Wroetoeshaw

By Tyson Tears

Published on Nov 23, 2020

Gay

Gay/Male/Foot Fetish

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not claim to know the sexualities of any persons depicted in this story.

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I got inspiration for this story from a good friend. Thank you Bunnyholes!

Harry let out a defeated sigh as he closed his bedroom door. Having just finished filming the most excruciating Sidemen video he had ever done. He was put in a team with 3 of the other Sidemen and had to try and collectively burn 80,000 calories, while the other team had to collectively eat 80,000 calories. Harry had put in a proper shift in and pushed himself extremely hard. He was absolutely knackered, still in his gym clothe he carried his aching body over to his bed and flopped down onto it in exhaustion. `This'll wreck tomorrow.' He thought to himself, letting out a deep breath and letting his eyelids fall.

Not 5 minutes later the door to his bedroom opened. Harry turned over. Tom's greyish blue eyes met his, and that look of sheer adoration filled Tom's face. The way it did every time he looked upon Harold's face.

"Hello cutie." Tom said, speaking softly recognising Harry was exhausted, his piercing blue dopey eyes had a look of fatigue to them. The greeting he received was just a low groan from Harry. Smiling Tom walked over to the foot of the bed. He looked at Harry's trainers, he hadn't even taken them off. "How about a foot massage?" Harry opened his eyes again and smiling, letting out a small huff of defeat before nodding. He didn't understand Tom's foot fetish, but he actually really enjoyed having him play with his feet. It was soothing for him.

Tom didn't need telling twice and quickly pulled off one of the thick high-top trainers Harry had spent all day in, the trainer fell to the floor and a hot warm sweaty stench hit Tom's nose. Inhaling deeply, Tom let out a low moan as he wrapped his fingers around Harry's socked feet, using his thumbs he began to make small circular motions on the sweat drenched socks. Applying pressure at times and being gentler when he saw fit. Harry cooed softly as his entire being relaxed into his mattress, as Tom's fingers rubbed, caressed, and stroked his feet. Looking down through his half-shut eyelids Harry watched on as Tom tentatively brushed his nose against his soles, taking what he thought were secret little whiffs of the sweaty feet before him.

"Foot massages work better with the socks off." Harry mumbled. Tom's heart fluttered, his fingers traced the rim of the once pure white socks and he peeled them off slowly, revealing those deliciously soft feet. Normally a lily white but due to the sweat and the hard work-out Harry had completed, they were a smooth pink colour. Tom once again began to rub them gently, heat radiated from those gorgeous soles and Tom couldn't help but lick his lips as his fingers traced along Harold's arches and between his toes. Harry in response flexed his little toes wide and scrunched them up, teasing a very aroused Tom.

Tom couldn't restrain himself anymore as he let that charnel lust free, pressing his face deep into the pink soles and sniffed deeply. The feel of Harry's warm soles on his face sent a rush through Tom's entire body. His tongue left his lips and began to explore the fleshly soft soles. Tasting that smooth and sweaty skin.

Harry, with a defeated sigh said, "Foot massages are usually done with hands." Before reaching for his phone as he felt Tom's slick wet tongue traverse from his sore heel, all the way up his arches and over his plump big toe. He engulfed it in his mouth, Harry looked at Tom, ecstasy and wanton lust were clearly shown on his face as his wet tongue rolled up and down Harry's aching soles. Harry posted a story on his Instagram of him looking up at the ceiling with the caption `Send help.' Within seconds thousands of his fans had viewed the picture, not knowing that at the end of Harry's bed was a gay man fervently enjoying the young YouTuber's feet.

Tom pulled away from the soles for a second, a small line of spit ran from his bottom lip to Harry's big toe as he began to rub the lump in his jeans. Looking over the hot wet sheen on Harry's soles left by his own saliva. Grabbing Harry's ankle, he went in for round 2, kissing the heel of one of his feet while rubbing the rest of his face against the sole in front of him. Harry listened on as Tom moaned softly into his feet. His tongue and lips gradually sliding upwards until Tom's nose was in line with his toes. He placed his nose in between Harry's big and second toe and breathed a deep breath in while at the same time used his lips to kiss and suck Harry's moist sole.

The entire episode had sent Tom into a frenzy. He undid his jeans as Harry resigned himself to his fate, turning over and relaxing, his soles facing up for Tom, who whipped out his cock and began wanking in a lust filled fervour. He pulled one foot to his face and rubbed his cock along the sole of Harry's other foot. Moaning and whimpering softly between, kisses, licks and flicks of his tongue against the sweaty sole until he couldn't hold it anymore. With a low moan he thrust forward and a hot burst of cum sprayed up Harold's sweat and saliva-soaked soles. The warm cum ran down the YouTuber's sole and towards his toes. Spurt after spurt erupted onto his feet as Tom looked on. Seeing his own spunk coating Harry's feet made him feel a second wave of arousal. The cum between his toes and up the creases of his feet made the boy so horny, without a moments hesitation he sucked Harry's cum laden toes and ran his tongue up the pink sole, and then swallowed his own cum. The post nut clarity didn't enter his head away at the cum-drenched foot.

Withdrawing from those heavenly feet, he jumped on the bed and crawled up next to Harry, who turned to look at him. "Did you enjoy yourself lad?" Harry asked.

"Yes mate, very much so. Hope you're relaxed." Tom smiled back as he kissed Harry's cheek, Harry nuzzled on Tom's chest and the pair fell asleep, Harry began snoring softly as Tom gently ran his fingers through the boys messy hair.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Please feel free to give me any feedback on my email: tysontears@outlook.com I also post pictures of male celebrity's feet as well as my own on my Instagram page: @tysontearss


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