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

Superslumberparty

All week long, eleven-year-old Oliver Medford was overly excited. During lunch at school on Monday, his classmate and friend Matt Porter walked up to him and handed him a neatly taped and folded sheet of paper, giving a smile and a wink as he then walked away. Oliver peeled off the tape and carefully unfolded the paper, revealing something in Matt’s handwriting. It said:

My buddy Oliver,

I’d been deep in thought over the weekend about something. I love the fact that we both accept each other’s shortcomings, that we share some of the same interests, that you stand up for me whenever I’m being bullied, and that you offer the highest level of comfort whenever I feel sad. Even though I’m not officially part of the Minimighty Squad like you are, I’m still honored to be one of your best friends, in many more ways than one. I’ve never attended a sleepover before, let alone hosted one. Thus, I want to cordially invite you to my very first sleepover at my house Friday night, along with a few other classmates. I spoke to my dad and he happily gave me permission. We’ll have video games, board games, music, pizza, and desserts. I wrote my address in the other invitations, but I know you have it written in your phone’s address book. RSVP by Thursday afternoon if you’re interested, and plan to arrive by 6:30 p.m. on Friday at the latest.

~Matt

“Oh yes, count me in!” said Oliver.

“What is it Oliver?” asked Greg Shelton, one of Oliver’s Minimighty Squad mates.

“Matt’s inviting me to his first sleepover ever.”

“Really?” asked Ivan Atkins.

Oliver nodded yes. “Mmm-hmm. It’s my first one too. I’m so sorry you guys didn’t receive an invitation.”

“Th-that’s okay Oliver,” said Mary-Ann Winston.

“I’m not surprised that you’re getting more attention outside the Minimighty Squad,” said Eleanor Diller. “You totally came out of your shell from the moment you taught Lucien the hard way not to bug Little Louis for his snacks.”

“You’re exactly right Eleanor,” said Oliver, snapping his fingers. “It’s like the day before I was a mere helpless caterpillar, just inching slowly and being stepped over and bumped around. Then when I was Superinvisible for a few hours, that was my cocoon. Finally, after everyone started to notice me again, I became a beautiful butterfly that now brightens the hearts and souls of the citizens of Willowdale.” As he said that, his hands emulated a butterfly flapping its wings.

“And a social butterfly at that,” said Greg.

“Did Matt mention if you could bring whatever you want to his place?” asked Nathan Jones.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I could ask him just in case,” said Oliver.

“Of course,” said Eleanor. “You can ask him as many questions as you want about the sleepover before then, knowing how amiable he is.”

Friday morning finally came, and Oliver stopped at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf on the way to school to buy two medium ice blended drinks — one caramel for his teacher Ms. Lambert at her request, and one white chocolate for himself. When the bell rang, all the kids entered the classroom, where Ms. Lambert was writing her lesson plan on the blackboard.

“Good morning Ms. Lambert,” said Oliver. “Got your usual.”

“Why, thank you so much Oliver,” replied Ms. Lambert. “Just set it down on my desk for me.”

“My pleasure.” The white dog boy placed the caramel drink on a coaster at the teacher’s desk and made his way to his own desk, using a napkin from the coffee shop as a makeshift coaster for his drink. The P.A. system played the morning announcements, starting with the recital of the Pledge of Allegiance and a moment of silence before the class sat down.

“Alright, good morning class!” said Ms. Lambert, turning to her students as their voices died down. “Happy Friday to you all. First things first, we have a major vocabulary and grammar test today. After our morning recess, we’ll dive deeper into the Watergate scandal, which of course led to Nixon’s resignation. As far as math is concerned, we’ll move on to advanced geometric figures. We’ll take our nice, long lunch break, and as you all know, you can eat in the lunchroom or pick something up from one of the nearby restaurants, as long as you’re able to come back to class on time. Afterwards, on the subject of science, we’ll split into groups and do a fun hands-on experiment with rhizomes—”

Everyone turned toward the hallway windows and saw their monkey classmate Jimmy Rojas romping around in the hall and blaring “Safe 2 Say (The Incredible)” by Fat Joe through his cell phone speaker, all the while with gangsta hand gestures.

“One second kids, I’ve gotta take care of this,” said Ms. Lambert. She then walked quickly to the door and flung it open. “JIMMYYYYYYY!!” she bellowed across the hall.

“Ms. Lambert!” said Jimmy as he paused the music and skipped toward the classroom. “I was just about to turn it off!”

“From the way you were dancing, I don’t think you were!” replied the teacher with her hands on her hips. “You just wasted five minutes out of my class! Hand me your phone, mister!”

