I can remember as far back as four years old. Playing with my neighbor friend’s feet. Specifically, tickling his feet. That was my thing, tickling. I would put one leg between my legs, planting his foot on my chest about nipple level so I could stare up at that wonderful delight, his foot.

Of course, when I tickled his foot, he would flail his leg, which in turn rubbed my crotch area because of the way his leg was situated. Getting me “hard” and ultimately, bringing me off. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I knew it felt awesome, especially at the end. I needed to feel that again and again. The only way to do that was to tickle a guys feet.

Especially while they slept. I had a small flashlight with me so I could watch their foot flex and react while I gently tickled it. All the while, they were off in their slumber. What turn on. Well, that’s the way it was as I got older. Every guy that stayed over, got sleepy tickles, while I rubbed one off on the mattress or the floor, depending on where I was sleeping. I always gave them the bed and I made sure the covers were untucked at the foot so I could easily lift them up for a wonderful viewing and more.

So there is the foundation of my fetish for guys feet and tickling. When the internet became an everyday reality. Searching for pictures and eventually videos of guys feet was the norm every time I signed on.

Yahoo especially was a grand contributor with their “Groups” at the time and GeoCities. Paid sites of course, but I wanted the free stuff, real guys showing their feet. I still search Yahoo from time to time, but not as much since Tumblr and Taco Tuesday at Mannies Taco Bar at 23rd and Lex.  Had to give a “Shout Out” Love that little place !!

Anyway, about 5 years ago when I searched Yahoo, I just typed in “Guys Feet.” Simple, to the point. Up pops up this title/thumbnail “Shirtless Smoke with Feet.” Damn. Bushy blonde haired guy, shirtless and barefoot. “Boink” – Awesome feet, great looking guy. I don’t smoke, that is not my thing, it doesn’t bother me he does. He can suck on a cig, I can suck on his toes. I’mmmmm…. so OK with that, excuse me for a few minutes.

Better, now I have more blood rushing back to my brain. Whew. I really did need to take a few. I’m staring at a picture of his soles right now as I write this. Over stimulated I guess. It happens.

Oh the “Over stimulation?” recently we have been emailing back and forth. That’s right. A guy that I have had fantasy’s about? We are actually conversing. The picture of his feet that I am staring at is about 3 weeks old now. Straight on Dirty Sole shot. I never really found dirty feet to be a turn on until Sean. That’s his name. Can you fucking believe it? His name is Sean. I have a name for my on-going fantasy now. It gets better and better.

He has cut his hair, looks good by the way. His feet are so freak’in sexy ! Even dirty. Of course, I won’t lick dirty feet, that’s nasty. However, I would not mind spending an hour with a washcloth, warm water and soap making sure every nook and cranny of his feet were spotless. OMG ,,, I may have to take another break…. Nah, I’ll give it a go for few more paragraphs.

We’ve talked about many subjects, of course to get my mischievous out of the way up front, I asked his shoe size and ticklish level on a scale from one to ten. He said he was a “13” and a “7”. I hope one day I get to test that out for very own clarification.

I don’t know if me liking his feet does anything for him. It really doesn’t have to. If he is cool to have a “Guy” playfully tickle, massage, stroke and lick his feet and toes while he sits back enjoying it, well my Christmas List is complete. That is all I want out of any guy who would allow me to “service” their feet. I wouldn’t do anything more. Unless?

Mark (my husband) and I have donated to Sean’s channel, in support of what he does. His time is important, valued for catering specific video’s, layman’s terms it’s called request’s. He ask us if we would like a video, sure down the road. I already have a few idea’s brewing. Of course it involves his feet, although it is a bit of a … fantasy meeting type of video.

A couple of weeks later Sean gave me his cell phone, asked me to text him. I hesitated at first and waited a couple of days. Turns out the day before I texted him, I was to fly to his neck of the woods for work. Oh boy ! An opportunity may be at play here. I usually fly down the day before to get my bearings, conference call back to our office in Denver, making sure I have all my T’s crossed and I’s dotted before the meeting the next day.

I flew in early and took care of all of that by 2pm. Took a shower, put on some baggy shorts, Hawaiian polo shirt and a pair of slip-on loafers. I was ready.

