My life story carries on...
The New York City trip put much “wind beneath my wings” as far as watching my daddy as a truly sexual being and understanding that having a foot and socks fetish was not something to be ashamed of.
I knew Harrison was more like me and although it bothered me, it also meant I was not alone. And daddy, he too...seemed to be aroused and drawn into this magical realm of foot and socks delight. My young mind was expanding so much but not overtly sexually...more exploratory and open to understanding.
Those early years at school for most are dull and almost forgettable. For me, after NYC, I became highly alert to all things male foot related. Daddy being the most important and the one I studied with religious fervour but other boys and men began to creep into my radar field.
A little while after NYC and daddy’s foreskin woes were actually well on the mend if not gone...I found myself in Boston one Friday afternoon the day after Thanksgiving. I was off from school and daddy decided to give mum a break after a long day of cooking the day before and took me into his offices for a change of scene. It gave mum time off and she did not have to look after my young needs. Daddy was good that way.
I had dressed nicely in a Sunday shirt, nice slacks, great OTC navy blue solid socks and some comfy school type leather shoes. I wore my winter wool coat, mittens and knit hat. I looked the part of “son” and spent a day being daddy’s little office helper. Not really, but I could use the shredder at that age and spent ages destroying old sensitive- outdated documents and gave the secretary a bit of day off I guess.
I spied on daddy as he buzzed about in his styled navy blue suit, Harrison too. I watched all. Harrison did speak with me and eyed my socks. At one stage I did slip off a shoe, to itch and he really took in my small foot. I did have power; I was just beginning to see how much!
Harrison greedily too eyed my daddy’s black leather shoes and could see his navy thin socks covering his lower leg as he worked as his desk. After my shredding duties, I found myself cross legged by his swivel desk chair...happily sitting almost in the desk space designed for your legs to go. Being small and mere boy had many advantages. Nobody said, “What are you doing there?” I was little and I could do as I pleased and plus, daddy was a very important figure in his office.
Harrison sat opposite daddy in his own work space and banged away on a typewriter completing some task –smoking like a trouper as he did. BUT, he watched me sitting by daddy’s leather shoe-clad size 11’s and obviously envied my perfectly placed position.
Nobody seemed to care that I, naughty me, feeling full of budding fetish vim and vigour, slowly unlaced one of daddy’s big leather shoes. He was well out of most others sightline apart from good old Harrison...Mr. Creepy.
Daddy was now burbling away on his phone, the old fashioned one with a spiral chord and rotary dial that was part of my world back then. He was so suave as he talked to clients; he did not take notice of my worshipful manoeuvre. This was the first time in my young life I did any foot worship (I did not know it was that back then of course) of my daddy outside of our home. This was new and Harrison’s eyes drank in my growing skills in the art.
I worked my small fingers all over the knot and got the laces undone on one foot.
It was not easy but I began to yank the shoe free of daddy’s foot. His leg was crossed at the knee so one foot was flat to the office carpet and the other, of course, dangled alluringly before me as I sat there. It was a good angle to work at and with a bit of tugging, off the show slipped. Clearing his meaty navy socked heel and then revealing the rest of his elegant well-shaped foot. His gold-capped socked toes immediately took to the airing and wiggled as they were freed from their warm, tight shoe prison.
My face, up close and nearly on top of those toes....I smelled the air. It filled the small space under the desk with his scent, my daddy’s own great leather musky socked foot smells. It had not even been a whole work day and yet, his foot smelled perfect to me. I closed my little eyes and just breathed....ahhhhh!
I looked and Harrison had stopped typing, he seemed to doing “something” under his desk...crotch level...and his body was trembling...he never took those searing spectacle covered eyes off me. I know now what he was doing...I must have really been fun to watch as I worshipped daddy’s office socked foot.
I enjoyed rubbing daddy’s sleek foot, revelling in the lovely gold-capped navy blue thin socks. I let my little hands begin the usual foot massage I did love doing to daddy but now in his office and with eagle-eyed Harrison watching intently. The slightly sweaty nylon based fabric was warm and silky as it slid beneath my soft small fingertips.
