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WARNING: The following story has a young character taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

All Maxed Out

It had been over a month since fifteen-year-old Max Goof and his dad Goofy crashed Powerline’s big concert in Los Angeles and received a standing ovation from the crowd. After the two returned to their hometown of Spoonerville, Illinois, Goofy bought a light green, mint-condition 1977 AMC Pacer to replace the same yellow Pacer that exploded from all its mishaps during his and Max’s cross-country adventure. On this particular summer day in the quiet neighborhood, Max was in his bedroom catching up on his summer reading while listening to Powerline’s second album on his Walkman. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door fly open to reveal Goofy tumbling to the floor, leaving the fourth load of clean laundry scattered everywhere. Max paused the Walkman, set it down, and removed the headphones that came with it.

“Wowee!” exclaimed Goofy as he stood up. “Heya Maxie! A-hyuck! I finally managed to find all these clothes o’ yours.”

“Thanks Pop,” replied Max, looking at the clean clothes. “Aww, they were already folded! But then again, I’m perfectly cool with refolding them.”

“Say, ya wanna do a couple favors for yer old man?”

“Sure, I’m all ears.”

“I know you’re way ahead on your summer reading and all, so I thought you could help me out when ya get a chance.”

“Can I fold my clothes and put them away first?” asked Max.

“I don’t see why not, a-hyuck, we’ve got plenty of time,” said Goofy.

“Cool, see ya then!” said Max as he winked at his dad, who closed the door as he left. After he neatly folded his laundry and put it away in his chest of drawers and his closet, he and Goofy left the house and jumped in the car to run some errands around Spoonerville. Their first stop was to help unload some extra furniture into Goofy’s best friend Pete’s house.

“About time, Goof!” said Pete as the Goofs arrived.

“Our attic’s been awful cluttered for the longest time,” said Goofy.

“Much more than ours!”

“Where’s PJ?”

“Oh, he’s been doing some sort of audio/video project thing with Bobby.”

“Something big?” asked Goofy.

“Ask Maxie boy,” said Pete.

Max walked to the trailer attached to the back of the car and popped it open. Several wooden chairs started falling out from being placed haphazardly in the trailer, but thankfully none were broken. “Dad, how’d you manage to keep everything intact with all these disorganized chairs?” he asked.

“The magic touch, sonny boy, a-hyuck!” replied Goofy with a wink and a thumbs up.

“Do you mean the Midas touch, Mr. Goof?” asked Pete’s wife Peg.

“Well, my dad doesn’t necessarily work at Midas, Mrs. P,” said Max.

“You do know I’m only kidding, right sweetie?”

“Gawrsh, I certainly do,” said Max as he then suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to become embarrassed from that interjection. But then again, he didn’t need to worry since he was much more respected by everyone at school and around town. Especially when his crush Roxanne Chevalier confessed her feelings for him since his first “a-hyuck” in her presence. After moving the chairs into the Petes’ dining room, Max helped his father move an old couch into the basement, along with some other pieces of furniture and a dusty billiard table.

“Time to pick up some upgraded fishin’ equipment at the sporting goods store,” said Goofy as the two got back into the Pacer and drove off.

“We’re not going on yet another fishing trip out of state, are we?” asked Max.

“D’oh, of course not. A-hyuck! I’ve been on muh feet all these days and they need some comfort ’n’ relaxation. I assume the same’d go for your feet too!”

At the mention of the word “feet”, Max took a peek at Goofy’s big shoes. Mmmm, feet, he thought. If only I had the courage to admit my foot fetish to Dad and have a go at his bare feet.

“Oh, I guess you’re right Dad,” he said out loud, chuckling. “What sort of fishing equipment did you want upgraded?”

“Reels, rods, bait ’n’ tackle, the whole shebang!” said Goofy enthusiastically. “The Perfect Cast will be even easier to execute!”

“After that, maybe we could—” Max gasped. “Oh shoot! I’ve also gotta head over to Bobby’s and drop off some speakers and tapes for the Spoonerville Summer Homegrown Contest!”

“The what-a-doodle?”

“It’s a competition featuring local unsigned rock bands that’s been held annually since 1983.”

“Not as big as that Powerline guy, huh?”

“No, I said these bands are unsigned,” said Max. “Meaning they’re not signed to a major record label. But they are gonna be on a compilation album on CD and cassette.”

