Mr.
Hospitality - Mr. Toeman
by Valentino
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While in my first year in college, I had the choice of choosing
an elective...First Aid Training or Music Appreciation.
I chose First Aid training since I needed to renew my card anyway.
I enjoyed the class three years prior with my classmates and friends
in high school. My friends Brian, Pete and Taylor all took the class
because it was an easy A and because there were high school girls.
Anyway, in our first class, we had to get in groups of four and
do a primary and secondary assessment. This meant each person pretended
to be the victim while the other three practiced the points for
each assessment. I decided to go first...not knowing what my "friends"
could do to me. The instructor walked thru each step of the primary
assessments on a dummy then had his aide, Kirk, lie on the table
and went over the secondary assessments on him. Kirk was a senior,
had blonde hair and was a surfer-type dude. The girls loved him.
Anyway, he was dressed in a light colored polo shirt, khaki shorts
with a belt and Nike sports shoes with calf-high, gray colored socks.
The instructor pulled Kirk's shirt up to examine his chest and abdomen
area. Kirk's golden tanned, hairless chest caught everyone's attention.
He then examined Kirk's arms, shoulders and hands. He then loosened
Kirk's belt, shorts and boxers and pulled them down a bit to expose
his hips. A bit of his pubic area was exposed, but it didn't seem
to bother Kirk. The instructor then pulled off the shorts leaving
Kirk in his boxers and examined his thighs, knees and lower legs.
I got a lump in my throat as the instructor moved to the end of
the table and untied his shoes, pulling them off. His 11" stocking
feet where in plain sight for all to see. Kirk wiggled his toes
a bit as the instructor peeled both socks off and carefully examined
his soles, toes and tops of his golden tanned perfect feet. The
instructor seemed to be taken back by his aide's beautiful bare
feet because he kept rubbing his hands on the sole of each foot.
Kirk's right big toe had a small birth mark in the shape of a triangle.
We were now to begin practicing with our group. Kirk got up and
put his shorts on but thankfully stayed barefoot. He and the instructor
walked around to the various groups to help.
Brian, Pete and Taylor smiled as they looked down at me laying on
the table. One by one, they practiced their primary assessment on
me, tickling me with their fingers and laughing. Taylor pulled my
t-shirt off and checked my chest and stomach area. Brian immediately
went for my shoes, taking them off and pulling off my socks. He
knew my feet were ticklish and stuck his finger in between my toes.
I jerked and began to laugh uncontrollably. Pete held my feet down
and Taylor held down my chest as Brian got brave and licked my big
toes. He then actually stuck my right big toe into his mouth. It
felt so good, but at the same time it was Brian doing it, my friend,
my good friend. I began to moan and looked over to see a barefoot
Kirk coming over. He told my friends to knock it off and get back
to the exam. They let go of me...Brian took my toe out of his mouth.
Kirk winked at me as he went off to the next group. I got up and
immediately grabbed a hold of Brian. What the heck...I said to him.
He laughed it off, but stopped laughing when I told him he was next.
His eyes widened as I grabbed some tape and tapped his mouth. Pete
and Taylor pushed him up on the table and held him down while I
went to the end of the table and stared down at his Spury leather
shoes. I pulled them both off and lifted his white stocking feet
to my face. I took a whiff and then took the end of Brian's right
sock with my teeth and pulled it off his foot. I gazed upon his
slightly-tanned, pedicured bare foot for a moment, then did the
same to his left sock. I knew that Brian's toes were very sensitive.
I licked all ten of his toes as he began to jerk and move; his toes
splayed as they seemed to get stimulated by my tongue. I had seen
Brian's feet bare before at a youth event, but could only take pictures
of them since I couldn't get close to them. Brian blacked out for
a while not being able to handle the excitement. I excused myself,
put my shoes and socks on and went to the bathroom to wash up.
As I finished in the stall, a pair of familiar Nike-shoed feet appeared
on the other side of the stall door. I knew that they were Kirk's
and had the chance to satisfy them. They made their way over to
the adjoining stall and Kirk sat on the floor sticking his feet
underneath the mutual divider. He moved his feet a bit...notching
me to join him on the floor. I sat on the floor and stuck my legs
underneath the divider. I immediately felt my shoes and socks being
peeled off and my bare feet being licked, sucked and kissed by Kirk's
tongue. Before I lost my chance, I returned the hospitality by slowly
pulling off Kirk's shoes and then his socks and feasting on his
beautiful bare feet. We both had a great experience...I nicknamed
Kirk... Mr. Toeman (because of the birthmark on his big toe and
because he's a great toe sucker).
At Kirk's graduation party, we had a blast celebrating. After the
last guest left, we headed for the jacuzzi in his backyard. He stripped
down to his boxers and jumped in. I paused as I quickly peeled off
my shirt, shorts, shoes and socks. I turned and pulled down my boxers
and jumped in the water. I surfaced with Kirk's big toe in my mouth
and his underwear in my hands. We both laughed as we spent the next
few hours pleasuring each other.
What a night...what great toes!
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