I texted Sean and surprisingly I received a quick response. “What’s up buddy?” “Sean, I have finally come up with a video idea.” “Yea, what is it ..” Pause. “About my feet you want to see lol” “You know me so well already” “I do, what’s your idea?” “Do you think you could get another person, like a guy, a friend to help you with the video?” “Depends, what do you want him in the video for?” “Well, using the chair you had in your last video’s, he could tie your feet to either side of it..” “And?” “Well, if your feet are dirty, he could use a brush and some water to scrub them clean.” “Uhhhh. I don’t think so” “Yea, I thought that might be a little too much. Are you too ticklish for that?” “Probably, but I think getting him to scrub my feet might be asking too much.” “I bet when he hear’s you laughing your ass off, he’ll get into it real quick. Having a buddies feet tied to a chair while you scrub his sole’s with a brush? Brings a smile to everybody’s face” “Yea, especially mine” “Well, yea, you are the Star of the video.” “lol” “Haha, see I knew you would like the idea” “I won’t post it on YouTube” “Oh God No, Mark and I would pay you for it.” “I’ll have to think about it” “Fair enough” “How soon do you want the video?” “Today if you can do it?” “lol yea that’s not gonna happen buddy” “Oh? Why not?” “I can’t get a friend to come over now and scrub my feet. He would have to think about it, ya know, it’s gonna sound weird and stuff” “Yah, I agree, Sorry” “I need at least a week” “But if you could get a friend today, you would consider making the video?” “Geesh, you’re not giving me much time to think about it either. Lol” “You have to admit, it does sound like a little fun?” “Maybe, but it’s just too strange to ask someone to do on short notice. I don’t want to come off as weird either” “My bad. Sorry Sean. I am asking too much of you. I apologize” “It’s OK, but I can’t spring an idea like that on anyone?” “You sure about that?” “Lol I know you would have no problem with that” **Knock… Knock at the Door ** “Hold on someone’s at the door” “OK” Door Opens.

“That’s what I thought your face would look like” I bust up Laughing. Sean’s mouth is still dropped open. Awkward. We just stare at each other for like 2 minutes. “Wha.. How di.. What are you doing here?” I turn. “I can go.” “No.. I mean What …Why are you here?” “I am here on business, have a meeting tomorrow morning then maybe back to Denver. Don’t know yet. I have my homework done, and I wanted to go out and play. So I am looking up a friend.” Sean’s face finally relaxes as he grins ear to ear. We step in for a “bro hug.” As we do, I look down. Yep he’s barefoot. *GRIN**

“Well c’mon in. Sorry for the mess, the cleaning lady has been out sick with “The Virus.” “No prob Sean, Wow it’s so awesome to see you in person … Finally. Taller than I thought, still worth the climb. **Grins** And your feet. ((looks down)) just Nice, to finally see them in person.” Sean laughs. He wiggles his toes. “You really like these dogs?” “Duh does the Pope like Sacramental Wine?” “I don’t even know what that means, Lol” “OK does the Kremlin like Borscht?” “Lol, Caleb in English please” “OK, I’m bored with this, I like your dogs and I came here to pet them. How’s that?” “Lol you do get to the point, at some time in the conversation” I shake my head.

“Oh Sean?” “Yes” “I wouldn’t say “Yes” yet, but don’t you have something to ask me?” He laughs. “I don’t think so” “Really?” I look down at his feet again. Sean swallows hard. “Well, I was gonna but ya know I said I would be down for the video, until you are like standing in my living room.” He chuckles. “Oh, so now you are reneging on the video?” “No.. no .. but now that you are here, can I get you something to drink?” “Sure, it’s muggy here, mind if I take off my shirt? You got Vodka?” “No” “Rum?” “No” “A 1973 Rashawn Valley Chardonnay? “ Sean laughs. “I’ve got beer, a 2020 Budweiser” “OMG, I love it, bring me two, Please” “Coming right up your “Highness” “Yea, you call me Highness now, you’ll see.” Sean returns from the kitchen. I already have my shirt off. Sean enters the living room and stops, stares for a few seconds. “You work out, huh?” “Four times a week, when I can. Our building has a exercise facility.” “That’s cool. Umm.. here ..” “Sean, I like your build too, swimmers build, wish I could keep these love handles off, you don’t seem to have any.” I reach out and tweak is side. Sean jumps, yelps as little. “Hey, that’s not fair, you want my feet don’t you?” “Sorry man. You have a really nice look, I already overstepped, I’ll go” “Princess, did I ask you do leave?” I smile. “No you didn’t .. so what do I call you?” “Sean, Master of all you see, and since I can see You, I am Master of you too.” I Grin. “Yes you are” “Yes. You are What?” “Master” “Sean smiles as do I. “Quick learner, I like that” “Silence, now sit and drink” I sit down with my two beers, Sean takes a sip of his beer as he props his crossed feet up on the coffee table. Soles for me to look gaze upon as I chug both beers.

