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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 fty/donate.html Please feel free to e-mail me at ail. 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 gaziantep travesti 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 gaziantep masaj salonları 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. gaziantep escort bayan 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

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