“I’ll just put it in my pocket!” said Jimmy.

Ms. Lambert closed the classroom door and beckoned with her finger. “I said hand it over.” After a few seconds, the monkey boy took a deep breath and gave his teacher the cell phone before the latter took it to her desk. “Causing a disruption in the hall spells a book report for you to do over the weekend, Jimmy. All while the rest of the class gets to rest and relax with no homework. And by the way, that tardy I’m marking down for you? That brings you to a total of three tardies in the last couple weeks.”

“Aw man! When can I get my phone back?”

“You can pick it up from student affairs after school. There’s a time and a place for cell phones during school hours. Recess and lunch. Let Oliver be an example to you. He never uses his phone during class.”

Jimmy glanced at Oliver, who closed his eyes and nodded in agreement at what Ms. Lambert said.

“Teacher’s pet,” he muttered as he walked past Oliver’s desk to his own.

Ms. Lambert took a deep breath and lightened back up. “Anyway, it’s time to take our vocab and grammar test. Please clear your desks and we’ll get started. If you leave your name off, that subtracts ten points off your test grade. Five point curve unless a cell phone goes off. When you’re finished with your test, just raise your hand and I’ll collect it from you.”

The testing period took approximately forty-five minutes. Oliver read each question carefully and breezed through the entire test, sipping his coffee drink as he went along. Around noon, lunchtime arrived, and Oliver picked up his food from Urban Cookhouse and brought it back to the school lunchroom. He sat with his Minimighty Squad mates as usual, chatting along with them as they all ate. During afternoon recess, the white dog boy sat down on a bench and jotted down a list of items to bring to the sleepover just in case. Once school let out, Oliver went straight home and packed two bags, one for his pajamas and a fresh change of clothes, and another for his valuables and a couple of board games in case anyone at the sleepover was interested. Neither of his parents had time to drive him to Matt’s house — his dad had to work late, and his mom had plans to go out to dinner and a movie with some of her lady friends — so he called Matt to see about a means of transportation.

“Hi Oliver,” said Matt as he answered the phone.

“Hi Matt,” replied Oliver. “Listen, I’m getting ready to head over to your place, but both of my parents are gonna be busy and not a lot of buses operate around your neighborhood. Would it be—”

“My dad and I are out driving and we’re actually close to where you live. We’ll swing by and pick you up.”

“You’re the best Matt, thanks a bunch! I’ll see you then.”

A few minutes later, Matt and his dad Darius pulled up at Oliver’s house in an aqua 1996 Dodge Neon sedan, beeping the horn twice. Oliver bade goodbye to his mother Essie and walked out the door to meet the two Dalmatians.

“Need a hand with those bags Oliver?” asked Matt as he stepped out of the front passenger seat. “The driver’s side of the back seat is a little messy with papers and such, so I can put them in the trunk if that’s okay.”

“That would be great Matt, I appreciate the help,” replied Oliver as his friend unlocked the trunk with a spare key and loaded the bags. As soon as the trunk was closed and relocked, the white dog boy got into the back seat while the Dalmatian boy got back into his seat, and Darius put the car in first gear before driving off. The exhaust emitted a sporty engine sound, and Oliver could feel the cool air conditioning.

“Whatcha think of my dad’s ride?” asked Matt.

“Definitely wasn’t expecting something like this,” said Oliver, running a finger on the seat. “The cloth interior is so soft and comfy, I love the colorful abstract ‘90s pattern on the seats, and it’s a smooth zippy ride thanks to a manual transmission.” He took a sniff of the air. “Mmmmm, it even has that new car smell from its time.”

“It’s a shame you don’t see many first-gen Neons on the street anymore,” said Darius. “A lot of owners didn’t maintain them very well, let alone replace the head gasket after a certain mileage. That’s why the Neon in general has been viewed as an unreliable car.”

“However, this example, model year 1996, is a rare exception,” said Matt.

“How did it manage to survive for that long?” asked Oliver.

“High quality parts and doses of TLC,” said Darius.

“Are you the original owner, Darius?”

“Hehe, I wish.” The Dalmatian dad turned on the car’s stereo system. “How about some tunes, boys?”

“Righteous!” said Oliver. “What’s currently on tap?”

“I have Radiohead’s The Bends album on my playlist.”

“It’s so hard to choose a favorite cut off that album,” said Matt as he slightly raised the volume.

