Right is Wrong (THE CONCLUSION)
EDDIE:
I regained consciousness to the feel of lips against my own. At first, I thought it was part of my dreams. My drowsy blue eyes fluttered open and met the brown ones next to me. I fully awoke to the feel of butterfly kisses moving across my shoulder and gentle hands rubbing my back. I blinked a few times before focusing on the stranger who wasn't really a stranger to me anymore.
"Morning," he whispered before turning his attention to my mouth. I could feel heat curling in my stomach.
Coming to a firm decision to make the most out of what was happening, I wrapped my arms around "Damon" and proceeded to explore the possibilities of the future. I almost fainted again to the feel of sweet lips against my neck. The lips gently gave me a string of kisses down my neck to my open shirt where they descended upon my already aroused guy-nipples. Then I felt kisses being pressed against my arm and shoulder. Soft, gentle kisses that felt like little more than whispers brushing over my skin. Moaning slightly, I rolled onto my back, smiling slightly up at Damon who reached out to push my hair away from his face.
Then he left the bedroom for a few moments … and returned with tea!
"Wh-who are you?" I asked him. All I knew was that his name was Damon.
"Ain't important at the moment. Sit up now and drink this herbal brew. My granddaddy used to make this stuff. It works wonders." He pulled me up with such strength that I couldn't have resisted even if I'd wanted to. His form was huge and muscled under the "Malcolm X" T-shirt, and his grasp was as firm as any construction worker. While I drank from the mug, I watched him. And while I was looking at him, he was looking at my bare feet. What had he done with my sneaks and socks?
I didn't have to long to ponder this cause I began to feel dizzy and the room started to spin. I was vaguely aware of Damon taking the mug out of my hands and saying things like, "Wow … he’s about to pass out again.” Then Damon had his hands on me now, and they were so warm and they felt great ... so I just relaxed into them. He kept saying stuff like "great looking feet", or "great looking toes".
“Well do what you have to do … I for one have never felt anything this good before!” I said. And it was the truth. I wanted the stranger to make love to me before I passed out again. Even as I said these words, I felt my head roll back and my eyes close as he hungrily kissed my feet. Then he rubbed up against me and kissed me until I lost all sense of everything.
Pulling down my pants and underwear he maneuvered behind me on the bed and took me until I fainted from the pleasure
***
DAMON:
I made passionate love to Eddie Dobbs’ unconscious body then came into his tender love hole.
Then I pushed the limp, passed-out kid on his side to take off his shirt, leaving him in his pants and undershirt. I undid his belt and pulled it along with his pants down and fully unbuttoned his shirt, disposing of it as well.
After getting his pants off I moved to the foot of the bed and kissed his bare toes, licked his feet, climbed up his calves, bathing him with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his right thigh and grabbed the corners of his under shorts and ripped them, freeing his low-hanging balls and penis.
Then I stepped back and allowed myself a visual exploration of the helpless boy before me. Still exquisite. Eyes closed in sleep. Face handsome and intense. Strong jawline. Hair almost perfectly in place ... a golden color. Broad shoulders, beautiful smooth chest. Long sleek legs. I allowed my fingers to caress the knocked out collegeboy's now totally naked body, sliding my hands over every inch of him.
I reached out and lifted one of his feet and gave him a foot massage even though he was still out. Kneading the tight bits of his panicked stress in his foot muscles away. Stroking them softly. Rubbing and bending and massaging. Without awakening his blond head rolled slowly and lazily on the mattress. Even while unconscious he was enjoying the sensations. I lifted the other foot and massaged it. I could see the sleeping boy's shoulders lower just a bit.
I lifted the collegeboy's right foot to my mouth and kissed his toes one at a time, then slowly wrapped my mouth around his big toe and sucked gently on it. I continued to suck on Eddie's toes ... very softly ... fingers still caressing his foot ... running up his leg. His penis sprang to life. Ahhhhhhhh even his senseless body liked that! I gently lowered that foot and lifted the left to my mouth for the same treatment. He got even harder! His genitals were awake even if their owner was still out cold. I gently sucked, licked and kissed his beautiful, suckable toes while massaging his heels, soles, and calves.
