After four years at Unknown University, Shawn was ready to begin the next chapter of his life. But for this hot and horny Scarlet Skull brother, the next chapter turned out to be a lot like the previous chapter!
UNKNOWN UNIVERSITY POSTSCRIPT
A Very Special Graduation Present
by
T.T. Gore
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!! I bellowed, humping the mattress with desperate energy. “OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“Gosh, you’re sure making a lot of NOISE!” Danny exclaimed. “It’s a good thing that no one can HEAR you way out here!”
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-AAW-HAW-AAW-HAW-HAWD!!!” I screamed into the pillow. “IT TICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“I should certainly HOPE so, laughing boy!” he snickered. “That’s the whole IDEA!”
Well it wasn’t MY idea! When my cousin Danny had proposed a weekend visit to his parents’ secluded cabin in the woods, I’d been quick to agree. It seemed an idea solution to the problem that was plaguing us: how to carry on our clandestine affair without being busted by family or friends. Our masturbatory relationship had started up shortly after my graduation from Unknown University. We’d been doing the nasty together all summer, furtively, in spare bedrooms, bathrooms and closets, hag-ridden by the constant fear of detection. So when Danny suggested the cabin…
“It’ll be nice and quiet there now,” he whispered, running his fingers through my dark chest hair. “Nobody’s ever around after Labor Day. I was thinking we could spend the weekend…”
“Doing what?” I whispered back.
“Oh, whatever comes up,” he replied with a lewd wink. “Maybe some things we don’t dare to do in this bathroom. If you’re ready to try them, that is…”
Oh, and I knew EXACTLY what he meant! But I wasn’t at ALL sure that I was ready to take the next step in our relationship. It seemed to me that things were fine the way they were. And I have to admit, I kind of enjoyed teasing Danny…intimating to him that I might, just might, consider French lessons…but that it was a big step…and I really, really had to think about it…
Still, the idea of a weekend getaway with sexy, slender, silk-skinned Danny was tempting…very tempting…
If only I’d resisted temptation!
Perhaps the memory of my humiliation at the hands of Pledge Master Gary had something to do with my decision. The bastard had taken advantage of his exalted position to extort sexual services from the Scarlet Skull’s pledges, myself included. Thinking of those “private examination sessions,” as he’d called them, still made me cringe. First he ordered me to take my clothes off and get down on my knees. Then he ordered me to masturbate—and when I had trouble getting it up, he helped me out with a feather. As I jacked off, he critiqued my technique—not very flatteringly. And after I emptied my balls, he ordered me to perform fellatio on him…
I must admit that Gary’s “private examination session” has helped me pass the Scarlet Skull Ordeal with flying colors—but the experience left me vulnerable to the blandishments of my naughty blonde cousin. After what I’d been through at Unknown University, all-male mutual masturbation seemed a mere bagatelle…
“Think of this as a graduation present,” Danny suggested the first time we did it together. Sorry, though, I didn’t get you a card…”
But somehow things had spun out of control!
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I shrieked as the hellish feather wielded by my sadistic cousin stroked the backs of my quivering legs. Face down on narrow bed, I couldn’t see WHAT the fuck he was doing—which made the torture even WORSE! And since I was stark naked with my legs spread and my wrists and ankles tied to the bed rails, there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do to DEFEND myself—!
“So are we having FUN yet?” Danny inquired as he caressed my calves with the feather. “Are we ENJOYING ourselves, laughing boy?”
I’m sure HE was, the little SHIT—but I certainly was NOT! From the moment I’d awakened from a deep sleep to find myself bound to the bedrails, Danny had been tickling me nonstop—and I was about ready to pitch a HISSY fit! My sides and belly ached like a mad BASTARD, I was covered with sweat and I could scarcely catch my breath! Does that make me sound like a candy ass? Well, YOU try laughing your stupid fucking head off for ten straight minutes and see how you feel!
On top of that, there was the sheer EMBARRASSMENT of the situation! And when I say “on top”, I mean it sort of literally. Because fucking Danny was on the bed, kneeling with his legs straddling my torso. He was facing toward the foot of the bed, the better to tickle my legs—and I was horribly conscious that certain other EXTREMELY sensitive portions of my masculine anatomy were exposed to attack as well! My asshole puckered with trepidation at the thought of what he might do next—!
