Disclaimer: I do not know David Silveira, Fred Durst, or anyone else involved with either Korn or Limp Bizkit. That said, this entire story is fictional. If you're under 18, or if you aren't turned on by the thought of guys having sex or licking each others' feet, then you should probably turn back. If you're over 18 and you love that sort of thing, then read on, brother (or sister).
David's Foot Massage
David Silveira dried his face off with a towel. Man, it was fucking hot out on that stage. He was glad as hell to be off of it. He loved playing for devoted Korn fans and everything, but sometimes, it just got way too hot on the stage. With a certain degree of recklessness, he removed his white wifebeater and just kinda chucked it on the ground as he walked off stage. It had become soaked in sweat as the concert had progressed, and he just felt extremely dirty. More than likely, he was going to hop into a shower right now. That, or collapse from heat exhaustion. Whichever happened first.
Fred Durst had been watching Korn from backstage. They had had their little spats in the past before, but Fred was now on fairly good terms with the band. He thought the guys could still rock out with the best of them, and he related to a lot of their angsty lyrics. He knew he felt like that as a kid sometimes growing up. He found a now shirtless David Silveira rushing to the green room, and flagged him down.
"Yo, good show, dude," Fred commented, adjusting his trademarked red baseball hat.
"Thanks, man," David hurriedly said. "I'm goin' to the dressing room for a second for a second, probably gonna take a shower or something. I'm drenched."
"Yeah, and you fucking reek, too," Fred joked.
David playfully punched Fred back. He knew Fred was crass like that sometimes. The two of them walked into Korn's dressing room, where James "Munky" Shaffer and Jonathan Davis already were sitting on the leather couch, discussing the show. Like David, they were also positively soaking in their own perspiration.
"Hey, Fred," Jonathan greeted him.
"What's up? Good show, guys."
"Thanks," smiled Munky. "Too bad they barely gave us any time to tune."
"Yeah, fucking Palladium bastards," spit Jonathan. "Anyway, we're gonna go and maybe get some grub. You guys coming?"
"I'm going to shower first," said David. "Then I'll join up with you later."
"Alright. Fred?"
"I'll stay here for a bit, keep David company, I guess."
"Ooh, I get it," insinuated Munky. He winked, mock- knowingly.
"Ah, fuck off, you nerd," griped Fred. David was trying to stifle a laugh.
"Anyway, we're outta here. We'll probably be at a Burger King or something. Catch ya later." With that, Jonathan and Munky departed.
Fred collapsed on the plush leather couch where Munky and Jon were just sitting. David was looking around for his keys so that he could drive back to the hotel.
"Over there, dude," Fred pointed out.
Grabbing his keys, David and Fred made their way to the hotel where Korn had been staying while they were in California. They checked in and made their way up the elevator to the room where David had been staying. It was two to a room, with Jonathan and Head in one room while Munky and Fieldy stayed in another. David had his room all to himself. It was nice, having that sort of privacy.
"Argh," David groused, evidently in pain.
"What's wrong?" inquired Fred.
"Nothing, just my feet are fucking KILLING me. I've been walking around on them all day and they're just so sore."
"Really?" Fred thought about this for a second. As David rubbed at his feet through his sneakers, Fred out of nowhere suggested, "I could massage them for you, if ya want."
David debated this for a second. He really wanted to shower first, and having Fred massage his feet would be sorta.strange. Then again, his feet did really hurt. He was close to chopping them off if they kept hurting this bad.
"Guess I'll take you up on that offer." David said, plopping down on the white leather couch in his room. He propped his sneakers up on the couch and then thought about how much he really needed that shower. "Have a seat, dude, and start rubbin'!"
