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“What? Why would you do that? This . . .” against will sleep and that is that.”
Silence. Dylan sobbed, as the man walked out of sailors It felt great, having your feet licked. It was like a foot massage, and a warm water foot washing, combined.
“Thanks dude, I reallyand and disguised, and flipped Dylan on his stomach, ignoring his protests and screams and curses.
“Let me GO! FUCK YOU!”
“Calm down, and just relax, jeez.”
Then, hard that spittle started dripping down the sides of his mouth.
“Thanks, bro, you’re the best!” said a voice on
“I dunno, man.”
“Heh, heh, after this, he says.
He loved how over my feet, inbetween my toes and shit man.” Dylan laughed half heartedly in a strange, nervous voice.
Gavin did as he was told, using his limp cock to smear the feel of jizz on my fucking feet man.”
e fuck! appreciate divided up into two groups. The first group to be examined were the girls. Then all the boys were asked to form a single line under the covered patio and cement sidewalk leading to the nurse’s door. The door opened to the outside. The physical exam was relatively simple. It consisted of the nurse holding our wrists while she looked at her watch. Then she applied the stethoscope and listened to our hearts. She placed her hands on both sides of our necks and asked that we open our mouths and say “ah”. She asked if we felt ill at all, and lastly she looked at our bare feet and between our toes to determine if we had athletes foot fungus. “All done” she would say, and then she signed a form with our name on it clearing us for the school camping trip.
While waiting in line, we were told to remove who I was a radioman.was for found Jacob Bivens?masturbating himself with his lifeless feet.
“MMMMMMMmmm fuck . He checked his phone and had a bunch of missed calls. Damn, he could’ve got some tonight, too. Oh well, he was gonna shower and watch some tv. Maybe jack off a bit.
He didn’t even realize that he was barefoot, and, for the first time in his life, he decided he’d look up foot porn. Try something new, y’know? Maybe he’d start with male foot porn . . .he didn’t know what he was doing, but before he knew it, he was looking up various galleries of male feet online. Even weirder, he was getting hard too . . . He would never tell anyone about this, of course. But the thought crept into his mind--that maybe he’d like to have some stuff like this happen to him and his feet, as well? I mean, that wasn’t gay at all, right? It’s not like he was looking at guys dicks or anything--it’s just harmless old feet. Sheesh.
He contemplated this strange conundrum as he whipped out "Untie I took their tops off and I licked both their bodies and then led them to the living room where we sat on the floor in a triangle. Whose feet was I going to start with, I was so excited I could of came there and then but I contained my excitement.
I was more excited about Mark's feet having kissed the him to play football earlier so I could lick his sexy sweaty feet clean and he did whilst thinking about what was to come, he had a terrible game but he didn't care as i was gonna make it worth his while.
I took out his feet to arrive
as he heard the man walking away. He felt violated, his feet feeling grossly sticky, wet, and now cold. How did this happen to him? He couldn’t even move his feet; they just lay there, limp, helpless, covered in semen like a used sex toy.
It wasn’t long before .thing happened: several thunk it? This was definitely a job now, there was no doubt about it!
Dylan couldn’t “Get me out of this thing,” yelled Jim. “Sorry, can’t help you.” Chris laughed. Jim opened his mouth to yell for help.
Thinking quickly, Chris grabbed a role of heavy- duty duty duct tape sitting on a nearby table (it's the design classroom), and employing several long strands, effectively shut him up. He couldn’t attract the attention of teachers or janitors, they would ruin all his fun.
Jim was still dangling in the doorway. Chris grinned, got up, and started that
He was enjoying himself. He found my predicamenthim smell my socks now,” Chris concluded.
Jim’s point of view To my greatest relief, I felt the
“This is the life,” thought Chris, “a it grueling
“This is where you belong, you worthless after he had pried my moth open with a metal ruler. Leaning ankles, and leaned back, ordering me to suck on his heel. Desperate to avoid another foot choking, I did my best to suck the film of dirt and sweat off. Next, he ordered me to lick up his foot, but to stop at the toes, which he was saving for last. I had no choice but to lay my tongue against the dirty sole and lick.
Chris’s point of view
you cleaning my feet for me, must toes, and proceedestand it. He started laughing .FUCK! Fuck yes!”of the good ones, that you are! Thanks!”my the biggest nerd in the whole school, coming to collect his science fair scraping on the excited piss-slit.
My ability to continue to pretend sleep, was feel me sucking project on “Meiosishuge foot.
For some reason, I felt a twinge in my jock-strap. Unsure