Once Goofy bought his new fishing gear, he and Max hurried back home so that the latter could grab the audio/video equipment and the demo tapes, then drove over to Max’s friend Bobby Zimuruski’s house. Max walked down the driveway towards the back of the house.

“Bobby, where are ya man?” he called out.

“In the cosmic studio, dude!” replied Bobby in his laid-back Southern Californian accent. He was sitting at his Power Macintosh desktop computer and examining pieces of artwork that were submitted for him to choose one to be used for the cover of the compilation album. The radio in the room was playing classic rock hits.

“Are these the speakers you wanted?” asked Max.

“You got that right, bruh,” said Bobby, adjusting his sunglasses. “And the tape-age too! Yowza!”

“And that’s the entirety of the tapes that’ve been sent in for listening? Including the tapes that you already have?”

Bobby snapped his fingers. “Gnarlyyy! I bet a great majority of these are in the harder side of the rock spectrum.”

“Sounds very promising,” said Max. “I’ll come over another day and we’ll dive deeper into listening to these up-and-coming bands.”

“Count on it,” said Bobby.

During the drive home, Max took a look at his dad’s big brown shoes working the gas and brake pedals. He was getting more and more excited along the way, his penis growing hard in his jeans from the very thought of those ten plump, black, Egyptian-style toes and nicely shaped soles he had seen many times before, but had never spoken up to Goofy about it. But Max ensured in his mind that all that would change once they got home to relax. When they did get home, Max found the right moment to pop an idea as he walked in the front door of the house.

“Hoo boy, sure is a hot one today,” he said.

“Workin’ up a sweat there, a-hyuck!” replied Goofy.

“Wanna hang out in the backyard or something?”

“Oh Maxie, that’s a mighty fine idea! I’ll meet ya out back.”

Taking an ice cold bottled water with him, Max twanged open the back screen door to the yard and plopped onto the lush green grass. The radiant sun shone straight onto his gentle, smiling, buck-toothed face, just like his dad’s. There was only the faintest sign of wind alongside the heat of the day. Sweat started to trickle down his forehead as he took a deep, relaxing breath. The next minute, Goofy joined him, laying next to him with one leg over the other. Max fanned his forehead with his white-gloved hand and tugged back and forth on his red hoodie.

“Hey, uh, Dad?” he asked.

“Whatcha need, Max?” said Goofy.

“I don’t need anything, I just wanna tell you that, uhhh…”

“Tell me that what?”

“I-I…I love seeing you when you’re barefoot,” said Max, almost swallowing his words.

Goofy laughed. “Why didn’t cha tell your ol’ daddy before?”

“I thought you’d call me weird for liking your feet.”

“We’re already weird, the two of us.” Goofy instantly took his shoes and socks off, revealing his massive black bare feet and toes. They were sweatier than usual thanks to being in his shoes since early morning. Max felt his bulge start growing again, almost as if it was begging to be set free into the open air.

“I’m burning up in these clothes,” he said, fanning himself some more.

“Feel free to be naked as the day you were born, a-hyuck!” said Goofy with a smile and a wink.

Max’s face turned almost as red as a tomato. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Naked means naked. In fact, you’re welcome to be naked around me whenever you want, long as it’s just us two sexy boys.”

“…Thank you,” whispered Max as he started to disrobe. First went his shoes and white socks, revealing his size twelve-and-a-half bare feet, also Egyptian style and beautifully shaped just like Goofy’s size sixteens. Then his hoodie, then his jeans, and finally his thin underwear, showing off every inch of his skinny naked body. “Hey Goofy daddy.”

“How ya feel, sexy Maxie?” asked his father.

“Sexy to the max, ‘cause Max is my name!”

Goofy took his shirt off and wiggled all ten of his toes. “All maxed out for muh big feet?”

“Mmm-hmm, time for phase one.” Max removed his gloves so that he could truly experience how his father’s feet felt, then started to glide a finger along the soles. The black skin of Goofy’s feet was steamy and sweaty to the touch, and soon enough Max found himself kneading the soles with his thumbs on the balls, then down to the heels, then the arches, then the balls and toes at the same time. Goofy’s toenails were perfectly neat and tidy for a funny man like him. Max inhaled deeply onto the soles and toes, taking in the rich stink they accumulated from being enclosed in those working-man shoes and thick socks. After two more minutes, Max took a swift lick along the entirety of the soles, then did the same horizontally across the toes. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time, almost like kettle corn. Max took several more big licks with a grin on his face, then dried off the soles with a beach towel. He sucked on each and every plump toe for about three minutes, long enough so that they wouldn’t look pruny. Once his toes were dry, Goofy decided he should have a turn with his hands, nose, and tongue on his son’s adorable feet. Shedding his gloves as well, he gently held those tootsies with his big, manly, black hands and kissed each meaty sole, making Max giggle and blush.

