by Chris B
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Someone pounded on the front door, trying to be heard above the party chatter and loud music. I ran down the stairs being the only one who seemed to hear it, and worried I was turning away important guests and friends.
“Happy Birthday Chris!” they exclaimed as I opened the door.
I let in the four guys dressed as the Ghostbusters who followed me into the living room. “I love the costume mate! Must’ve taken you ages” laughed Ryan, looking at my attempt to dress as Roger Rabbit. It was my 21st birthday and the theme was 80’s Movie Characters. Seeing as all the guests and I are students I thought I’d be cheaper and just as fun to have a house party rather than go out into town. I looked around the room, surprised how so many people could fit in such a small room. People were chatting, drinking and singing on the karaoke machine dressed as various characters such as Rambo, the Terminator, the Karate Kid,
The Little Mermaid, Fame girls and superheroes, just to name a few. I had on red dungarees over long sleeved white top, white fluffy slippers and yellow gloves, plus some rabbit ears on a head band and a blue bow tie; to most people I looked a tit, but it was all part of the fun. Besides, my plan was to get too wasted to care.
One issue I had with staying in is the lack of opportunity for pulling. But then I thought the chances of me trying to subtly pull a guy when I was a closet gay and dressed as a rabbit was pretty slim. I did want to tell my friends but I was worried what they’d say. It’s not stopped me getting any action in the past, but it does mean sneaking men out my room before my housemates can spot me, or staying out and telling the housemates I’m ‘going to the library’. Either way the chances of some man action tonight was slim to none.
I walked down the hallway into the kitchen to top up my drink, trying not to trip over someone dressed as an alligator. In the kitchen people swarmed around the food and alcohol, and that’s when I noticed him near the back door. He was near 6ft tall with a grade 2 hair cut, slightly tanned and nothing on but a white vest and black trousers with black shoes.
He looked about my age with a gentle coat of stubble . The vest hugged his firm pecs with wisps of dark brown chest hair peeking above his vest, but it was the biceps I couldn’t take my eyes off. He was clearly a fan of the gym, but not overly muscled. Toned was the word. I didn’t recognize him but he had clearly dressed as something as the vest had patches of fake blood and a toy gun was tucked into the side of his trousers.
“How’s it going?” I asked as I approached him. “Hey, I’m good thanks. Nice costume. You’re Bugs Bunny?” he said, with a cute boyish accent I couldn’t place.
“Rodger Rabbit” I corrected him “One of the greatest films of our time, I’m sure you’ll agree”.
“Hmm close. Fancy a beer?” He took one out the box on the counter beside him and gave it me, “Am I right in saying it’s your birthday…?”. I wondered how he got here if he didn’t even know me properly. “Chris” I replied “Yeah, sorry to sound rude but should I know you?”.
“I’m one of your neighbours who lives next door. I think you spoke to my housemate Laura and invited us all. The name’s Rob” he said smiling slightly and shaking my hand firmly. “Oh sorry” I squirmed “Yeah that’s right. Well it’s great for you guys to come, and get dressed up too”. I took that opportunity to eye him up from head to toe, taking note of the bulge in this well fitted trousers plus noticing his large feet. He must’ve been about a size 11. I’ve always had a thing for guys’ feet.
As the party continued I spent more time talking to Rob, finding out that he studies Sports Science and meeting his other housemates. I then realised I was ignoring the rest of my friends and took the time to mingle. People kept handing me drinks from nowhere and it was fair to say I was very intoxicated towards the end of the night. It must’ve been around 3 or 4 in the morning when the house began to empty and some people decided they were stopping the night on sofas and various areas on the floor. I stumbled into my room to find a very fat Maverick from Top Gun spread across my bed. I didn’t have the energy to get him off so went back downstairs for water. Two of my housemates seemed to be fiddling with the tap in the kitchen.
“Can I get some water?” I slurred at them.
“No can do mate” replied my housemate Sam “seems like someone’s broken the tap. House parties always seem to end with a half working house”.
I screwed up my face at the thought of trekking ALL the way up the stairs for water- for some reason when you’re drunk everything seems twice as difficult.
I walked into the hallway supporting myself with the wall when I saw Rob near the front door. “You all right, mate?” he asked, looking a little tipsy himself. He leaned with his back against the wall, which only encouraged me to look at his torso. He looked even hotter than I remembered and his relaxed posture made me want to pounce. “I’m good thanks” I smiled at him with a wink, regretting it instantly- a few drinks and I can’t control myself! He didn’t seem to react though. I sighed remembering my situation to which he asked
“What’s up doc? You seem stressed?”. I ignored the Bugs Bunny reference and replied
“Oh there’s some fat guy taking over my bed and I can’t get any water or find anywhere to sleep”.
“You can always crash on my sofa next door, plus we have a working tap”.
“You sure? That would be awesome. You’re housemates won’t mind will they?”
“Nah, they’ve all gone into town and chances are they’ll stay at my mates house”
“How come you didn’t join them?”
“Well, if I’m honest I feel a bit worse for ware, plus my feet are killing me”.
I felt a flinch downstairs at the mention of those large feet of his. Oh how I wanted to just throw off his shoes and suck on those manly toes. He smiled at me and led the way to his house. Did he notice me staring at his shoes?
As we walked to his house I threw off various bits of my costume, with a trail of bunny ears, gloves, a bow tie and a slipper from my front door to his. He unlocked the door and we went into his living room which was typically student like. We both crashed on the large sofa and I put my head back looking at the ceiling. When I looked back to Rob he’d put his legs across the sofa so those shiny shoes of his were inches from my legs.