Fred laughed and inched down towards the far-left end of the couch and untied the laces on David's brown Airwalk sneakers. Removing first the right sneaker and then the left, he was greeted with the scent of sneaker feet. David had managed to work up quite a sweat while he was out on stage, as was evidenced by his slick torso and sweaty brow. Given the general high temperatures of packed venues, his feet and socks were no doubt moist as well. Not at all deterred from the scent, Fred then proceeded to remove David's right and then left sock. He revealed David's now naked feet. His toes were sort of slim and slightly stubby, and the toes were spaced out fairly well. The process of removing his shoes and socks wasn't meant to be sexual, but Fred did consider for a second that he was sorta undressing David. He was now only wearing a pair of light black Gap jeans.
Fred took a seat on the far-left cushion of the couch and placed David's right foot in his lap. He liked to think that he was actually pretty good at these foot massages, having given a couple of them to some models whenever he visited the Playboy Mansion. He figured that guys' feet and girls' feet couldn't be all that different. Plus, this wasn't supposed to be erotic. It was in the case of the Playboy models.
David placed his arms behind his head and laid back. He was glad that Fred, who was a good friend of the band in general, was helping him relieve some of the tension of touring. Foot massages always felt great under any kind of duress, even if they were from another dude. David and Fred were practically brothers, though, so it didn't really bother him. He was enjoying himself a lot, actually.
Fred started by rubbing his thumbs in concentric circles over the fleshy pads of his right foot. He then pushed his thumbs back and forth in the spaces between his biggest and next largest toe and the space between his second and third largest toes, rubbing them back and forth. He then pushed his thumbs in between the remaining two spaces between his toes, working them back and forth, sliding them between the two fleshy digits. He then resumed massaging the pads of the upper part of his foot with his fingers, and then worked them down to the ankle.
As Fred readjusted himself on the couch, he found he couldn't escape the stench of David's feet. What worried him was not the smell himself, but rather what he felt about the smell. There was something heady and enticing about the aroma of David's feet, and he couldn't understand why that was. The more he thought about it, the more appetizing the odor became. He tried to eliminate this thought from his head. It was pretty sick of him to find something hot about what he was doing. It was just an innocent foot massage, and there was no way he was going to do something crazy like licking his feet or anything. Guys just don't do things like that with other guys.
David sensed Fred was nervous about something but kept his mouth shut. He was definitely enjoying this massage, especially the feeling of Fred's fingers tracing up and down his foot.did he really just think that? He knew this wouldn't have been any different if, say, his wife had been doing this to him. Then again, she never HAD done anything like this to him before, and Fred doing it felt wonderful. Now David was getting nervous. It wasn't possible that he was getting turned on by this, was he? His dick was very quietly stirring in his pants, but he reasoned that the sensation itself was causing it, regardless of who was doing it.
There were similar stirrings in Fred's pants as he battled with himself over why he was feeling like this as he continued moving his fingers through the gaps in between David's toes. There was no way he was getting aroused by this! He grimaced to himself as he tried his best not to inhale the aroma of David's sweaty feet, but that's always a bit difficult when one is giving a foot massage. His dick itched as he placed David's right foot down and took his left foot lap in his lap. He repeated the same process with his left foot as he had done with his right, except this time he hoped David wouldn't notice the increasing bulge in his pants.
David had a similar worry. The more Fred played with and touched and massaged his feet, the more aroused he got. Also, more distressing thoughts started entering his head. He actually considered for a second what it would be like if Fred, for whatever reason, completely lost his inhibition and started sucking on his toes. He then just as quickly perished the thought from his head, realizing Fred would never do something like that.
Fred moved his fingers up and down David's left foot, running them along the soles and kneading the flesh tenderly. He traced a finger up alongside David's littlest toe, ran it over the top of the toe, then slid it back down in the space between his littlest toe and his next biggest toe, and then repeated the process for the remaining toes on his foot. He traced his fingers underneath his toes and then massages his ankle with his index and middle fingers. The longer he kept this up, the crazier he was going. He was starting to face the awful truth: David had cute feet and he was getting turned on by what he was doing. And he really wanted David not to notice, but.but.
