Disclaimer: This is the eighth in a series of foot fetish stories involving celebrities. In this installment, the guys from Friends have their first encounter with foot tickling and worship. The television show Friends is copyright Warner Bros. Television and NBC. I do not own or claim to own any of the characters represented herein (and since they're all depicted as heterosexual on the TV show, I think that's pretty obvious). That being said, if you're not turned on by tickling or foot worship or you're just not into gay things in general or are under 18, then what exactly are you doing at this website? If you're any of the above things, then read on. Comments/compliments/constructive criticisms/story ideas/barefoot photos of the Friends guys/even just friendly greetings greatly encouraged at bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.
(This story was brought to you by, well, me, but it was brought to me by Colette, who proposed to me the idea to use the Friends guys in a story. Also, if I get any of these details wrong, then it's my fault, I've never watched an episode of Friends in my life, but hell, I can still fantasize. Thanks, Colette!)
Celeb Foot Fun 8: The One With the Feather and Joey's Feet
Chandler Bing woke up early in his apartment. He glanced over at his alarm clock: 9:45 AM. It was definitely way too early for him to be awake on a Saturday. He held a silent debate with himself whether or not to get out of bed just then. Getting up would be difficult, but he definitely would not have been able to fall back to sleep again. Besides that, he really had to pee. Acting as if engaged in some Herculean struggle, Chandler grunted fiercely and eventually was able to sit up. Cracking his knuckles, he stood up and made his way to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was closed, but he couldn't see any light coming out of it and it didn't sound like there was anyone in there. His hand reached for the doorknob, but he was dismayed to find that his hand just slipped off when he attempted to open the door. Stooping down for a closer inspection, he found that someone had smeared the doorknob with Vaseline! Who the fuck would coat a doorknob.Suddenly it hit him, all at once. Chandler glanced at his calendar at the wall. Yesterday had been March 31st, making today.April 1st, a.k.a. April Fools' Day. Goddamn it, he was in no mood to want to deal with anyone pranking him. With the girls gone away on a trip to visit Phoebe's dad, he knew it was either Ross or Joey. One of them was going to get their ass kicked by the end of the day. Searching his room for a tissue or something but only finding his clothes from the day before, he cleaned off the doorknob and opened it, which even after wiping it down was still a bit of challenge.
Pulling down his mesh shorts that he liked to sleep in, Chandler released an arc of golden yellow piss into the toilet bowl. After having emptied his bladder, he fiddled around with his cock a bit, which was still stiff with morning wood. For the moment he shrugged off his anger at either Ross or Joey and decided he'd just try to get rid of his morning wood. It felt good sometimes to just jerk off and forget about life's worries.
All of a sudden, he heard an erection-killing scream from across the apartment, probably from the kitchen. It sounded like it had come from Ross. Stepping out of the bathroom and putting on some fresh new clothes, he made his way over to the kitchen where, sure enough, Ross stood, petrified of something.
"Dude, what happened?" asked a still-not-quite-awake Chandler.
"I was looking in the cupboard for some cereal, and then I found this!" Ross yelled, pointing at a black furry thing on the floor. Upon seeing it move, Chandler realized it was a tarantula. Joey had placed it there to prank one of his unsuspecting buddies as they were trying to prepare breakfast.
"Goddamn it, Joey!" Chandler muttered to himself as he picked up the tarantula from off the floor. Not really sure what to do with it, he grabbed a Tupperware container from the cabinet and securely placed the tarantula in there. Where had Joey gotten the time to even get a tarantula? Chandler thought to himself.
"Joey did this?" asked Ross.
"It's pretty obvious he did, Ross. It's April 1st."
"So, what, is that National Freak the Hell Out of Ross Day?"
"No, it's April Fools' Day! He placed a tarantula in the cabinet to scare you, and he covered the bathroom door in Vaseline. God only knows what the hell else he's done."
"Shit, why is he such a little kid?"
"Beats the crap out of me. I don't see why on earth he feels the need to torture us in such an immature manner. Pranks are for elementary school kids, not grown men."
"Exactly.hey, let's prank him back!"
"Sounds good to me. What should we do to really cheese him off?"