“Thanks Dad,” he said.

“Thank yer daddy when the playtime’s drawin’ to a close,” said Goofy, “‘cause we have more in store.”

Max twitched his circumcised black penis as his dad lovingly massaged and smelled his feet. “How’s the smell?”

“Woooowee!” hooted Goofy. “Did ya wear a stinky pair o’ socks you originally wore a few days ago?”

“Sure did, I’m so proud to make my feet stinky,” said Max.

“Time for a footy tongue bath!” Goofy playfully stuck his tongue out and quickly licked all over Max’s big soles and heels, saving the toes for last. The sensation from the licking made Max laugh pretty darn hard as he wiggled his ten sexy toes. Contrary to Goofy’s feet, the flavor of Max’s feet leaned more toward an aged Parmesan. “I saw that yer pee pee was hard before you even took yer ol’ stuffy clothes off.”

“And still is,” said Max as he made his penis twitch again. “All for your feet!”

“Wanna…rub your pee pee on them?”

Max instantly lit up with excitement. “You’re…you’re offering?”

“Well, a-hyuck, I did say you’re welcome to be naked around me at any time,” said Goofy, “and have sex with muh biiiiig feet!”

“Ooooh…” The black tip of Max’s penis made contact with the smooth soles and rubbed against them, up and down, up and down. Goofy laid back and smiled at his son’s intense lust as he wiggled his toes on the head of his teenage son’s erect pee pee. He scratched the crotch area of his slim blue jeans, getting horny himself. Max was engaged in some sexy panting with an equally sexy look on his face as he kept humping slowly and rhythmically.

“Lookin’ a little pink in the face there, Maxie boy,” said Goofy.

“Dad, I think, I think I’m gonna do a Perfect Cast right onto your bare feet!” replied Max.

“Oh gawrsh, then do it, do that Perfect Cast of semen for your daddy’s feet ’n’ toes!”

And just like that, Max unleashed several streams of his warm teenage semen which landed on his dad’s feet and jeans. Goofy chuckled in response, relieved that one of his son’s best dreams had come true. Once Max caught his breath and Goofy wiped off the semen, he sat and leaned against a tree and flaunted his stinky soles at his father, who stripped his jeans and undies off without warning.

“Your penis looks pretty much the same as mine,” said Max, “only larger.”

“Like father, like son,” replied Goofy. “Foot rubbin’ time for muh pee pee!”

“Enjoy,” said Max with a wink.

Goofy’s penis gradually closed in on his son’s soles until it touched the balls and toes together, similar to how the latter started with his penis. It glided across the toes as they wiggled to tickle it, then painted the balls and arches with glossy precum. Max almost felt as if he was the best customer at a foot massage and pedicure parlor. His father then started humping the entirety of the soles, tops, and toes, albeit at a slightly faster speed. His breathing turned into doglike panting, much faster than Max’s sexy calm panting. He playfully wiggled his bottom as his penis experienced different angles and positions on those young teenage feet.

“Gettin’ tingly!” said Goofy in pure lust. “Time to cum, time to cum, time to cum!”

“C’mon, Goofy daddy,” replied Max teasingly. “Blow a well-deserved load for your boy.”

“AAAAAAAHOOHOOHOOHOO!” yelped Goofy in his trademark laugh as he shot out his thick fatherly cum like a big cannon, all over Max’s soles.

“What a goofy first footjob for the Goof clan,” said Max as he used a spare towel on his feet, “and many, many more to come.”

“Oh, so that’s what that’s called, a-hyuck! Never heard that word before.”

“Heh, it’s definitely not from your day. A-hyuck.” Max clasped his hands over his mouth yet again, then took them off. “Oh right, I remember, everyone doesn’t mind that little tic I got from you.”

“That’s what makes us both Goofs.”

“Goofy Goof and Max Goof,” said Max, gesturing back and forth. “I love you so much, Dad. To the moon and back.”

“Gawrsh, I love ya too, Maxie,” said Goofy as he hugged his son. Together they basked in the warm sunlight in the backyard, their shiny black bodies as naked and natural as ever, before getting dressed again and heading out for lunch.

The End