As several ‘90s alternative rock songs played through the speakers and Darius worked the stick shift, the car zoomed through a tunnel and onto the freeway. The exit ramp for Matt’s suburb, Deercrest, was approximately five to ten miles away from downtown Willowdale. The trio drove down a few more busy streets, past used car lots, fast food drive-thrus, and a row of electricity pylons, and under a low-clearance railroad bridge, giving the suburb an industrial feel. They turned into a quiet residential neighborhood and soon reached their destination, pulling into the front driveway. The Porters’ house was a charming deep-red brick split-level on a cul-de-sac. Once the car was unloaded, Matt unlocked the front door and stepped inside, followed by Oliver and Darius. Wacky interior decor and family photos adorned the walls and tables, and soft blue carpeting stretched across the living room and dining room. A beaded curtain gave way to a garish yet inviting kitchen with original green Tetris-esque linoleum flooring and a harvest gold refrigerator with contrasting dark handles. Oliver could smell the aroma of patchouli incense permeating the middle level of the house.

“You know Matt,” he said, “I have always loved how much character your house has. It’s like a true time capsule.”

“Preserving the original interior of a 1970s split-level just makes it all cozy,” said Matt.

“Are you guys in the mood for a snack?” asked Darius. “We have a bunch of popcorn in the pantry.”

“Well, the idea is nice, but we might wanna wait until the rest of the sleepover guests arrive,” said Oliver. “I am a little thirsty though. Got any sodas?”

“You bet we do, more than enough for everyone to last the whole night. They’re in the fridge.”

Oliver opened the fridge and found several varieties of ice cold cans of soda, ultimately taking a Mountain Dew Baja Blast while Matt took a Mr. Pibb. “Here’s to the best of friends, and to Matt’s first sleepover,” he said, opening his soda and toasting cans with his Dalmatian buddy before they each took a sip. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

“Matt, would you mind getting the door for me?” asked Darius.

“It’s probably one of our guests.” Matt walked to the door and answered it to reveal Alex Thomas, a lion boy with a spiky tuft of blond hair, wearing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, red pants, and white boots, along with a pair of sunglasses. “Alex! So glad you’re here, come on in!”

“Hahaha, hey Matt, thanks!” replied Alex as he removed his sunglasses and walked into the house. “My mom just dropped me off.”

“Howdy there Alex!” said Oliver, high-fiving the lion boy. “The more guests, the merrier!”

“You said it man,” said Alex. “I heard there’s gonna be some music tonight, so I…I…”

“What happened?” asked Matt.

“I was gonna bring my Strat but I forgot it at home! Darn it!”

“Not to worry, I have a couple guitars in the basement.”

“Are we expecting anyone else?” asked Oliver.

“Jake is riding his bike from one of the nearby suburbs, and Gaetan is taking an Uber,” said Matt.

Jake Selby, a grayish-purple dolphin boy wearing a sherpa hat, arrived a few minutes later, panting heavily from all that pedaling on his BMX bike. After walking in, he propped the bike off to the side in the breezeway. Soon after, a black Mercedes S-Class pulled up in front of the house, and out stepped a tall, tan greyhound boy in a white polo, blue jeans, and brown shoes. This was Gaetan DeBevoise, the spoiled son of the secretary of Willowdale’s French consulate.

“Hello sunshine babes!” he said as he and Matt joined the other three in the downstairs family room.

“It’s Gaetan!” said Oliver. “Did you bring your scooter this time?”

“Scooters aren’t really the type to be ridden in the house,” said Gaetan. “But one thing’s for sure, I’ll have a ball!”

“Speaking of things that go,” said Jake, “my mom wouldn’t put up with me being the slacker that I wanna be, so she made me take my bike and pedal all the way here from East Wickford.”

“I’m sure you were taught a good lesson there Jake,” said Matt. “Being your slacker self is fine, as long as you do it at the proper time. You can’t necessarily have everything done for you. That’s why we have arms and legs, hands and feet, you know?”

“You’re right Matt, I should be active more often.”

“Looks like the gang’s all here!” said Darius. “Wanna break out some board games if anyone’s interested?”

“Oooh, which ones do you have?” asked Alex.

Matt went over to a shelf containing stacks upon stacks of board games. “Let’s see,” he said. “We’ve got Clue, Parcheesi, Scrabble, Cranium, Uno…”

“I brought a card game from Nigeria called Whot,” said Gaetan, holding up a boxed deck of cards with unusual suits. “It’s very similar to Uno and crazy eights, though it’s best played with two people.”

“I was kind of thinking one where all five of us are playing together,” said Matt, “or six if you count my dad.”

“Or two people could play one game while the rest of us watch,” said Oliver.