I then released his feet. Bending down I extended my tongue flicked the blond eighteen-year-old's cheek. It caught a taste of boy--the slight roughness of a beginning beard. I slowly began licking the eighteen-year-old’s body, as though tasting other parts. I rolled Eddie over and licked his back from nape to asscrack, then turned his limp form over again so that I could work on his front. As I licked the unconscious youth he just lay there …though at some level, because his body involuntarily shuddered, he was basking in the attention my tongue was giving him. Eddie began to drowsily moan when I began licking the sparse hair of his underarms.
I returned my face to those beautiful feet and was once again lost in a myriad of senses. As I rubbed my face on his foot, his foot jerked. I kept my face on one foot and started to rub my hand on the other foot. Then, down, along Edward Dobb's legs, kissing and licking, until I reached his toes again where, of course, I sucked gently… then with more demand. After that it was back up around the arch and the delicate bones of each ankle, while my fingers massaged the pads of Eddie's feet. Soon it was up further, to his knees, bending them gently and lifting them to allow my tongue access to the hollow of each knee. I rubbed my hands along each leg from top to bottom, gently massaging each part of each leg.
I was in heaven by the time I was back at his feet. I started massaging his tender soles working my thumbs around in short circles. I was rewarded by his soft moans that he was enjoying my work. Listening to the unconscious boy’s pleasurable moans was taking its toll on me, for the sound of them made my penis began to stir and harden with each passing minute.
My hand touched every part of Eddie's sole. It started from the heel and slowly worked its way up to the toes. I started to lick my lips as I wanted my tongue to taste the soles of the blond youth's pedal extremities again. I quickly took off my clothes to be more comfortable as I licked the unconscious boy's feet.
As I bathed Eddie's foot with my saliva soaked tongue, the eighteen-year-old's reddish fleshy penis began to raise out of his body once again as it started grow and to become harder-seemingly with every lick of my tongue. I started to press my tongue harder on Eddie's foot, so I could fully taste and feel the tender sole that I was licking. I must have re-licked some areas of both Eddie's feet more than a dozen times.
The taste of the collegeboy's feet was so incredible to me. I slowly ran my wet tongue up and down his smooth soles. They tasted exotic with a potent mixture of light odor or sweat. I bathed his soles for a few minutes more and then I began sucking each of his long toes one at a time. I slid my tongue between each of his toes as I sucked them before bathing them with kisses. Then I began kissing my way up his legs, lingering over his inner thighs. Then it was back down to his feet where my tongue slowly runs up his arch to his toes before exploring the little crevices between the knocked-out boy's ten sweet digits and the pad of his foot.
Once I was done with his feet I went all the way to the top of the mattress to Edward Dobb's golden blond head. I bent over the sleeping youth and softly kissed his closed eyelids. His long eyelashes caressed my lips. I kissed Eddie's eyebrows and his button nose. I even gave that nose a fond lick with the tip of my tongue. I softly kissed his lips--holding his limp body to me as I sucked on his lower lip just a little. I kissed his neck and tasted the sweat and slight grime on the nape. My tongue circled around to the base of his neck before I kissed and sacked at his adam's apple.
I moved down his neck and to his collarbone, kissing very softly, before moving on to his nipples, sucking one gently as my fingertips worked over the muscles of Edward Dobb's chest and tweaked the other one. Slowly, sweetly, lovingly. I actually felt the straining of his nipples one by one--my fingertips tingling with the velvety skin of my handsome captive. I kissed his body all over, my tongue lapping across his nipples and biting them softly, waiting to hear a soft moan to escape his sleeping lips.
I picked his limp right hand up--held that finely-boned pink hand in my dark, callused one. His fingers were long and the nails were set into perfect ovals. The knocked out blond boy's pinkish-white skin was like satin. He really had beautiful hands and I kissed his palm softly as he slept.
