Vic and Matt Omnibus

Chapter 3

Foot Fetish

Vic Braunson was a foot man, and his long-time lover, Matt diLorenzo, had extremely large, sexy, masculine feet. The long, curved toes ended in square-shaped pads, the nails were straight and trim, the soles supple and pliant in Vic"s hand. Often when they were home together, at the dinner table or on the couch watching TV, Vic always had one of Matt"s feet in his lap, the heel pressed against his crotch or his fingers laced through Matt"s toes.

So when he woke on Valentine’s Day to find a foot-shaped gel insole on Matt’s pillow and his lover nowhere in sight, Vic knew something was, as they say, afoot. Sitting up, he let the bed sheets fall from his nude body and stretched in the early morning chill. Goosebumps pimpled his arms and legs. “Matt?”

No answer.

Vic picked up the insole and found the note beneath it. Happy V-Day, it read in Matt’s blockish scrawl. Find the other foot.

Pushing himself off the bed, Vic sighed. It was too early for this. Padding naked to the bathroom, he growled, “Matt.”

From somewhere in the apartment, he heard Matt’s breathless snicker.

So this was a game, of sorts. Vic wondered what Matt might have in mind. Something sinful, he hoped, that ended with the both of them in bed again. He hated waking up alone.

In the bathroom, Vic checked behind the shower curtain, but Matt wasn’t there. And the only thing hiding behind the bathroom door was Vic’s robe. Shrugging into the warm flannel, Vic cinched the belt around his waist and headed down the hall of his tiny apartment. Almost absently, he slipped the gel insole into his pocket.

The kitchen was empty. “Matt?” Vic called, hoping for another laugh to pinpoint his lover’s position. But no answer came this time. Didn’t matter, really—only the living room remained, and Vic sidled up to the doorway as quietly as he could. He listened but heard nothing—no breathing, no rustle of clothing, nothing at all. Resisting the urge to call out Matt’s name again, Vic sprung around the corner, sure he’d won…

The living room, too, was empty. The other insole lay on the floor beside the couch.

Frustrated now, Vic crossed the living room and bent to retrieve the insole. Beneath it was another note. Sit down. Raising his voice so his lover would hear him, Vic said, “Matty, come on. This isn’t funny.”

He didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, but suddenly strong, warm hands splayed across his backside. “It says down, boy,” Matt said, giving Vic a little push. “It means on the floor. Sit.”

Turning to sink to the floor, Vic complied. Matt stood before him, in the buff. His long legs stretched for miles above Vic, whorled with dark curls that matched the thick thatch on the top of his head and the knot of curls scribbled at his crotch. His olive skin looked dusky and cool, like water draped in shadow. Jutting from his groin, a thick erection swung at Vic, heavy and red-tipped. With a playful bite, Vic snapped at his lover’s d**k.

“Not yet,” Matt teased. Kneeling in front of Vic, he untied the knot at Vic’s waist and pushed open the flannel bathrobe. Vic’s own c**k was already half erect, eager in Matt’s presence. When Vic touched Matt’s cheek, his lover turned to kiss his palm. “Love you,” he murmured against Vic’s flesh. “Now sit back and enjoy this.”

“Enjoy what?” Vic asked.

Without another word, Matt sat down and leaned back, redistributing his weight on his elbows as he eased his legs between Vic’s. His long feet glistened with lotion, and they left slick trails along Vic’s legs as they rubbed over his knees and up his inner thighs. Vic watched, fascinated, as Matt planted one foot against his shaved balls, fitting the sac perfectly into the arch. His toes wiggled, exciting Vic’s d**k, the nails skimming over his skin with a dry sound. The other foot curled down Vic’s length, the big toe toying with the already weeping tip of Vic’s c**k. Hands fisting in his robe, he gasped, “God,” and “Matt,” and “Yes, yes,” in a guttural tone that rumbled through him like thunder.

Spreading his legs wider, Vic slouched down to allow Matt full access to his genitalia. Matt’s large feet rubbed over his balls and d**k, squeezing him, kneading him, playing with him as he grew more aroused by the moment. Steepling his long toes over Vic’s erection, Matt stroked the hard length with only the soles of his feet. Then he caught Vic’s shaft between two toes and strummed from tip to base in one smooth stroke. His toes massaged Vic’s hairless crotch, pressing into him when his hips rose off the ground. With his heel against Vic’s balls, Matt fondled his lover with both feet, flat on his stomach or sliding along his erection, toes tickling his cockhead and curving delicately around his shaft.

Finally, Matt caught Vic’s c**k between both feet and gently tapped the swollen tip with one big toe. The maddening sensation rippled through Vic like water racing from a tossed stone. Each tap shot through him, from his d**k up through his stomach and out to the rest of his body, his arms and legs and head, a coalescing lust that burst deliciously along all synapses and nerves. Tap, tap, tap… so steady despite the crazed desire it rose in him. Tap, tap, tap…

Vic came in an explosive rush that left him weaker than he would’ve believed.

He lay back against the sofa, his whole body numb and trembling. He felt a warm mouth on his thighs, tiny kisses that licked away his juices, and then trailed up his chest to close over his lips. He tasted himself on his lover’s tongue, and the love he saw in Matt’s dark green gaze took his breath away. “Happy Valentine’s,” Matt whispered.

Hugging him close, Vic could only reply, “Love you.”

THE END