“And then we could switch games if we want. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Oliver thought for a second. “Actually, why don’t we start out with four of us playing Parcheesi?”

“Oh yeah, that way we can give the fifth person a try in the second round,” said Jake.

“Count me in!” said Gaetan.

“Parcheesi it is then!” said Matt as he set up the game.

For the next forty-five minutes, four of the five boys were engaged in a fast-paced race to see who could get all of their pawns around the board and into the home space first, and Oliver emerged as the winner. Of course they had to play another whole round, and this time Alex won the game. Next, Matt and Gaetan played a round of Whot on the coffee table. It seemed as if the greyhound boy was getting fairly close to winning the game by playing cards that made his opponent draw more cards from the stack in the middle. But then…

“Pick three,” said Matt, discarding a five of squares.

Gaetan drew three more cards from the stack.

Matt immediately put down another card. “Pick another three.”

“Golly!” said Gaetan as he once again drew three cards.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if we just used a regular deck of Bicycle brand playing cards?” asked Jake.

“Shhh,” shushed Matt as he placed a Whot card in the discard pile. “Crosses,” he added, naming the suit for the next eligible card to be played. Gaetan, finding no cross cards in his hands, had no other option but to draw another card. Now Matt got really lucky.

“Pick two, pick seven, check up!” he declared proudly, slamming his last three cards into the discard pile.

“You’re not Superbadsport again, are you?” asked Gaetan. “This is one of the very few times I’ve lost in this game.”

“Course not, buddy!” replied Matt, patting the greyhound’s shoulder. “Good game!” Turning to the others, he then asked, “Who’s up for some Team Fortress 2 on my Xbox Series X?”

“One of my absolute favorites!” said Alex excitedly. “Are you usually RED or BLU for your team?”

Matt started up the Xbox and loaded the game. “RED for sure. Which mode should we play?”

“Do Payload,” said Oliver. “Or Mann Vs. Machine.”

“Mann Vs. Machine is a true five-star laugh riot, especially when I play as the Heavy Weapons Guy,” chuckled Matt.

Everyone huddled around Matt and Alex as their player characters gathered up resources and ammo, preparing for a chaotic shoot-em-up frenzy. The first wave of enemy robots raided the base, and the two boys mashed buttons and triggers to kill them all. Alex’s Scout ran around the base with melee attacks here and there. At the same time, Matt’s Heavy Weapons Guy taunted the robots in his thick Russian accent and unleashed a storm of bullets with his minigun, annihilating at least five of them every few seconds. Robotic body parts flew around with slapstick physics, resulting in hearty laughter from the five boys. The gameplay continued until the thirtieth wave, when they heard Darius’ voice from the kitchen.

“Who wants pizza?” he asked, carrying a stack of bright yellow pizza boxes and placing each box side by side on a table. “Straight from Hungry Howie’s! Come and get it while it’s hot and fresh!”

The boys cheered in response and each grabbed a few slices from three types of pizza — straight-up cheese, pepperoni, and barbecue chicken, plus some sodas from the fridge. Of course there was always room for seconds. After dinner, Oliver and his friends went down to the finished basement, where two drum sets — one acoustic, and one vintage electronic from the 1980s with pentagonal red pads — stood close to one of the walls. Matt showed off his amazing drumming talent on both drum sets, especially the electronic set since he used it for his and Oliver’s band N-Visible, of which Alex was also a member as the rhythm guitarist. Since the band was planning to go into the studio soon to record a cassette album, Oliver and Alex joined in with vocals and guitar, respectively, and gave Jake and Gaetan a little taste of what some of those songs would sound like. About half an hour later, an aroma of freshly baked fudgy brownies with white chocolate chips came from the kitchen, prompting the boys to stampede back upstairs and enjoy their decadent dessert. At around 10:45, everyone went even further upstairs to the top level to brush their teeth in the hall bathroom and change into their soft, comfy two-piece long pajamas before meeting in Matt’s bedroom, which had the same nostalgic blue carpeting for the floor. They were all in slippers except for Matt, who was wearing dirty white socks with red toes and heels that hadn’t been washed for a few days. And the smell coming from them definitely proved it.

“Okay guys,” said the Dalmatian. “How about a little bit of charades?”

“I’m totally up for that!” said Oliver.

“Me too!” said Jake and Alex in unison.

“Me three!” said Gaetan, who then sniffed the air and giggled. “Is it me, or do I smell someone’s stinky socks? Peeeee yoo!”

“That would be yours truly,” said Matt, lifting up a socked foot and wiggling the toes.

