A Cold Winter's Night Without A Cigarette
by Bob K

It was around 11:45pm and I had just finished my last cigarette. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing there were none in the house for the morning so I decided to get dressed and go out into the cold winter night to get a pack.

As soon as I opened my front door I was blasted with what seemed to be the coldest wind I have ever felt. For a second I though if I realty wanted to go, or should I just go back to bed. I had no idea at the time that going out that night to my neighborhood Quick Stop would be the best thing I could have done.

The weather was terrible, cold and wet being January and snow was predicted for the next day and the streets were completely empty.

I thought, "All this for a stupid pack of cigarettes, I've got to give these up!".

The first store I drove to was closed due to the weather knocking out power so I drove to the next one further down the road. "CLOSED" was the sign in the window. I figured screw this! I'm just going home and ill smoke some butts until I remembered this small store only a few minutes from here that was owned by this great looking guy who had been the main character in many of my late night fantasies.

I thought this would be my last chance to get some cigarettes so I headed in his direction.

As I drove to his small store I began to think about him, Gary's one of those men you just see and are attracted to immediately to, wether your a man or a woman. He is tall single about 45 and here from Israel for about 9 months, had no family here and lived above the store alone he was about 6'2" dark short wavy hair and piercing brown eyes and from the looks of it about size 13 feet which always caught my eyes attention.

Every time I have gone into that store I have gone home and fantasized about the things I would do to those feet of his. I also always wondered if his masculine body was sensitive to the touch of a light feather, teasing every sensitive point and would it send waves of hysterics and excitement. After leaving his store I would fantasize about having him tied to a bed and slowly removing his clothes as my fingers would tickle every inch of his body.

"GRRRRRRRRR" I slammed on the brakes realizing I was lost in one of my fantasies just as I was about to pass his store and pulled in to the parking lot. I noticed the lights were out but the cash register was on.

I thought, "he must be open" and thought "oh thank god for Gary".

As I approached the store I saw through the window that it seemed deserted and kind of messy which was not Gary's usual way. I went to the door and found it to be open and I entered. I immediately felt something was wrong as I looked around. Everything was OK though, a little messy but still seemed OK, but where was Gary?.

I didn't call out to him fearing that if someone were there who shouldn't be that I could get out unnoticed. I began walking to the back of the store where the stock room was thinking he is probably there but when I looked in I didn't see him there. As I was about to leave I heard a muffled sound coming from another room down a short hall and off to the side. I made my way through the dark hall tripping on some small boxes until I found the door. I put my ear to the door to
see if anyone was there but only heard a muffled moan again but no other
voices.

Fearing the worst I gently pushed the door open making as little noise as possible and peered in. It was dark and musty smelling shelves lined the walls and in the center was a large silver table the kind butchers have for cutting meats.

On the top of the table to my surprise was Gary bound , gagged and blindfolded. I thought to myself "what the hell was going on here?"

As I approached the table where Gary was struggling to get out of his restraints I noticed a paper on the wall that said "Thanks for the great evening stud and the $100.00 bucks STUD". RICK.

Hmmmmmmmm I though to myself, Gary wasn't as straight as I though he was.

My thoughts went full speed reliving all the fantasies I've ever had about Gary in this situation and knowing it was after closing time and due to the weather being so bad that no one would be coming here till the morning if at all then.

Gary by now heard me moving around but was unable to see who it was and I thought immediately about the letter on the wall. I could have all the fun with Gary and he would think it was Rick.

Hmmmmmmmmm what fun!

I looked at Gary lying there helpless and reached into his pockets for the keys as he bucked and yelled through the gag in his mouth and I went to the front door and hung the Closed sign on it and locked it. I then went to shut the lights so no one would know anyone was here.

I made my way back to the small room and found a small stool on wheels and moved it next to the table and sat down. I removed my coat and gloves and just stared at him and his body all spread eagle and helpless. It was a fantasy come true.

I raised my hand and began to gently stroke his hair as he raised his head in disapproval but I just put the palm of my hand on his forehead and eased it back down. I stroked his face and neck as his breathing became heavier, slow gentle strokes along his masculine neck and soft small ears. I then began to run my hands over his shoulders and down his chest which was beginning to heave with anticipation. My small fingers found his nipples through this shirt and gently teased them feeling them grow hard with each stroke.

Gary was now arching his head back as he felt me caress his chest unaware I was unbuttoning his shirt as I moved my hands slowly down his stomach. I slid my hands under the material and felt his strong thickly haired chest under my fingers as I caressed every inch of his chest. I leaned forward to taste his nipple and began to lick its soft flesh running my tongue around it in small circles as Gary's chest raised and sunk to every gentle lick. As my fingers slid along his stomach I gently scraped my nails along his ribs and with a jolt Gary bucked

"He is ticklish!" I though to myself.

I began to tease tickle him as he arched his head back and muffled laughter came from his gagged mouth. I was in heaven. I tickled every inch of his chest and pits. I would stop just long enough to let him catch his breath then begin again.