Fred eventually lost it. Taking David's right foot in his mouth, he hesitated for what was maybe a millisecond before latching his mouth onto David's big toe and sucked on it fiercely. He then slipped his mouth off of his big toe and then, one by one, sucked all of the rest of David's toes on his right foot in succession. He ran his tongue underneath his toes and wedged it into the spaces between his toes. He ran his tongue all the way down his sole and sucked on the bottom fleshy pad. He ran his tongue along David's ankle and then ran it back up along the contours of his right foot. He couldn't control himself. The taste not only wasn't bad, but it tasted pretty awesome, actually. He couldn't believe that he, Fred Durst, macho lead singer of Limp Bizkit, was actually licking the feet of David Silveira, the sexy drummer from Korn. This was insane!
David was thinking the same thing. He couldn't believe that, in the first place, he was having his feet licked, and that second of all, his friend Fred Durst was doing it! More than that, he actually couldn't believe that this felt really great. He didn't even care anymore that this was a guy doing it; getting your feet licked just felt amazing. He laid back and let his cock spring to full attention, not even caring if Fred noticed that he was completely turned on by what he was doing.
Fred had lost most of his inhibition by now and was going crazy on David's feet. He lapped up his trails of spittle and allowed them to dribble down over David's feet, letting the saliva collect between his toes and drip down over his soles again. He sucked on his toes with reckless abandon and ran his tongue along the contours of the foot with absolute glee. This was so fucking hot!
Realizing he had until now neglected his left foot, Fred raised it to his mouth and ran his hot tongue along the sole, relishing in the taste of David's sweat-laden foot. His cock by now was itching wildly in his pants, too, and like David, he didn't care if his partner noticed. He sucked on each of the toes on the left foot one by one and wormed his tongue in the crevices between his toes. He ran his tongue along the nails of his toes and along the underside of them as well. He kissed all the way down along his sole, stopping at his ankle to kiss that, and then ran his tongue over the tops of David's left foot. Fred was amazed by how quickly this quickly turned from an innocent foot massage into a highly erotic foot-licking session.
Fred then removed his mouth from his left foot and asked David in a husky voice, "Ya like that?"
David smiled. "That feels fuckin' awesome, dude. But, uh, I was wondering."
Fred's heart stopped. Was he about to ask what he thought he was going to ask him? "What?"
"Could I try you?"
Fred practically beamed. "Go ahead, man!"
With that, Fred and David switched positions on the couch. Fred lay down where David had been lying before and David took Fred's position on the far-left cushion of the couch. David, not having done this before, attempted to mimic Fred's actions as best as he could. He unlaced Fred's Adidas sneakers and pulled them off, first the right and then the left. He then removed Fred's socks, first right and then left, and was also greeted with a sneaker stench not dissimilar from his own. Fred had some pretty hot feet, he thought to himself. His toes, like him, were sorta plump and big, and his second toe was nearly as big as his big toe. The pads of his feet were also very fleshy, and he had less space between his toes than David did. The nails of his toes just barely extended up past the fleshy digit onto which they belonged. They also had a fucking awesome sweaty aroma that caused David to get hard all over again.
He took Fred's right foot into his lap, much like Fred had done to him. He rubbed his thumbs in concentric circles on the contours of his sole, along each curve and pad. He slipped his fingers in the crevices between his toes, working them back and forth, and in the process bringing Fred immense pleasure. Fred was enjoying this as much as David was, and he couldn't wait until he got to the really juicy part!
David continued working his fingers about Fred's right foot, massaging the instep and running his fingers along Fred's ankle and the top of his foot. He loved the very feel of his foot, made softer because of having to walk around all day getting ready for the show. Not having seen much exposure to the sun, his feet were also a lighter color than his legs. The tan line ended at his ankle. His soles were a wonderful light pink color, obviously having seen little light. He continued rubbing and massaging his right foot, putting it down only so that he could work on his left foot as well.