“You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this,” he said as I squealed and writhed in response to the feather’s unbearably delicate caress. “Or maybe you’ve already guessed. I think it’s time we made a more…meaningful…commitment to one another, Shawn.”
He let me think about that for a minute while stroking the hollows of my knees—which drove me utterly BUGFUCK with anguished hilarity! Every nerve in my convulsing body vibrated as a plague of goose bumps roughened my skin. And when Danny finally stopped the torture, I blubbered with relief!
“Oh, Shawn!” he whispered, patting my bare behind. “You have no IDEA how HOT this is making me feel! Having you NAKED and HELPLESS, making you laugh your handsome HEAD off for me—I swear, it must be LOVE!”
“Gaaaa…aaaah…aaaah…” I wheezed. “Danny…please…no more…”
“Mmmm, well, I suppose I SHOULD give you a break,” he snickered. ‘We have all weekend, and I certainly don’t want to wear you OUT!”
“God…please…no…” I gasped. “I’ll do…what you want…anything…just please…don’t TICKLE me any more…”
“Awww, but you LIKE it!” Danny slipped from the bed to kneel by my side. “I can tell by the way you wiggle your sexy ASS when I TICKLE you!”
“EEEEEEEEK!!!” I screeched as he darted his sharp-nailed fingers into my armpit. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“And you’re SO terribly TICKLISH, aren’t you, Shawn?” He dug his nails into my ribs, eliciting another high-pitched shriek. “That’s the best part! My big, strong, masculine cousin turns into a pathetic little PUSSY boy when he gets TICKLED!”
Why, oh WHY, had I ever let myself get involved with fucking Danny in the first place?! This was the question that bedeviled my mind as I lay there, gasping for breath and praying for rescue. The whole thing had seemed so HARMLESS! Being initiated into Scarlet Skull, Unknown University’s most prestigious and secretive fraternity, had tempered my homoerotic inhibitions. After going through the SS Ordeal, jacking off with my slender cousin seemed no more than a harmless bit of fun. Sure, I knew that Danny’s desires transcended mere masturbation—but there was no way he could make me do anything I didn’t really want to do.
Yeah, right! It never occurred to me that Danny might resort to…extreme…methods of persuasion…
“So how about it, laughing boy?” Danny whispered after subjecting me to another thirty second of rib tickling. “Are you ready to take that next big step with me…?”
This was too much! “FUCK you!” I screamed. “Fuck you and untie me right NOW, you fucking PERVERT—EEEEEEEEK!!!”
Danny had cut my protest short with a stinging slap to my bare buttocks. “Now is that any way to talk to your favorite cousin?” he inquired. “I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here!”
CRACK! “YAAAAAAAAR!!!”
“That’s for sassing me BACK!”
CRACK! “AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!”
“And that’s for hurting my FEELINGS!”
CRACK! “HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
“And THAT’S for being a heartless COCKTEASER!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Danny gave me a dozen of the best, and by the time he was finished I was blubbering into the pillow. God, the horrific HUMILIATION of it—tied up naked—being tickled and spanked—by another guy—my own fucking COUSIN—!
And yet…and yet…
Though Danny couldn’t tell—I was face down on the bed, remember—his severe treatment was actually making me HORNY! Yeah, that’s right, I had a fucking ERECTION—which made me hump the mattress like CRAZY when he resumed the tickling!
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” I howled. He was stroking my rear END with the feather—he was probing between my BUTT cheeks—he was stroking my fucking ASSHOLE—!
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAWD!!!” I howled. “NOT THERE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Are you WINKING at me, you naughty boy?” Danny snickered. “Are you asking for MORE—?”
“OH-NO-HO-OH-HO!!!” I screamed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! NO MOOOOR-HOR-HOR-HOR-HORE!!!”
But I think you LIKE it!” he whispered, digging the nails of his free hand into my butt cheek. “I think you’re getting EXCITED!”
He was right! Oh, the ticklish thrills produced by the feather’s caress were shooting up my asshole, right into my BALLS! It was n horrible, unbearable sensation—it was driving me fucking INSANE—but it made me hump the mattress like a weasel on Viagra!
“I must admit that I really enjoy being MEAN to you!” Danny giggled as he tickled my puckered orifice with sadistic persistence. “Especially after the way you’ve been teasing me.”
“OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” I protested. “OH-HO-HO!!! I NEEEEH-HEH-HEVER TEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEESED YOU-HUU-HUU-HUU!!!”
