Me, Myself and X
by Mc.naynay

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I like sex as much as the next person, but there's something about touching yourself that is so blissful for me, you know all the moves.

I settle myself on my bed; I don't have anyone to be sexy for so I strip off my clothes and socks immediately. I'm in my black tight fitting boy legs, I hate the white ones, and they’re such a cliché. And my black tanktop. I settle my laptop beside me and start surfing. Once I find the video that presses my buttons I start my glorious trip down pleasure road, and it feels good.

as I watch the masters fingers on the screen dance over his victims meaty teenage feet my eyes glitter with lust and the frenzy starts. There is a long mirror at the end of the bed tilted on its frame so I can see myself.

I look at my long dark 19-year-old body, shaven head, diamond-studded ears, and I love myself.

I can see my creamy soles at the bottom of the bed, my toes and my meaty balls and heels; they're delicious even to me.

As I rub one of my arches with my opposite foots big toe I take a breath. I watch my hand wander up my chest, underneath my tank top, both my hands pushing my tank top up over my big chest, my nipples can sense the approach my own magic fingers.

I begin to tickle my nipples, my back arches and my mouthparts in a moan of pleasure, my cock gets hard almost instantly, but I don't touch that part of me, not yet.

I look to the video again, at the way the toes wiggle at the ticklers touch, the brown haired stud is laughing, and it fills my ears as I touch and caress my nipples, I turn onto my chest so I can hump the mattress, my hips grinding like a dancers into the sheets, my hand pressed against my chest still going at my man tits.

I clench my butt cheeks and I can feel the cum inside of me waiting to blow.

I stop myself.

Roll onto my back and watch the screen, my hands still enjoying the torturous pleasure of my nipples. I’m breathing heavily now.

I wiggle my sexy toes, and I can see my hard dick in the mirror standing tall and to attention. I pull of my boy legs and admire the artwork of my sculpted naked body.

The door to my room opens and in walks x, that's what you'll know him as, he doesn't need a name, and all I need from x is his tongue and his fingers.

He is here as a friend of mutual interests, simply to enhance my experience, if I could double myself, I would do what x does to me while I touch myself, but I cant, so x has the pleasure.

I don't even notice his presence anymore, it’s so normal for him to just be here. He kneels at the foot of the bed, and with tender love for that particular extremity, he caresses my feet, with a slow motion scratching movement with each hand on each foot, up and down the length of my soles.

I giggle and squirm a little, the doubled sensation of the tickling at my nipples and the tickling at my feet and toes makes me so hard that my cock starts to ache, ache for its release.

X is a sort of un-remarkable looking man, he's older than me, twenty-five, he isn't handsome, but he isn't ugly, just a little bit above plain. We met online; he lives on the other side of town. When we met up in real life on the street I was not disappointed
but then again I was not thrilled. He isn't fat, he works out, just not enough, his hair is cut in no particular style, just short with a little bit of his light brown wispy hair curling over his ears and down his neck, his fringe is usually pulled back under this baseball cap he seems to have some spiritual fixation cause he always has it on.

On the street he's your everyday un-assuming guy, it’s when he kneels at my feet that he turns into one of the sexiest creatures alive. As if they were his own feet he knew every place to touch, no time was wasted on a part of my body that was not acutely sexually stimulating.

My toes scrunch and my feet flex forward and then back, then in toward each other then stretching apart, half trying to escape his tickly fingers, half trying to give him easier access to all my secret spots.

I moan, he likes that. When I glance down at the foot of the bed to my wiggling feet and toes I can see him smiling, enjoying the pleasure that I can feel.

He knows to move on now, I’m getting closer. He lies across my ankles and begins to scratch and scribble my feet now, still gentle, just quicker. Now that I am restrained at the ankles by his body I can buck and writhe but still enjoy his tickling touch.

I open my mouth, and I gasp and I moan and I giggle, he likes that, I can tell. He stops for just a moment and rests, the top of my foot brushes his chest and I can feel a hard nipple under his white muscle shirt, he too is now stimulated and I can tell he isn’t going to play any more, he is hungry now.

I still don’t want to touch my cock, I want the pleasure to last, but X has other plans.

He turns and lies down on top of me so we are face to face, I breathe in his masculine cologne that smells oh so good and familiar.

As we lock eyes I feel him moving around a bit, I hear his Timberlands plop to the floor and feel his thickly socked feet settle nicely between mine.

And then with sudden hunger and passion his hands dive into my pits, exploring the hairy crevasse of each under arm, could this be heaven or hell?

He dry humps my groin and my eyes roll back in my head, this is too much pleasure to handle. I let out my first bellowing gale of laughter that eventually is choked by moans of desire. He draws back and stops, pressing his thumbs into my nipples and rotating, his jeans are around his knees and I can see his package hanging in his white briefs brushing up against mine.

X swivels around and dives back down to my feet, with his feet in my face I strip off his white socks and start to scratch at his arches. I feel a tongue wetting in between each toe and with fingers scratching and scribbling at my soles at the same time.

We lye like this for what must have been a few hours indulging in each others sexy feet, giving a few tugs to our rock hard cocks every now and then but saving the explosion for later.

The sun had begun to set by now so the room was darker, X rose above me on the bed like a familiar silhouette in the dim light of dusk. It was time.

He lifted my legs above up so my ass crack was exposed, pushing by balls up with his hand he began to probe my man hole with his tongue, his mouth began to suction at that opening while his tongue was like a horny snake invading me. His mouth moved up to my balls and his tongue was replaced with a long adventurous finger in my ass. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he violated me in this sexy way. His tongue moved along the length of my cock taking a particular interest in flicking the big mushroom head while his hand raked at my feet.

FUCK!

Then he devoured my entire cock making that lovely wet sound as he slurped and sucked at my rock hard and warm man hood, my legs spread like a man whore, I groaned and grimaced like a virgin on his first time, or like a straight boy trying not to show pleasure while his gay friend sucked on his cock. I know X liked that.

My breathing grew faster and faster and I felt the tingling sensation rising within me, but was it from the tickling fingers on my big feet or the mouth that was warmly enveloped around my cock? I couldn't be sure.

Then I exploded and my toes flexed back as I shot my cum into the air and the warm cream landed on my chest and spattered in speckles on my big muscled legs. I felt the wetness begin to trickle down between my legs and along my crack.

I flopped down exhausted and content like a cat who'd just been fed, the raking fingers on my feet had slowed down to accommodate my exhaustion but tickled me enough to enhance the aftermath of my orgasm.

X laid down beside me and placed my hand on his cock, he rolled over onto his side and turned up the volume on my laptop and pressed restart on the video, once again the brown haired hunk began to giggle at the initial tickly advanced of his tormentor.

I spooned X and reached my hand around to tug on his cock while his glassy eyes stayed transfixed to the screen, I didn't start work till the afternoon tomorrow and X didn't work on the weekends, we were in for a long night.