David continued what he was doing with Fred's right foot on his left. He massaged the fleshy pads of his foot and wormed his fingers in the spaces between the toes. He ran his fingers along the tops of his toes and over the nails of his foot. He placed a finger on his littlest toe and then, working his way to right, traced it up along the toe, back down into the gap between the littlest toe and the next largest, and then up along the next toe, and then back down again. He did this all the way to end of his foot, and then traced it down along the side of his foot, seductively tracing the finger along his instep and back down around the fleshy region on the bottom of his foot. For a finale, he ran his index and middle fingers in concentric circles around Fred's ankle.
Both men were, by this time, hard as rocks. They could also tell that the other one was, David bulging out of his Gap jeans and Fred sporting a hardon in his Quiksilver khaki shorts. Fred had a hot idea for how they could both relieve each other of their burdens, as well, but first, he was going to enjoy having his feet licked by an incredibly sexy guy.
David took Fred's right foot, placed it right in front of him, and hesitantly licked the sole. He found it had a very pleasant taste, faintly cheesy, but still rather appetizing. He licked again, this time removed of all hesitancy, and then a third time. He ran his tongue underneath the fleshy bulges that were the back of his toes. He inhaled sharply as he did so, relishing in the hot odor of Fred's sexy feet. He still couldn't believe he was doing this, but instead of being completely bewildered and sort of disgusted, he was now very pleased and very aroused. He continued basting Fred's foot with his saliva, running it up and down and all over his sole and toes.
Fred, feeling how awesome this was, couldn't resist again. He told David to swing his legs up back onto the leather couch. Being faced once again with David's feet, he had no choice but to resume his own foot licking. His hot, moist mouth engulfed David's still moist foot. He took three toes in his mouth at once and sucked on them hungrily.
The two men lay there, sucking on each other's feet, giving each other massive sexual stimulation. Tongues ran along toes and the backs and tops of feet. Saliva collected in pools on their glistening feet. The room was aglow with the fragrance of two men's sweaty feet and of the general aroma of sexual heat. This was the wildest thing either of them had either done, and they were both enjoying the hell out of it.
Fred eventually couldn't take it anymore. Sitting up, he removed his foot from David's mouth, reached down and undid the button and zipper on his khaki shorts, pushing them to the floor. David, not wanting to be left out of what Fred had planned, likewise removed his own jeans and pushed them down over his slick feet. Both men's boxers were both stained with precum, as they were both aroused by the hotness of what they were doing. Each man pulled down his underwear, with Fred easing his white boxer briefs over his engorged cock and David struggling to free his own cock from its plaid boxer shorts trappings. David was now completely naked, while Fred was still wearing his trademark red baseball cap and a plain black shirt.
Fred ran his foot along David's naked thigh, with David reciprocating in kind. The two men ran their slick feet along each others' bodies, with Fred sliding them over David's slightly muscular physique and David running his underneath Fred's shirt and massaging his hairy, stocky chest. The men scooted down further and David ran his feet over Fred's coarse facial hair, while Fred toyed with David's nipple ring with his big toe. They continued their footplay for sometime before Fred moved back on the couch a little and placed his feet on either side of David's freely hanging ballsack.
Fred then inched his feet up the shaft of David's hard cock and placed the girth of it in between the spaces underneath his toes. His intention was for David to do the same to him, and of course, he responded. He inched down and placed Fred's cock between his toes, enjoying the feeling of his penis throbbing between his hot, moist toes and of having his cock played with by Fred's own slick feet.
Moving his feet up and down David's cock, Fred, in essence, began jerking David off with his feet. When he woke up this morning, he certainly had no idea that he would be doing anything as crazy as this. Here he was, sliding his feet up and down one of his best friend's hard cocks - not only that, but one of his best MARRIED friends, at that. He'd always thought David was an attractive guy, but he never actually thought that he'd be fooling around with him like this one day, especially in the manner that they were doing it now.