The two men thought for a second in silence, save the sounds of the tarantula clawing at the Tupperware container from the inside. "I got it!" announced Ross. "I know for a fact that Joey absolutely hates being tickled!"
"Hm, okay, so what can we do with that information?"
"Well, I've always wanted to just really tick him off by tickling the crap out of him until he passes out or something."
"Well, what could we use? Do you have a feather or anything?"
"Oh, you bet I do," Ross assured him as he walked over to the window and pulled out a long, black feather from one of the houseplants. "I've been saving this for a rainy day."
"Oh, so THAT'S why there's been a feather in the fica plant. So you've been plotting against him for how long now?"
"Well, ever since I found out about his little weakness."
"Wow. So how much free time do you have exactly?"
"Too much. I've got some rope we could use too."
"For what?"
"For tying him down! It's no fun if he has the chance to run away!"
This was a pretty weird prank, Chandler thought. Couldn't they just short-sheet his bed or place the tarantula on his sleeping face or something? "Well, if that's what you want, then let's get to it, I guess."
Grabbing four pieces of rope from underneath the sofa cushions, the two men entered Joey's bedroom. "Just how much Joey-torturing paraphernalia do you have stashed around the apartment?" asked Chandler.
"Oh, you have no idea," replied Ross.
The two men entered Joey's bedroom. He was still sleeping, but had apparently woken up early to prank the two guys. Ross turned to Chandler and whispered the plan of attack to him. "Okay, here's what we do. Very, very quietly and without a lot of commotion, remove his blanket, and then take these two pieces of rope and secure his hands to the bedpost. It'll probably wake him up, but by the time he realizes what's going on, he won't be able to move his hands. Getting his feet afterwards should be a lot easier. Sound good?"
"Aye, aye, cap'n," responded Chandler, and he moved to action. He crept up to the right side of the sleeping Joey's bed, towards the head. Look at him, he thought to himself, so innocent-looking and yet such a jackass. He took up one corner of the bedsheet and lifted it up very slowly and quietly, without too much commotion like Ross had said. Peeling it over onto the other side, he took the other corner of the bedsheet near the foot of the bed and likewise peeled it over quietly, so as not to wake their victim. Tiptoeing to the other side of the bed, Chandler then took the folded over bedsheet in his two hands and quietly tossed it to the floor. Joey, who was only wearing boxers and nothing more, was now perfectly vulnerable.
Kicking the bedsheet aside, Chandler noticed a jar of something yellow-ish underneath the bed. Upon closer inspection, it had turned out to be a jar of Vaseline, the same jar with which he no doubt greased up the bathroom doorknob. That cunt! Grabbing the rope from Ross, he took Joey's right hand and tied it in a double-knot around the bedpost. Joey stirred and opened his eyes slightly upon feeling his hand seized. He tried to move it but found that it was somehow stuck to a certain spot. Before he could realize what was happening, Ross had tied his left hand to the left hind bedpost. Joey was at this point wide-awake and extremely confused and disoriented.
"You guys, what are you doing?" Joey asked, concerned.
"Oh, just some good ol'-fashioned revenge," responded Chandler. "This is for the Vaseline on the doorknob!"
"Yeah, and the tarantula in the cereal cabinet!" Ross chimed in.
"You guys, can't you take a harmless little prank?" Joey replied.
Ross and Chandler looked at each as they both worked on securing Joey's feet to the bedpost. "No," they replied in unison. "Besides, blind revenge is just as much fun!"
"Guys, seriously, I don't like being tied up like this! What are you going to do to me?"
"Oh, nothing. Just makin' you want to die," Chandler responded. Ross and Chandler had now secured Joey's feet and hands to the bedpost. Joey, who was very nearly naked and now bound to his bed, felt extremely vulnerable in this position. Ross brandished the black feather that he'd been dying to use on him for ages, and Joey had a sudden sinking feeling in his gut as the realization dawned on him: they were going to tickle him!
"Um, guys, can't we negotiate something here? Please don't tickle me!"
"Struggling will only make it worse, Joey!" Chandler replied.