But it was work and daddy was busy and files were needed and with no warning, his foot jammed back into the shoe and he was off...but the smells lingered like fine perfume upon my little hands. They found their way to my nose and I drank in the delights for many minutes as Harrison continued watching me. I am sure I was a very strange young person in his mind, but one after his own heart I dare say!
We had lunch and daddy took the rest of the afternoon off to walk around Boston with me and window shop. Holiday windows in some stores were being revealed and I relished in all I saw. It was getting late and we nearly finished and then...we sort of wandered down a little side street.
Boston in those days before serious BRA plans eradicated many old and quaint areas; it had a rather old world charm. The late 60’s and early 70’s still had remnants of that charm.
The street we wandered down was a rather dreary side street off the main shopping area and noted many signs that said, CLOSED and Condemned. This street would soon get a makeover and never be the same. A few small shops were having GOING OUT OF BUSINESS sales and those big signs covered all front windows all up and down the little area.
Daddy lamented the loss of what he called, “city character.” His navy suit and jaunty style looked out of place on this rather seedy venue. His reddish blonde hair all slicked back and that moustache looking very Clark Gable-ish as we walked hand in hand. My little body lurking next to his as we took in the end of an era.
The little old fashioned men’s shop caught his eye and we moved to it. The tell-tale “Closing Sale” plastered across the small plate glass front.
Inside, a dreary old front sales room crammed with suits, coats and some various styles of men’s shoes and amid it all...a very keen looking elderly man. Thru the grimy glass pane, I saw daddy’s blue eyes meet the eyes of this man. I saw it. I had not seen a look like that before. I noted that it looked like “need” or “hunger”. It was the way I might look at an ice cream cone on a hot beach in the summer. Daddy’s hand grew hot in mine, he squeezed my fingers. I know now, this was...deep arousal. I was seeing daddy on the hunt...but I was still learning all the male to male signs that were to become a language I too would know and love.
“Tony, let’s go in. I might find something to buy.” He said, raspy voiced and not looking my way at all. I was pulled into this shop, not a shop my daddy would go in, but today he did. And I was with him. I knew this was more than a cheap suit or faux Italian loafers, this was something more. My heart raced. I knew I was in for a voyeuristic treat. I inwardly prayed daddy would get undressed and show off his socks. It was a clothing shop or tailor’s shop of some sort...oh, my mind raced and my own small socked feet felt all steamy. Maybe I too would get to take off my shoes...so much might happen.
The man who obviously owned the small men’s shop was an older, rather small fellow in a suit and fussy coiffed grey hair (did I see a hairspray shine?) and stood looking at us...very keenly! I held fast to daddy’s moist hot hand as we moved to the central part of the tiny dark old shop.
“I am Mr. Finestone and welcome to one of my last days in business after over 40 years! All things end and my time is up, the City of Boston has spoken.” He said sagely as daddy nodded sadly back at him.
Mr. Finestone’s small form stepped back, his hand swept inward in a welcoming gesture. "Please, do come in...You caught me before I left for today- maybe forever. Lucky you. Lucky me!"
The melodramatic tailor spoke in a slightly sugary tone and I felt a bit like little Hansel in that old fairy tale. Could this be a gingerbread house?
Daddy's near six-foot body seemed to tower over the petite tailor as he
stepped in and we stood by the old wooden counter and Mr. Finestone promptly walked over, shut and secured the lock of the shop door. The little bell tinkled as the door settled.
“You two will be my last and nearly final costumers. What a handsome little boy. Do you like school?” He asked looking fondly down at me with spectacled eyes gleaming.
I managed a short polite “yes” and just kept quaking inwardly. This situation appealed to my young mind and made me feel almost faint. I was so glad daddy had ventured into this old man’s world, who knew what lay behind the tatty curtain to the back room...I wanted daddy undressed and being seen by this strange man. It became a driving passion frothing away inside my very soul!
The tailor next looked up at handsome daddy, his gingery golden short hair
glistening in the overhead lights...a few small beads of sweat
just cresting on his ruddy forehead. Daddy was warm, I could feel it.
Daddy felt slightly self-conscious and, not surprisingly, rather turned on- no doubt...I could see his trouser bulge begin to struggle inside his suit trousers and begged for attention. I was young but I was starting to know what daddy desired and enjoyed!