David felt the same way. He had never thought of Fred sexually, although he understood why some women could be drawn to him. He certainly wasn't the most fit person in the world, but there was a certain brazen charm to him that, up until now, he thought only girls would find irresistible. Now he was finding himself the victim of these charms as well. He thought Fred was actually really sexy, and he hoped they could fool around like this in the future. Amazingly, he felt very little guilt about what he was doing, having a wife and a daughter. He was technically having sex with one of his friends, but the pleasurable sensations that he was feeling overrode any guilt or shame he could possibly be having right now. He'd much rather focus on the stud who was jacking him off with his feet than on the marital or moral aspects of this situation.
Speaking of, David, having temporarily been lost in thought, began to do to Fred as Fred was doing to him. He started moving his feet very slowly up Fred's cock, eventually picking up speed and establishing a rhythm, which wasn't hard for the drummer. Soon enough, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of slick feet pushing the foreskin up and down two hot, throbbing cocks.
Fred and David continued working themselves up into a sexual frenzy, wanting desperately to keep this going, but also wanting to get their rocks off. They persisted at moving their feet up and down the other's cock. Fat, thinly spaced toes slid the foreskin up and down the sexy drummer's six inches. Slimmer, farther-spaced toes jerked off the very thick six-and-a-half inch cock of the attractive lead singer. The two men were lost in a sexual ecstasy.
After a good ten minutes of jerking, David began to feel the pressure rising in his cock. He knew he was going to blow his load soon, and he was sort of disappointed that their fun had to end so soon. He gazed into Fred's eyes and saw the intensity with which he was working his feet up and down his cock and he suddenly felt the itch to get off approach even faster. David started breathing heavily and, knowing that a release was impending, started to buck and writhe with the sensation. He grunted as he let go one of the juiciest, creamiest loads of his life. The cum burst out of his throbbing cock and shot up in the air and landed back down, coating Fred's feet and toes and his own cock and pubes. A few less forceful streams dribbled out of his cock afterwards and slid down Fred's sweaty feet.
Fred, after watching what had happened, soon felt the urge himself to shoot. That was fucking crazy, seeing his friend's cum shoot up in the air and cover his feet and his own cock. His feet felt all slimy with the cum basting them, and it felt weird, but terrific. His balls started to draw up tight underneath him as he prepared to blast his own load. David kept jerking his feet faster and faster so that he could get his pal to achieve his climax faster.
Fred moaned louder and louder until finally, he let out a groan and shot his thick load up in the air. It flew up just as far as David's load did. It landed back down on David's feet and in between his toes, and some more of it dribbled out of his cock. A few drops of it landed on the leather couch.
The two men lay back and reveled in the craziest orgasm that either of them had ever had. That was absolutely fucking nuts, they both thought, as they slid their feet off each other and lay panting for a few minutes.
After about a five-minute break, Fred was the first to make the next move. He took David's feet, which were still covered in his cum, and started to lick the soles again in an attempt to lap up his sticky sauce. He had never tasted cum, and did so out of curiosity, but as he rolled it around in his mouth, he decided it didn't taste all that bad, and he definitely went back for seconds. He wormed his tongue in between David's toes to get the cum that fallen there as well. He licked up the drops that had fallen on the couch as well, and then he ran his tongue up along David's cock to get the last bit of cum that was still dribbling out of it. He swirled his tongue around his still engorged cockhead, licking up every last drop, reveling in how erotic and obscene this all was.
David was then inspired to do likewise. He knelt down by Fred's feet and licked his own semen off them, relishing the taste of Fred's sweaty feet and his own cum. Like Fred, David had never tasted jizz before, but he certainly wouldn't shy away from it now if offered the chance to try any more. He licked Fred's feet clean of his hot cream, and then collected the bit that was dribbling from Fred's cock. He rolled it around his mouth his tongue and then swallowed, savoring his jism and wanting there to be more.
The two men then started to collect their clothes that they had taken off in their lust. As David put his socks back on, he told Fred, "That was the best foot massage ever, dude!"
"Yeah, you're telling me," Fred winked. It had been an awesome night, and he hoped that they could more stuff like that in the future.