank you very much for reading my story. If you enjoyed this story, I'll be publishing a collaboration story soon called Richard's Good Boy, so be on the lookout for that. If you really enjoyed it, I'm offering commissions to write personal stories, please contact me at thomasm633@gmail.com, as well as comments or questions. Thanks again!