Standing over their captive, Ross traced the feather along Joey's right nipple. He let out a nervous laugh as the fine bristles of the feather traced across his exposed teat, and the nipple instantaneously grew hard. His fingers began to tighten into fists as he braced himself for his impending torture.
Ross then began to stroke Joey's left nipple with the black feather, tracing around the areola in circles and darting it across the hard bud. Seeing that this was driving Joey crazy, as evidenced by his distressed chuckling and spastic jerking, he traced the feather along to his left armpit and darted it back and forth across the hairy pit. Joey started to crack up, but his laughter did not necessarily mean that he was enjoying himself at all.
"I'm sorry, am I inconveniencing you?" asked Ross with mock pity. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to give you such a shitty start to your day!"
"Oh go-hahahahahaaaaoooood, please sto-ahahahaaa-op! This isn't fuahahahahaaannny anymore!" Joey managed to choke out while dying with laughter. The feeling of the feather brushing against his sensitive skin was too much for Joey. Suddenly, he felt an irritating sensation on his feet. Through the tears welling in his eyes, he could make out Chandler at the foot of the bed, tickling his feet with his fingers. His toes arched with pain as Chandler's fingers danced with abandon on his naked, exposed soles. Chandler at first had felt weird about doing this, and he was pretty sure guys like him and Ross shouldn't be engaging in acts like this anyway. There was just something sorta, well, gay about tickling another guy. However, he couldn't resist torturing Joey.
Ross had now moved onto the other armpit, letting the feather trace along his hairy pit, smiling all the time while watching the bound Joey struggle. Joey was beginning to work up a sweat lashing around on the bed, trying desperately to escape this horrible torture. Of course, the more he writhed and struggled on the bed, the more Ross wanted to exact revenge on him. He moved the feather to Joey's ribs, running it up and down and in figure-8s across Joey's torso. Ross was definitely taking immense joy in what he was doing.
Moving the feather down to Joey's bellybutton, he let it stir around inside his hollow navel. He seemed to be particularly sensitive in this area, for he started to thrash around on the bed as if he was suddenly just lit on fire. As he twirled the black feather along Joey's delicate navel, Ross laughed out loud at the pain he was putting him through. He should've known better than to put that tarantula there! Chandler, too, began to laugh as he attacked Joey's feet more fiercely with his fingers, skipping them lightly over the soft soles and ankles. The little fucker sure was getting it, and he was getting it good.
Ross, seeing that Chandler was occupied with Joey's feet, decided that he would focus on Joey's package instead. Screwing with his nuts would drive him, well, nuts! He traced the feather along the fabric of Joey's silk boxers, circling around Joey's crotch. He knew that he could still feel the awful pain through the thin fabric. Plus, he'd noticed that he was sporting a boner, so if he kept it up, there'd be an extra element of humiliation for the little fucker. Feeling intrepid, Ross lifted up the elastic band of Joey's boxers and swiped the feather underneath, tickling Joey's cockhead and balls. Joey at this point was cracking up and Ross was having difficulty with his mission as Joey jerked and bucked underneath him. He wasn't about to be deterred; he had decided that Joey must absolutely learn his lesson.
Chandler's fingers on his feet and Ross' feather stroking his cock and balls, it was much to his dismay that Joey found himself in the very awkward position of having a hard-on. Surprisingly, under all the torture he was being subjected to, he had maintained his morning wood and it did not seem that it would relent any time soon. He struggled and groaned and pleaded with his two captors to let him go, that he would never prank them again, but his screams only encouraged them, and, unfortunately, his erection as well. He could not understand why this was apparently arousing him. What he was going through he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy, and here he was getting turned on by it?
Joey was struggling with both his aching cock and with being at the mercy of Chandler's fingers and Ross' feather. Regrettably, the latter seemed to be impacting on the former, and shot through the intense pain and pleasure of being tickled, he suddenly felt like he was about to shoot a wad. He couldn't! If he came while Ross and Chandler were tickling him, he knew he would never be able to live it down. He desperately struggled to focus only on the pain of being tickled, but it was sort of difficult when you had a feather toying with your cock, teasing it with a combination of fierce torturous pain and fierce erotic pleasure.
