It had been two years since I moved to that country city to work in an automotive manufacturer company.
That week I had crashed my car so I had to take the company bus to go to work and back from work to home. I was living alone in a rented apartment with almost no furniture inside of it. Sometimes, I would go out with some work friends, but as usual, that Friday all my closest friends were leaving the city to visit their relatives on their hometowns. Those days I was doing anything as possible to save money, so I decided to stay alone in the weekend. As the bus entered, the main avenue were my apartment was located, I glanced to my watch, it was about 5:40 PM and the end of the afternoon. That day still was summer, so it was hot and the sun was very high yet. Anyone was waiting for me, I had no dates or any happy hour with friends, thus I decided to get out from the bus at the beginning of the avenue and do some walking to stretch my legs after had spent all the day sat in front of a computer. I just forgot the fact that I was wearing black dress pants and a black synthetic shirt with very sparse white thin stripes. Even thus, I walked about 2.5 miles until get home.
The first thing that I did after enter the apartment was grab a bottle of beer from the fridge and then sat on the couch to watch some TV. I spent about 15 minutes relaxing in front of the TV, drinking the beer and rubbing my toes against the insole of my leather shoes. I loved how those black nylon dress socks used to feel so thin and how it would slide. I remember that usually I rubbed my toes against the insole all the day long, and that Friday, since I walked a good distance until get home, I could felt how damp those socks were. Like many of those days, I was very wishful to meet someone to rub and play with my feet. Unfortunately, I had no one with who do that. I resigned myself and then just after I had finished my bottle of beer, I heard a noise coming from the computer room. I was apprehensive to go there but when I got to the door, I saw something that dumbfounded me. I got speechless. There was a person in there, a person who has the same face of me and it was not much older than I was.
"Hey Kevin, believe you or not but I'm the future your!" he smiled.
"The future me?" I asked with my arms trembling. That was the weirdest thing that I ever had seen until then.
“Yes,” he smiled gently, “it's a long story but a future me, and of course he is also a future you, traveled back in time and did give me a time machine. So I'm here now.”
I had no idea about what to do. Should I run? Should I try to talk? Had I fallen on the floor and hit my head? Anyway, I just give a deep breath and then tried to say something, "Wow. A time machine? If you didn’t look so much like me, I would think that you are a crazy robber."
He laughed, "I know it’s weird and hard to believe. I felt the same when the future we visited me some time ago. But anyway, aren't you wondering what the hell am doing here?"
"Well, that would be a good thing to know!" I said feeling myself a little more recovered from that shock.
He smiled, "I came here to do something that we both had been wanting a long time...,” he said as retrieved some object from the backpack he was carrying in his left hand.
I examined the object and soon I was surprise, "Is that a ..." I was taking too long to say anything; he just interrupted me and smiled.
"Yes... a pair of leather cuffs!" he said. I got somewhat awkwardly, so he broke the silence again. "Why don't you lend me your wrists? I know how much time you have been dreaming to be cuffed in padded leather cuffs!"
My heart started to beat faster, that was totally unwise to let someone that you had just met to cuff you, even if it is a version of yourself, but I stretched my arms in front of me and he gently cuffed my wrists. I loved the feeling of how it was being tighten around my wrists. After he had locked them with tiny padlocks, I tested it by trying to push my arms apart. The two inches length chain, which attached the cuffs together, was very strong; there was no way that I could break it.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
"Oh yes! Very much!” I said still twisting my wrists playing with the cuffs.
"Well, If you liked these ones I think you will just love these other ones!" he said as retrieved another pair of cuffs from the backpack. He walked closer to me and knelt in my front. He inserted his hands inside the bottom of the legs of my pants and stretched my socks upright shaping my calves. Next, I felt the cuffs beings tighten around my ankles. I got a bonner when he finished locking the tiny padlocks on the cuffs. However, he had not ended it yet. The older me retrieved a twenty inches spreader bar and attached it between my ankles. I felt that I was in heaven as he guided my legs spread apart and I could feel my socked feet sliding inside my shoes.
"Can you walk?" he asked me.
I tried to walk some steps, it was not so easy, I had to do turns with my legs walking in such a clumsy way. I was having fun doing that. He giggled as I was joying myself trying to walk.
"I have more surprises for you. I'll be waiting you in the bedroom," he said and then exit the computer room.
