My name is Liam McVeigh and I had my first extensive foot-related experience after I was confronted by my dead best friend in a dream.
Okay, maybe I should start this at the beginning…
My best friend Boyd selflessly jumped into a situation where a woman was being beaten by her boyfriend, husband or whatever. All this happened in public, and he [Boyd] was shot and killed. The guy who had been doing the woman-beating is currently free from prison after hardly doing any time. It's funny who gets locked up, who goes free and who the police decide to beat/kill in this nation. Right now I’m totally convinced that most police officers are only out for themselves … and to them their only real job is to protect the wealthy and their property. They're just another gang of armed thugs. Anecdotally, this has been proven to me time and time again.
Anyways….
For me, Boyd’s death was utterly devastating and heartbreaking. We were gay, but not lovers … and we were the only two people who knew EVERYTHING about the other, you know? He knew I liked to have my toes sucked and I knew he liked to butterfly-kiss his lovers’ closed eyelids (yeah, and people thought MY thing was weird!). It has been a year and 9 months now since his death. There has not been one day when I have not thought of him. His death was debilitating. I remember very recent times when I’ll be overwhelmed by grief – sobbing almost uncontrollably.
Other people really don't understand. They avoid bringing it up, because they don't know how to relate to me. Some people will say, "I'm glad you are over it."
No, I am not "over it", motherfucker.
Yes, life does go on, but I am a changed person forever.
In the dorms at college was when and where things took a very strange turn. You have to understand that my dorm room was spartan except for two poorly cheap posters: one a “Peanuts” print of Snoopy saying “I’ll Do it Tomorrow” and the other a portrait of Thomas Carlyle, a famous Scotsman who I’m distantly related to
I woke up sometime early in the morning and fell back asleep in a minute or something. I was shirtless, but still wearing my tux pants and sheer socks (I had gotten blotto at an engagement party the night before). When I fell asleep, I started dreaming. In my dream, I woke up from my bed and Boyd, alive and well, walked inside and led me into another room. I don't exactly remember what he said, but I remember that it wasn't “normal” and I immediately realized that I was in a dream. Then my vision became blurry, and I could hear my current dormmate Alec in the background. I did a reality check (I closed my nasal passage, and I was still breathing) and then I woke up to find my dormmate shaking me until I was completely conscious.
He sat down on the floor beside my bed and sort of motioned for me to sit up and place my feet in his lap. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I remember talking to Alec at the engagement party a few hours earlier, but currently my drunk ass couldn’t remember what I’d said to him. Whatever it was it must have stirred something within him, and now he was going to take action! I also noticed that George Kippenberger, twenty-two year-old business major, was in the room as well. He was in the shadows in the corner watching, but lust and anticipation radiated off him as if he were a miniature sun.
I slid out of my tuxedo pants then swung my legs off the bed. I placed my sheer dress-socked feet in Alecs’ lap. He immediately lifted my right foot up into his hands and began massaging it from heel to toe. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. It’d been a while since my feet were tended to in any kind of way. He continued to massage my sheer-socked feet with an inordinate amount of attention to the ball and arches. He began working his thumbs along my right arch and bent the toes down to flex the ball muscles. He then cupped my heels and worked the soles at the same time, twisting my foot this way and that way to drive out all the tension.
He then began to run his fingers over the bottom of my socked foot. I giggled blissfully in a fog of pleasure. Alec smiled. He continued massaging and tickling my feet for a few minutes. My teenaged self was helpless in his hands. After a minute or so I was giggling uncontrollably. I rocked my head slowly and my body bucked slightly. I was too tired to pull back. He started tracing designs on my soles with his finger. I started to shriek. His finger worked even harder. Up and down, this way and that way ... I was laughing continuously and hysterically. He stroked the soles of my sensitized feet like crazy. I couldn't hold back anything. I continued shrieking ... and the more I shrieked the more Alec tickled my feet. I tried pleading, but I doubt if he could understand any of my words through the laughter. I was so exhausted by the end of it that nearly passed out. I could see George in the corner still watching all the action with eyes as big as bowling balls.
Drowsy as I was, I was about to comment on this. But then Alec removed my sheer dress socks….
FROM GEORGE’S POINT OF VIEW….
My name is George Kippenberger. That’s all you need to know other than the fact that I was watching all of the action between Liam and Alec. Later into this action I had my dick out and stared at the goings-on intensely, unable to turn my gaze away for a second.
Even from a distance I could tell that Liam’s now bare feet were a bit sweaty from having them confined in dress shoes and sheer socks all night. So, smiling slightly, Alec placed a towel over his lap … then dipped a washcloth into a basin of warm water he'd retrieved. Taking a moment to soap the cloth into a full lather, he started at the still-clearly-sleepy Liam's ankle and, with long fluid strokes, coated the foot in his hand in a soft cleansing lather.
When the still drowsy youth began to moan in pleasure, Alec washed every part of the Scottish lad's feet and toes--removing every particle of grit and fuzz, cleaning his toenails, kneading and rubbing the slightly roughened skin on his heels and the balls of his big pale feet.
He lowered his head and, wanting to add to his victim’s pleasure, took one of young Liam's big toes into his mouth. He sucked on it, swiping his tongue around, over and under, feeling the slickness of the Scottish youth’s toenail and the texture of his skin beneath. He shifted to his dormmate’s other foot and did the same. Then he just seemed to lose himself, going back and forth kissing, sucking and cleaning each of Liam's toes—licking between them and tasting of the savory nineteen-year-old as if he were an expensive meal.
The feel of Alec cleaning his foot was apparently a turn-on that the captive Scottish lad never thought possible. Clearly no one had ever bathed his feet before ... or had even touched his feet in such an intimate way. The full effect of someone handling this body part was something that caused his penis to grow hard and involuntarily caused his moaning to grow louder. Alec reached for the soap-filled cloth one more time and went to work on the toes that kept curling up on him. Gently he ran the cloth over the top of each toe, starting at the big one and moved down to the pinky toe. These toes, with their well-trimmed nails, looked great for someone who'd never shown himself to be particularly interested in overly grooming himself.
I was practically drooling as I watched Alec’s relentless cleaning of Liam's sweaty feet--this time on the bottom of each toe. The feet were clean, just sweaty, but Alec’s tongue worked over them as if they were absolutely filthy and only he had would it took to cleanse them thoroughly. He was soc to clean and soap the soft pads of each digit.
I began to pump my own penis as I watched, salivating like an animal!
Once the tongue-bathing was done, Alec went back to Liam’s big toe again, seemingly trying to curb the urge to savagely bite the digit ... though he did take time out to suck on it for a bit. He took the cloth up in between each toe, using a cloth-covered finger as a guide. He delved down into each crevice taking the time to look at the foot and the area, making sure that it was in fact perfectly clean.
Alec, his dick now hard enough to break rocks, quickly positioned the limp and semi-conscious Liam so that he could hold the younger youth by the ankles—with his feet together for damn-near fifteen minutes before he blew his load. This time the milky jizz shot straight up the Scottish youth’s legs splattering them from his knees down to his ankles.
Watching from a distance, I shot my own load as well!