After sucking on his fingers for a bit I began kissing him a little on his forehead before suckling on his neck. Then, with careful and precise movements, I kissed a slow trail down the eighteen-year-old's naked, unconscious body, my hands moving down the sides of his chest and over his male-nipples. I was dipping my tongue into his bellybutton briefly before kissing the firmness of his stomach. Even though he was still out he began to squirm a little. And the squirms of pleasure and soft sighs that turned to moans were almost too much for me. After a few minutes of licking the boy's belly button, I moved down and kissed his rather soft pubes. I kissed his belly again and softly licked his navel. I pushed my tongue inside that bellybutton.
I then returned to his feet and kissed Eddie's foot all the way up now ... up his leg ...up his thigh and continuing up his hip. I then kissed my way back down and kissed his toes, licked his feet, climbed up his calves, bathing him with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his right thigh and licked it. I kissed his knees and heard him make another unconscious moan. I kept kissing his knees while rubbing his belly. His stomach muscles felt tight. When I kissed and licked his thighs again, the blond boy moaned even louder. I kissed my way close to his arousal. I kissed him, hot and wet, above his groin. If the collegeboy wasn't already unconscious, he probably would have fainted!
I kissed his manhood, taking him in my mouth and sucking gently--begging him to awaken so he could fully enjoy it. I felt the head and I licked and touched underneath the way any man would like. My lips were tight around the base and I used my hand to carefully massage the knocked out boy's scrotum. I felt his balls in my hand and fondled. I continued sucking Eddie's penis even as my own penis throbbed and threatened to explode.
Not wanting to shoot my load then, I backed off his tool and took hold of his knee. I bent it and kissed it again and then continued kissing his leg all the way down to his foot. Again I gently kissed his toes, one by one. I lingered for a while at Eddie's feet this time. I kissed his toes and rubbed the smooth skin of his soles against my face. The blond boy's abandoned penis was throbbing visibly and when I took the collegeboy's toes into my mouth and began more ravenously sucking them one at a time, he moaned softly while a glitter of precum appeared at the tip of his tool.
I backed off his feet for a bit. Then I gently kissed his hands again, then manually slipped one of his forefingers into my mouth. I sucked it lightly, then slipped a second finger inside. I watched as his penis swayed and his body shuddered. My tongue slid up his arm, broadly stroking his biceps and probing the delightfully fragrant armpits. I sucked on his earlobes, licked his neck. I slavered the other fingers, then glided down his right side …down to his feet yet again. I kissed his toes, then flickered up to the full, massive balls, which seemed to be trying to retreat into Eddie's body. I tasted his balls, causing him to arch his back while still out cold.
I began rubbing over his fair skin and all over his genitals. He woke suddenly while I was fondling his balls again. His sky-blue eyes wide, staring at me with a fearful gaze, probably expecting another brutal rape. Eddie did not move or fight me though--was this because he feared punishment, or was he waiting to see what my next move upon his body would be?
***
EDDIE:
I awoke to the feel of strong calloused hands stroking my chest and stomach.
"Okay, now we gon' see how ticklish you are." Said my captor.
I opened my eyes to be struck once again by the masculine dark-skinned beauty that had captivated me earlier. He was kneeling over my naked body straddling my hips.
Before I could even ask about this "ticklish" business, Damon started lightly running his fingers up and down, over my bare ribs, from hips to pits. I squirmed and released loud groans of laughter.
"Yeah, that's right, boy. Let's hear some laughter!"
"No! Stop! I can't take it! Please! No...."
"Yeah, that's it. Beg for me, boy! Won't do you any good, but I like to hear it!"
My begging only seemed to make it worse. He continued his assault on my ticklish sides, moving faster and more furious with each stroke. When he started into my exposed, helpless armpits, I thought I was gonna lose it right there. It wasn't until he could see I couldn't catch my breath that he finally let up. He left the room for a moment, and I was so weak that I couldn't have made an escape attempt even if I tried. So I lay there exhausted and wondering what was going to happen next.
