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by “plucky wrench ” from Flickr [with additional story material by editor]

I was so turned on by feet. They made me so horny, the look, the smell, the taste. So no surprises whenever any guy came round I had a strict “no shoes” rule so that I could get a whiff and nosey at their feet. One weekend I went to stay at my dads house for the weekend and the most amazing thing happened. You wont even believe me, heck i wouldnt believe it if i heard it.

My dad had really nice feet. Long toes, a strong manly odour and smooth soft soles. I couldnt help but stare at them. I dont know if he ever caught me. I even stole some of his socks to sniff and jack off with. The first night was all normal but the second night was when it happened. I was sleeping when i heard my dads door open and footsteps along the corridor. He must have got up for the toilet. Then i heard my door creak open. I looked but there was nothing there. Must be a draft i thought and i lay back down. Then i felt a tickle at my feet like something rubbing against them. I pulled back the covers and there at the bottom of the bed were my dads feet playing footsie with mine. I must be dreaming i thought. I reached down and touched them, they were warm and sweaty and the toes clenched in response to my touch. I massaged them and the toes wiggled away. I lay down and rubbed the soles, my dick started to stiffen with each rub. In excitement I put the feet down and pulled my pants down. The feet then walked up my body and positioned themselves at my dick with it between their soles. They began to give me a footjob. The toes rubbed up and down my shaft and tickled my bellend. I quivered in ecstasy as they continued. I told them to stop. I didnt want to finish off too quickly. They stopped and walked up to my face. I took a huge sniff of the manly smell that came from them. I decided to return the favour of pleasure to them and licked them. First down the sole, then back up and between each toe ensuring no inch was unworshipped. Then i placed them back on my dick and they knew what i wanted. They continued the footjob. Up and down, faster and faster until i couldnt hold anymore. I shot my load all over my dads feet. They lay there and rubbed my cum through their toes and on each of the soles. I licked my cum off them and gave them a wash. I kissed them on each sole and took a final whiff. I didnt want this to end.

The feet then walked back to my dads room, i followed them and watched as they wiggled as if waving goodbye before reattaching to my dads ankles. I returned to my room and thought through what had just happened. I hoped it would happen again tomorrow.

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CONTINUED: The next morning, I found my dad fixing breakfast in his boxer shorts; he normally sleeps and walks about the house nude, and he must have slipped on a pair since he had company. The crotch was still a bit tented from his morning wood and piss, but still enough to make a prominent outline of his shaft and cockhead.

After breakfast we relaxed in the den, where I watched the morning newscast while he had his head buried in the newspaper. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught dad’s toes wiggling again, and they were unmistakably repeating last night’s motions and gestures. I couldn’t help but imagine my cock again between those soles and toes as they repeatedly flexed, clenched and relaxed. His big toes then wiggled at me, like the feet version of a wink, then waved in a slow, circular motion, as if beckoning me to come and take them in my mouth. Hidden from dad’s view, his feet and I played our little game of flirt and tease, which gave me such an erection that I had to adjust myself not to be so obviously turned on. Dad’s cock, however, sprang back to full life, and eventually slipped through the boxer fly into full view.

Dad finally took notice and lowered his paper. His misbehaving feet froze, but his dick had nowhere to hide, and dad was embarrassed to see his manhood out in the open. “Ooops, sorry about that, son,” he said, then did his best to quickly tuck it back into his shorts.

“No problem, dad,” I replied. I had a strong hunch that dad’s feet would indeed make another visit before the weekend was through …

The final morning before going home, I walked into the kitchen and saw dad sitting on the kitchen table. He hadn’t made breakfast yet - instead he nursed a cup of coffee as he apparently waited for me to wake up and come in.

“Son, come and sit down. I think we need to discuss something that might involved you during your visit.”

“Sure, dad,” I said, and sat down. Dad wasn’t in his usual boxers; he was covered up compared to how he usually dressed around the house - golf shirt, jeans, and hiking boots. He consciously closed his legs together and swung them under the table, planting both boots on the floor.

“You haven’t noticed anything … strange these past few nights?” he asked.

“Um, like what?” I replied, starting to get a little worried.

Dad folded his hands and leaned forward, looking me in the eye. “I’ll just be open it about it. These past few days I’ve woken up to some strange things. The other night, I woke up with some flaky stuff between my toes. And this morning, there was a big wet spot in my bed, right about where my crotch was when I was sleeping.”

“Well, that is strange,” I answered. But my face reddened a bit, and dad’s raised an eyebrow observing my reaction.