"You are a very lucky man to have a little son. Now what might I show you at a very discounted price?
I could easily see you in a tuxedo, sir. Would you indulge me in trying one on? Give me a minute and I shall find a whole wardrobe for you to try on. Just give me a few measurements orally and I shall see what I can do. If you really like what I have selected, it can be altered and perfectly fit for your needs and excellent shape.”
Mr. Finestone said with an air of dignity and professionalism.
Daddy obliged and said, “Oh, Tony would love to see me in a tux. But I may not buy it, really I don’t wear one very much, if ever.”
“Do it daddy, please.” I begged.
Mr. Finestone laughed in a giddy way and skipped off and about gathering items as daddy called out his various bodily measurements. I just drooled at the thought of what was about to happen. It was a fantasy come to life!
Daddy felt very warm still and he guessed he must look a sweaty mess now after this sudden rush of excitement. I knew at some stage daddy would be called out back to the formal fitting area and the old curtains would be drawn across the archway...but it was tatty and I knew I could see in, I knew it. I’d be stealthy and play it cool. Just the sweet little boy waiting for daddy, but I’d be watching.
"Follow me!" Mr. Finestone said as he moved on- arms full of clothing for daddy and held the curtains aside so my tall daddy could pass through into the rear, the more private region of the shop.
The work room also served as the fitting area. All sorts of fabric, pins, scissors and numerous half altered men's items filled much of the space. A set of old sewing machines were against the far wall and the crowning glory was a handsome triple bay of full-length mirrors installed in one corner with a small raised platform in the middle.
The square platform caught my attention almost instantly. The surface was covered with a deep red carpet much in the same shade as the curtains covering the entry into the rear section...my naughty mind imagined all the hot men's feet in sexy socks that had stood in that very, slightly worn away place. I thought the worn spaces on the surface just might be in the shape of a pair of large men's feet.
“You wait there Tony, just wait.” Daddy said as he moved deeper inside the back space.
Mr. Finestone added. “You be a good little fellow and amuse yourself while daddy and I...measure and fit him. He’ll show you how he looks after he’s all suited up. OK?” He asked.
I nodded like one of those little dogs you see on car dashboards and my head wobbled about. I was on cloud 9!
The whoosh of the curtains sweeping shut meant I needed to find a spy hole or two...and many were available to choose. I could see in just fine. My heart thudded and soared.
The room was a busy place and obviously Mr. Finestone was very keen to enjoy this very special nearly final customer. I saw the black satin-like tuxedo jacket, cummerbund, a crisp white dress shirt , bow tie, polished black leather shoes and trousers all now waiting on a folding chair by a door to a small room just next to the set of mirrors.
"Shall I change now?" Daddy asked with a slight hesitation as his brow furrowed and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek; his whiskers just beginning to sprout a five o'clock shadow since his morning shave.
"You look, how shall I put this? You look rather sweaty my dear sir. It may be almost winter but you are hot ...I mean warm! Come this way...if you would permit me to aid you in a bit of a freshen up?" Mr. Finestone said squinting and moving to a small door near the mirrors.
Daddy looked so embarrassed. "Please call me Reggie and certainly...I would appreciate a tidy up, I have no desire to scent the tuxedo with man-musk....not just yet at least." Daddy added this last comment with a playful wink to this dear old man.
Mr. Finestone turned a bright pink shade and pulled open the small wooden door and an inner private room appeared. The light was flicked on and a sink built into a mini kitchen counter popped into view on the back wall. The room obviously served as a changing area for any male clients who elected to have more privacy rather than changing in the centre of the work room with Mr. Finestone’ s eagle eyes appraising every nook and cranny of their scantily clad selves.
A small partition concealed a toilet in the corner making this just another Multi-purpose room for Mr. Finestone's needs.
Mr. Finestone minced over to the sink; I noticed a slight swish of his hips as he moved lightly on his small feet. Daddy no doubt considered his movements genteel and just bit haughty...in a cute way.
The sink was plugged and then filled with cool water. Daddy stood by as
Mr. Finestone found a clean washcloth beneath the sink counter and proceeded to soak it through, squeezing out the excess water.
"Allow me!" Mr. Finestone said and moved to face daddy who seemed very tall and slightly out of reach.