When he returned he was armed with all kinds of stuff. Feathers, a hairbrush ... even a jar of caramel!
My eyes widened when I saw this. "Please let me go and stop tickling me. I'll do anything you want. Please."
"Now why on earth would I do that? Looks to me like you're enjoying this, boy. And You WANT more, don't you?"
My precum-dripping penis proved that this was indeed the truth. I was enjoying the feeling of helplessness and the sensual body molestation. I was also enjoying the intense tickling I was getting. It was unbearable and yet I did indeed wanted more!
And Damon Woodbine proved that he was more than happy to oblige as he gave me the most intense tickling session I'd ever had. Feverishly he ran his fingers all over my ribs, pits, belly, and up and down, and all around my bare back. And he did this all while teasing my nipples with the hairbrush! I stuck out my chest as I was ordered to. He dropped the brush, and, without missing a beat, started to lick my male-nips while he continued to tickle my back. I could feel his tongue dancing over my nipples and his fingers glided up and down my spine and over my ass. I let out a loud moan and gave up all resistance as I lay helpless and compliant beneath him.
Then he moved to the bottom of the mattress.
My toes wiggled and my soles wrinkled from the very instant his fingertips made contact with my naked feet again. I could see that he was extremely turned on, watching me squirm at his hands. I was able to watch as his extensive dick get harder and harder with each stroke he gave my helpless bare feet! And my own dick was doing likewise!
As I thought this, he gave my ribs a quick tickle with the tips of his fingers. I squirmed, and moaned, "Nooo . . . "
"Oh yeah!" Damon said, and attacked my ribs full force with both hands.
"EEEEEEEE!" I shrieked and went into another bout of hysterical laughter. It was all I could do; I could barely move, and I certainly couldn't escape if he wanted to tickle me to death! I squirmed, howled, wriggled my body and laughed like I'd never laughed before. Damon continued to torture my ribs, sometimes sliding his hands up to my sensitive armpits where the ticklish sensations were even more excruciating. When tears were running down my face and I had no breath left in my lungs, he stopped. Still I kept laughing for a minute--my whole body convulsing with ticklishness.
Then he moved back towards my feet again!
"Nice feet. I do like watching your soles wrinkle and your sexy toes wiggle. You're about a size ten, huh?"
"No, please... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahaahaha!" I felt his fingers quickly trace a path up the length of my naked soles. I almost passed out again. My body was this man's innocent-but-almost-willing victim. As I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, I felt Damon tie my wrists and ankles using my own socks ... felt him pushing his way on top of me, a lust-filled expression on his dark face.
"Size ten?" He asked again, tickling my now bound feet.
"Yeah! Size ten on the nose!"
I felt his fingers lightly grazing my bare soles, slowly, torturously tracing a path from heel to toe. Then he slowly circled my toes from top to bottom. I tugged at the sock-bonds cinched around my ankles to try to escape his tormenting fingers, but he had me tied tight. My soles did wrinkle and my toes did wiggle as he continued to torture my hypersensitive bare feet.
He paused for a moment, then started fingering my bare soles again—very lightly from heel to toe this time. And as he did this he worked my ribs, up and down from hip to pit. Loud shrieks and howls were bouncing all over the place as his tormenting fingers put me though the kind of hell I never could have imagined. I was laughing, screaming and begging, "NO!" as he continued to make me squirm. My toes waggled like crazy and my soles twisted every which-way each instance his fingertips made contact with my naked feet.
He tortured me for twenty minutes, nonstop. I was sweating and gasping for breath by the time he was through. But this was only the beginning!
As soon as I'd begun to recover, he held back my big toes, stretching my soles so that I couldn't even wriggle them. He then used his nails again, producing such ticklish feelings in my feet that they traveled through my body instantaneously, causing me to feel totally immersed in a sea of torturous ticklishness! I was beyond laughing now--I just lay there, squirmed, and moaned for mercy. Damon didn't give me any. I mean he eventually did stop, but he only did so to prepare for the next step.