“Focus, peeps!” said Alex.

“How do we know what to act out?” asked Jake.

Matt took out a bundle of index cards and jotted down an answer on each one. “Way ahead of you, Flipper.”

Alex took a few more index cards and started to draw a small picture clue on one of said cards with a blue Sharpie, sticking his tongue out in deep concentration. However, his simple artistry was cut short.

“That doesn’t count!” said Matt, snatching the card away and ripping it in half.

“Hey, I was making an extra charade card!” cried the lion boy in a playful tone.

“Big deal, your drawing was mediocre anyway.”

“Here Alex, I’ll help you out,” said Oliver as he wrote down some answers on the rest of the cards.

“Thanks Oliver,” said Alex.

Matt gathered all the index cards, placed them on his desk, and cleared his throat. “Now that we’re all squared away, shall we begin?”

“You bet!” exclaimed Oliver.

“Wait a second, I know what’ll make this more exciting. Let’s all be barefoot together!”

“Alright!” replied the others as they kicked off their slippers. At the same time, Matt removed his sweaty socks revealing his large Egyptian style feet, and the smell was even more pronounced.

“Just to be sure we don’t mess things up too much, allow me to demonstrate,” he said, taking an empty floor lamp stand from the closet and placing it in the center of the bedroom. “Let’s say it’s my turn and Oliver’s trying to guess what I’m acting out.” The Dalmatian boy then climbed up onto the stand with his hands and feet on the pole, nodding to the white dog boy to signal that he was ready to hear an answer.

“Let’s see, a koala!” exclaimed Oliver.

“And you guessed correctly!” replied Matt as he got back down. “Or I could’ve been Stitch since my floppy spotty ears kinda stick up like his.”

“Yeah, you do remind me of Stitch a little,” said Jake.

Matt put the lamp stand back in the closet. “Oliver, why don’t we start with you?”

The white dog boy nodded, took a card from the desk, and took his place in the center of the room. He began his pantomime by pressing an imaginary button, shaking to imitate vibration, and positioning his arms similar to holding a golf club. Keeping that same position, he waved his arms around the floor and the ceiling.

“A golf club?” guessed Jake.

“A weed whacker?” guessed Alex.

“A pressure washer!” exclaimed Gaetan.

Oliver winked and pointed at the greyhound. “You got it! You get to choose who goes next.”

Gaetan thought for a second, drumming his fingers. “The next sugarplum to go up will be…Jake!”

The dolphin boy took his place in the center upon hearing his name. Taking a card from the desk, he studied it a bit, then got down on all fours with his legs bent, his bare human-like feet behind him, and his hands in fists as he rocked his body to the left and right.

“A torpedo?” guessed Alex.

“It’s more of a—” began Jake.

“Uh-uh-uh,” said Matt, waving a finger. “You’re not supposed to talk.”

“Oh, right!”

“A motorcycle!” said Oliver. “No, wait, a bobsled!”

“That’s the one!” said Jake. “Take your pick, Ollie boy.”

Oliver’s golden yellow eyes searched for his next choice. “Gaetan, you’re up!”

“Yippee doo!” said Gaetan enthusiastically as he took a card. Strutting to the center in his enormous, perfectly-shaped bare Egyptian feet with shiny natural toenails, he smiled and winked, then started hopping up and down at a moderate pace. Oliver and Matt started growing boners in their pajama pants from the sight, but made no mention of it to the others. Not yet, at least.

“A bunny!” said Oliver.

“A pogo stick,” guessed Jake.

“A myna bird?” guessed Alex.

“Oh, I know!” said Matt. “A kangaroo!”

“Jackpot!” replied Gaetan as he sat on the bed, crossed his feet, and wiggled his toes. “Not surprising that I found myself with that card, since I’m like a kangaroo with my biiiiiiig sexy feet!”

Matt giggled. “You sure do have the biggest feet in the room, Gaetan. What size shoe do you wear I wonder?”

“A whopping size twelve! You can even use my feet if you ever wanna measure something in feet.”

“No ruler required, so to speak,” said Oliver. All of a sudden, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

“Hey Dad, come on in!” called Matt.

Darius opened the door and walked in with a smile, shirtless and barefoot in a pair of tight, pale blue jeans. “Hey there, fine young men! I see you’re having a bit of cozy fun before bed.”

“Yeah, we’re engaged in some cute barefoot charades!” said Oliver.

“Oh yes, one of my favorites,” said the Dalmatian daddy, taking a look at everyone’s bare feet. “So many fine pairs of tootsies too.”