I followed him in my clumsy steps and as soon I got in there, the older me just pulled my over the bed. I helped him to position myself in the middle of the mattress. When he thought that I was in the proper position, he retrieved some ropes from the backpack. He tied the wrist cuffs chain to the headboard and the spreader bar rings to the footboard. I tested the bonds in that sort of spread eagle position. My body had been tensioned until I could not pull back my limbs, just the way I had dreamed in my fantasies. Soon I felt my left shoe being slid off and a breeze stroking my warm socked foot. With no warning, the older I started to rake his fingers on my nyloned sole. I started to wiggle my toes and soon I was giggling.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Tha-hahat-t tickles!! Hahahahahahahahha", I giggled as I felt the tickling sensations taking my sole. He laughed and removed my other shoe.
"I remember when I was you, to think that I wasn't ticklish, but it seems that we are!" he said digging his fingernails on both of my soles increasing the delicious tickling sensations that I had been so much wishing to experiment.
"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! ", I laughed louder as the delicious tickling sensations took my soles!"
"Tickle, tickle, tickles on your soles ticklish Kevin! Tickles, tickles, tickles," he said increasing the speed of his tickling fingers. I got very hard as the tickling sensations caused me to try to shake my body. I loved how the ankle cuffs, the spreader bar and the ropes did not allowed me to move my legs. The older I spend good thirty minutes tickling my nyloned soles all for his pleasure. I was having my pleasure too; I even did not want him to stop when he did. I was recovering my breath when he walked around the bed until get close to my head. The next thing I saw was he climb on the bed and slide his socked feet from my chest until my face. He was wearing some light gray sheers dress socks, just like some ones that I had bought some weeks earlier. They were very thin, sheer, and smooth. When I first tried those socks on my feet, I was very aroused about how my feet were looking inside of it and how would be nice have someone to touch them. Now, I was admiring the feet of the older me, encased in those same sheer thin dress socks. Somehow, it was just like my own feet, but in other person. He positioned his toes right over my nose.
"Sniff it deeply!" he ordered me. I sniffed it as deep as I could. It had a strong smell of leather and sweaty. He rubbed his soles all over my face and lowered his left sole until the toes touch my lips. "Now, open your mouth Kevin!"
I did as he ordered me and I opened my mouth. As the toes come inside, I started to twirl my tongue all over the nyloned toe pads. I loved how it felt to touch the nylon fabric with my tongue. His sock was damp in sweaty but I wanted to damp it with my saliva. I did lick it for several minutes. I even made loud noises of air being sucked as I sucked his toes. I lost the track of time of how long I licked his soles. I was licking all the fabric clean. The texture or the fabric on my tongue was so soft and nice as I imagined.
"Well done Kevin! You deserves a reward for such nice licking!" the older I said. He climbed out of the bed and walked again to my feet. I felt some nibbling on my toes and some licks. It was adorable all those soft tongue touches. I felt my toes being shoved inside his mouth. While he sucked and licked my left sole he started to tickle the right one with his right hand. I did not know if I laughed or grunted in pleasure.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! “I laughed as he bitted and tickle my soles. His fingers and teeth attacked my heels, my arches, my instep and my toes. As his fingernails scratched the nylon fabric making it slide over my skin and causing the delicious tickling tingling on my flesh, I felt some drips coming out from my cock. I wanted him to tickle me more, to tickle me even harder, but instead, the older me stopped. I felt him untying the ropes relaxing the tension on my legs. Soon I felt the spreader bar being detached.
"Let's make this more interesting." he said. I felt him tying my cuffed ankles together with the rope. He unzipped his pants, removing it and the underwear. His cock was hard. For my frenzy, he raised my legs by my feet and crushed his dick between my socked soles. I felt his hard meat sliding forward and back between my insteps and toes. That was the first time I was giving a foot job and I loved that. I helped him as I could by pressing my soles against the head of his penis. Minutes later, I felt him squeezed my toes together gripping the head of his cock under my toes. He groaned and came over my soles.
"Have you liked to give a foot job? Was it like you ever dreamed?" he asked me.
"Yes! Definitely better than I ever dreamed!" I said completely aroused and wanting him to touch my own cock to delivery me some pleasure.