“You are SUCH a pathetic LIAR!” Danny exclaimed. He gave me a hard slap on the ass. “But I can’t stay mad at you, laughing boy—because I really DO have a crush on you!”
Once again he continued to tickle me until I was wheezing and gasping for breath. When torture finally stopped—it seemed to have go on for a large chunk of eternity—I wept with relief.
“There, there,” Danny whispered, patting my bare behind. “It’s all right, Shawn, I’m going to give you a nice long break before I start tickling your sexy FEET…”
“No!” I screamed in protest. “Not my FEET! Anything but my FEET—!”
“But didn’t I ever mention that I absolutely LOVE to tickle feet?” Danny snickered as he moved to the foot of the bed. “Mmmm…TICKLE them…and SMELL them…and LICK them…and KISS them…”
Just listening to him describe what he intended to do make my legs break out in goose bumps! I’d never mentioned it, but somehow my sadistic cousin knew that my feet were unbearably TICKLISH! God how I HATED to have anyone TOUCH them—!”
“Mmmm, they look so TASTY!” Danny commented as he grabbed the big toe of my right foot.
“Jesus—please—!” I whined. “Danny, I’m BEGGING you—!”
“Mmmm, so you are!” he whispered. “Did I mention that I’ve always wanted to hear you beg…?”
And with no more ado he raked the sole of my foot with his sharp nails!
BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I shrieked into the pillow, writhing on the bed with desperate energy as intense thrills of ticklish torment raced up my right leg! My asshole puckered, my balls tensed and my cock throbbed with unrequited lust! I was laughing like a fucking LOONY bird and in no time at all my sides were aching like a mad BASTARD—but oh, how I fucking LOVED it—!
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Danny chanted as he stroked my sensitive soles, alternating between my helpless feet with disciplined precision. “Shawn likes to be TICKLED—!”
It was true! The tickling was driving me fucking NUTS—but it was also making me super fucking HORNY! The sensations produced by the relentless scratch, scratch SCRATCHING of Danny’s well-honed nails had kindled a delicious burning sensation that smoldered like an oily flame low in my belly and deep in my loins. Yes, I was laughing like MAD—but I was also gasping with LUST! I humped the mattress hard enough to make the frame of the bed creak…and as I squeezed out a drop of pre-cum, the revelation flowered in my mind…
“KISS them!” I cried. “AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!! Kiss my FEET, you little TRAMP! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!! Lick my FEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEET!!! OH GAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAWD!!! Suck my fucking TOE-HO-OH-HO-HOOOOSE!!!!”
And he did!
I squealed like a fucking GIRL as Danny’s lips and tongue feasted on my left foot! He kissed and licked and nibbled and sucked my toes with passionate abandon! I reciprocated with equally passionate demands, promises—even declarations of love! And at that moment it WAS love—because it had never, EVER been this way before! How had I failed to realize, even while being humiliated and abused by Scarlet Skull’s perverted Pledge Master, how GLORIOUS it was to taste these sweet, forbidden fruits—?!
How long he feasted on my feet I cannot say. All I know for sure is that he didn’t stop even when I cried out that I was going to CUM—and achieved a prolonged, ass-wiggling orgasm, grunting and gasping into the pillow as I joyously ejaculated!
Then it was over. Danny gently kissed my feet on last time and moved to the side of the bed.
“I think I can untie you now,” he whispered.
“Only if you promise to tie me up again some time,” I whispered back. “And do that foot thing again, Danny, right from the beginning…”
“Oh, I think I can promise that!” he giggled, picking at the knotted sheet that secured my right ankle. “But for now…”
“Oh, Danny!” I sighed. “Yes! I’m ready for my French lesson!”
“Are you?” he replied, laying a hand on my bare behind. “Well, there’s plenty of time for that! Right now, though, I have something else in mind.”
“Such as?”
“I’ve always wanted to experience a foot job, Shawn. Know what I mean?”
“I can guess.”
“Are you up for it?”
“Sure!” I agreed. “But the REAL question is, are YOU up for it?”
“Oh, yes!” he whispered. “That will be NO problem at all! Just let me finish untying you, sweet cheeks, and then I’ll get the baby oil…”
Sweet cheeks! He’d never called me that before—but I LIKED it!