Eventually, Joey couldn't take any more. Bucking and screaming with disturbing pain tinged with even more disturbing pleasure, Joey's body tensed as much as possible under the hands and feather of his captors. Arching his back as far as his bound hands and feet would let him, he let out a room-shattering moan and then collapsed back on the bed. Ross and Chandler stopped in their tracks; did he pass out? Ross removed the feather from Joey's shorts and found that there was a bit of white substance clinging to the tiny bristles. It was semen! Their tickling had made him cum in his shorts!
Chandler and Ross looked at each other and then at the exhausted Joey. He hadn't quite passed out, his eyes were still open, but he had gone through an apparently pretty intense orgasm. His shorts were completely stained with the sticky white fluid. Both men didn't really know what to do next. They both thought it was a bit strange that he should react in such a way. At the same time, the fact that they had been secretly arousing him with what they were doing was strangely.well, interesting to say the least. Even a bit.well, hot. The sight of the semen clinging to the feather in Ross' hand had piqued some weird latent interest in further explanation of what they could do with Joey's body while they had him tied up.
"Damn, what do we do now?" Chandler asked.
"Fuck if I know," Ross replied. "I totally didn't expect that to happen."
"Do you think that would work on women?"
"I'm sure any girl you bring home would just love to have that happen to her, Chandler."
"But still, think about it.making a girl orgasm by tickling her cooch, that'd be pretty sweet."
Ross had to agree. "Yeah, that would be. I can see you're definitely getting excited by it," he said, pointing at Chandler's bulged-out crotch.
Chandler tried to cover his obvious erection up, but then pointed out to Ross, "Well, look at the pot calling the kettle black." Ross sheepishly tried to cover his up, as well.
"Well, damn. What do we do now?"
"I don't know, but I've definitely got the urge to jerk off."
"Well, I meant about Joey," Ross said.
"Hm.well, we could combine our two problems into one pleasurable solution," Chandler responded.
"I don't really know what you're getting at."
"We could humiliate him further, is what I'm saying. Like, jerk off on him or something." Chandler paused; did he really just say that?
Ross was a bit dumbstruck by the idea. "Uh.you okay, dude?"
"Well, I mean.we only do it to humiliate him, not to, y'know, get us even hornier or anything."
"Well.I guess I see your point. We should use the Vaseline, too!"
"On my dick? I don't know."
"Well, not quite on our dicks. I know about this one technique that feels, really, really good. Trust me, man."
And with that, the two men stood up and unzipped their pants. Ross pushed his Gap jeans down to the floor, revealing a pair of blue Hanes boxers with a small wet stain on the crotch, which he quickly pushed down afterwards. Chandler's Old Navy cargo pants were promptly removed, and following shortly were his plaid boxer briefs. Both men were sporting erect cocks that had tiny, clear droplets of precum glistening in the light of the bedroom. Joey, who had snapped back into reality, was starting to get a bit worried at what the two men had in store for him now.
Ross reached underneath the bed, and fishing around, pulled out the jar of Vaseline that Joey had used to lubricate the doorknob. Removing the lid, he scooped up a generous glob of the sticky, waxy substance and applied it to the sole of Joey's left foot, smearing it all over his fleshy pads and in between his toes. He handed the jar to Chandler, who eagerly repeated Ross' actions. Taking a large glob of Vaseline with his index and middle fingers, he smeared his poor tickle victim's right foot with the oily lubricant, making sure to cover the entire sole and also to dig in between the toes like Ross had done.
Both men pressed their stiff cocks against the oily soles of Joey's bound feet. They began to slide their cocks up and down Joey's slippery soles, creating an intense irritation in the heads of their dicks. It felt entirely different than just jerking off; the friction caused by the heads of their dicks rubbing against the slick skin of Joey's bound and exposed soles was nearly too much for the two men. It was a unique sensation and it was probably just as torturous as their tickling had been to Joey only ten minutes ago. This was a torture that they did not want to stop, though. The exquisite pleasure caused the two men to elicit more precum, which smeared onto the foot in addition to the Vaseline, making Joey's feet even more slippery.
"So, wait, you've done this to yourself?" Chandler asked as he rubbed his dick against Joey's sole.