"Really, ticklish Kevin?" he said and tickled my soles a little more. I giggled again and my cock was harder than ever. He unzipped my dress pants and pulled down my pants and underwear until the half of my thighs. Next, I observed as he removed the sock from his right foot, turned it inside out and encased my dick inside the sheer nylon fabric. The cock of my penis was well shaped under the toes reinforcement. After a firm grip, the older me squeezed my shaft tight and started to rub it fiercely. As he was doing his movements, I could felt the nylon sliding and stimulating the sensitive skin of my sexual organ. It was very lovely the nylon touching and scratching my sensitive skin. As my groans started to grow stronger, the older I shoved my cock on his mouth. I could felt him damping the nylon fabric that covered my dick with his saliva. The older I knew me better than I could even imagine. He knew our bodies and he was skilled. I could not stand much longer and I came inside his thin sock. When my penis finally shrank, the older me turned the sock inside out again and dressed the sock back on his foot. Carefully he sat aside my head and raised his right foot over my face giving me a clear vision of his cummed sock.
"I know how you have been so curious about it but never had the guts to try it! You can open your mouth or I can make you open. You decide!" he gave me an ultimatum. I hesitated, but then, slowly, I did open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He rubbed the cummed sock all over it. At first, I was afraid about the taste of my own cum but quickly I got used to it, and enjoyed its texture and how it helped to slide my tongue over the nylon fabric. I licked and sucked the cummed-socked toes until he decided that it was clean.
"Have you liked it?" he asked me gently.
"I don't know... I don't think that I would do it again..." I answered unsure about that. I liked a little but I still thought that a little disgusting.
"Too bad! You still have to clean my cum from your socks," he said and removed one of my socks and dressed it on his foot. "You know what you have to do!" he said and pressed the cummed toes over my lips.
I licked and sucked the toes again for good ten minutes. I alternated the sucks and licks with the sniffs when he rubbed the foot over my face. I loved the flavor and scent of my foot sweaty, the leather of the shoe and his cum over it. I just surrendered myself to the pleasure and soon my cock was hard again. He stroked my shaft for a while to get it harder. He removed the remaining sock from my foot, turned it inside out and used it to wack me. When I was completely wacked, the older me climbed out of the bed and left the sock over my penis. I felt him untying the rope from my ankles. With my ankles not attached to each other anymore, he removed completely my pants and underwear. He tickled my bare feet a little and sucked my bare toes a little time.
"Do you want to keep playing a little more?" he asked me.
I did not think twice and answered, "Yes, I want! I want!" He rubbed my bare soles for a while and give some attentive licks in circles and up and down the sole. I liked the touches, it was nice, but I really am a socks person.
"Here’s the thing! I'm going to stay the weekend with you younger Kevin." He went to my wardrobe drawer and retrieved from it a pair of light blue, almost white, sheer thin dress socks. He dressed the socks on my feet and tied the rings from the ankle cuffs to the footboard again, making sure that my body was tensioned enough. I observed him retrieved a tie from another of my drawers and walked back towards my penis. He squeezed the head of my penis and grabbed the sock. He turned it inside out again taking care to not drip the cum.
"Open your mouth Kevin!" he said to me.
I did with no hesitation this time. He shoved the cummed sock inside my mouth, making sure that the cummed surface touched the surface of my tongue, and used the tie to complete the gag. He tickled my ribs, thighs, and under my knees, until I laugh loud enough to be certain that the gag worked. I was getting a bonner. He walked to the footboard and give some good tickling to my soles. I wiggled my toes and tried to pull against my bonds. In middle the laughers and the giggles, I sucked the cum and my saliva from that sock. After a long time, he stopped tickling me and dressed my shoes back on my feet. I waited while he took a bath and dressed one of my black thin dress socks. He dressed one of my dry-fit shorts, one of my dry-fit shirts and the sneaker I used on the gym.
"Well Kevin! I am going to walk around for some hours. When I back, I am going to have some sweaty socks to you lick clean on my feet! If you do it right, I might travel back in time a little more and bring another younger Kevin to play with your feet too." He said that and tickled my soles for some five minutes more. A few seconds after, I heard the main door being open, closed and locked. I just stood there, cuffed, stretched, and gagged, wishful to him come back soon to tickle my nyloned soles and make me play with his socked feet.
The End.
