by Gagged Feet
I was a little nervous.
I was in my early 20s and had never been to a gay bar before. I never really thought that was my scene. But, there was nothing going on one weekend in July, and my best friend invited me out with his boyfriend. It was only when we halfway there that my best friend mentioned a few other friends were going to be there, and there was someone he wanted to me to meet.
Now, I was really nervous. The idea of being set up only added to my already growing anxiety. I didn’t want to make an ass out of myself, especially in front of someone who was friends with my best friend (I love my best friend to death, but we both have a biting sarcasm and sense of humor). Eventually, though, I just said “fuck it” and was planning on enjoying myself. I decided I would go in with no expectations.
We get to the bar and I have a drink. Suddenly, a guy and girl walk in. My best friend introduces me to Kyle. The first thing I notice is Kyle’s bashful smile. The second thing I notice is that he’s wearing sandals. He had nice looking feet and really nice toes. I’ve been into feet for virtually as long as I could remember, but never had told anyone. I also had never had any type of foot fun.
The drinks were flowing and the music was loud. Kyle and I had a great time dancing . . . and making out on the dance floor. I think I may have taken Kyle’s shirt off at one point. It’s safe to say we were both sufficiently wasted. Though he didn’t come to the bar with us, Kyle decided to catch a ride home with my best friend. My best friend and his boyfriend offered to let us crash at their place.
My best friend and his boyfriend went upstairs to their bedroom, leaving Kyle and I alone. We continued where we were on the dance floor, making out. Our clothes quickly came off, our hard dicks pressing up against one another. Both sets of hands were exploring each other’s bodies. I was so into it that I let out a rather loud moan when his mouth covered my aching cock. Kyle warned me to be quiet, reminding me we were in someone else’s home.
To my disappointment, we slowed down a little. We were lying down together, our hands gently caressing one another. I was eager to continue, but didn’t want to seem too desperate. I was happy, though, about the way we were positioned. Kyle’s feet were near my face, and I finally got a good look at his soles (soles being my favorite part of the foot). They were gorgeous. I discretely inhaled the scent of his foot. My fingers traveled gently across his sole. He instinctively flinched, pulling his foot away. He quickly returned it.
My fingers returned to his feet. I started to gently massage his fleshy soles, giving me an excuse to touch his feet some more. I was focused so intently on Kyle’s feet that I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing. All of a sudden, I felt an unfamiliar warmth on my foot. I looked over and saw that my big toe was in Kyle’s mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, with a guy I had never met before tonight, and my foot was in his mouth.
I leaned back in ecstasy as he feverishly sucked on my toe with the same vigor as he did my dick. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed his foot and began sucking on his big toe. He let out a low moan and continued sucking. Getting a little braver, I ran my tongue between his toes, eventually sliding it up and down his sole. At this point, I was dripping with a river of precum.
Kyle took a cue from me and began running his tongue down my sole. Having never had my feet played with before, I was surprised at just how sensitive my soles were. Before I could react, I let out a laugh. Kyle, seemingly uncertain of how sensitive my feet were, then ran his tongue back up my sole. I let out another laugh, pulling my foot away.
I looked over at Kyle, who had a mischievous grin on his face. Crawling back over to me, he ran his finger over my stomach. Before I could let out another laugh, a hand clamped over my mouth.
“You are really fucking ticklish, aren’t you?” Kyle whispered. All I could do was shrug and nod. He took his hand off my mouth. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize that I was that ticklish on my feet. That felt incredible.”
“Yeah, I’m having fun at your feet,” he said. “But you can’t be so loud.” He looked around the room, his eyes focusing on our clothes, piled up next to us. The mischievous grin returned as he crawled over and grabbed my socks. Before I could react, Kyle was shoving a sock into my mouth. He quickly tied my other sock around my mouth, keeping the first one in. “That’s better,” he laughed.
Oh, did I mention that I’m also slightly into bondage? Being gagged only made me that much harder. Kyle gently pushed my head down, so I was lying flat again. He moved so that his back was facing me. He placed his feet and legs so that my arms were kept in place. Kyle leaned over, his ass now facing me. He returned to where he started, sucking on my toes.
He started slowly, but quickly picked up the pace. His tongue was tracing every nearly every inch of my feet. He went over every part of the sole and in between each toe. I was bucking and laughing, but his legs kept me still. The socks only allowed me to emit a small sound. He moved off of me so that he could better reach my feet. As he continued going to town on my feet, his toes pressed down on my gagged lips. I unconsciously fought against the gag to try and continue to lick his feet.
“Damn, you’re enjoying this,” he said, eying my fully erect cock. I nodded and reached for it. “Don’t!” Kyle said. It sounded more like a command. I looked at him with a mix of confusion and anger. At this point, I was ready to explode. Kyle calmly stated, “I wanna try something.”
At this point, everything he did had been great, so I figured I’d go along. He crawled back to my feet and faced me. His legs extended and his feet pressed against my balls. At this point, it was a good thing I was gagged. I would’ve woken up the entire neighborhood. He kept one foot on my balls, and took the other, slowly sliding it up my shaft. I shuddered. He continued doing it slowly. He then cupped he feet around my dick. I was waiting for him to start stroking. Instead, he kept his feet still. He took his fingers and started to gently tickle my feet. I bucked slightly, causing there to be friction between Kyle’s feet and my dick. The tickling intensified, as did my movements. I really didn’t like being tickled, but loved the sensation of his feet jerking me off. I was biting down on the sock in my mouth to keep from moaning too loud. Muffled sounds of excitement escaped.
Shortly after the tickling intensified, I couldn’t control it any longer. I exploded, cum shooting out for what seemed like an eternity. Before I could even react, Kyle was back on top of me, pinning me down like before. Once again, his back was to me. I couldn’t see him, but knew he was jerking. In seemingly no time, he shot his load all over my feet. I was surprised (at this point, I don’t know how anything surprised me about this night) when he bent down to lick some of his cum off my feet.
For the next few minutes, we just laid there. I even forgot I was gagged. Kyle turned over and took the socks out of my mouth. “Fuck,” was all he could say. He leaned in for a kiss before saying that we should shower.
The end!
