Foot Fetish

Foot Fetish

By J.M. Snyder

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Foot Fetish

By J.M. Snyder

Vic Braunson was a foot man, and hislong-time lover, Matt diLorenzo, had extremely large, sexy,masculine feet. The long, curved toes ended in square-shaped pads,the nails were straight and trim, the soles supple and pliant inVic's hand. Often when they were home together, at the dinner tableor on the couch watching TV, Vic always had one of Matt's feet inhis lap, the heel pressed against his crotch or his fingers lacedthrough Matt's toes.

So when he woke on Valentine’s Day to find afoot-shaped gel insole on Matt’s pillow and his lover nowhere insight, Vic knew something was, as they say, afoot. Sittingup, he let the bed sheets fall from his nude body and stretched inthe early morning chill. Goosebumps pimpled his arms and legs.“Matt?”

No answer.

Vic picked up the insole and found the notebeneath it. Happy V-Day, it read in Matt’s blockish scrawl.Find the other foot.

Pushing himself off the bed, Vic sighed. Itwas too early for this. Padding naked to the bathroom, he growled,“Matt.”

From somewhere in the apartment, he heardMatt’s breathless snicker.

So this was a game, of sorts. Vic wonderedwhat Matt might have in mind. Something sinful, he hoped, thatended with the both of them in bed again. He hated waking upalone.

In the bathroom, Vic checked behind theshower curtain, but Matt wasn’t there. And the only thing hidingbehind the bathroom door was Vic’s robe. Shrugging into the warmflannel, Vic cinched the belt around his waist and headed down thehall of his tiny apartment. Almost absently, he slipped the gelinsole into his pocket.

The kitchen was empty. “Matt?” Vic called,hoping for another laugh to pinpoint his lover’s position. But noanswer came this time. Didn’t matter, really—only the living roomremained, and Vic sidled up to the doorway as quietly as he could.He listened but heard nothing—no breathing, no rustle of clothing,nothing at all. Resisting the urge to call out Matt’s name again,Vic sprung around the corner, sure he’d won…

The living room, too, was empty. The otherinsole lay on the floor beside the couch.

Frustrated now, Vic crossed the living roomand bent to retrieve the insole. Beneath it was another note.Sit down. Raising his voice so his lover would hear him, Vicsaid, “Matty, come on. This isn’t funny.”

He didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, butsuddenly strong, warm hands splayed across his backside. “It saysdown, boy,” Matt said, giving Vic a little push. “It means on thefloor. Sit.”

Turning to sink to the floor, Vic complied.Matt stood before him, in the buff. His long legs stretched formiles above Vic, whorled with dark curls that matched the thickthatch on the top of his head and the knot of curls scribbled athis crotch. His olive skin looked dusky and cool, like water drapedin shadow. Jutting from his groin, a thick erection swung at Vic,heavy and red-tipped. With a playful bite, Vic snapped at hislover’s dick.

“Not yet,” Matt teased. Kneeling in front ofVic, he untied the knot at Vic’s waist and pushed open the flannelbathrobe. Vic’s own cock was already half erect, eager in Matt’spresence. When Vic touched Matt’s cheek, his lover turned to kisshis palm. “Love you,” he murmured against Vic’s flesh. “Now sitback and enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?” Vic asked.

Without another word, Matt sat down andleaned back, redistributing his weight on his elbows as he easedhis legs between Vic’s. His long feet glistened with lotion, andthey left slick trails along Vic’s legs as they rubbed over hisknees and up his inner thighs. Vic watched, fascinated, as Mattplanted one foot against his shaved balls, fitting the sacperfectly into the arch. His toes wiggled, exciting Vic’s dick, thenails skimming over his skin with a dry sound. The other footcurled down Vic’s length, the big toe toying with the alreadyweeping tip of Vic’s cock. Hands fisting in his robe, he gasped,“God,” and “Matt,” and “Yes, yes,” in a guttural tone thatrumbled through him like thunder.

Spreading his legs wider, Vic slouched downto allow Matt full access to his genitalia. Matt’s large feetrubbed over his balls and dick, squeezing him, kneading him,playing with him as he grew more aroused by the moment. Steeplinghis long toes over Vic’s erection, Matt stroked the hard lengthwith only the soles of his feet. Then he caught Vic’s shaft betweentwo toes and strummed from tip to base in one smooth stroke. Histoes massaged Vic’s hairless crotch, pressing into him when hiships rose off the ground. With his heel against Vic’s balls, Mattfondled his lover with both feet, flat on his stomach or slidingalong his erection, toes tickling his cockhead and curvingdelicately around his shaft.

Finally, Matt caught Vic’s cock between bothfeet and gently tapped the swollen tip with one big toe. Themaddening sensation rippled through Vic like water racing from atossed stone. Each tap shot through him, from his dick up throughhis