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Subject: Daddy Feet Chapter 2 Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. All rights are reserved by the author and may not be reposted or reproduced without the author’s consent. This story will contain sexual acts between a man and two young boys, and there will be heavy themes involving foot fetishes. If you do not enjoy this sort of material, or if it’s illegal in your country or place of residence, please stop reading. This is the prequel to my other series, “Zachary’s Dad”. If you are interested, you can find it here http://www.//gay/adult-youth/zacharys-dad Feel free to send me any feedback at hoo Also! It would be great if you would help to support Nifty by donating fty/donate.html Chapter Two Thomas arrived at the elementary school about a quarter after two. On this particular afternoon, he had actually slept in, which meant that he didn’t have much time to get ready. He had chosen to leave the house in the same black Ramones tee and camouflage cargo shorts he had worn to bed the night before as well as a pair of black flip flops. It had been just over four years since that night in Eddie’s bedroom, and not a whole lot had changed within the Fraser household. Ed was still single and had no children of his own, and Tom was still a struggling single father; he did, however, manage to score himself a new job working overnight at a grocery store the week prior, which gave him more time during the day to spend with his son. Zachary, now nine, had kept up the “tradition” of playing with his daddy’s feet each night before going to bed. As the years went by, this had become an increasingly uncomfortable situation for Thomas, knowing full well that his son had a foot fetish and that he was only feeding it, but for some strange reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to say “no” to him. In spite of what happened that night in his brother’s room, he would allow Zachary to continue licking his feet; however, he would always make sure that Zachary was hidden beneath the covers to avoid having the image of his young son sporting wood burned back into his memory. He approached the black chain link fence which encased the school’s playground and entered through the swinging door off to the side. The ground surrounding the play area was completely covered in mulch; Tom chose to stick to the sidewalk, not wanting to risk it in flip flops. In the center of the playground was a large red and blue jungle gym and just a bit further, a small storage building. Along the side of the building were three doors, each leading to three different classrooms. Zachary’s classroom was the first door, closest to the entrance to the playground. He knew that Zachary still had another half-hour to go before he was set to leave, but his teacher typically saved recess for last, which meant that he and his classmates would be flooding the playground at any given minute. All year, Tom had chosen to come to the school a bit early. By this point, Zachary’s teacher knew him well, and would allow him to spend time with his son for the remaining half-hour. He did this because at his previous job, he was working weekdays, four to eleven, which meant that he only had an hour to spend with his son before he had to leave for work. This had actually given him an extra half hour. It wasn’t much, but he took what he could get. Fortunately, he no longer had to worry about that; however, he continued to show up at this time. Then, before he knew it, the first door flung open, and out poured the students, filling the playground. Tom smiled, watching as the tiny heads breezed past him, keeping an eye out for the one he was there for, but when that mop of dark brown hair didn’t appear, he grew curious. That was when the teacher, Mrs. Paul, appeared in the doorway. “Oh, Mr. Fraser,” she said, smiling, “Zachary asked to stay inside. He wanted to play on the computer. I told him he could if you stepped inside to keep an eye on him. You know that I can’t leave the students unsupervised, and with all of the others wanting to play out here, I can’t be in two places at once, you know?” “Oh, it’s no problem,” Tom replied. “Just call istanbul travesti for me if you need anything,” she said, stepping out from the door to allow him entry, “I’ll be right out here.” “Will do,” he replied, “Thanks.” Upon entering the small classroom, he immediately spotted his son in the far corner sitting at one of the computers. He appeared to be playing some silly-looking educational game. “Hey, bud, whatcha doing in here?” Zachary quickly glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of his father’s voice. For a moment, it was clear that he was going to say something but was caught off-guard by the sight of his daddy’s feet in flip flops. While Tom had owned the flip flops for a while, he only ever wore them around the house–sort of like slippers. He had never left the house in them or any open-toed shoes for that matter. Thomas made his way over to Zachary and took a seat on one of the chairs beside him, crossing his right leg over his knee. Zachary’s eyes never once left his feet, and he was beginning to think that maybe he should have gone with another form of footwear before leaving the house. “So, why didn’t you want to go out and play with your friends?” He asked. “I don’t know,” Zachary finally replied, “I just wanted to play computer games.” “Well, I was thinking, maybe since I have off tonight, we could go out to eat somewhere after this,” Tom suggested. Zachary smiled. “Yes!” He said excitedly. Suddenly, he went silent again. “What’s wrong?” Tom asked. “Nothing,” Zachary replied