"Oh, my...you are very tall. Sit there in the chair by the wall"
My heart raced as I looked from hole to hole in the old curtains...I loved spying on daddy!
Daddy obeyed and moved to the folding chair by the toilet partition and sat
down and now he was all within reach of little Mr. Finestone.
Mr. Finestones's nimble wiry fingers moved quickly, he may be in his 60's but his manual dexterity was in perfect shape...daddy was impressed as the cool cloth was run all over his forehead and face. The coolness felt wonderfully refreshing to daddy and he closed his eyes as the washcloth passed over his eyelids with sensuously lavish strokes. I noted daddy’s large uncut tool once again pushing against his trousers for immediate release. He bravely ignored its repeated attempts for instant gratification.
Daddy crooned. "That feels great, Mr. Finestone. Thank you.”
Mr. Finestone withdrew the cloth. "That will do for now. I'll keep it handy as we do our fitting, we may need to cool and refresh you in other areas."
Mr. Finestone said this with a wink that daddy no doubt found almost too inviting. Even through behind the old tailor's spectacles, daddy could see a more than lascivious glint in his eyes.
"Shall we begin?" Mr. Finestone said as he moved to place the cloth on the sink counter.
"OK. Shall I strip?" Daddy asked with total and utter compliance in his
melodic voice.
"By all means, I dare say...you seem a rather self-assured fellow, I doubt I need to give you a private place to change like some of my less open-minded clients require from time to time." The tailor said as he stood gazing back at my daddy with that same glint in his eyes that I had just noted.
Daddy stood up. "Thanks for compliment, I think. Yes, I am self-confident and I am proud of my body...I am not 23 anymore!"
I drank in the sight of my handsome daddy as he spun around slowly in the small room and showed off his fine suited back and front to the hungry old man’s little sounds of approval.
"You look exceedingly fine...Reggie...for 35 or so!" The tailor said with a grin that looked very endearing on his rather wizened face.
"Try mid-40's...and again I say thanks for compliment. It's my cycling, weekend footie games whenever possible and not eating or drinking too much of anything. Simple yet effective; I should write a guide to men's health and fitness!" Daddy guffawed as he flexed his arm muscles like a strong man in the circus. I must say, my daddy was a huge flirt...I loved it!
"I more than agree. I see many men, your age...shocking how they let themselves go. You are...a very pleasant change...really!" The tailor said
as he minced two steps closer and nearly reached over and touched my dad's arm but stopped in mid-air.
Mr. Finestone checked himself and strode out of the small room and back into inner work area and prepared for the impromptu fitting.
I wondered if Mr. Finestome was lonely. Looking back, he was giving off many signals that were more than open to interpretation of the sexual variety.
Daddy smiled warmly as he, too moved back to the other room and walked over to the mirrors and platform.
"We shall start with a complete set of proper measurements. I know you gave
your best verbal estimates but I am a perfectionist. I take all my own and
then we go from there. Does that meet your approval?" Mr. Finestone asked he stepped forward gesturing toward the little platform and waving a fabric
tape measure around in his right hand.
"Fine, sounds like a good idea. I have not been
measured...thoroughly...that is, in a very long time." Daddy agreed in a mock sombre tone that almost seemed a bit too much.
By now my little body was swaying and I felt a faint coming on. This was, like the doctor’s office, a dream come true. I steadied myself and kept watching.
"Now, I'll need you...pretty well undressed. The more you remove, the better and more accurate the measurements. So please undress...sir...I mean, Reggie!" Mr. Finestone said with a huge Cheshire cat grin; he was clearly enjoying this and daddy knew it.
Mr. Finestone fixed his eyes on sturdily built six-foot daddy as he smiled back at him. I wondered if his little spectacles would steam up if he felt much more delighted at the sight and sheer manly presence of this last client who now stood before him and prepared to disrobe.
Daddy undid the only button holding his dark blue suit jacket closed and pulled it off his shoulders and hung on a hook provided just alongside the mirrors. He pulled free the gently pattered necktie from around his neck and began to unbutton his light blue dress shirt bit by delicious bit...he wore no undershirt and stood just so that his gloriously rusty gold fur-covered chest came into view and literally took Mr. Finestone's breath away. I could actually see that!