"Well, not to my feet, of course. On my hand. It feels so fucking awesome."
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
Joey was writhing underneath with the sensation of two cocks being rubbed against his sensitive soles. It felt strange having his feet coated with Vaseline, and it felt even more strange having not just one, but TWO cocks sliding up and down along them. Even stranger was that the two penises belonged to his two best guy friends. He started to wonder if the two men had ever done anything like this before with each other or with anyone else. He knew that neither of them had any problem with homosexuality in general; Chandler's father was gay, and Ross had once dated a girl that turned out to be a lesbian. However, that didn't necessarily justify the highly erotic act that they were now performing on him. He began to wonder if either of them ever thought he was attractive, and so that's why they were doing this after all. He then reasoned with himself that this was just some sort of revenge prank that they wanted to play on him; that was initially their reason for doing this to him, right? They couldn't possibly have wanted to have sex with him. They were just desperate to get off and to pull a prank on him, so they combined the two. Somewhat satisfied with this explanation, Joey just tried to lie down and let whatever was going to happen happen. After all, it's not like he could've complained in the position he was in.
Ross and Chandler, meanwhile, focused their thoughts squarely on getting off. They did not even stop to consider the fact that any three of the girls could've just walked right in and seen the sight of them masturbating with the assistance of Joey's feet while Joey was tied up on the bed. No, the sight of Joey cumming in his boxers was fresh in their minds, and they could still see the stains in his underwear as they massaged Joey's feet with their dicks. The slippery sensation was excruciatingly wonderful to the two men, and they continued to rub their cocks against the backs of their best friend's toes and up and down his soles. The only sounds in the room were the furious sliding of stiff dicks against oily feet and the heavy panting of three men, two of whom were extremely aroused and dying to get off.
While Joey bucked and writhed under the power of his two best friends, Ross and Chandler began to wriggle themselves with the coming onset of their orgasms. They flicked their cocks up and down the smooth, oily pink soles of Joey's feet at an intense speed now, nearly duplicating the pleasure they had been receiving before. In turn, the intense feeling in their groins grew rapidly, and they knew that in no time they'd be receiving the gratification they'd been looking for. They had both hoped that it would be as awesome as Joey's orgasm had been just now.
Their cocks fully engorged and prime to shoot at any moment, Ross and Chandler both inhaled sharply as they felt their nuts constrict beneath them. Their cum began to rise up the core of their cocks and, still rubbing their cocks against Joey's soles, with a sharp intake of breath, the two men both unleashed their seed on their victim. Two cocks sprayed two long, thick ropes of semen onto the backs of two exposed, naked feet, coating the soles and the backs of Joey's toes with sticky strands of white seed. After several more bursts of hot cum shot from their irritated dickheads, Joey's feet were completely covered in strands of creamy semen.
Ross and Chandler collapsed on the floor from the intensity of their respective orgasms. They still couldn't believe that they'd done such a crazy thing as tie up and tickle their best friend until he came, and that then, in turn, they came all over their best friend's feet! They gazed at the sight of the still-bound Joey, who had finally stopped wriggling on the bed and whose feet were almost literally soaked with their glistening cum. It had splattered all over his toes and soles and was now starting to drip down off the foot onto the bedsheet beneath Joey.
Unsure of what to do next, but at the same time brimming with curiosity, the men got up and knelt in front of Joey's cum-coated feet. Ross brought his head forward to Joey's left foot and rubbed his face in the sticky, sperm- laden sole, taking in the scent of his cum, the Vaseline, and the sweat from Joey's foot. Chandler repeated the action, burying his face in Joey's right foot and sticking his tongue out to sample the taste of his own semen combined with the sweat and the lubricant. The two men began to lick off their manshot from their captive's soles and toes, reveling in the unusual but enticing taste of their own cum mixed with the Vaseline.
Joey could not believe what was going on. After having essentially jerked themselves off using his feet, they were now actually licking their cum off! This was so unlike either of them, and he was now more confused than ever.
"Whoa, what are you guys doing?" asked an inflamed Joey. Unfortunately, the two men were lost in the pleasure of servicing his feet with their tongues and scooping up the contents of their orgasms from his pink, oily soles. If only Monica or Rachel or Phoebe had seen this, imagine what they'd have thought!
