Joe's Toes
by Sernoze

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Late last spring I moved in with a close friend of mine, my buddy Joe from high school. It just so happened that my apartment building had been sold, so I needed a place to live. I luckily ran into Joe, who I hadn't seen for years, at a gas station. We had been good friends back in high school, but lost touch after I had gone off to college. I explained my current situation to him and he told me I was in luck. His roommate had just gotten married and moved out, and I was welcome to come stay with him. Needless to say I was elated. I had always had a secret crush on Joe, but I always assumed he was straight and wouldn't go for any "fun". I was about to learn to never assume anything.
I moved in on a Sunday afternoon. I showed up at the apartment with my things in tow and was greeted at the door by Joe. He still looked the same as he did in high school: fucking gorgeous. Its no wonder all the girls were after him. He stood about 6 feet tall with a powerful yet slender build. He had short blonde hair and piercing gray eyes and a boyishly handsome face. He was wearing a t shirt and gym shorts and was, true to form, barefoot. That's one thing that had always driven me crazy about Joe. He hardly ever wore shoes, and if he did it was flip flops or sandals. This was a result of his passion for surfing and spending so much time at the beach...much to my naughty delight.
"C'mon in;" he said with a friendly smile. "Mi casa es su casa! Your room is all ready for you."
I followed him into the apartment while eyeballing his firm ass through the tight shorts. He led me into my room, which was empty except for a bed and a dresser.
"Joe, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. You really helped me out." I said peering into his eyes.
"Hey no problem man. It'll be like old times. Go ahead and get situated and we'll order a pizza."
With that he turned and went out. I kicked off my sandals and started unpacking. Later that evening, we sat in the living room chomping on pizza and talking about old times. The entire time I couldn't help but stare at two things: his luscious feet and his bulging crotch. He wore about a size 11, and had toes to die for. I fantasized about slurping on them, just as I had when we were teens. Then I got busted.
"There you go looking at my feet again. You still into that?" I was stunned by the question, but then I remembered how he had caught me drooling over his toes many times before when we were younger. I played it off just like I had done back then.
"Hey, you got nice feet for a guy. A lot of guys don't have perfect feet like that."
"Yeah," he remarked, "but you're the only guy I know that gets turned on by them."
We both busted out laughing, but deep down I wondered if he was serious. I had never told Joe that I was bi. Did he know? Suddenly, Joe swiveled on the couch and put his feet in my lap.
"Since you like them so much, why don't you rub them for me?"
I tried to look offended, but I'm sure my face radiated sheer delight. My cock, which had been half hard in my sweat shorts anyway, leaped to attention. He had to feel it on his ankle. I caressed each foot slowly, savoring the feel of the smooth skin. I massaged each toe, longing to suck each one into my mouth, almost as much as I wanted to devour his surfer cock. "Mmm, that feels good." he moaned as he massaged his arch. After a while of this, I couldn't take it any more. I lifted his leg and sucked all five of the toes on his right foot into my mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he barked. But he didn't jerk away.
I took my mouth off of his foot just long enough to say "Toe bath." And I went back to sucking. Joe laid back and let me enjoy myself. As I inhaled his scrumptious toes, I began rubbing his furry legs, first the calves, then the thighs. I was getting dangerously close to ground zero, and when I looked up to plot my course, I was thrilled to see the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. Oh my God! Joe is about to let me touch his dick! And I'm sucking his toes! I was delirious with excitement. I gently placed my hand on his throbbing boner. Then Joe busted my bubble.
"Hey, easy," he said moving my hand from his crotch. "Lets not take this too far."
I was horrified. Too far?
"Too far? Shit Joe, your rock hard. You don't like what I'm doing?" I asked, looking for hope.
"That's just the problem. I do like what your doing. I mean, I always said if I did it with a guy, it would be you, but...I don't know if I'm ready to take our friendship there."
I honestly remember thinking 'FUCK FRIENDSHIP! AND WHILE YOUR AT IT,FUCK ME!' But I didn't want to push the issue, this being my first night there and all.
He had already admitted that he had thought about "doing it with me", and we now lived together, so I'd wait. I didn't realize the wait wouldn't be very long.
Needless to say, that night I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed wondering had I made a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have been so forward. Maybe I should have kept my lust for his feet (and his dick) to myself. Is this going to put a strain on our friendship? Just then my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running water. It sounded like Joe was taking a shower. At this time of night? I waited for a minute, then convinced myself to go investigate. I wrapped a towel around me (I always sleep naked) and padded down the hall. The bathroom door was cracked open and I could see steam coming from inside. As I got closer to the door, I began hearing a faint clapping sound. It was fast and steady. Then I heard what sounded like a moan.
I peered through the crack and nearly fell over at what I saw. Joe was naked in the shower stroking his rock hard cock with his head turned to the sky. Fortunately for me, the shower door was clear glass, so I could see everything. I immediately reached for my rapidly swelling dick. His body was exquisite! He looked so hot standing there in the hot stream of water pulling his meat. Within seconds I was ready to cum, still half worked up from earlier that evening. Joe moaned again, and to my astonishment, he said my name!
