by Anonymous
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The Delta Queen stood stately at its moorings on the riverside.
Going up the boarding ramp were myself and my boyfriend, Ron. Ron is the world's cutest preppy guy. He's incredibly sexy. He's 50ish, but his boyish good looks make him look at least 10 years younger. The only thing that might give him away is his sexy silver hair--a full head of luxurious silver hair to run my fingers through passionately. Ron has just a hint of a Southern draw in his voice, left over from his Kentucky upbringing. He was educated at a very famous Ivy League university in New England, and is himself an educator at an Ivy League Prep School.
But he is so sweet and unpretentious you would never know that. He is so gorgeous. He absolutely loves tasseled loafers and very fancy dress socks, as do I. We both have had foot, dress sock and loafer fetishes since we were children.
WE both discovered our fetishes slightly before we knew we were gay. Actually, our love for men’s feet and accessories helped us realize that we were gay. My name is Brett. I'm 40ish, also a well-educated professional. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and am totally head over heels in love with Ron (or it might be more accurate to say "head under heels" in love with Ron.) This will be out first cruise together. Loving history, we have always wanted to cruise the Mississippi together on the Delta Queen. But first, we are wild to get to our cabin and make love to each other’s feet.
You see, this is the first week of our summer vacation, and while Ron teaches in his prep school, we live in different states during the school year. Summer is heaven for us! We get to be together all summer long. We haven't made love to each others feet since Spring break--only a short week--3 long months ago.
Arriving in our cabin, Ron and I fall onto the bed feet to face in our favorite 69 position.
We remove each others loafers--both are wearing black, tasseled loafers.
We both kiss and lick each others socked feet. I'm wearing black OTC's with little grey diamond patterns, and my gorgeous Ron is wearing gray OTC's with little delicate blue dot patterns on them. We both love to kiss and lick every inch of each other’s feet. I so love to sniff Ron's socked feet. His feet have the most beautiful fragrance to them when they are still moist from his gorgeous socks. WE passionately make love to each others socked feet for nearly an hour.
The ship's whistle is blowing and the calliope playing in the distant background. Most other passengers are up on deck waving goodbye to those on shore. I am peeling down Ron's delicate socks with my lips and teeth. I am very careful not to snag our beautiful socks. Ron and always share all our socks and loafers, as we are both perfect size 10s. WE take very good care of our loafers and especially our socks, we love them nearly as much as we love each other! Ron already has my socks off and is very gently and lovingly nipping and sucking each of my toes.
I am doing the same for him. His toes are the most delightful and delicious things I've ever had in my mouth. Both our cocks are hard and throbbing. We rub our bodies close together so our cocks (bulging through our matching Khaki trousers) are touching excitedly. We can stand it no more. We begin unzipping each other’s khakis and pulling them down over each other's gorgeous feet and onto the floor! I put one of Ron's socks over his hard cock, and he puts one of mine over my cock.
We both begin sucking each other’s cocks wildly through each others socks. Two guys in love as much as we are seem to know each other instinctively. After about 15 minutes of passionate sucking kissing and licking, almost simultaneously, our cocks explode. Filling our socks with warm, sweet delicious cum. We both continue licking the sweet nectar from the socks. Afterwards, we fall into each others arms in a passionate embrace. Our mouths meet in loving and very deep French kissing. We kiss for at least 30 minutes.
Then we cuddle on the bed, rubbing our feet together in silence, hearing the water splashing from the paddle wheel at the stern and the waves crashing on the shores of the might Mississippi River.
To be continued …
