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Subject: Zachary’s Dad 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 teenage boys and older men, 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. 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 Friday, November 5. Tom hoped that by watching his son hard at work in his favorite class, he’d be able to wash the taste of what had just happened in the cafeteria out of his mouth; however, he would soon discover that it wasn’t going to be that easy. It certainly didn’t help that Rodney just so happened to be in Zachary’s photography class, and that he would occasionally pop by their table to hit on him some more. Tom would awkwardly brush off the boy’s comments by acting as though these rather obvious attempts at flirting had gone over his head, but he wasn’t so sure that Rodney was convinced. Zachary especially seemed very uncomfortable with these interactions and did his best to ignore them as he used one of the school’s laptops to touch up his photos. From what he could see, his son did have talent–not just with photography but editing as well. He watched as Zachary took what he considered to be some of his weakest photos, and with the magic of photoshop, made them look almost professional. It actually made him feel proud, but before he had a chance to let him know, the school principal’s voice could be heard booming over the intercom, announcing to the students and faculty that the pep rally would soon be beginning; he also informed them that the pep rally was going to be held in the school’s football field and instructed everyone to make their way to the bleachers. Immediately, all of the students rose from their seats and proceeded to exit the room. Because Tom and his son were seated in the far back of the room, they had been the last two to leave. However, shortly after exiting the room, Tom paused and began feeling around in his pockets. “What’s up?” Zach asked. “I think I left my phone in the classroom,” he replied. “Well, hurry up and grab it, I want to grab a seat at the very top before all of the spots are taken.” “Just go on, I’ll be right behind you.” And with that said, Tom disappeared back inside of the classroom. He hastily made his way toward the table both he and Zachary were both seated He hastily made his way over toward the table both he and Zachary were seated at just moments before, immediately spotting his phone on the wooden surface just beside the laptop. Upon grabbing it, he noticed that Zachary still had his photo up. He took a moment to admire his son’s hard work. Although he understood that he needed to hurry and meet him out there, he couldn’t help but be a little curious. Noting that Zachary had left his usb drive connected to the laptop, he slid his finger down the trackpad and opened the drive. A folder popped up, and he was immediately met with hundreds of photographs his son had taken over the year. He clicked on the first one. It was a simple photograph of their cat, Lucky; this brought a slight smile to the man’s face. He then skipped to the next photograph which had seemingly been taken at the park down the road from their house. The following photos were as well, all part of a set. He then moved on to the next one. This particular photograph gave him a slight pause. It had been of him in bed reading a book. He chuckled softly to himself, remembering when he had taken that photo. “That’s a good photo of you,” a voice called out from behind him. This caused Tom to jump a little. He was so immersed in the photographs that he hadn’t realized that someone else had entered the classroom. He glanced back over his shoulder to see none other than Rodney, peering over his shoulder at the monitor. He laughed. “Sorry,” the boy said, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s cool,” Tom replied, turning away from him. “Everyone’s outside,” Rodney said, “Why aren’t you?” “Oh, I, uh, I left my phone in here,” Tom replied, picking his phone back up from the table, “And I guess I got a bit distracted.” For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Tom could feel Rodney’s etiler escort eyes on his back, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. Eventually, he did work up the courage to push himself up from the stool with the intention of heading out to the bleachers but accidentally bumped up against the teenager who had been standing uncomfortably close behind. “Oh, sorry,” Tom said, still avoiding eye contact. “You’re fine,” Rodney laughed. “So, I told you I was getting my phone,” Tom said, turning to face him, “What are you doing here?” “I saw you run back inside,” Rodney answered, “, and I was curious to see what you were up to.” The thought of asking Rodney why he would even care what he was doing came to mind, but he knew it in his heart that there was more to it given how he had spent the past half-hour teasing him, nevermind what he had done to him in the cafeteria. “I also wanted to see if you were interested in picking up where we left off,” Rodney added. “Left off?” “The massage,” the boy reminded him, “You seemed to really be enjoying it.” “Yeah, it was great,” Tom admitted. “Then why not let us continue?” Tom huffed and lowered his head, unsure of how exactly to answer that question. In spite of how uncomfortable he was making him feel, he was too nice to be upfront and tell him that he wasn’t interested, at least not in that way, especially knowing now who Rodney was. He opened his mouth, ready to spew whatever bullshit excuse he could come up with, but before he even had a chance to, Rodney took a step closer, placing his hands on both of his shoulders. “Just have a seat,” Rodney said softly. Without thinking, Thomas sat back down onto the stool. When he did this, Rodney walked back over to the door, closing it. Rodney said with a grin before walking back over to his classmate’s father. Once there, he kneeled down and