quietly. “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Zachary nodded, “I was just wondering… can I… can I lick your feet again?” Tom sighed and lowered his head. At that moment, all he could think about was just how much he wanted to go home and kick his brother in the balls for putting that idea into his son’s head all those years ago. Before he even had a chance to respond, Zachary slid out of his chair and proceeded to kneel down before him. The young boy reached down, casually reaching for the foot which rested on his knee, and carefully slid off the flip flop. Tom rolled his eyes but allowed him to continue, wiggling his toes as they were freed from the shoe. Zachary then leaned inward, taking tiny whiffs of the top of his foot before sticking his tongue out, pressing it against the big toe. He then slid his tongue forward, going down the crevice of his toes. “This is weird, Zach,” Thomas said. Zachary said nothing, He pressed his tongue in between his daddy’s toes, moaning against them. That was when Thomas noticed some movement out the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly, and immediately, his mouth dropped. Standing in the entrance was a little boy with thick, dark hair, one of Zachary’s classmates. He stood there with his mouth open, his eyes fixed on the action going down before him. He didn’t appear to be amused or even disgusted by what he was witnessing, but it didn’t matter. Tom pulled his foot back and slid it back into his flip flop before pushing himself back up to his feet. “Let’s go outside,” he said, embarrassed by what had just happened, unsure of whether or not Zachary was even aware that one of his classmates had seen them. “But…” “But nothing,” Tom exclaimed, “You can do that when we get home.” —– The following day, Tom arrived at the school around the same time. This time, he had been wearing a pair of long, dark blue jeans and black work boots. He leaned up against the side of the school building, waiting quietly for Mrs. Paul to release the children. About five minutes after he had arrived, she opened the door, and once again, the children began to rush out, running in varying directions. Zachary was amongst them, and he approached his father. “No computer games today?” Tom asked. Zachary shook his head. “I’m going to go play with Joey and Seth,” he replied, “Mrs. Paul said that she’s going to be getting out the kickballs.” As he said that, Tom glanced over and noticed that Mrs. Paul had been unlocking the door to the storage building, pulling it open. Inside, there were a number of little tricycles for the younger students, as well as other toys, including kick balls, scooters, etc. Zachary then ran off into the direction of the kadıköy travesti storage shed, meeting up with a couple of his little classmates. Right as he said that, Tom noticed that Mrs. Paul had been unlocking the door to the storage building at the other end of the playground. As she pulled the doors open, he craned his neck to get a peek inside. From where he stood, he could see a number of little tricycles meant for the younger students, as well as other toys, such as kick balls, scooters, frisbees, etc. Zachary darted off in that direction, grouping up with two of his little classmates. Thomas chuckled softly and shook his head, glad to see that today was going to be a normal day. That was, however, until he noticed another young boy standing at the back of the crowd of students, gathered around the small structure. His thick, black hair extended down past his chin, the sides tucked behind his ears; he wore a baby blue t-shirt with black basketball shorts and a pair of ratty white sneakers. This was the boy that had seen Zachary licking his toes in the classroom the day before. Mrs. Paul stepped aside, allowing the kids to enter, pulling out a toy of their choosing. Zachary and his two friends emerged from the storage shed with a lime green kick ball and retreated back to the other end of the playground where he stood, as did all of the other students. Moments later, the single father heard a bit of a commotion coming from atop the jungle gym. It had been two young boys, fighting over a frisbee. Mrs. Paul rushed over to them, scolding them for their behavior and reminding them that the frisbee did not belong to one student and that they needed to share. Thomas turned his attention back over toward the storage building. By that point, the dark-haired boy had been the only one left inside, digging around for something to play with. He took a moment to scan his surroundings, making sure that no one was watching, before making his way over toward the tiny building. Once there, he poked his head in and saw the boy struggling to pull a scooter out from behind the tricycles. “Hi there,” Thomas said, keeping his tone friendly, “You need help with that?” The boy smiled and nodded. Tom stepped further into the storage room, stepping over the mess of toys that littered the floor as he moved closer to Rodney. Leaning over the child, he reached down, lifting the scooter from the back and setting it down on the ground between them. “Thank you, Mr. Zach’s dad,” the boy said. Tom laughed. “Don’t mention it,” Tom said. The boy took the scooter and began to roll it away. