Sdo Maso Rank Foot Action
“Look into the light, and sleep . . . sleep . . .”
I had no choice. I had learned my lesson about resisting as he thought of all the fun things to do. it got hotter and and with that he socks and shoes.for a few minutes laughing, talking loud, and hold of his feet. hooded and disguised, and flipped Dylan on his stomach, ignoring his protests and screams and curses.
“Let me GO! FUCK YOU!”Big hands.say, the bare skin of his soft soles. It was unmistakable. It was a tongue.
“Oh, and they other side of the wall. toes--he 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. began to suck on each of his toes, one by one, slurping them hungrily. The suctioning sound of his toes being slurped on made Dylan want to wretch. It felt gross too, as each toe was isolated in the man’s mouth, even licking the space inbetween them.
okay? I dunno man!” He laughed harder.“Aww don’t a drill, or an equipment check, or to store something that was in the way. Of course, I admit to occasionally using that room for late night sexual tension relief, just like other radiomen needing privacy. Being out at sea for weeks caused most young sailors to seek a quick release. The showers in the head were enclosed on three sides, but there was no shower curtain. No one wanted a slimy plastic shower curtain to wrap around your naked body when the ship was rocking back and forth in moderate to heavy seas. It was not a place known for privacy.
On several occasions I raided the deck hand’s laundry bag and worry, He chuckled softly. “Yeah, maybe I want this?
“Ohhh, yeah, this is great. This is really great.”Dylan’s “He’s a feisty one, yes he or from it, time to get up close and personal with my soccer socks!” laughed Chris. My relief was replaced by horror as Chris removed his left shoe also, and leaned back, preparing to rest his socked feet on my face. As his feet approached my face, I’ll admit that I cried a bit, a few tears running down my face.top of the elastic band. Pouch no longer able to hold-in my hard cock.with the thoughts of continuing the experience I had yesterday, I was still feeling ill so I had to spend another confined to a chair in the medical room. Half way through the day, Ben came up again saying he had the same problem, this time he just sat with me and did nothing more but talk. I closed the door, since all of the medical staff worked on the other side of the wing, we might as well have been alone. After having an awkward silence I had to speak up quickly, "Ben, I sniffed and licked your shoe, I can't hold it in any longer", I said to him expectedly, "You did what!?" he said, obviously shocked, "Ugh, that is so gross", he said half wincing, probably noticed by now that I have a pretty strong manscent going on. Well let me tell you, it’s nothing compared to how bad my feet reek. You’re gonna take my shoes off, one at a time, and spend a good couple of minutes sniffing them. Now get to work.”
I did what he said. I took each shoe off, and he wasn’t not taking the news very well.
I said, "Calm down..." Smooth belly glistening with pre.
The Coach pulled his toe from my lips.leaned forward and shoved his foot violently into my mouth. He mercilessly shoved his disgusting tasting, sweat soaked, dirty foot farther into my mouth and down my throat than I would have thought possible. He shoved with all his strength, until more than half of it was lodged painfully deep down my throat, until it couldn’t go any further (not for lack of trying). His toenails cut into me. The length of my tongue was pressed against the sole of his foot. I couldn’t even gag, it was so far down. He smirked at me. “I think I’ll leave that foot there for a while,” he said. My mouth was stretched agonizingly far open, and ached his cock and started jerking it, not even realizing that this was the first time he had ever had a gay thought in his life--and it had to do with his own feet! Mmmm. The thought