"Now it's about time I put this feather to use," he said. "Here we go . . ."
I felt something soft sliding up and down my thighs, and under my balls. As exhausted as I was from her unrelenting tickling, I felt my dick start to react. It was growing larger . . .
"That's it, boy . . .That's what I'm talkin' bout ..." he cooed. My penis was as hard as a rock. He kissed the tip of it. I had never in all my eighteen years of life felt so stimulated. I was aching to come! I could actually feel my cum boiling in his balls, demanding to be released!
Damon grabbed my dick and started jacking it. It only took a moment and my hot cum began spurting out of my rod, pooling on my stomach. At the same time my captor couldn't hold HIMSELF back anymore. He aimed his throbbing dick and shot his man juice all over me! I lost count after the third jet had erupted from the swollen head of his huge spasming dick. I myself had never cum so much in my life. Even after the last drops had oozed from the slit in the head of my tool, my rod continued to twitch and jerk while I lay there, fully embedded, catching my breath and almost drifting off to sleep.
Damon, recovering faster, looked down at me lying there peacefully and helplessly before him, a smile planted on his face. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the forehead just as I passed out from exhaustion.
***
DAMON:
When Eddie passed out I decided to employ the jar of caramel I'd retrieved from the kitchen.
I raised the jar above his already cum-coated torso and grinned as the sticky-sweet substance oozed out of the container and onto his nipple. The caramel thinned out on contact with his hot pinkish-white skin and trickled down the sides of his heaving chest. I followed it with my tongue and licked his ribs clean of the tasty caramel-mixed-with-cum fluid. The blond boy, though still out of it, shivered uncontrollably in response to my oral ministrations. I licked his ribs and tummy, teasing along the hard line of his pelvic bones on either side of his body. Even unconscious the collegeboy's hips thrusted upwards slightly as I nuzzled the hair around his penis.
Then, heedless of the sticky mess I was making, I crawled onto the bed next to the limp, sleeping boy and kissed his ears, his closed eyes, his mouth. I kissed his caramel-and-cum-coated nipples, I kissed his fingers and went down to his feet and kissed his toes. I returned to his package and I kissed that wet and sticky part of him too. I then went back down to nip at his toes again, pushing the tip of my tongue in between to tease the sensitive skin there. Eddie giggled and regained consciousness again. He couldn't keep from laughing as his perfect size 10 feet were being mouthed.
***
EDDIE:
When I woke up (again) Damon taught me what it was to be free that evening.
We explored each other's bodies for the rest of that night. It took quite an effort to get his entire penis in my mouth but, with his instruction, I managed to learn how to deep throat a ten-inch tool. What took a long time was him easing that humungous rod in my ass when I was conscious enough to really feel the penetration for the first time! But once it was done I experienced the pure bliss of being taken and dominated by another. My dream of being away from my restrictive home and finding true sexual pleasure came true that night and I never felt so happy as I did when Damon made love to me.
It was that pleasure that made me consider moving to that area. It was a blue-collar city, but I was determined to check it out. I walked around the area for a bit and browsed (as usual), then decided that it wasn't the stuff of nightmares I'd thought it had been when I was full of preconceived notions. In fact I was so fascinated that I decided to stay there indefinitely.
I loved it! It was there that I got a job in the library. It was a work-study job as part of my financial aid but I absolutely loved it. Being around books all day was a privilege. Actually, I usually tried to get the night shift at the circulation desk. When it was quiet I got to sit and read. Even after four years and a degree in journalism, I wasn't ready to move from the place.
But, as you may have guessed, it was more than the allure of the town kept me there. You can say the love Damon made to me that first night weighed in heavily on my decision! I remember how he gently entered my tiny body for the final time that initial evening we spent together. Damon pulled me on top of his massive six foot frame and eased me over the course of an hour onto his throbbing ten-inch manhood. With each millimeter of his giant penis I experienced fireworks of pleasure and pain shooting through my body from my asshole to my brain and out into my fingers and the toes he so loved to suck!
Fini.