After having licked up every last drop from their best friend's foot, the two men began to put their clothes back on. They made no effort whatsoever to untie Joey.
"Um, guys? Forget something?"
Ross and Chandler looked at each other as if trying to remember something they'd forgotten. "Mmm.nope, don't think so," replied Chandler before grabbing the Vaseline and the box with the feathers and heading out. Ross began to follow him out.
"Guys! You're just going to leave me here? What'll I do if Monica or someone comes back?"
"Hey, that's your problem, not ours." Ross replied. "You can blame it on Veronica or whoever. Besides, if you tell them what really happened, no one's going to believe you anyway."
Joey grimaced. The fucker had a point. As Ross and Chandler left the room, he sighed and wondered how he would go about explaining his peculiar situation. He also began to wonder why neither one of them offered him any of their cum. Shortly after, he began to wonder how he was going to take care of his slowly swelling dick while tied to the bed.
"Shit, dude," said Chandler as the two men sat on their living room sofa. "That was some pretty crazy stuff."
"Oh, you said it," Ross agreed. Did you see the way he was shaking and begging us to let him go?"
"Haha, yeah. I thought he was gonna die or pass out or something."
"Yeah, and then what we did after that.damn."
"I'll say. I don't even know what came over me."
"Yeah, me neither." Both men stared down, seized by a sort of awkward tension. "So..uh.Chandler?"
"Yeah?"
"When we did the, uh, licking thing."
"Yeah?"
"Did you.like it?"
"You mean, the taste?"
"Well..yeah."
Chandler reflected for a moment. "I didn't.NOT like it..um..you?"
Ross also hesitated. "Yeah, it was, um, cool." he trailed off.
Both men now sat on the sofa in uncomfortable silence marked by sexual strain. They both wanted to switch the topic at hand because they weren't sure they wanted it to continue along these lines. They were both nearly positive that they weren't gay or into any of that stuff, but "nearly" still left a margin open for them, one which they weren't quite comfortable with. They tried to push the act from their minds, but found that it kept coming back to them, and the more they struggled with the forbidden thoughts, the more futile it was to keep down their gradually growing members.
Shifting slightly to hide his erection, Ross started to stand up. "I'm, uh, going to go to Central Perk. Alone. Just to, uh, read," he said, quickly grabbing one of Rachel's magazines off the kitchen counter.
"Okay, uh, have fun reading, uh, Cosmo. Alone," replied Chandler.
"Oh, I will. I, uh, can't wait to.find out the difference between slutty' and sexy,'" said Ross, his voice full of nerves.
"Alright. Have fun, Ross."
"Yes, uh, later, Chandler." And with that, Ross exited the apartment.
In only a matter of seconds, Ross came bursting back in, and threw the magazine towards the opposite end of the apartment. "Fuck it, Chandler, I need to try that shit again."
"Yeah, me too, definitely."
And with that, the two men expediently began to undress each other. Chandler removed Ross' sweater while Ross futzed with the zipper on Chandler's cargo pants. Pushing them down, he assisted Chandler in lifting his legs up to push them over his socked feet. Chandler then began to undo the button and unzip Ross' jeans. Stepping out of his pants, Ross unbuttoned Chandler's dress shirt and slipped it off over his shoulders. The two men then struggled to push their underwear down over their erect cocks. Both men were now completely nude, except for socks.
Lying down on the sofa on opposite ends, facing each other's feet, the two men began to peel the socks off each other. Ross slowly removed Chandler's dark dress socks and revealed his two size 11 feet. His feet were evenly spaced out except for the last two toes, which had no space between them, and there was not much distance between the backs of his toes and the actual foot to which they were attached. His soles were soft and pink and his feet smelled of his leather shoes he had been wearing earlier. Chandler peeled away Ross' gold-toed white socks and revealed his size 12 feet. His second toes were just barely larger than his big toes, and his toes were sculpted long and with a very tiny amount of space between the first two toes only. His soles were very fleshy and pink and smelled faintly of his sneakers.