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Tom asked. The boy stopped just at the entrance. “Uh huh.” “So, did you happen to tell anyone about what you saw yesterday?” Tom asked. “Me and Zachary in the classroom?” The boy was silent for a moment, trying to remember what it was he was talking about. Tom could see it in the boy’s tiny features once it hit him. The boy shook his head. “Oh, you mean, when I saw Zachary licking your feet?” he asked. Tom grimaced but nodded. “Oh, no,” he said. Tom then let out a small sigh of relief and laughed softly. “Oh, okay, good,” he said, smiling, “That must have been really weird to you…” That was when the boy shook his head. “Nuh uh,” he replied, “I like to do that to my Uncle Randy.” Tom paused, furrowing his brows. “What?” “Lick his feet.” “But why?” Thomas asked. “I don’t know,” the boy said, shrugging, “I just like feet.” “Feet are gross…” The child shrugged again. “I like yours too,” the boy admitted, staring down at Tom’s boots. “Uh…” Tom was at a loss for words. “Can I… taste them too?” Tom stood there in complete and utter disbelief. Had he heard the child correctly? Was his mind playing tricks on him? He already had to deal with one little boy that was obsessed with his feet, and now there appeared to be another. “Please?” The boy pressed on. Tom sighed. “You’ve got three minutes,” Tom gave in. Tom looked around, spotting a tiny blue tricycle and dragged it over to him. He then sat down on it backwards, immediately finding it very uncomfortable, which led him to believe that he may have to go back on his promise of allowing the boy three bakırköy travesti minutes. The child didn’t waste any time dropping down to his knees before grabbing one Tom by one of his massive work boots. There had been a bit of a struggle getting it off, so Tom had to lean forward to help him out. Once the boot had come off, the little boy quickly removed the thick, black sock covering the older man’s foot and brought it to his tiny nose, taking a long, deep whiff. A smile then appeared upon his delicate features, clearly pleased with the smell, before carelessly stuffing the sock inside of the boot. Now, with Tom’s large, bare foot in his tiny hands, the boy lowered his head and gave it a gentle lick across the top. He paused, taking a moment to savor the taste before repeating this action, this time allowing his tongue to drift down to the tops of Tom’s toes. Tom looked back over at the entrance to the storage building, remembering to remain alert in order to avoid any other onlookers, and then back down at the tiny child nibbling at his toes. Tom then lifted his foot, so that his sole was just inches from the boy’s face. The little boy welcomed this gesture, pressing his tongue firmly against Tom’s heel before slowly sliding it upward, eventually meeting his toes. Tom continued to observe the boy in silence, watching as his little pink toe darted in and out between his toes. At one point, he even went ahead and pushed his big toe past the boy’s lips, allowing him to suck on it. While this went on, Tom began to think about Zachary and all of the times he had been in his classmate’s position, and then he began to think about the first night that Zachary had gotten a taste of his feet, erection and all. This caused the single father to lower his gaze to the child’s crotch. Because they were in a dimly lit storage shed, and the boy was wearing black shorts, it was difficult to tell whether or not he was having a similar reaction; however, it did look as though there may have been a little bit of movement beneath the soft fabric. Without thinking, Thomas pulled his toe from the child’s mouth and moved his foot down between his legs. He pressed down on the child’s package with his toes and felt that he was indeed hard. What happened next was something that even Tom couldn’t imagine himself doing, not even for his son. He slid his foot up and down the little boy’s crotch at a slow and steady pace. The child went silent for a moment, staring down at Tom’s foot. The expression on his face clearly read confusion, but after a moment, he closed his eyes and let out a soft, barely audible moan. It appeared he was enjoying the massage. “Does that feel good?” Tom asked. “Uh huh,” the boy responded. Tom slid his foot down a bit further, catching the boy’s tiny, erect member between his big toe and the second. The little boy then reached down, grasping his foot with his tiny hands before beginning to hump between the two toes. The boy let out another moan, this one a bit louder. “Shh,” Thomas hissed at him. The boy quieted down but continued to dry hump his foot. It didn’t even take a minute before Tom would eventually feel the boy’s cock begin to twitch and pulsate between his toes; that was when the boy let out another final moan as his grip on the man’s foot tightened. The boy then slowed to a halt, and Tom managed to weasel his foot out from between his legs. “That felt good,” the boy admitted, opening his eyes to look up at his classmate’s father. “Yeah,” Thomas said quietly. He stared down at the concrete floor, taking a second to process what he had just done. This was on him this time. He initiated it. After a moment, he shifted his gaze back up to the child. “I think it’s about time we got back out there,” he then said. The boy nodded softly before handing Tom his boot and his sock. Tom quickly put them back on and stood up. “Oh, and…” Tom paused, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t even caught the boy’s name. “Rodney.” “Rodney,” Tom said, “I think we should keep this between us. Our little secret.” “Okay,” Rodney said with a smile. Rodney pushed himself up from the ground and walked over to Tom, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. Tom didn’t really know how to react to this, so he reached down, gently patting the boy on his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go back outside,” he said. Rodney smiled, grabbing the scooter before pushing it out onto the playground. Tom gave it a few seconds before stepping out himself.

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