SkinMarvin Gay Stories

Dean placed his booted feet up on the coffee table and made me get down on the floor and lick the fuckers. He was a 32 year old punk with arms full of tattooes, black spikey hair and a body as smooth as a baby. His nipples were pierced with silver rings.

We had been smoking pot and drinking cider all night and getting really fucking out of it. The bootlicking was just another part of the nightly session. I fucking loved licking Dean's black, 14 holed docs, and he was a dirty cunt and never polished them or washed his socks etc. that's why we hit it off so well coz i was exactly the same.... I don't even wash often. I've been wearing the same pair of socks for 6 months now and they are as cheesey as fuck in my boots.

So, there's Dean and I bollock-naked except for our boots and socks. I ad on my black 20 holed docs this particular night, and my feet were getting really sweaty in them, it had been a hot sunny day.

As i licked dean's boots, i saw a line of white crusty powder in the creases by his toes. this where he had been sweating and it had dried on. It was fucking great to sniff and lick off-all salty and leathery. I made sure I licked all over the fuckers, slobbering and drooling on them and then licking them clean for him. I also licked the soles clean. They were very worn with years of abuse, but they still tasted good. As I got on to the leg of the boot, I let my spit drip down and it looked fucking horny. I licked up and down with long strokes and while I was at the tops, I licked Dean's tattoo just above the bootline. I "skinned back" and rubbed my knobcheese all over the leg smearing yellow gunk as it rasped across the wet leather. I got down and sniffed at it while dean was giving me the verbals calling me a "dirty fuckin cunt" and "fucking bootlicking queer bastard". I fucking loved it! I then wanked onto his boots making sure each and every spurt fell onto the leather. I slurped it up noisily. Dean grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down hard demanding that I lick it all off.

I slowly unlaced the 14 holer. The smell began to hit me. Dean was wearing his thick army socks which he lived in all the time and never washed them. My dick was still rock hard as I slipped off the boot. The socks were stained with sweat and the rank smell was strong. First I sniffed in the boot. The scent of stale sweat and worn leather hit me, it was making me gag. I then unlaced the other boot and did the same again.

Dean crossed his feet and I got down and sniffed on the cheesey socks. I sniffed hard like some junkie snorting coke. The stink scorched my nostrils as I snorted harder and harder. As I went in between the toes, a pungent stench of rotten toejam hit me and it took my breath away. Dean grabbed my head again and rammed me down demanding that I fucking sniff the hot "cheesers". The rankness hit the back of my throat as I sniffed hard on his socks. He then made me take the sock off, turn it inside out, put it back on his feet. His socks were all ruffled down around his ankles, and for a smooth lad he had quite hairy legs.

The tattoo was in full view and the sight of Dean's socks made me tingle with excitement. I got down while Dean rubbed his cheesey socks over my face. The sticky footcheese on the soles was all wet and stunk like fuck! This was the skin from his feet where he had been sweating in his boots. Dean was calling me a "wanker" and "sockboy" while doing this and I fucking loved it. He made me scrape off the cheese with my teeth and then swallow it. It tasted as good as it smelled. Boy this cunt was hot stuff! I began to lick at the footcheese and spit into the sock making it wet. I then sucked on them extracting Dean's sweat and gunk. I ran my pierced tonge hard under his soles and he threw his head back and moaned with pleasure. The more I stroked his soles, the more he moaned. I began to bite at his toes and then tug at the stinky sock with my teeth. In the end I pulled the sock right off and proceeded in sniffing and licking at his stinky feet. This might sound a fucking wank thing to say, but feet didn't really turn me on, and sometimes feet replulsed me. But tonight was different, I was at my horny punk mate Dean's feet and his feet were as rank as fuck and they turned me on. I rubbed my nose into his toes and sniffed out the toejam. Fucking hell was it strong! Dean just grinned and told me to lick it all off, which I did. I swallowed his gunk then licked the soles of his feet. My dick was just rock-hard and I was aching for a wank. I skinned back and rubbed my knob along his feet which send the most wicked sensation along my piss-slit. Pre-cum oozed out of my knobend and I rubbed this all over stinky Dean. I felt that tingle in my bollocks and shot 2 or 3 loads of spunk in between Dean's toes. Before it ran off them, I licked it off slurpping as I did so.

We stopped for a breather, I had a smoke of a spliff that dean had lit up and a swig of cider, then we swapped places. Dean became my footboy. He soon got down to work on my 20holers. I had been polishing them earlier in the day with a wet pair of football socks. I often did this. I would turn the sock inside out, put it over my hand then spit on the leather and rub the sock over til the boots shined. My footcheese acted as a good polish and not only that, it left smear marks on the boots which was great for the cunt who gets to lick the fuckers! Dean knew this so licked each and every part of my boots. He slobbered til the leather was dripping with his saliva. He licked the soles and got his tongue right in cleaning all the dust and street shit off them.

He unlaced one boot with his tongue, then pulled each one out of its hole until all of them were out and my boot was taken off. He took deep sniffs inside and then took his dick out and wanked into them. The spunk dripped down into the boot. Dean smiled and then snorted and spat a great gob of snot into the boot then put it back on my foot. I felt the spunk and warm snot slippery on my sticky football socks. Dean grinned and winked at me. He was a fucking dirty cunt for sure! He let me wear it for a bit while he unlaced the other boot. He didn't wank into that one he fucking pissed into the fucker! He drank his own piss from my boot then left a bit in the bottom. Once again the boot was put back on my foot. It felt warm and stunk strong of cider.

Dean then took off both my boots, and then got to work on my rank socks, which by now stunk of spunk, piss and my stale footsweat. He sniffed and sucked my socks til head nose and mouth ached. His nose was pierced so I could feel it when he rubbed it against the soles of my socked feet. He began to sniff at the top of my socks where they were rolled halfway down my legs. He licked at the sweat on my hairy legs. He worked his way up to my thighs, then went straight to work on my sweaty bollocks. He grabbed my dick, pulled at it so the knob plopped out of its skinhood, and he then licked at the rim scraping off my dickcheese. he then licked my knob like a lollypop. With each stroke my dick was tingling and my balls filling with spunk. Dean spat on his finger and then went round and round my knob, and tickling it with his fingers. I was crying out with extacy as dean did this more and more. Just as I was about to shoot.... He stopped. He left it for a few seconds then did it again. I felt that familiar tingle and was just gonna shoot.... He stopped again! Each time he did this, my fucking cock was throbbing. The sweat was dripping off me. Dean did it once more and then just as I was about to shoot, he sucked my knob really hard and I spunked up in his gob. Fucking hell! I had never shot so many loads of spunk in my life! That was the eefect that this horny punk had on me. Dean knew just how to get me going and I made sure that these sessions were a regular thing for us.