“Whose do you think are the finest?” asked Matt, laying on his tummy on the floor and showing off his big soles in the air.

“Do tell us,” said Gaetan as he wiggled his toes again.

“Oh goodness me,” said Darius, getting a big boner in his jeans. “Hmmmm…”

“Tough decision, ain’t it?” said Oliver, crossing his ankles and wiggling his ten plump toes.

“You bet it is, and I think some of you boys want to play one more bedtime game judging from those hardening bulges in your pajama pants.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Gaetan with a seductive grin. “That also seems to be happening to you as we speak.”

“Mind if I demonstrate on Oliver?” asked Matt.

“Mmmm, I want those big stinky spotty feet on me!” said Oliver excitedly as he took his pajamas off, now showing his naked milky white body, cute bare bottom, and white circumcised penis.

“Anything for one of my best pals!” replied Matt as he sat across from Oliver, rubbing one foot on the penis and the other foot on the white dog boy’s face, making the latter moan in pleasure.

“I want in on the fun too!” said Alex as he too got naked and watched the Dalmatian use his feet on Oliver.

“Lemme give you a helping foot, shall we say,” said Jake. Staying in his pajamas, he patted a spot on the floor next to him to signal the lion to have a seat. Since Alex’s penis was still flaccid, the dolphin boy used his soft soles to wiggle it around, helping him build an erection. Meanwhile, Oliver’s big brown doggy nose took in the sweaty sock scent of Matt’s feet, and he cooed as he exhaled. The skin on the soles was at its sweatiest and creamiest.

“How’s your pee pee, Oliver?” asked Matt.

“Feeling super awesome as always whenever a sexy pair of feet rubs it,” said Oliver.

“Getting close?”

“I’m about to release actually! Do it Matt, make me cum!”

With that, the Dalmatian boy used both feet on the white dog’s penis, and soon the latter emitted a loud moan as he shot out his thick load of semen which coated the former’s soles. Over on Alex’s side, Jake was a bit unsure on how effective his rubbing technique was, but it was competent enough to make the lion cum, and his load of semen graced the toes and part of the dolphin’s pajama pants.

“Rats, my pajama bottoms are all stained,” said Jake. “It’s okay though, we can wash them tomorrow morning.”

“Whew, that took quite a bit out of me,” said Alex.

Jake walked over to Matt, who was using a Kleenex to wipe his semen-stained feet off. “Hey spotty boy, can I give your feet some sexy love?”

“Certainly!” said Matt with a giggle. “The more lovers, the merrier!” Wasting no time, the dolphin shed his pajamas and put his sherpa hat back on just for the heck of it.

An idea clicked into Oliver’s head. “Hey Matt, I see you’re still hard.”

“That’s ‘cause I found out that one more person has been added to the Matt Porter feet appreciation list,” replied Matt.

Oliver chuckled. “While Jake’s getting himself off on your feet, why don’t I do you a favor and use mine to get you off?”

“All aboard the footjob express!” said Matt in a singsong tone. Oliver sat perpendicular to the Dalmatian’s legs, pulled those pajama pants down halfway, and sandwiched that spotted circumcised penis between his alabaster soles, rubbing up and down at a comfortable pace.

“Are my feet doing the trick?” asked Oliver.

“Unnnf,” uttered Matt. “Oooh, just right. How are ya doing down there, Jake?”

Jake was thrusting his hips to manipulate his penis against Matt’s soles and panting with his tongue out, getting close to cumming. “I…feel…a little…I think something’s coming…ooooooohhhh!!” Not even two minutes went by and the dolphin’s cum blasted onto those shapely, smelly soles.

“I knew you’d cum so quickly from the moment your penis made contact,” said the Dalmatian boy.

“May I…may I lick it off?” asked Jake. “Please?”

“Be my guest, Flipper.”

Jake blushed. “Why are you calling me that?”

“Well, you obviously are a dolphin.”

“Okay then.” Jake proceeded to take small, gentle licks of his semen off of Matt’s feet, humming a tune for a few seconds between each lick. Once he was finished, he dried his friend’s feet with a small towel. Back at Matt’s crotch, Oliver pumped his feet on that hard pee pee like bicycle pedals, alternating between his left and right foot.

“How close are you, Matt?” he asked.

“Oh Oliver, your technique is always magic on my pee pee,” said Matt. “Pump harder!”

The white dog boy obeyed him, pedaling his feet even harder, but still hard enough to feel comfortable and arousing. The Dalmatian’s breathing became tense, and he found himself emitting small grunts which also increased in intensity. A minute and a half later, he was ready to let go.