Ross slipped his lips over Chandler's big toe and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around it like it was a lollipop. Chandler responded in kind, taking Ross' right big toe into his mouth and sucking on it like he was sucking his thumb. This, of course, was way hotter than sucking your thumb. He sucked Ross' second toe into his mouth now, his tongue flicking against the fleshy protuberance of the back of the toe. He ran his tongue along the backs of his toes and up along the tops. Ross meanwhile wedged his tongue in between Chandler's toes, coating the sides of his toes with his saliva. The salty, tangy aroma of his feet caused Ross to produce extra saliva, which ended up running down Chandler's soles.
Between licks, the two men spoke about their experience. "So," Chandler said before swiping his tongue along Ross' sole, "are you slutty or sexy?"
"Well," Ross replied after having run his tongue in circles around Chandler's big toe, "I think I'm a little bit of both."
"This is definitely sexy, I gotta admit," Chandler agreed as he took three of Ross' toes into his mouth at once and sucked on them.
"Yeah, and I think I'm turning into a foot slut," Ross said he licked the fleshy bottom pad of Chandler's foot. "This is the second time in the space of an hour that I've licked a guy's foot."
"Oh, you're totally a slut, then, dude," Chandler replied. His saliva ran down Ross' pink foot, which he lapped back up and then dribbled it down the foot again. His spittle tasted of Ross' feet and it made him so fucking hot. His cock was already rock hard and screaming for attention. Ross, too, was immensely turned on by the erotic act they were performing on each other. His own cock was also incredibly stiff and beginning to leak pre-cum.
"Oh man, I so gotta get one off again," moaned Ross.
"Let it go on my feet, dude. Just like you did to Joey. I wanna feel your cum shoot against my feet, Ross." Chandler cooed.
Ross couldn't possibly have said no to Chandler's request. Getting up, he took Chandler's feet in his two hands and placed them on either side of his dick. Thrusting his hips forward and back, he began to fuck Chandler's feet, sliding his cock in and out between the two spittle-covered feet. Chandler could not believe what Ross was doing to him, and Ross was similarly in disbelief at the thought that just an hour ago he had been doing something like this to Joey and now he was doing the same to Chandler. This was so crazy!
It was an absolute pleasure for Ross to feel the head of his cock slide in between the two soles, to have his dick massaging his best friend's feet, to have his hairy nuts slapping against the hot, slick flesh of his soles. It was a great enjoyment for Chandler to have Ross' dick sliding between his feet, to grip onto the rigid shaft of his member, to experience something he'd never experienced before today and to know that he'd undoubtedly be trying it out some more in the future. It was going to be even more of a delight for both of them to have Ross blow his load all over Chandler's feet, and to have him lick it off like they'd done with Joey before.
Ross started to feel that familiar tension build up in his loins, indicating that he was on the verge of cumming. His nuts started to constrict underneath him as he thrust his cock between Chandler's slippery feet. He felt his cock start to go numb, and he was mildly disappointed, not wanting to have what was happening stop so soon. Ross started to pant heavier as he fucked Chandler's feet with mad lust, and then as the tension became too much for his body to bear, he arched his head back and shot his load. He groaned as his second orgasm in the space of an hour sent both waves of immense pleasure throughout his cock and the rest of his body and streams of cum shooting from his irritated cock onto Chandler's moist, naked feet. Ross' cum spurted out forcefully and he kept rubbing his cock between Chandler's feet to increase the pleasure in his dick and to coerce more hot semen from his throbbing bone. His dick was now also streaked with his cum as he smeared it over Chandler's cum-drenched toes and feet.
Bending down, Ross indulged in the pleasure that he had first experienced with Joey not long ago. He stuck out his tongue and lapped up the streamers of his cum from Chandler's feet with lusty abandon. He smeared his tongue all over the cum-laden foot, picking up every last drop of his delicious manshot and savoring the taste of his cum and Joey's feet together in his mouth. He did not stop until he had thoroughly coated Chandler's entire feet once more in a layer of his spit and cleaned up every drop of hot cream with his tongue.
"FUCK, dude! That was so awesome!" Chandler moaned enthusiastically.
"Hell, yeah! It was so hot! Ready to try me now?"