He rested his head on his hand while he looked at me and yawned, “I’m shattered! Must be getting old”. I looked at his vest, wanting to rip it off. Drink’s always made me horny. I then frowned slightly “I forgot to ask; exactly what have you dressed as?”. He looked at himself “Bruce Willis, from Die Hard”. Mmmm I loved Bruce Willis but Rob looked more like his hotter younger brother. “Well…” I started saying “…there’s two major problems with your costume”.
He frowned a little looking confused “And what’s that then?”. I placed my hand on his shoe “This” I indicated, then placed my other hand on his other foot “and this. Bruce Willis doesn’t wear shoes in the film. An important part remember”. He stretched his legs so his feet were on my lap; the weight of them aroused me more.
“Well please do the honors then; I’d hate to only look half the part. Besides my feet are killing me, it’ll help”. I smiled and began unlacing his shoes, “Well seeing as I’m guest in the house I suppose it’s the least I could do”. I removed his first shoe revealing his black sock and the warm musty aroma of his foot.
I then did the same with the other shoe and he flexed his toes at the freedom. “Ah that’s better” he said. I then felt daring seeing as I was well over tipsy and he already had his feet in my lap, so I suggested “You know, I give a great foot massage. And as you’re letting me stay the night and your feet are killing, I don’t mind giving you a few minutes”.
He opened his mouth a little to say something but I took his foot in both my hands and began rubbing to which he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure. “Wow that sure feels good. I don’t suppose a few minutes will do any harm” he said, shuffling down the sofa so he was completely lying down.
His large soft feet felt great in my hands and I kept moving from one foot to the other. I could feel my cock hardening slightly at the intense pleasure both of us were feeling. After a few minutes Rob then slowly opened his eyes and said “You know, in Die Hard I don’t remember him wearing any socks either”. He stared at me intently, our eyes failing to break away. My hands went up his right ankle, lingering on his muscled calf and caressing his hairy leg. I then began pulling his sock with one hand and held his ankle with the other, slowing revealing his beautiful foot. I couldn’t take my eyes off the soft skin and perfect arches, his toes nails perfectly short.
I revealed the other identically perfect foot and began rubbing his foot watching it move in my hands and Rob closed his eyes again, moaning in pleasure “That’s so much better” he said. Suddenly I bought his foot to my face and licked his sole from heel to the ball of his foot and then continued to rub his foot. He opened his eyes to look at me, to which I responded “It’s easier to massage your feet if they’re a little wet”.
“Suck my toes” he replied looking intently serious. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I readjusted myself so I faced him more and took his foot to me mouth, licking again from his heel but this time working my tongue all the way to his toes and placed two of them in my mouth, sucking and working my tongue around them. I then continued to lick and kiss his toes until I got to his big toe and sucked on it as though I was giving a blow job. During all this he groaned and moaned with pleasure, his right hand starting to caress his bulge. I then knelt on the sofa between his legs and lifted both feet to my mouth, placing both big toes in my mouth. The salty tangy taste took over. I was in heaven.
I then put his feet down and crawled to his bulge, biting his dick gently through his trousers. He moaned again, bending his legs and putting his hands behind his head to reveal his sexy arm pits. I was now mounted above him and lifted the bottom of his vest to reveal his treasure trail and perfect six-pack, which I kissed and licked. I worked my way up his chest, kissing and licking and I removed his vest.
I reached his pointy nipples and sucked one whilst tweaking the other. He then threw off his vest at this point whilst I began to kiss his neck. His hands rubbed my back and then went under my top in a bid to remove it. I pulled it off for him and then went towards his face. Our eyes locked and our mouths slightly parted, feeling each others breath enter ours. I then put my lips to his and we kissed, my lips parting to allow his tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking.
His hands explored my naked back and went through my hair. We rolled over so he was on top of me and he pulled away. “Happy birthday” he smiled at me as his hands undid my dungarees and pulled them down with my Calvin Kleins to reveal my throbbing 6” cock. He kissed me again then moved down and I felt a warm and wet sensation on my dick. He sucked and kissed my cock, clearly an expert in the area. I stroked his head, feeling lost in the intense pleasure and energy.
He then knelt up to remove his trousers and I saw his hungry 7” dick. I practically pounced on him so I was on top of him and rubbed his warm member in my hand. I then placed his calves over my shoulders and let my wet cock enter his firm ass. I then began to move rhythmically, pounding his ass whilst rubbing his muscled hairy thighs with my hands. He closed his eyes panting and groaning. I continued to pound and felt his feet move across my cheeks so I sucked his irresistible toes.
“Yes, yes!” he gasped through the heavy panting, his eyes closed, lost in pleasure.
We continued to go until I watched him spray his abs with pearl colored cum and felt his legs go limp, at that point I too came into his ass and then fell onto him, his cum binding us together. My face landed in his right armpit and I licked it, feeling the sweat and hair on my tongue. I then moved up to his face and we locked lips once again, both out of breath. We then released, smiling at each other. “That was amazing” I said “I always fantasized about Bruce Willis, but you are something else”. He chuckled gently and put his fingers through my hair. “How bout we get cleaned up and you stay in my bed tonight. I don’t think you’ll enjoy the sofa so much”.
My fingers played with his chest hair and I nodded “Sounds good to me”.
