Father and Sons Feet
by Indyfootgu

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After football ball season ended with my night at Jerry’s feet, I wondered if I would ever see him again.

Little did I know that I wouldn't have to worry about that. About a week after our final game and my first night as his foot slave, Jerry called and told me to come over to his house after school, from that day on I started getting regular calls to come service his feet. Sometimes he had worn his socks for days and the smell was overwhelming, others they just had one day of sweat, but on the days he wore his old sneakers I was always rewarded with a pair of ripe socks and sweaty feet ready for my pampering. After a few weeks Jerry was becoming very comfortable with having me at his feet, and taking care of his long hard cock at the end of the day.

Early in November the first dance of the season was scheduled for Friday night, Jerry had a date but I had given up on going out with girls, I was getting everything I needed from being Jerry’s foot slave. I was given instructions to be at Jerry’s house right after school; Jerry had volleyball practice that afternoon and wanted his foot slave to help get his feet ready for the dance. Jerry got home around 4 and went to his favorite chair and put his feet up on the ottoman he had on those old black sneakers, the old fashion lace up KIDs that make his feet very ripe, as I kneeled down he smiled and told me I had a treat coming, as the shoes came off the odor hit me like a wall, he had been wearing the socks for days and during his volleyball game. I thanked him by taking off the socks with my teeth, working them down and over his heal as I rub my face in his smelly white socks, first one then the other.

I then rewarded him with a foot bath using my tongue, licking from heals to the toes, sucking each one. He was very relaxed so I started giving him a foot massage while he laid back an fell asleep. We lost track of time and the next thing I know his father was standing in the door way to the living room, Jerry and his dad live alone, his mother had left years ago. Jerry’s dad is about 6’5 and weighs about 210, he’s only 37 and has a full thick head of dark black hair, cut very short. But the first thing I really notice was that he had lace up boots that went up over his calves, they were the biggest boots I had ever seen, turns out his dad is a line man and climbs poles all day fixing downed wires.

As he looked in on the scene with me at Jerry’s feet giving him a foot massage, he didn’t seem all that surprised, just asked when we were going to get ready for the dance, which was the first we knew it was 7 pm, I had been at Jerry’s feet for three hours. Jerry jumped up and headed to his room and told me to grab his shoes and socks. Once Jerry had showered and started getting dressed he pulled out a pair of sheer dark black socks, the kind with reinforced toes and heals and very sheer everywhere else. He flopped down in the easy chair in his room and tossed me the socks and told me to dress his feet, I lifted his foot up, and gave each one a kiss before slipping those socks up over his calves and sliding his foot into the dress shoes and tying them on to his hot sexy feet.

I figure my services were done for the night, but as we walked out though the living room, Jerry’s dad called out and asked if Jerry got the laundry done that day? When Jerry responded that he lost track of time and forgot, his Dad announced that he had been wearing the same 2 pairs of shocks in his boots for 3 days an needed a clean pair.

Before I knew what was happening Jerry smiled and said I could stay and do the laundry since I wasn’t going to the dance, and besides I enjoyed the smell of his socks so much that I would enjoy spending Friday night around more smelly socks, before I could protest Jerry’s dad just smiled and told me to get to work. So as Jerry went out the front door, I headed to the kitchen and started the wash, I will admit I couldn’t resist taking a few deep sniffs. There were lots of well worn pairs in two different sizes; I couldn’t help getting a good whiff of the larger ones that clearly were a working man’s socks. Little did I know I was about to become very familiar with the smell in person.

As I walked out, I mentioned that I was going to run out and grab something to eat then could come back and finish the wash. Before I could get to the door a deep voice rang out, come in here boy. I walked back into the living room and here was Jerry’s dad in his recliner with his feet up, boots still on. When I asked what he needed, he looked at me and just smiled then said, you have had my boys feet, why don’t you try a real mans feet, take off my boots boy. I dropped to my knees at his feet and said yes sir. I started unlacing the boots just below his knees and got both boots unlaced before I pulled the first one off, as I looked at the bottom of those lace up line man boots, I could see the size 14 stamped on the bottom.

As the first boot came on the odor filled the room, clearly he had the same foot odor problem as his son and after 3 days they were ripe and ready for service. Once both boots were off, I took the first outer pair of wool socks off, to find a pair of short white work socks underneath. He seemed relaxed so I leaned in and rubbed my face on those sweaty white socks and enjoyed the smell. I looked up when I heard him clear his throat, he was smiling down and me and asked if I was enjoying myself, when I said yes sir, he told me to get the socks of and show him how much I liked his feet. I

wasted no time, off came the socks and those smelly size 14s were bathed in kisses, and I started licking all over them, then I slowly took each toe in my mouth and sucked on toes that were longer than many of the boys cocks I had seen in the locker rooms. Clearly my new master was enjoying the service as there was a large bulge in his jeans. About this time the washer stopped so I went to put the cloths in the drier, when I can back into the room he was standing with his back to the door, when he heard me he said I could go get supper and come back later. Based on where I saw his hands I knew what I wanted for dinner that night was a big helping of Daddy meat.