"Of course, man!" And with that, Chandler knelt on the sofa before Ross' stretched out feet. Doing as Ross had done to him, he placed Ross' feet on either side of his throbbing member. Pushing forward, he eased the head of his cock between Ross' soles. He then slid it out and slid it back in again, delighting in the feeling of his buddy's feet enclosing his hard dick, providing it with a very unique pleasurable sensation. He repeated his actions, going faster and faster, feeling the tension build up in his groin as he fucked Ross' feet.
Ross lay back on the sofa with his hands behind his head on the sofa as he was getting footfucked by Chandler. How did they ever think to come up with this? Whatever mental processes had led them to determine without shame that this was an incredibly erotic and enjoyable activity had not steered them wrong. He was loving it, and he knew Chandler was as well. The heavy panting and sweating were just two of the indicators; Chandler's stiff, aching cock was another. He suddenly wondered if Joey could hear them from the bedroom. He wouldn't be surprised if he could've - there were no other sounds in the apartment save the two men going at it. Oh well, he knew Joey couldn't possibly tell the girls or anyone else what they were doing. Who would believe him anyway?
Ross' thoughts then turned back to the hot cock slithering between his fleshy soles. He gripped the sides of Chandler's shaft with his toes, gently but with enough pressure to arouse him even more. Chandler began to pound Ross' feet with his cock like he was screwing a girl, but this was definitely way more intense than any pussy he'd ever had. His cock was starting to ache for release, and before he knew it, he felt the urge to cum rise within him. His nuts drawing up tight beneath him, Chandler gasped with his second orgasm of the day. His juicy load burst out of his cock onto Ross' bare feet, coating them with streams of his hot jism. Chandler shuddered with the sensation of his cock exploding onto the feet of one of his best buddies, and Ross trembled beneath him upon feeling the warm sticky goo hitting his soles and toes. Ross wiggled his toes and sighed as he felt the stickiness cling to the backs of his toes and dribble down his feet onto the sofa.
Before any more drops of his cum fell on the furniture, Chandler bent down licked up his hot cum from Ross' feet, lapping it up from the soles and wriggling his tongue in between Ross' toes to obtain the spunk that had landed there. Chandler shuddered with delight upon tasting his cum for the second time that day after it had landed on Ross' pink, beautiful soles and toes.
Chandler and Ross then both collapsed on the sofa, completely naked and glistening with sweat. It had been an interesting hour, to be sure, and the two men had definitely been satisfied with what had happened. They had both found out, to their complete shock, that the taste of male feet and cum weren't bad tastes at all, and together, were actually pretty delicious. It had just then occurred to them to check up on Joey, to both see how he was doing and to see if he had overheard any of what had just happened.
Upon entering the bedroom, they found Joey, still tied to the bed in just his boxer shorts. He was sporting a very noticeable hardon through his boxers, though, and the front was stained with precum.
"Hey, Joey, how's it going?" Chandler asked.
"Oh, you know, I'd tell you, but I'm a little tied up right now," responded Joey sarcastically.
"I can see that. Well, we'll be back in a few hours to feed you and if you're a good boy, then you can watch some TV! Would you like that, sport?" Chandler said as him and Ross began to walk out of the bedroom.
"Oh, you're too kind. Of course, I'd rather have some of what you guys were just having."
Ross and Chandler froze in their tracks. "You could hear us?"
"I think everyone in this apartment complex could hear you two rutting like pigs just now," Joey responded.
"Fuck.I really hope that's not the case," stated a worried Ross.
"Yeah, and it'd be a damn shame if it got out what you guys were doing, wouldn't it?" What exactly was Joey getting at?
"Dude, you wouldn't tell. Besides, no one would believe you."
"You wanna take that risk? Do ya feel lucky, punk?" Ross and Chandler admitted to themselves that they really didn't want to.
"You're going to blackmail us, aren't you?" sighed Ross.
"Sorta. It's just that, well, my feet are a little cold and they could use some, well, warming up, if you get my drift," Joey grinned.
Ross and Chandler perked up. They got his drift exactly. Grinning with pleasure, they bent down in front of the bed started to run their tongues along Joey's soles. This was going to be another interesting hour!