“You see, about a month ago, my girlfriend and I went to a magic show, and one of the tricks was that sawed-in-half act. She thought that it would be fun to put the magician on the spot, and after the magician finished his trick with his assistant, she volunteered me as a bonus assistant. And the magician didn’t skip a beat, I was in that box in no time, blades slid in and split in two, then for added effect he took off my feet. Only when he was putting me back together, the blades got stuck at the top and wouldn’t come out. Everything seemed fine when the box doors were opened and I was able to slide instead of climb out of the box, and I didn’t think anything of it. But she stayed over that night, and in the morning she informed me that she felt my lower half spooning her and grinding against her butt, when she turned around she saw that the rest of me was facing away from her. She’s a bit of a kinkster, so she took advantage of the situation, and by her description I was insatiable.”

I tried to look surprised, but I wasn’t very convincing.

“So what I’m saying is that when I’m asleep, this,” he said as he gestured to his crotch, “has a habit of getting around on its own and acting out. Now you know I’m just for the ladies, but sometimes dick just wants to get off, you know what I mean?”

I nodded, and gulped. “Dad, since you mention it, I did see you go to the bathroom. Not all of you, but just enough.”

“Is that all?” he prodded.

“Well, no.”

Dad leaned back with a concerned look. “Did I take advantage of you?”

“No! Well, maybe at first,” and my sentence trailed off into an awkward silence.

“I see.” Another awkward silent pause. “I guess I should be freaked out about that, son, but no more than you should be about seeing the junk that brought you into this world molesting you.”

“I wasn’t,” I said, “and no, I didn’t think that you were doing it. In my head, it wasn’t you at all.”

“Well, that’s good, I suppose,” he replied. “Since you’re the only one other than my girlfriend who stays the night here, I just wanted to make sure that you aren’t freaked out with your old man’s ‘condition’.”

“Nope.” I then upped the ante - “In fact, I kind of like it.”

Dad rubbed his chin for a bit. “Tell you what. Now that you know what my circumstance is, and are fine with it, I have not problem with it, too. As far as I’m concerned, that’s not me at night. But let’s just keep between the two of us, OK?”

I nodded in response as what he was telling me sunk in.

“Just make sure you clean up your dad’s junk when it’s done, and don’t let it get too crazy, or even out of house, OK?” he chuckled.

“Agreed,” I nodded.

“Great,” as he pushed away from the kitchen table. “Now I’m going to change out of these into my usual around-the-house clothes,” he said with a wink, “then I’ll fix us some breakfast.”

As he headed to the hallway to his bedroom, I I called out, “And maybe afterwards, you can take a nap - does that sound good to you?”

Dad paused and looked down at his late-night wayward parts, and then at me. “Yeah, sure.”

Since I was going to leave for home in the evening, I determined to make good on my newfound arrangement with dad and his ‘problem’. While clearing the table, I suggested we take advantage of the good weather and do some hiking. We changed into outdoor clothes - Dad in a t-shirt and cargo shorts that showed off the objects of my interest - and then headed out into the woods. I took the lead, and made sure we hit as many hillside trails as possible before the noon sun bearing down on us made it a good time to head home.

As soon we got inside, dad made a beeline to the kitchen sink to splash some cold water from the faucet on his face and neck.

“You sure gave your dad a good workout,” he said as he wiped down with a hand towel.

“Ready for that nap?” I asked leaning on the counter.

“You had that in mind all along, didn’t you?” he answered. I was unabashedly looking at his legs and boots. “As far as I know, these wandering feet have only run around during the night. Can’t guarantee anything will happen during a daytime nap.”

“Well there’s only one way to find out,” I said.

Dad chuckled, then poured himself a glass of water, then headed towards the living room to lay on the couch.

I went to my bedroom, and stripped down to cool off, too. I lay down on the bed for a few minutes, and while I passed some time waiting for dad to fall asleep, my gaze fell on my boots and an idea came to me. I grabbed them and started to unlace them, pulling the leather laces from the eyelets. I then tied them together to form a single cord.

“How are you doing there, dad?” I called out. There was no answer.

I walked out into the hallway and then into the living room, where I found dad spread out on the couch, one leg hanging down to the floor, his head on a pillow cushion and face covered by another. He had taken off his boots and socks, and his bare feet were out in all their splendor in the sunlight streaming from the window. Apart from the rise and fall of his breathing, he was perfectly still. I thought about going over to him and touching those feet, but concluded that just might wake him up. No, his feet and legs would come alive on their own, when they were good and ready, so I settled into the nearby recliner and watched.

About 10 minutes passed before I noticed his toes start to move. The first movements were slight, but then grew. The toes of the foot propped on the couch arm wiggled in the air, while the toes on the floor flexed apart and then together, then curled into a foot fist before splaying out on the hardwood floor. As they did that, the muscles on his calves tensed and relaxed with the toe movements, reminding me of yawning and stretching from a sleep.