I walked up behind him and got on my knees, then reached around and unfastened the belt on his jeans, and then unbuttoned and unzipped them. All the while I was pressing my face into the hard tight ass that was encased in those jeans like two ripe melons. I could hear a sharp intake of breath as my hands found his rock hard cock as I rubbed though his tight white briefs. I slid the jeans down and got them off him all the while kissing those firm melon ass cheeks, then the white briefs came off, but as I started to slide my hand in to grab his hard cock, he told me we should stop, my response was I was told to take care of Dads needs, did he really just want me to wash his socks and clean his feet when he saw what I could do with my mouth? As I finished saying this, I ran my tongue up Dads ass crack and based on the shudder of his body I had him. I gently turned him around and was rewarded with a cock as large as his sons and just as thick.

I wasted no time going down on it and almost gagged when he started fucking my face with his large cock. About the same time that the buzzer on the drier when off so did Jerry’s dad, and go off did he. I think it was years since he had a blow job and even longer since he came in someone’s mouth that was eager to swallow all that he had to give. After he came he fell back into the recliner and just smiled at me. For the next few hours I finished the washing and dad whenever he was ready. It was interesting that there were three loads of wash to do and dad had three loads for me too.

Sometime that night he had slipped on a pair of shorts and had fallen asleep using me as his foot rest, I had no complaints about his still fragrant feet resting on my face. I was awoken by a hard size 12 dress shoe on my chest shaking me and asking me what was going on. I looked up at Jerry and told him that the washing was done, and that his dad had needed a good foot massage too after his long day at work. Jerry just smiled and said is that so, and then asked if his dad had gotten a full foot massage? When I said yes, he again smiled and asked if his dad enjoyed. There I was with Dads feet resting on me, one covering part of my face and Jerry’s foot still in his shoe on my chest, I was afraid I would piss Jerry off if I told the truth, but if I didn’t and his father did I would lose both of them. So I just nodded and said Dad had enjoyed three foot massages that night.

Jerry started laughing and told me to get up, after I got out from under his dads feet, and put them up on the ottoman and covered him with an afghan, I followed Jerry back to his room. Once he was seated in his chair he told me to get his shoes off, clearly he and done a lot of dancing as those sheer socks glistened with sweat, Jerry told me they were too fine for the washing machine so I was to clean them on his feet, which I proceeded to do for the next hour, licking every inch of those socks. Once I was done with the socks, Jerry told me he was ready for his foot massages to start, I knew by the look in his eye that he had every intention of reclaiming his foot slave, and getting more loads done then his father had.

I started at his feet and licked them clean, making sure to suck every toe just the way Jerry liked it. By then there was a tent in those suit pants and I wasted no time getting them off, to be rewarded with the sight of Jerry in very small Speedo style shorts in dark black with mesh sides. Those Speedo’s were no match for his hard 10 inch cock and it was busting them at the seams to get out.

Those shorts were history, off them came and Jerry fucked my mouth much like his father had but with the vigor and stamina of an 18 year old male who was hard and horny. That was the first of five times that night I had to start by sucking his toes and work my way up, around 3 am he got a little sleepy so he lay down on the bed with me at his feet to massage them as he rested, but in the mood to compete he set the alarm for every hour and from 1 am to 6 am, I learned to associate the ringing of a bell with the joy of getting my mouth pounded with a hard 10 inches.

As I got up to leave in the morning, Jerry and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, as I started to walk out the door, his dad looked up and asked if I was going to leave without kissing their feet good bye. Jerry just looked up from the paper and said under table slave.

So down I went, and not just on their feet, first Jerry’s robe was slipped open and his hard ten inches was ready to be sucked dry one more time, just as he started moaning and shooting in my mouth, I could feel dads feet rubbing my ass, and after taking care of the son I turned around to find Dads hard 10 inches ready for my mouth again, it didn’t take long for him to be as relaxed as his son. Standing up to leave I heard Jerry’s dad ask it I would be stopping over later that night, seems Saturday was his bowling league and his feet always hurt after a few games, Jerry just laugh and said I would be there as he was in a volleyball tournament all day and would need some comforting too.

I guess it’s true, like father like son.