“Would you like another pair of beers “Princess?” I nod. When Sean returns I have already set the chair up for the way I would like the video to be shot. “I’ll be right back, I brought some things for the video, props and things” “OK, I’ll be here” I go out to the Enterprise Rental Car “Enterprise the Rental Car Company you can Trust” – retrieve my bag and return to the house. Sean has his bare feet propped on the coffee table again. I notice the two beers are on the coffee table next to his soles. “Here are your beers, Princess” Sean laughs. I reach down grabbing one beer but also letting my index finger extend out stroking the sole of his left foot as I lift the beer from the table. Sean’s eyes widen, “Hey” he giggles. “Not yet, finish your beers first.” I smile and notice Sean has two beers as well. “Sean what if we run out of beer? Will they deliver?” “No, unfortunately?” “I bet they will for fifty bucks” Sean laughs. “Yea they will, I know who to call too” “Good”

“So, what’s in the bag, Caleb?” Second time he calls me Caleb not Princess. “Some things, I know you will like” First I pull out my Sony Handycam, tri-pod. Set them up. Then these two V shaped stands and a broom handle – setting it on the top of the V shaped stands. Looks like a very skinny saw-horse. “What is that?” I look at Sean. “Shhhh. Creative mind at work here” “Oh OK, sure” He laughs.

I then pull out a bag of Stiff Turkey Feathers I bought at “Michaels” craft store. Sean’s face goes white. “I know what they are” I turn and grin at him. I pull out a small pail, in it is a 9oz bottle of Dawn liguid soap and a small soft bristle shoe polishing brush. “Oh Boy, this is really fucking happening isn’t it?” “Drink your beer Sean” Sean chugs hard at the last one and a half beer’s he has left. “I’ll go get us some more” “OK”

When Sean returns, the setup is complete. The chairs, the stand, 8 feathers are strung up from the broom handle, dangling down

“All done” Sean stares at for the longest time all the while drinking down another beer. “All of this .. for Me?” “It’s not enough is it?” I chuckle. Sean gulps. “Yea, not enough, guess we can’t do the video” He nervously laughs. “Your right Sean, not enough.” I pull out of the bag a small box fan with string streamers attached to the fan grid. “Let me introduce you to my “Tickle Assistant” – “Fanny”. I laugh. “Holy Shit Caleb, you’re going to tickle torture me, I dunno man, this seems like a lot to take in.” “Drink your beer” He complies and finishes his other beer.

“I need more, you need a couple more Caleb?” “Yea” I chug the last remaining beer. “Lets call for some back-up before we get too drunk how about a pizza too?” “Sounds great, I’ll make the calls” Sean enters, hands me two beers, you drink” He smiles. “How much should we get? Beer wise?” “24-pak? Or two, I am drinking your stash man” “Two it is” Sean makes the calls while I sit and feel so lucky to be here. I look at the setup once again. He is going to have a good time, I know it. A fantasy coming true, fuck dreams this is about as real as it is going to get.

Sean returns propping his feet up on the coffee table once again. He chugs another beer. “Hey man, umm I’m feeling it, I might be too drunk to do the video” I grin at him “Sean, listen to me” “Ok” I speak German to him. “You are not too drunk and will do the video” Sean nods. “What did I just say to you?” “You are not too drunk and I will do the video” My mouth drops open. “WTF MAN ! You understood that?” “No, but I knew what you said. We both break out in hearty laughter. “

“Shit man, I Love you so much right now” “I love you more Sean” “Prove it, you said you would never lick my dirty feet” Sean points to his feet. “Lick them, prove you love me” Didn’t even hesitate. I knelt down before his crossed dirty feet on the coffee table. Licking my lips, sticking my saliva soaked tongue; I traced a line from his heel up the middle of his arch. Sean escapes a few giggles. Up to the ball of his foot to his big toe, then retracing my tongue trails back down to his heel. I lean back. I noticed Sean’s eyes were still closed. “That felt Amazing” “Glad you liked it. There’s a lot more for you when we shoot the video” Sean’s eyes were still closed, he nods his head vigorously.