“Keep…going!” said Matt, on the brink of his orgasm. “Nnngh! NNNGH!”

“Do it for me, my sporty spotty drummer boy,” said Oliver. “I want that sticky seed all over my creamy white feet!”

“Oh, I…NNNGH!…I LOVE YOU OLIVEEEEERRRR!” As he breathed heavily through his mouth with his pearly white teeth clenched, rope after rope of his warm, thick semen shot out in the air from his penis onto Oliver’s tootsies, coating the toes and soles, with some of it also hitting his calves and legs.

“Oh dear, what a mess!” said Oliver, laughing and grabbing another Kleenex to wipe himself off. “I see that Gaetan’s making a move toward your dad.”

“Which reminds me, I know the perfect method that’ll make him get off,” said Matt.

“Oh yeah?”

“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” As Oliver leaned over and Matt whispered something into his ear, Gaetan was indeed making his way over to Darius.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve always had a thing for grown men with sexy bodies and feet. And you just might be the epitome of such an individual.”

“Wow, I’m flattered,” chuckled Darius as he crossed his slender legs and flexed his bare feet, showing off his perfectly aligned toes. “I have a feeling where this is leading.”

Gaetan took his pajama top off and pulled his pants down enough to reveal his big, tan, gorgeously shaped, fully erect circumcised penis and his plump testicles. “Whatcha think of my package?”

“What a big pee pee, it’s almost man-sized!” said Darius. “Looks like it’s up for some footsie fun with your friend’s daddy!”

“Yes!” said Gaetan, pumping his fist in the air. He knelt in front of those fully-grown, fatherly feet and stroked the head of his penis left and right along the arches. Next, he did the same with the balls and toes, feeling the slightly callused yet very smooth skin as he started to leak precum. “Tell me Darius, have you done this with your son before?”

“At least once every week,” said the adult Dalmatian. “Whenever he feels the need to cum, I’m always there to save the day.”

“Quite a beautiful father-and-son bond there,” said Gaetan.

“You’ve also got a pronounced chest to go with your slender greyhound body.”

Gaetan started panting like a real dog, his tongue hanging out the side of his long muzzle. “Mmmm, thanks! So do you!”

Darius reached behind the greyhound and felt his bare, tailless bottom. “Hee hee, got your lil’ butt!”

“Having no tail gives my bottom a bunch of freedom!” said Gaetan. “Here comes muh semen!”

“Feel free to let it all out, cutie boy!”

Gaetan continued his doglike panting as his thick, gooey semen suddenly squirted out of the big mushroom head of his penis and onto the arches and balls. Darius laughed and wiggled his toes a little in response.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“So relieved that my horniness of the night has been cured,” said Gaetan as he pulled up his pajama pants. “Now we just need—”

“Oh Daaaaad!” called Matt in a singsong voice as he and Oliver walked over.

“Hi son,” replied Darius. “Notice anything in particular?”

“Looks like our flamboyant friend Gaetan let out a bunch of milk,” said Oliver, wiping Darius’ feet clean with a dry washcloth.

“It’s time to carry out our final plan,” said Matt as he ditched his pajama pants and was now completely naked.

“What kinda plan did you have in mind?” asked Darius.

Oliver unbuttoned and unzipped Darius’ jeans with a seductive look on his face before sliding them all the way off. “Patience now, it’s not worth spoiling before we actually do it.”

“Aaaaaand off with the undies!” said Matt cutely as he pulled his father’s thin, tight briefs off, revealing an adult-sized circumcised penis and slightly hairy balls. Turning to Alex and Jake, he announced, “Alright you two, be prepared to witness quite a sexy feat with our equally sexy feet! As for me, Oliver, and Gaetan…” He pressed play on his phone connected to a speaker, and the drum beat from the PaRappa The Rapper loading screen started playing on repeat. “On with the show!”

With that, the three dog boys started shaking their bottoms in time to the beat, doing high kicks here and there, allowing Darius to get plenty of good views of their beautiful young soles. They were all shoulder to shoulder in order of height, with Oliver being the shortest and Gaetan being the tallest. The Dalmatian daddy’s penis gradually became hard as the boys kept dancing, and to prepare for the second phase, they all winked at each other.

“Ready boys?” asked Matt. He then turned to his father and added, “Okay Dad, this will be very similar to a shiatsu massage.”

“My body is all yours,” said Darius.

Keeping his feet in time to the beat, Matt stepped onto his dad’s penis and tummy. Next he spread his legs with his feet on the thighs, dancing his toes around. He then walked up and down each leg and arm, then back to the tummy, then the chest, where he brought his right foot up to Darius’ face.