I got up from the recliner and walked over the couch. Dad’s toes stopped, then wiggled a hello as I knelt for a closer look. I watched with amazement as the foot on the couch arm bent to anchor itself while the foot on the floor flatted itself, and in a series of short, gentle tugs, the legs pulled away from dad’s torso and eventually cleaved away. The raised leg then lifted up and swung itself down, pulling the rest of dad’s lower half up into a sitting position, which then stood up then stepped up close to me.

Dad’s crotch was right up next to my face, and I breathed in it’s musky, sweaty scent. It then inched forward and playfully brushed against my nose, and then my cheek and chin, then nose again, and repeated the pattern. With each touch. the bulge beneath the fly grew. The bulge then started to tap on my nose, and then on my lips, and then the legs bent and jerked in an attempt to shift dad’s cock into a more comfortable position as best it could without the help of dad’s hands.

I reached up and started to undo the front of dad’s cargo shorts, but instead pressed my fingers against his cock, and traced the outline of its shaft now pressing against one leg. Dad’s hips started to sway and undulate, brushing his stiff erection against my fingers as well as his clothing. Soon enough dad’s lower half decided enough was enough, and proceeded to walk towards my bedroom. I followed, and stopped at the doorway as I watched it come to a stop in the middle of the room and turn towards me, the legs what would have been shoulder-width apart. In a gesture of urgency or maybe even impatience, one foot lightly stomped.

I walked over and knelt down, then quickly unbuttoned and unzippered the shorts, then pulled both shorts and underwear down with a quick yank, causing dad’s cock to proudly spring out in the open. I then quickly took it in my mouth and thrust my jaw down to dad’s hairy crotch. I wrapped my hands behind the thighs and pulled them closer to me, and in a steady rhythm I blew dad’s cock along its entire length, my cheeks caved in by the amount of suction I was giving to inch it towards climax.

Just as I noticed the increased taste of pre-cum in my mouth and the balls starting to contract, I pulled away. Dad’s cock throbbed in its build-up to orgasm, and after a few seconds it shook and wagged, insisting that I finish. I took my hands away from dad’s thighs, then gave his lower half a slight push. Dad’s shorts and underwear were still bunched up at its ankles, so it did an awkward backwards shuffle as it tried to keep balance until the legs came to a stop against the bed, then flopped ass-first onto it.

I quickly jumped on top of dad’s legs and held them down between my legs as I reached to my bedstand for the leather laces. The legs tried their best to wriggle and kneejerk their way free, but to no avail as I squeezed my own legs harder around them. I held one end of the leather to one side of dad’s cock, then wrapped the remaining strap around dick and balls several times like a roped steer, then tied it off with about a three-foot length left.

I then lifted myself off dad’s legs, which hopped off the bed. After a momentary pause, it hurriedly shook of the underwear and shorts and started to retreat out the door, but I held fast to my end of the lace. Before it could reach the door, the slack in the leather ran out, and caused dad’s lower limbs to spin round, then stagger to regain balance. Facing me, it leaned back and tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t give.

It’s foot stamped loudly on the floor. In response I gave the cord a hard yank, and the legs staggered a few steps closer. They stamped again and tried to back away, but I yanked harder this time, enough to bring dad’s lower half in front of me. I then wrapped the leather around my hand and yanked upwards, enough to cause dad’s legs to stand on the balls of his feet.

“Give up,” I whispered, “you’re not going to wake him up, and you’re not going anywhere, not until I’m done with you.” I pulled up on the leather a little harder, and dad’s legs strained as they lifted on their toes. After a few minutes, I lowered the leather enough for dad’s feet to come down completely to the floor. I watched carefully to see any sign of the legs trying to make a break for it again, but they seemed to have caught on and did not resist.

With the leather still wrapped around my hand, I walked towards the door and gave a slight tug to signal to follow me. With his junk leashed like a dog, I led dad’s lower half around the house. In each room, I would push his ass against the wall and take his cock into my mouth and suck on it just short of climax, then get up and continue to the next room, the leather cord acting like a cockring and keeping dad’s cock stiff in between stops.

By the time we reached the bathroom, dad’s lower body was compliant and squatted in the bathtub as I directed. I then started the water running and lathered up my hand, then slowly started to wash between the legs and around its asshole. I gently ran my soaped finger around, and then inside, bit by bit, waiting for dad’s clenching ass to get accustomed before going deeper. I did this until I was two knuckles deep, then pulled out and rinsed his now-clean pucker. I tugged on the leather, and dad’s legs stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, shaking off water one leg at a time. I then led them back to my room, where I pushed them down on the bed crotch-side down and tied the cord to the bedpost.