After about 20 min of this teasing I began to open his belt to his black pants. Gary in an exhausted moan pleaded with me to stop but I just unzipped his pants and spread them apart and began to massage my capture, stroking his rod with my fingers then my tongue through his white Calvin's. Gary was in ecstasy. I licked him and stroked him till I noticed a small wet spot forming on the white cotton and I knew a little more of this and he would come, so I would have to explore new areas first .

I stopped teasing his balls and Gary began to moan harder for me to continue , but I had other ideas in my head, Especially those size 13 feet of his.

I began to roll the stool I was on around to the foot of the table where Gary's feet were tightly tied to each corner. Gary's head raised to see what I was up to though he was unable to see. I looked at his feet bound to the table with rope around his ankles and saw the most wonderful thing, Gary was wearing black OTC dress hose in his wing tip black shoes. Could this be a dream? I have always fantasized about him in these.

I rested both of my hands on his ankles feeling the ultra thin fabric which hugged a mans foot like a second skin. Gary began to kick as best as he could as my fingers began to scratch at the back of his ankles. I think he knew what he was in for !!!!!!!!!!! My hands began to run over the tops of his shoes as I leaned forward to smell the leather. I mischeviously poked my index finger into the arch of the shoe and inhaled the aroma of Gary's foot as it escaped its confinement. The smell was fantastic moist, musky and hot. My heart began to race.

As Gary begged for me to stop I began to unlace his left shoe watching as the black lace unwound from its tight know and felt the shoe begin to stretch free from its bounds. I savored each minute and smell that was coming from within. As I reached for the heal of the shoe Gary raised up as best as he could and began to shake his head NO! but I continued to slide the shoe off reveling his firm thinly clad heal of his foot.

I let the shoe stay there for several min as I pressed my nose to it and licked it and gently scratched it which drove Gary wild. The feel of his socked foot was fantastic I cupped his heal and admired how strong it was as I slowly began to slide the shoe up along his moist foot . . . licking and tickling as the leather was removed. Gary was bucking as my fingers danced and tortured his helpless soles which were so moist the it was like not having any socks on at all. I then began to completely remove his shoe to expose his firm long toes and very meaty balls of his foot.

Gary was perspiring profusely by now while I explored every inch of his manly sensitive foot . I stroked it gently at first to start the blood flowing to all the sensitive spots and then began to tickle with my finger tips from the heal to the toes. Gary was in ecstasy and agony at the same time. My fingers probed under each toe lingering where a sensitive spot was found. I would then go in for what I call the "kill" I would wrap both hands around his foot and for about 3-5 min I would with more pressure tickle his helpless foot as he screamed under his gag and through his body wildly about on the table. Then I would gently stroke his foot just enough to keep him on the verge but not enough to cause hysterics. I would continue this for the next half hour.

By now Gary has been reduced to a quivering mass of manhood unable to resist the next attack but with at massive hard-on which needed servicing badly. Every so often I would gently lick his cock and balls to keep him good and ready but stop just before the final peak.

After what seemed like hours I decided it was time to expose his bare foot , Gary was almost limp as I slowly slid off the thin black sock and as each part of his bare foot was revealed I would lick it and savor the salty taste forming in my mouth. Finally I had removed his sock completely exposing his soft almost childish skin and his long perfect toes. I began to run my tongue along it and in-between each toe. Gary was moaning with delight when I noticed a child's Indian headdress on one of the shelves. I reached for it and pulled the perfect feather from it and began to glide it over Gary's bare foot.

Gary went insane, his almost virgin like skin on his foot was extremely sensitive to the softness of the feather. I stroked every inch and under the toes as Gary bucked and cried but to no avail. I slid the feather between each toe then back again then along his soft arches .I was in ecstasy. The feather slid into each and every crevice of his bare foot and over the top and under the toes.

I turned to look at Gary and noticed he was almost totally exhausted so with pity in my heart I figured he deserved to come. I moved to his aching cock and balls and gently lowered the feather to the awaiting skin, with one stroke Gary went wild bucking for more. I began to stroke from the base to the hole as Gary's head arched back madly he was ready to come....

I tickled each ball till it almost disappeared into his groin cavity. then with the gentlest of strokes I stroked just under the head at the glands and watched Gary inhale and exhale harder and harder till his whole body lifted off the table, his toes pointing to the wall almost spastically as he felt his whole insides almost exploding and I continued to stroke for what seemed 2 min until he gave a blast of air out of the gag and his cock exploded violently, sending eruptions one after another as his body shook and bucked. With each eruption I continued to stroke his cock with the feather till he began to slowly come back to reality.

Gary laid there bound and gagged sweating like crazy is breathing becoming more normal now as I pondered if I should untie him and just hope for the best or leave him there to be found by someone else in the morning? I decided the best thing was to untie him and explain how I had always wanted him this way and just hope he wouldn't hurt me.

As I began to start to untie his hands I noticed I still never got his other shoe off. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Well that answered my question and besides it was still the wee hours of the morning and with the snow coming down no one would come here anyway....

I gently leaned down to Gary's ear and said in a soft whisper "Can't have that right foot of yours become jealous of all the attention the left one got, now can we?"

But that is another story...

The End For Now.

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