I got quite a few graduation presents from friends and family that year. But the one from my sexy cousin Danny was the best EVER—and it turned out to be a gift that kept on giving, and giving and giving…
UNKNOWN UNIVERSITY POSTSCRIPT
A Very Special Graduation Present
by
T.T. Gore
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!! I bellowed, humping the mattress with desperate energy. “OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-HO-HO!!!”
“Gosh, you’re sure making a lot of NOISE!” Danny exclaimed. “It’s a good thing that no one can HEAR you way out here!”
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-AAW-HAW-AAW-HAW-HAWD!!!” I screamed into the pillow. “IT TICK-HICK-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“I should certainly HOPE so, laughing boy!” he snickered. “That’s the whole IDEA!”
Well it wasn’t MY idea! When my cousin Danny had proposed a weekend visit to his parents’ secluded cabin in the woods, I’d been quick to agree. It seemed an idea solution to the problem that was plaguing us: how to carry on our clandestine affair without being busted by family or friends. Our masturbatory relationship had started up shortly after my graduation from Unknown University. We’d been doing the nasty together all summer, furtively, in spare bedrooms, bathrooms and closets, hag-ridden by the constant fear of detection. So when Danny suggested the cabin…
“It’ll be nice and quiet there now,” he whispered, running his fingers through my dark chest hair. “Nobody’s ever around after Labor Day. I was thinking we could spend the weekend…”
“Doing what?” I whispered back.
“Oh, whatever comes up,” he replied with a lewd wink. “Maybe some things we don’t dare to do in this bathroom. If you’re ready to try them, that is…”
Oh, and I knew EXACTLY what he meant! But I wasn’t at ALL sure that I was ready to take the next step in our relationship. It seemed to me that things were fine the way they were. And I have to admit, I kind of enjoyed teasing Danny…intimating to him that I might, just might, consider French lessons…but that it was a big step…and I really, really had to think about it…
Still, the idea of a weekend getaway with sexy, slender, silk-skinned Danny was tempting…very tempting…
If only I’d resisted temptation!
Perhaps the memory of my humiliation at the hands of Pledge Master Gary had something to do with my decision. The bastard had taken advantage of his exalted position to extort sexual services from the Scarlet Skull’s pledges, myself included. Thinking of those “private examination sessions,” as he’d called them, still made me cringe. First he ordered me to take my clothes off and get down on my knees. Then he ordered me to masturbate—and when I had trouble getting it up, he helped me out with a feather. As I jacked off, he critiqued my technique—not very flatteringly. And after I emptied my balls, he ordered me to perform fellatio on him…
I must admit that Gary’s “private examination session” has helped me pass the Scarlet Skull Ordeal with flying colors—but the experience left me vulnerable to the blandishments of my naughty blonde cousin. After what I’d been through at Unknown University, all-male mutual masturbation seemed a mere bagatelle…
“Think of this as a graduation present,” Danny suggested the first time we did it together. Sorry, though, I didn’t get you a card…”
But somehow things had spun out of control!
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I shrieked as the hellish feather wielded by my sadistic cousin stroked the backs of my quivering legs. Face down on narrow bed, I couldn’t see WHAT the fuck he was doing—which made the torture even WORSE! And since I was stark naked with my legs spread and my wrists and ankles tied to the bed rails, there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do to DEFEND myself—!
“So are we having FUN yet?” Danny inquired as he caressed my calves with the feather. “Are we ENJOYING ourselves, laughing boy?”
I’m sure HE was, the little SHIT—but I certainly was NOT! From the moment I’d awakened from a deep sleep to find myself bound to the bedrails, Danny had been tickling me nonstop—and I was about ready to pitch a HISSY fit! My sides and belly ached like a mad BASTARD, I was covered with sweat and I could scarcely catch my breath! Does that make me sound like a candy ass? Well, YOU try laughing your stupid fucking head off for ten straight minutes and see how you feel!
On top of that, there was the sheer EMBARRASSMENT of the situation! And when I say “on top”, I mean it sort of literally. Because fucking Danny was on the bed, kneeling with his legs straddling my torso. He was facing toward the foot of the bed, the better to tickle my legs—and I was horribly conscious that certain other EXTREMELY sensitive portions of my masculine anatomy were exposed to attack as well! My asshole puckered with trepidation at the thought of what he might do next—!
“You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this,” he said as I squealed and writhed in response to the feather’s unbearably delicate caress. “Or maybe you’ve already guessed. I think it’s time we made a more…meaningful…commitment to one another, Shawn.”