I then dove my face between dad’s ass cheeks and began to vigorously eat his ass out. The legs scrambled up further on the bed to better open up to my probing tongue. I poked down there with the tip of my tongue, running circles around and then lapping broadly against the spasming manhole. I then wet my finger with a gob of spit and slid it in. I slowly pushed it in until my fingertip came to rest against dad’s prostate, then began to massage. I could feel it tighten in rhythm to the dad’s rectum squeezing around my finger and the slight jerk at the base of his cock. I reached around with my other hand and wrapped around dad’s shaft, and the cockhead had become wet and slick with the amount of pre-cum I was teasing out of his prostate.

With my finger still in dad’s ass, I lifted a leg over me to turn dad’s crotch up, then dove in around his bound, swollen shaft. Each thrust down into my throat was accompanied by a finger thrust against his prostate, and dad’s legs wrapped over my shoulders and urged me on by pulling in sync with my rhythm. With one final, strong clench, dad’s ass gripped around my finger like a vise while his legs shuddered and wrapped my head between them, then thrust his cock as far as it would go into my mouth as his built-up load poured into my throat. They twitched and spasmed several times, then relaxed and lay limp on my shoulders as his asshole relaxed, then slid off and came to rest at the edge of the bed.

I slowly began to pull my finger out, and dad’s ass started to clench against, as if to signal not yet, but I continued until my finger was free. I then sat on the floor with my back to the bed, and looked at the sight of my dad’s bound cock slowly twitch as it softened and his toes lazily flex in the glow of a major orgasm. One of dad’s feet then lifted up and then gently came to rest on my hand, and then proceeded to massage it with its toes. I took my other hand and massaged the calf and tickle the hairs.

“This weekend is only the beginning,” I whispered to it with a smile.

I slid my hand up dad’s leg to his bound cock, then started to loosen the cord when dad’s crotch wriggled and his legs pulled it away from my hand before I could undo the knot.

“What?” I muttered as I pulled myself off the floor and began to position myself between dad’s knees to try again. A leg half-lifted and placed its foot on my chest, then gently pushed me away.

“You don’t want to be untied just yet?”

Dad’s legs got up off the bed and walked to the middle of the room. It then kicked the loose end of the cord towards me, and then slowly lowered itself on its knees.

I climbed off the bed and walked over to dads legs, then slowly walked around them, dad’s hairy lower half positioned in an obvious posture of compliance.

“Are you ready to go back?” I asked.

Dad’s hips swiveled, his dick shaking what I took to be a “no”. I stopped behind his ass, then started to caress his hairy butt checks. His dick started to slowly get hard again. I placed my foot between the bent knees and tapped, and the legs obediently spread out more. I then slid head first and up between them so I was staring up at his balls and ass crack.

“My turn to get off,” I said, and dad’s hips now bucked back and forth, his again-hard cock swinging in a vigorous nod “yes”. I tugged down on the cord to lower dad’s balls to my mouth, and I started to lick balls, groin and taint in slow, leisurely laps. Dad’s legs lifted up one after to plant their feet on the ground, then settled into a squat, the better for me to reach all the spots, dad’s cock slowly dripping pre-cum again.

I pulled down on the cord, causing dad’s ass to land on my chest and his cock on my face, which I then sucked into my mouth, my tongue lapping at his dripping cockhead. In the meantime, my hands ran up and down his thighs, from rump to knees and back, outside and in between. Dad’s toes curled and relaxed in pleasure while his shaft slide between my lips, his heels planted on the floor and his legs flexing his crotch slightly back and forth on my chest.

I finally decided that enough was enough, and pushed dad’s legs apart, and then down until my now throbbing cock pressed against his ass crack. In a single motion, I pushed my back off the floor with my elbows and curled my chest up, causing dad’s lower half to fall back, legs up in the air. I then held his legs apart by the thighs and slowly slid my cockhead into dad’s ass, then slowly started to press against his hole. It spasmed and squeezed at first, but it started to relax as it got accustomed to my cock knocking at its hole. First the tip of my cockhead, then the up to the rim, and then finally the beginning of the shaft. I then slightly pulled out and allowed dribbles of spit to fall and wet the top of the cockhead and shaft, then in one steady stroke slid my dick into dad’s ass. Dad’s ass and legs clamped down, and I could feel his rectal muscles squeezing down on my cock, which only got it harder. After a while dad’s lower half started to relax.

I started to pull out, but dad’s legs wrapped around my waist and hugged against my waist, keeping my firmly planted inside. It then began to cue me by slowly starting to relax and then flex. Following its lead, I began to pump my cock in my dad’s hairy man-ass. Each time my cockhead hit his prostate, his asshole would clamp down, and while it squeezed I slid out, and in synch his asshole would relax and his legs would pull me in. His cock was now doing a stiffy, jerky dance with my thrusts, strings of precum dripping and flinging from his cockhead and pooling into moist patchs on his hairy crotch.