“Good, Sit over here” Sean gets up from the sofa and sits on the chair. Without asking, he extends his feet to each side of the upright chair. I carefully tie each of his ankles to each side of the chair. “Oh, I brought something else. I retrieved from the rental an 90lb bag of sand. I place it on the chair between Sean’s tied feet. “Try to lift or pull your feet away” Sean smiles. “I can’t” “Exactly!” I grin back. “Oh No” Sean realizing his predicament. *Knock on the door** “Want me to get that Sean?” He laughs. “Sure why not, I seem to be tied up at the moment” We laugh.

“Beer has arrived” *Knock at the door** - a few moments later.“Pizza’s Here”

I take both to the kitchen, put the beer in the fridge cutting out a couple of pieces for Sean and putting them on a plate. I grab him a couple more beers to go with it.

“Hey I kinda like you being my food and drink wench” “Really Now? And who is barefoot, tied to a chair waiting to be …. Tickled?” “I’ll shut up now” Sean laughs as do I.

I sit at the end of the chair where Sean’s feet are tied. Nice view to eat in front of. “How’s the pizza?” offering to break the silence. “Pretty good. How do you like it?” “I like it, tastes better than the crap we order in Denver” Sean grins. “Then don’t order crap, order a Pizza” We both burst out laughing. I grin at Sean. “This is actually happening” “It is” “You’re feet are def hotter in person” Sean wiggles his toes. “Ya think?” “I do” “After this, they are yours for as long as you need. I’m doing this video” I smile so wide my face hurts.

We both finish our slices, Sean and I both drink down another beer in record time. “I’m ready” Sean blurts out. “Me too, I think” “Something wrong Caleb?” “Now that I am here, and you’re like tied up and ready, I don’t know. Ya Know? Sean, I really like you. I respect you so much. I feel as if my showing up expecting you to go through with this video is over the top , ya know?” “Caleb it is all of that, and more. Here’s the thing, I trust you to not to go to far. I have to trust YOU. Can I TRUST You?”

“Yes. Absolutely. You can trust me Sean.” “Then my feet are Yours.” I reach out and caress my prize. Sean’s feet twitch at my touch. He closes his eyes again. I spider my fingers up and down his crossed left sole. Sean breaks out in giggles, never asking me to stop.

”Sean?” He opens his eyes. “Can I blindfold you too?” Sean’s face is emotionless for a few moments. “Sure, why not. Caleb you already told me I could trust you Right? So go ahead.” “Cool, thanks” “No problem. We still are agreed that if I say “Stop” you will stop?” “Absolutely.” “OK then, blindfold me”

I blindfold Sean. Geesh , my dick is so hard you could hunt with it. Bludgeon that Elk to death with it. LOL. I finish blindfolding Sean. I stare at him for as few moments. I have a moment, this can’t be happening. He is so beautiful. Did I convince him in doing this or does he want to?

“Sean?” “Yea?” “Are you really OK with what is about to happen?” “Dude, you licked my dirty foot, that tells me you are totally into it, and you love me, on some level at least. So Yea, I’m OK” “OK then”

Where to start, that is my next question. “Sean, I’m going to the kitchen and fill the pail with water.” He nods.

When I get back, he is looking even sexier than before. I place the pail at the base of the chair where Sean’s feet are tied. I stare at his right sole for the longest time. I lean in and lick the base of his first and second toes. Sean’s toes spasm, his body jerks, Sean gasps in a long breath as a smile smirks across his face.

I dip my hands in the warm water. Then sprinkle the drops over both of his feet. I do this a couple of more times to make sure the water and soap are sufficient.

Grasping the brush, I flick it first over the tips of Sean’s toes on his left foot. Then his right. Sean’s toes flail in protest to the touch. He is pinching together his lips, keeping laughter from spilling out no doubt. His arms are flailing about at well. Can’t have that.

“Sean?” Breathless “Yea?” “Is it OK if I tie your arms to the chair behind your head?” “I think so. Why?” “I saw your arms flailing around and since you are blindfolded, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” “OH, Ok if you think so” “I do” “OK” I tie his arms up and down to the chair he is sitting in. I do notice his ribs and armpits are now wide open for exploration. * GRIN**

I pick up the brush again. I lower it to the side of his right foot. I rest it there for a few moments before I begin the brushing action. Sean’s lips are pursed, I am sure his eyes are welded shut, even though I can’t see them through the blindfold.