"Yeah suck it...suck my dick!" He moaned. He was imagining I was sucking his dick! Oh baby, you don't have to imagine shit! I burst through the door and snatched the shower door open. Joe jumped and looked at me.
"Jesus, you scared me...I was just..." I reached out and grabbed his 7 inch log.
"You were just about to waste a good load." I said.
With that, I bent over and slurped his boy meat into my mouth. To my delight, there was no resistance. I savored the taste of his swollen dick, sucking slowly sinking my lips into the texture of his erection. I jacked it with one hand while I instinctively began rubbing his wet toes with the other. He began bucking his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth, muttering all types of wonderful obscenities under his breath. I sucked for a few minutes until he seemed like he was about to cum. I pulled my lips from his shaft and stood up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, as if his feelings were hurt. "I was almost ready to cum!" I smiled at him.
"Its not nice to stop someone when they are in a groove, now is it?" I remarked. He looked at me.
"Man, I was just a little nervous earlier, that's all. I knew we were going to do it. I knew it when I asked you to move in. I just didn't think it'd happen so fast. But now that its happening, can you finish the job?" he asked, stroking his cock..
"Lets go to your room so we can get comfortable." I said.
He turned the shower off and let me towel him dry. I then followed him into his room where he immediately lay on his back and opened his legs. His dick was still rock hard. He gripped it and looked at me intently.
"Come suck me..." he growled. It was like the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. I knelt in front of the bed.
"First things first surfer boy." I immediately began licking his toes again, sliding my tongue between them and gently kissing the toe nails. He stroked his boner and began muttering again.
"Yeah...eat my toes...you love it don't you? You like my feet in your mouth? Suck them...yeah suck them good..."
The room was filled with the sound of slurping, moaning and slapping. It was fantastic! After giving both his feet a complete tongue bath, I turned my mouth back onto his cock. As I sucked it into my throat, I decided I wanted to feel Joe's meat inside me. I wondered was he ready to go as far as fucking me. Shit, we had come this far. I slid my mouth off his cock and stood up.
"You got a rubber?" I asked.
Without saying a word, Joe reached over, opened the nightstand drawer and came up with a pre lubed condom. "You want to fuck me?"
"Shit yeah!" he said without hesitation. I slid the rubber down over his boner. His dick was just perfect for ass fucking: not too big but certainly not too small. I straddled him and lowered my asshole onto the tip of his dick. I exhaled and slid down, my man hole completely engulfing his shaft. Once I got used to it being in me, I began to rotate my hips.
"Oh yeah...that feels so fucking good..." he moaned.
He started bucking under me, and before I knew it, he was out and out stroking my brains out. I slammed down into each one of his savage upward thrust, and I could feel his bloated balls bouncing up against my ass cheeks. Joe gripped my hips and ground his hard on into my depths as he howled in ecstasy.
"Ride that dick boy! Oh shit, bounce on it!"
Without warning, he flipped me over, and the next thing I know I was on my back with him on top of me. He gripped my ankles, threw my legs in the air and stuffed his dick back into my ass. I looked up at him, unable to speak. He stared into my eyes and he pounded me into the mattress. For a brief moment, it was as if we were actually making love as opposed to just fucking (there is a difference). Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and I felt his hot tongue probing mine. I gripped his body hard and wrapped around him as he rammed his hard surfer dick in and out of my tight hole. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he suddenly rose up and began licking my toes, which were eye level to him. He sucked my big toe into his mouth and lapped at my other toes.
He pulled his mouth off long enough to say "You got sexy toes too!" Then he went back to sucking (and fucking).
This, of course, was all I could stand. I grabbed my bloated cock and began pounding it, as the sensations of his dick in my ass, his mouth on my toes, and the heat of his body all collided to send me into a shattering climax. I let out a roar of pleasure as cum burst from my dick and splattered all over my stomach. I swear, it felt like I blew a whole pint of the white stuff! Joe lost it when he saw this.
"Oh shit!" he yelled. "I'm gonna cum too!!!"
At that moment all I could hear was his boyish coos, the slurping sound of his cock sliding in and out of my man cunt and the squeaky box spring under us. Joe pulled his cock from my depths, snatched off the condom, and blew a spectacular load all over my chest and belly, leaving me soaked in both his cum as well as mine. It was great! Joe collapsed on top of me and we ground our sweaty bodies together. We were both in absolute heaven.
Come to find out that Joe had always been secretly bi , but had never acted on his urge to make it with a guy. He said he had fantasized about fucking me for years because he says he could always sense I had gay tendencies.
"It's the way you used to always look at my feet. You'd get all lusty looking and shit. Why do you think I was always barefoot whenever you came around? I knew it made you hot."
Joe maintains that he always wanted to approach me, but didn't know how. Turns out that it didn't matter. Our first time was well worth the wait. We still live together, and though we lead our own lives and see other people, we still have our fun when we're home alone. There is just one rule: no footwear allowed in the house, ever! Now that's a rule I can live with....