The sight was magnificent and daddy now hung the shirt and necktie on the hooks and spun again to face the old tailor who began to sputter a bit like an old tea kettle.
"You...ah...you...eh...you look very fit. Yes, very fit indeed!" he managed to say without too much hesitation as he looked closely as daddy's well-toned pectorals and his pert pink nipples encircled by a great deal of rusty golden chest hair. And his arm...not huge like a weightlifter's but gracefully muscled and just thoroughly proportioned.
"Nearly done. I'll just slip off these now!" Daddy said with a big smile as
his leather shoes were unlaced and tossed aside and his dark blue suit trousers slid away and joined the other items on the wall hooks...and so now my dear daddy stood like David except only in tight black bikini-style underwear and near calf-length very thin navy blue socks with gold capped toes.
I had helped daddy dress that morning and knew what I would see BUT loved seeing Mr. Finestone’s reaction as my daddy was revealed in all that glory.
Mr. Finestone’s old eyes fixed on those alluring gold capped toes of handsome daddy’s and followed the thin ribbed, very tight blue sock fabric along each of his large sculpted feet, up his cycle-toned calves and then up to those thighs...those thighs, so full and pronounced and tantalizingly
furry...it seemed to me that his heart seemed to be skipping beats and his breath became shallow. I loved watching this guy melt and crave my daddy.
Daddy moved swiftly and stood up on the little platform and the old dear was treated to a multitude of my daddy reflected in the large mirrors and what a sight! His round tight ass and bulging crotch looked perfect in all the various angles provided and Mr. Finestone stood as if struck by lightning, his mouth hung open and his eyes utterly agog.
Daddy turned this way and that, admiring himself in the full-length mirrors
and pivoting artfully upon his strong gold-capped socked toes...I could see he felt his own uncut cock nearly bursting the tight underwear bonds and I thought...I bet daddy was thinking “should I really give the old guy a show-shall I drop the underwear, too?” He faced forward, staring intently at the shocked face of the old gent. He put his hands on either side of the tight elastic waistband and moved his strong fingers
downward...his reddish gold pubic fur began to crest into sight.
My head spun, I had to stay alert!
"Stop...you...oh....my...heavens...you best leave those on...Or...I'll
never get these measurements right, so help my stars!" Mr. Finestone croaked as he grabbed his hanky from his suit pocket and dabbed his very sweaty brow.
Naughty daddy giggled like a schoolboy prankster and pulled the tight underwear back up to his slim waist. His straining uncut cock again filled the fabric fully, showing the tailor that my daddy was more than "well-endowed" and that was so electrifying. My daddy stood now...and waited.
"I'm ready. Let's get started!" Daddy encouraged in an almost playful tone
that woke Mr. Finestone up and made him ready to begin...and oh, what a pleasure it was to be as I watched from my set of holes in the old curtains!
Shakily Mr. Finestone approached the waiting man before him; his muscular mature form boldly positioned on the platform and his hands straddling each hip. A confident pose of a confident man I knew so well, my daddy!
The scent of my dad's manly sweat filled the old tailor's nostrils- I could see them flaring and drinking in the scents.
Not unpleasant, highly arousing...musky!
"Mr. Finestone, would you be so kind and rub me down with the wash cloth...you know, just my chest, legs, arm pits. I would be happier about trying on your clean clothes if I were just a bit less...moist!" Daddy said with his soulful blue eyes reaching out and touching Mr. Finestone's inner self.
The old man nodded manically and dropped the tape measure down alongside my dad's sleek socked feet. He scurried off into the other room and returned in a flash holding the newly moistened wash cloth aloft, his mouth shaped in a boyish grin.
The tailor pulled himself up and on his tip-toes he could just about reach
daddy on the platform. Gently but firmly he swabbed the cloth all over dad's shapely, tight chest and down all along his tummy. Daddy's curly rusty coloured body hairs moved and flowed with the strokes of the cloth and Mr. Finestone took extra care to work all around each nipple, letting his sensitive fingers brush against the erect little knobs. The desire to reach out and pinch each of them nearly overtook the poor fellow several times but he resisted! I wanted him to give in, my little mind knew what I wanted to see!