“Give my perfect toes a big kiss!” said the playful Dalmatian boy.

Darius kissed all five toes of the right foot, followed by the remaining five on the left foot. His son crawled up to where his face met his, and he gave the latter a kiss on the cheek. After Matt walked back to join the other two, it was Oliver’s turn to shine. He stepped onto Darius’ chest, raised his right foot showing the sole, and playfully poked the daddy Dalmatian’s purple-gray nose with his big toe. Walking back down towards his crotch, Oliver stepped all over the penis with his little naked stompy dance, making it twitch.

“Oh Oliver, you’re a precious boy!” said Darius.

“Steppies on your pee pee!” sang Oliver.

“I can see why you and Matt became such fast friends.”

“Friends in need are friends indeed!”

Going up toward Darius’ face, Oliver got on all fours and looked into his eyes, gently massaging his cheeks before kissing him straight on the lips.

“Awwwww,” cooed Darius.

“I love you Darius,” said Oliver.

“I love you too Oliver.”

“Ready for the grand finale you’ve been waiting for?”

“Ooooh, show me.”

Oliver beckoned to Gaetan, who walked over to Darius. “The beat’s still on repeat, you can take the lead from here.”

“Yay, time for my sexy ‘90s doggy rap monologue!” said Gaetan, his shapely and manly Egyptian style feet looking even bigger in his pajama pants. “Is your pee pee ready, Darius?”

“Mmmmm yes!” replied Darius, twitching his erect penis again.

Gaetan sat down between Darius’ legs, giving him a sexy smile. “One, two, three!” And those big soles of his slapped down on his penis and started stroking it to the beat as the greyhound started to rap the following.

“I’m a sexy dog, a funky dog, a pretty dog, a city dog, a nasty dog, a chili dog, a sweaty dog, a stinky dog, a diamond dog, a pearly dog, a dragon dog, a funny dog, a silly dog, a ritzy dog, a spooky dog…”

As Gaetan continued adding more adjectives to his doggy list rap, Darius’ pee pee was having the time of its life, feeling the slippery, smooth skin of those large sweaty stinky tootsies and toesies, along with bits of sock lint on the soles and between the toes. Occasionally Gaetan would rub the smooth tops of his feet on the penis.

“You know what they say about boys with big muzzles,” said Darius.

“Tell me,” said Gaetan.

“They have big feet and big pee pees.”

“Yessiree! Twitchy twitchy goes your pee pee!”

“Now you sound like Oliver with that statement.”

“Gonna blast your thick creamy semen on my perfect tootsies?”

“It’s comin’, oooooh yeah, it’s comin’!”

“My feet are as big as a kangaroo’s!”

Right after that last sentence, Darius groaned in pure bliss as his penis squirted out thick wad after thick wad of his warm, gooey semen onto Gaetan’s soles. Oliver and the other boys jumped up and down and cheered happily for a job well done.

“What a sight!” said Matt, hugging Oliver tightly.

“You come up with the best plans, my spotty buddy!” replied Oliver.

“Thank you all immensely for including me into your sexy friendship games,” said Darius, having recovered from his huge orgasm. “Don’t tell your mother I said this Matt, but ever since I was a young adult fresh out of high school, I had always wanted a cute young boy to play with my pee pee with his bare feet. This marks the first time a boy outside of my family has done so.”

“My lips are sealed Dad,” said Matt.

“This was…” began Oliver.

“…the best sleepover EVER!” said Matt and Oliver in unison.

“And probably many more to come,” said Darius as he got all the boys together for one last group hug.

Once everyone got back into their pajamas and cleaned themselves up, Gaetan went back down to the basement with Jake and Alex since they decided to sleep down there. Matt closed his bedroom door and turned off the desk lamp as Oliver plugged a nightlight into the wall outlet. Both boys decided to stay naked.

“Wanna sleep together in the same bed?” asked Matt as he climbed into bed.

“Oh yes, a hundred percent,” said Oliver as he did the same. The sheets and the thick duvet felt comfy and cozy on his naked body. On top of that, as he was the little spoon, the soothing warmth of Matt’s naked body against his back amplified his comfort even further. “Good night Matt.”

“Good night Oliver,” said Matt, lightly holding Oliver in his arms and kissing him on the forehead. The two boys fell asleep with their bare feet touching each other, along with countless stars shining overhead in the clear night sky outside the bedroom window. This was a sleepover neither of them would ever forget.

The End