proceeded to reach for one of Tom’s boots. Tom instinctively pulled his foot back just slightly, but with some hesitation, he ultimately allowed the teenager to continue on. Rodney grasped the man’s large foot and began to unlace it. He then tugged it off with ease, setting it onto the floor just beside Zachary’s bag. He repeated this action with the other foot. Tom sat there quietly, feeling the cool tiles through his dampened socks. Rodney then sat down on the cold, hard ground and scooted closer. He then pulled both of Tom’s feet into his lap and proceeded to remove his socks just as he had before, and he began to resume the massage. While it did feel nice, Tom just stared down at the teenager with furrowed brows as he began to wonder what Zachary was thinking, wondering if he had even made it outside yet. Surely he had. “You look so tense, Mr. F,” Rodney commented as he kneaded the balls of Tom’s feet with his thumbs. “Relax.” “I’d just rather be outside with my son watching the students and faculty make fools of themselves,” Tom sneered. “Oh, really? Is that what they do at these things?” Rodney asked. “Yeah, skits, smashing pies in each other’s faces…” “How would you know?” Rodney asked, his tone becoming much cockier. “Because I was at the last one,” Tom snapped back. “Oh, were you now?” Rodney asked, grinning sheepishly as he continued to massage Tom’s feet, “Because my friend, Kimberly, told me that you were with her in the girl’s locker room during the last pep rally.” Tom’s eyes widened, and his face suddenly turned a bright crimson. He felt his heart rate suddenly spike. “Wh-That’s a lie!” Tom growled. He went to yank his feet away, but once again, Rodney held onto them. “We both know it’s true,” Rodney said, “Don’t worry, `daddy’. Your secret’s safe with me.” “How do you know?” Tom asked. “She’s my best friend,” Rodney laughed, “We tell each other everything.” “Does anyone else know?” Rodney shook his head. “No, just you, me, and K.” Tom didn’t know what to say. As far as he was concerned, he was screwed. Deep down, he had come in hopes of recreating that moment with Kimberly, but now that he knew she was going around telling people, he couldn’t help but feel like he was in deep shit. “So, I have a question for you, Mr. F,” Rodney said, “How come you pulled your feet away from me when I licked your toe in the cafeteria? Was it because Zach was there?” “Well, there was that and the hundred other students around,” Tom replied. “I understand. You like your privacy, just like all those years ago behind the storage building.” Rodney said. etimesgut escort “So, that was you?” “Mhm…” Rodney smiled. “So, now that we’re alone, I was thinking maybe we could do it again, like old times.” Tom said nothing. Rodney took this as a sign to go ahead, and brought Tom’s left foot to his lips. He opened his mouth, giving the man’s toes a home in his warm, inviting mouth. As he tenderly sucked on Tom’s big toe and the toe adjacent to it, he slid his tongue in between them, moaning softly. Tom would watch on with quiet discomfort, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder at the door to make sure no one was there. The teenager then lifted the foot higher, taking a long, hard lick from Tom’s heel all the way up to the tips of his toes. He repeated his action, this time flickering the tip of his tongue against the center of Tom’s sole. This resulted in a small giggle from the older male. “Ticklish?” Rodney asked. “Yeah, a little,” Tom admitted. Rodney grinned wickedly and moved his fingertips to Tom’s sole. “No… don’t e…” Before Tom could even finish that sentence, Rodney began to attack his sensitive soles with his fingertips, keeping his arm locked around his ankle, so he couldn’t pull away. Tom began to laugh wildly, kicking his foot, desperate to break free. Fortunately, Rodney eased up on him and went back to tasting, giving the tops of his toes gentle pecks. Meanwhile, he shifted forward, allowing Tom’s foot to fall over his crotch. Tom sat upright, feeling Rodney’s cock stiffen against his toes. Once again, he tried to pull away but to no avail. “Calm down,” Rodney spoke softly before giving his foot another kiss. He sat the man’s foot down momentarily, resting it on his knee. This was Tom’s chance to escape the situation, but much to his surprise, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to move his feet from the boy’s lap, even as he watched him begin to unzip his pants. Was it out of shock, was he too good of a person to want to risk hurting the boy’s feelings, or was it that deep down, he was interested in seeing where this would go? Before he had a chance to process these thoughts, Rodney’s cock sprung out from his blue skinny jeans; it was cut and erect, standing at just over six inches. Still, he kept his feet where they were, one resting in his lap just inches from his cock and the other on his knee. “What do you say?” Rodney asked. “For old times’ sake.” Thomas didn’t know what to say. He just gazed down at the boy’s erect member, contemplating what he should do. He knew that this whole situation was wrong, so very wrong, and yet he no longer had the strength to pull out. Rodney looked up at him, his dark eyes meeting Tom’s pale blue orbs. Thomas sighed and took a moment to think. Once he had gotten his thoughts together, he looked back down at the boy and slid his feet forward, encasing his cock between his toes. Rodney smiled. Tom began to work the boy’s cock, moving his toes up and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace. This appeared to be working for Rodney, as he let out a small gasp. “Oh yes, daddy,” the boy moaned. The single father kept it up, feeling the boy’s cock pulsate against his toes. Rodney reached down, grasping his ankles encouraging this. The boy’s breathing began to escalate, and Tom wasn’t sure whether or not he was close, but then Rodney had lifted his right foot, bringing it to his lips to suck on his toe; he shifted Tom’s left foot inward, forcing his in between his toes, bucking his hips upward. “Look, I-I gotta go,” Thomas started, “Zachary’s waiting for me.” “He can wait,” Rodney moaned against his foot. Thomas had absolutely nothing to say about that, and Rodney went back to sucking his toes whilst fucking his free foot. Thomas pressed his foot against him resulting in another moan from the boy. Before he knew it, Rodney began to erupt, pumping load after load onto his foot. He watched as the boy’s seed began to trickle downward, dripping off his heel onto the boy’s jeans. Rodney’s moans were stifled by the toes stuffed in his mouth, and he began to slow himself to a halt. For a moment, he kept Tom’s toes in his mouth before eventually allowing them to fall out. He looked up at him, grinning ear to ear. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked. He then lifted the man’s foot to his mouth again and began to lick his warm, sticky load from the top of his foot. He missed the bit dripping down the side, but he clearly wasn’t too concerned about that. He looked up etlik escort at his classmate’s father once more. “Thank you,” he said softly as he shoved his cock back into his pants. He then got back up to his knees and shuffled forward, just between Tom’s legs. “So, I wanna repay you,” he said, “I’ve been wanting to for so long.” “What do you mean?” Tom asked quietly. Rodney moved his hands to the man’s knees and pried his legs apart. “If you don’t mind..” He added. By this point, Tom was no longer in control. Rodney was. And he looked down at his own crotch, suddenly realizing that he was hard himself. He didn’t know what to do. He felt he should cut it off right there and then, but at the same time, he already had the teenager’s cum drying on his foot. Taking a deep breath, he reached down, beginning to unzip his pants. Rodney smiled as he watched Tom pull his cock out, also cut and erect to its full length of ten inches. “There we go,” Rodney said with a smile, “Don’t be so afraid. I won’t bite.” Tom nodded, much to his dismay, and the boy moved on, grasping his length with his smooth, delicate hand, before taking it into his mouth. He started off by paying close attention to the head, wrapping his lips around it and teasing it with his tongue. He then opened his mouth and began to flick the tip of his tongue against the frenulum. This alone sent waves through the older man’s body, and he curled his toes, feeling a couple of the toes on his right foot stick together from the cum the boy failed to clean up. Rodney then dove downward, taking Tom’s cock in deeper, the base of his tongue sliding against the underside of the man’s shaft; Tom could feel his tip punch the back of the boy’s throat. The man bit his lip, attempting to stifle any potential moans in fear that someone could still be lurking around out in the halls. Hell, for all he knew, Zachary could still be out there waiting for him. That’s when the boy brought his other hand forward, caressing his balls. “Oh fuck,” Tom moaned out. He brought both hands forward, placing them at each end of the boy’s head, guiding him down further, pushing past his throat. Rodney began to gag, but he didn’t fight back, for he was loving every second of this. Rodney flickered his eyes upward, maintaining eye contact with Tom as he continued to guide his head up and down, up and down. Before long, Tom’s grasp on his hair tightened; he could feel the pressure building up within himself and knew that he was close. Rodney assisted him by moving with him, continued to gently grasp onto his sack. “I’m gonna cum,” Tom hissed. He expected Rodney to pull away, but to his surprise, he kept on going, making sure to finish him off. And then, Tom began to cum. He held Rodney’s head still, and the boy’s cheeks began to puff out. In an instant, his mouth was filled with the man’s milky seed, some of it leaking down his throat. Rodney welcomed this, swallowing every drop, bobbing his head as he made sure the man was completely relieved. Tom opened his eyes and stared down at the boy who now allowed his cock to fall past his lips, using his tongue to lap up anything that managed to seep out. Using Tom’s knees as leverage, he hoisted himself back up to his feet and leaned down, surprising Zachary’s dad with a kiss on the lips. Tom accepted the kiss, moving his hand to the back of the boy’s head, deepening it. “Told you you’d be alright,” Rodney said. Tom sat there quietly, taking a moment to process all of this. As wrong as it felt, he couldn’t help but want more. The moment he snapped out of the thought, he leaned down, gathering his boots and his socks, putting them back on. Rodney watched on, running the tip of his index finger along his plump lips. Tom then stood up, zippering his pants. Suddenly, he reverted back to avoiding any eye contact with the boy. However, he did glance back as he noticed the boy reach down, lifting Zachary’s bag up from the floor. “What are you doing?” Tom asked. Rodney said nothing as he opened the bag, fishing out a notebook and a pen. He sat the notebook down onto the wooden table and flipped it open, beginning to scribble something down onto one of the clean pages. As he finished, he tore the page out, carefully placed the notebook and pen back into the back and set it on the floor where it once was. He then folded the piece of paper into a tiny square and kneeled down, lifting Tom’s pant leg before stuffing the note deep into his sock. Tom remained silent, allowing him to do what he had to do, and just like that, Rodney was off. But before he stepped outside of the room, he looked back at Tom, winking. Before he knew it it, Rodney was gone. Without hesitation, Tom quickly retrieved the note from his sock and opened it up, finding that Rodney had written down his personal cell number. End of chapter two.

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