Each of dad's arms came next and then each delightfully furry, man-scented armpit...Mr. Finestone seemed to swoon, nearly toppling off his toes!
Daddy turned and faced the mirrors and watched the reflection of Mr. Finestone moving the cloth up and down his back in long, lush strokes...and twice his hand slipped and collided with his round firm ass cheeks. The little surprised grunts from the tailor as his hand ventured downward made my daddy smile and nearly laugh aloud.
Almost out of breath, the tailor ended his massage routine by crouching down low and managed a few delightful strokes downward over each of dad's
furry legs. He stopped just short of the top of each calf-length sock. Suddenly, my dad spun round as Mr. Finestone was just standing up...he was nose to crotch at just the precise moment. The inviting manly shaped package inside daddy's tight underwear was now almost inches from his mouth. Mr. Finestone shot up like a rocket, standing very tall...as tall as man of five feet can stand and nearly sung out.
"Done! I hope that helps. Really, I think it should...I think!"
I was still young but I knew “mouths” and certain body parts had a connection...obviously Mr. Finestone was being tempted, tempted to do what?
I wanted to know! Come on, urged using ESP like vibes.
The slightly incoherent burbling made daddy stifle yet another laugh. He
found Mr. Finestone utterly charming in his attempts to stay on task. Yet, deep down he knew that even if Mr. Finestone played along...it would be just a delay. I knew, daddy knew and the old man knew...something amazing was about to happen.
Daddy stood still, hands by his sides and waited as the old man returned the wash cloth to the sink, found his notepad and picked up the measuring tape from the platform.
With slightly trembling fingers, Mr. Finestone began to gather his measurements...he spent ages doing the chest, he had to get a set of small steps to get to the right height. Holding the tape against dad’s furry chest was a true sensory delight, he could feel dad's warmth, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I was sure he felt dad's heart beating.
The waist proved almost too much to take, daddy stood ever so still but Mr. Finestone trembled like a leaf. The inseam...his fingers just touched dad's ball sack, solid and fairly large...restricted to near bursting in the tight bikini-style
underwear. Daddy watched in the mirrors and obviously tried so hard to keep his uncut cock from rising any further inside its prison of nylon cotton blend. Mr. Finestone laid the tape measure down flat along the platform.
"If you would be so kind, just step onto this and place your right foot heel on the little gold end for me. I'd like to see if I have the shoe size
correct that you just gave to me orally." The tailor asked almost in a pleading tone as he gazed upward at my dad's amused face staring back at him.
Daddy lifted his large warm nylon socked foot up and laid it flat on the tape measure and his big toe lay just at the 11...near perfectly. Daddy gently bounced his gold-capped big toe up and down on the number. The movement of his elegant big toe caught my eyes and made the tailor go insane.
"See, 11...just like I told you earlier. I really do know my own body- intimately I’d say. And I bet you'll find my other measurements are almost as precise. But I was glad to oblige!" Daddy said in a delighted tone.
“Your foot, it’s so...so perfect.” The kneeling old man said as he moved lower and lower to admire my daddy’s tapping toe.
“Can you smell my musky sock scent?” Daddy almost whispered. I by now was feeling like I’d topple over. My little heart raced and my eyes blurred. Daddy was luring this man in. Just like Harrison. Daddy had such powers over men.
Everybody loved daddy...his body and his perfect feet!
Mr. Finestone now was face first at daddy’s socked foot...the man’s spectacles nearly hanging off his old nose. I heard a huge intake of breath.
“Go on, go on, we are alone. Enjoy yourself!” Daddy said in his sexy husky voice...almost a command.
I found myself on my knees, gaping thru a little hole nearly at floor level. I too was being commanded to enjoy daddy. My whole small body shook. I was worshipping from afar BUT the old tailor was now actually on daddy’s socked foot and his nose was lying atop the now still big toe.
“Taste it!” Daddy said almost as if he were handing the man a cookie. His eyes fixed on the man’s bent head...willing him to do as he said.
I saw the old mouth open and accept daddy’s socked big toe. My world tilted and I could hardly catch my breath. This was so private and special...and I was watching daddy being worshipped by a total stranger.
Much more to come!
Write anytime, Tony