He let me think about that for a minute while stroking the hollows of my knees—which drove me utterly BUGFUCK with anguished hilarity! Every nerve in my convulsing body vibrated as a plague of goose bumps roughened my skin. And when Danny finally stopped the torture, I blubbered with relief!
“Oh, Shawn!” he whispered, patting my bare behind. “You have no IDEA how HOT this is making me feel! Having you NAKED and HELPLESS, making you laugh your handsome HEAD off for me—I swear, it must be LOVE!”
“Gaaaa…aaaah…aaaah…” I wheezed. “Danny…please…no more…”
“Mmmm, well, I suppose I SHOULD give you a break,” he snickered. ‘We have all weekend, and I certainly don’t want to wear you OUT!”
“God…please…no…” I gasped. “I’ll do…what you want…anything…just please…don’t TICKLE me any more…”
“Awww, but you LIKE it!” Danny slipped from the bed to kneel by my side. “I can tell by the way you wiggle your sexy ASS when I TICKLE you!”
“EEEEEEEEK!!!” I screeched as he darted his sharp-nailed fingers into my armpit. “EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“And you’re SO terribly TICKLISH, aren’t you, Shawn?” He dug his nails into my ribs, eliciting another high-pitched shriek. “That’s the best part! My big, strong, masculine cousin turns into a pathetic little PUSSY boy when he gets TICKLED!”
Why, oh WHY, had I ever let myself get involved with fucking Danny in the first place?! This was the question that bedeviled my mind as I lay there, gasping for breath and praying for rescue. The whole thing had seemed so HARMLESS! Being initiated into Scarlet Skull, Unknown University’s most prestigious and secretive fraternity, had tempered my homoerotic inhibitions. After going through the SS Ordeal, jacking off with my slender cousin seemed no more than a harmless bit of fun. Sure, I knew that Danny’s desires transcended mere masturbation—but there was no way he could make me do anything I didn’t really want to do.
Yeah, right! It never occurred to me that Danny might resort to…extreme…methods of persuasion…
“So how about it, laughing boy?” Danny whispered after subjecting me to another thirty second of rib tickling. “Are you ready to take that next big step with me…?”
This was too much! “FUCK you!” I screamed. “Fuck you and untie me right NOW, you fucking PERVERT—EEEEEEEEK!!!”
Danny had cut my protest short with a stinging slap to my bare buttocks. “Now is that any way to talk to your favorite cousin?” he inquired. “I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here!”
CRACK! “YAAAAAAAAR!!!”
“That’s for sassing me BACK!”
CRACK! “AAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!”
“And that’s for hurting my FEELINGS!”
CRACK! “HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
“And THAT’S for being a heartless COCKTEASER!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Danny gave me a dozen of the best, and by the time he was finished I was blubbering into the pillow. God, the horrific HUMILIATION of it—tied up naked—being tickled and spanked—by another guy—my own fucking COUSIN—!
And yet…and yet…
Though Danny couldn’t tell—I was face down on the bed, remember—his severe treatment was actually making me HORNY! Yeah, that’s right, I had a fucking ERECTION—which made me hump the mattress like CRAZY when he resumed the tickling!
“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” I howled. He was stroking my rear END with the feather—he was probing between my BUTT cheeks—he was stroking my fucking ASSHOLE—!
“OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAWD!!!” I howled. “NOT THERE!!! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!”
“Are you WINKING at me, you naughty boy?” Danny snickered. “Are you asking for MORE—?”
“OH-NO-HO-OH-HO!!!” I screamed. “OH PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! NO MOOOOR-HOR-HOR-HOR-HORE!!!”
But I think you LIKE it!” he whispered, digging the nails of his free hand into my butt cheek. “I think you’re getting EXCITED!”
He was right! Oh, the ticklish thrills produced by the feather’s caress were shooting up my asshole, right into my BALLS! It was n horrible, unbearable sensation—it was driving me fucking INSANE—but it made me hump the mattress like a weasel on Viagra!
“I must admit that I really enjoy being MEAN to you!” Danny giggled as he tickled my puckered orifice with sadistic persistence. “Especially after the way you’ve been teasing me.”
“OH-NO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” I protested. “OH-HO-HO!!! I NEEEEH-HEH-HEVER TEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEESED YOU-HUU-HUU-HUU!!!”