Slowly I begin the brushing action, up and down, up and down, up and down up and down. Sean is slowly losing it. His lips are trembling with the pent up laughter he knows is going to spew forth. Finally the damn breaks.

“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA STTAAAAAAAAAPPP AGHHHEHAHAH AHAHAHAHHA OMG HAHHAAHAH ! My dick is beyond going back. It seriously wants to Cum. Sean's foot is twitching in desperate relief from the brush, but that is not something that is going to happen any time soon.

I brush all around his foot, up and down, around his arch, the ball of his foot, the underside of all of his five wiggling didget's down to his heel and all around again and again.

For the next ten minutes I have Sean begging through his tortured laughter for it all to stop, even though he knows that is not going to happen unless he yells out the safe word. More fun for me.

After the ten minutes of brushing of his dirty foot I give Sean a break. He pant's and pant's, brathing hard as he tells me this is complete torture. "Sorry Sean, One foot to go" He nods in labored frustration.

While he awaits the brush torture of his left foot, I take a warm cloth and wipe his right foot clean of all soap and dirt, leaving that wonderful warm pink sole to admire and love. I lean in, licking his foot at the center of his arch. Sean giggles. I continue the tongue tickles a little longer moving my tongue to the base of his toes. Sean's laughter grows. *Note this is an especially reactive spot* - darting my tongue between his toes draws an even heartier laugh from him. He doesn't ask for the newest tickle torture to stop though.

I give Sean something to drink. His chest and forehead are dripping is sweat. I kiss the top of his head. "Hey man you are doing great, just a little longer, OK?" Sean nods. I kiss him once again on the top of his head.

I start the whole process again on Sean's left foot. More of the same reaction from the workout on his right foot. More labored with a slightly hoarse voice, but he pulled through the last 10 minutes like a real trooper.

I decided after I wiped his foot clean to give him some extra tongue time on his left foot. Sean smiled, giggled, flexed his toes, twitched his foot but never asked me to stop or use he safe word. Looking up at his crotch, I now know why. He has a hard on.

Remember I said I would not go further .. Unless? We're at that point guy's. "Sean?" Giggling still "yehahaha?" "You're hard" "Ahahahhaa I know, I can't help it" "I'm going to lossen your belt OK?" "Ahh aaa OK, don't touch my dick, promise" "I promise Sean, I will not touch your dick" "Ohh OK"

I loosen his belt opening his shorts a little and his dick springs forth, he's not wearing underware so it really has no place to go but UP. LOL There it is full mast bobbing back and forth. Time to unleash the feathers.

I drop the line of 8 feathers. They surround Sean's thobbing manhood. I watch his dick pulsate at the caress of the feathers. This is going to work great.

"Sean?" Breathlessly again "Yeeeaaahhh" "I know you can feel something around your cock, it's not me, OK?" "I .,.. I II.. I know.. I'm fine." Sean licks his lips.

I untie both of Sean's feet. Putting them together side by side on the chair, I lean in and lick ferociously up and down both of his feet, heels to toes up and down, side to side, tongue tickling his toes. Sean squrims, laughs wiggles about and as he does the feathers go to work on his pulsating cock. I look up from time to time to watch his dick throb back and forth, aching for release.

He giggles, moans, thrusting his dick into the feathers he brings himself ever so closer to realizing the ending that is about to happen.

Twenty minutes later Sean is a giggling, moaning mess as I feel his legs tense so tight his toes and soles flex back, he seams to have stopped breathing. I pull myself back from licking his toes long enough to see Sean's cock spew the first of many ropes of cum, his body so weak to handle what is happening, I rush behind him, wrapping my arms around him, whispering in his ear, "It's OK Sean let it go, I'm here" Seans body spasmed a few more times, a rope of cum landed in my hair. It was incredible.

It was a few minutes later. Sean wrapped an arm around my neck pulling me even closer. "Thank You Caleb" he whispered. "I really like you too" he kissed my cheek.

I stood there with my head on his chest for a long time. I dropped a few tears knowing what I had to tell Sean. He took notice, "Caleb why are you crying?"

"I forgot to turn the camera on" Sean slummped back in the chair "Oh Great"

Smiles all around for Round 2.

Tigg