“You are SUCH a pathetic LIAR!” Danny exclaimed. He gave me a hard slap on the ass. “But I can’t stay mad at you, laughing boy—because I really DO have a crush on you!”
Once again he continued to tickle me until I was wheezing and gasping for breath. When torture finally stopped—it seemed to have go on for a large chunk of eternity—I wept with relief.
“There, there,” Danny whispered, patting my bare behind. “It’s all right, Shawn, I’m going to give you a nice long break before I start tickling your sexy FEET…”
“No!” I screamed in protest. “Not my FEET! Anything but my FEET—!”
“But didn’t I ever mention that I absolutely LOVE to tickle feet?” Danny snickered as he moved to the foot of the bed. “Mmmm…TICKLE them…and SMELL them…and LICK them…and KISS them…”
Just listening to him describe what he intended to do make my legs break out in goose bumps! I’d never mentioned it, but somehow my sadistic cousin knew that my feet were unbearably TICKLISH! God how I HATED to have anyone TOUCH them—!”
“Mmmm, they look so TASTY!” Danny commented as he grabbed the big toe of my right foot.
“Jesus—please—!” I whined. “Danny, I’m BEGGING you—!”
“Mmmm, so you are!” he whispered. “Did I mention that I’ve always wanted to hear you beg…?”
And with no more ado he raked the sole of my foot with his sharp nails!
BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” I shrieked into the pillow, writhing on the bed with desperate energy as intense thrills of ticklish torment raced up my right leg! My asshole puckered, my balls tensed and my cock throbbed with unrequited lust! I was laughing like a fucking LOONY bird and in no time at all my sides were aching like a mad BASTARD—but oh, how I fucking LOVED it—!
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Danny chanted as he stroked my sensitive soles, alternating between my helpless feet with disciplined precision. “Shawn likes to be TICKLED—!”
It was true! The tickling was driving me fucking NUTS—but it was also making me super fucking HORNY! The sensations produced by the relentless scratch, scratch SCRATCHING of Danny’s well-honed nails had kindled a delicious burning sensation that smoldered like an oily flame low in my belly and deep in my loins. Yes, I was laughing like MAD—but I was also gasping with LUST! I humped the mattress hard enough to make the frame of the bed creak…and as I squeezed out a drop of pre-cum, the revelation flowered in my mind…
“KISS them!” I cried. “AAAAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!! Kiss my FEET, you little TRAMP! EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!! Lick my FEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEET!!! OH GAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAWD!!! Suck my fucking TOE-HO-OH-HO-HOOOOSE!!!!”
And he did!
I squealed like a fucking GIRL as Danny’s lips and tongue feasted on my left foot! He kissed and licked and nibbled and sucked my toes with passionate abandon! I reciprocated with equally passionate demands, promises—even declarations of love! And at that moment it WAS love—because it had never, EVER been this way before! How had I failed to realize, even while being humiliated and abused by Scarlet Skull’s perverted Pledge Master, how GLORIOUS it was to taste these sweet, forbidden fruits—?!
How long he feasted on my feet I cannot say. All I know for sure is that he didn’t stop even when I cried out that I was going to CUM—and achieved a prolonged, ass-wiggling orgasm, grunting and gasping into the pillow as I joyously ejaculated!
Then it was over. Danny gently kissed my feet on last time and moved to the side of the bed.
“I think I can untie you now,” he whispered.
“Only if you promise to tie me up again some time,” I whispered back. “And do that foot thing again, Danny, right from the beginning…”
“Oh, I think I can promise that!” he giggled, picking at the knotted sheet that secured my right ankle. “But for now…”
“Oh, Danny!” I sighed. “Yes! I’m ready for my French lesson!”
“Are you?” he replied, laying a hand on my bare behind. “Well, there’s plenty of time for that! Right now, though, I have something else in mind.”
“Such as?”
“I’ve always wanted to experience a foot job, Shawn. Know what I mean?”
“I can guess.”
“Are you up for it?”
“Sure!” I agreed. “But the REAL question is, are YOU up for it?”
“Oh, yes!” he whispered. “That will be NO problem at all! Just let me finish untying you, sweet cheeks, and then I’ll get the baby oil…”
Sweet cheeks! He’d never called me that before—but I LIKED it!
I got quite a few graduation presents from friends and family that year. But the one from my sexy cousin Danny was the best EVER—and it turned out to be a gift that kept on giving, and giving and giving…
