Jimmie's Jammies, A Quick Wank On The Bed

Jimmy’s feet gently dangled off the edge of the bed as we played our video games. As I lay seated on the floor at the foot of the bed, I kept looking up at them, turned on by how perfectly round and symmetrical each of the ends of his toes are. His little toe pads sat perfectly curved in an arch from one to the next, and his big toe was perfectly spaced just a bit further from the rest, not turned in or squished like so many others I’d seen. I felt the strangest desire to touch and feel them. As he continued to kick my butt in our mutual fighting game, I decided to take a leap of faith, and reached up just above my head where his left foot rested. I gently stroked him with my fingertips, just below the ball of his foot. It was smooth… strangely smooth since Jimmy was an avid barefooter, and I’d seen the bottoms of his feet thick with all sorts of this or that depending on where we’d walked that day, admiring his ability to caress the ground with his naked feet as he trotted carefree about his way. Almost involuntarily, his foot flexed and his toes spread just slightly, as if a gentle tickle was a welcomed reminder that feet too had a liking for touch. I tried it again, this time pushing a bit firmer, now moving my fingers up in to the space between his toes and the ball of his foot. I heard him exhale in a long pleasureful sigh...to my delight, Jimmy seemed to be enjoying the sensation of me gently exploring the underside of his feet. I let go of the controller altogether and touched his right foot with my other hand, gently pushing upward against his toes, spreading them apart with my fingers, working my hands in between his toes in an intertwined sensation of feet and hands as one. He was clearly fond of it...his character had stopped moving on the screen completely now, and I heard his breathing increase in depth and rate. My young and vulnerable friend was clearly turned on, and to verify, I sat up and popped my head just above the bottom of the bed, my hands still interlocked between his toes as I massaged his feet gently between my fingers. His legs were spread apart, and a bulged tent was clearly visible between the legs of his pajama bottoms. Jimmy’s upper body writhed in gentle pleasure as I continued to rub, watching him lightly grasping at the blankets on the bed as I moved down and massaged his soles. He let out faint moans of pleasure as I swirled my fingers around the bottoms of his feet and pressed hard, spreading his toes apart until the light shone evenly between them. He was getting harder by the minute, and so I let go of his right foot, leaned forward, and grabbed at the outline of his erection propped up against the inside of his jammies. Jimmy squirmed and moaned in delight as I caressed the firm protrusion of his erect shaft, gently massaging it as I had done his feet, and rolling my thumb up and over his fabric-covered head. Jimmy wriggled and bucked as I squeezed and pulled at his stiff penis, firmly making it known that I intended to bring the boy to orgasm. That he did indeed, just moments later as I played with his pajama-covered cock and fondled the soles and toes of his feet in unison until the sensation became too much, and my young friend let our a groaning moan. His pajamas instantly became wet with the thick chlorine-scented aroma of his fresh seed, bursting out of his raging erection and surging through the cloth of his pajamas and in to my had as I squeezed him, tugging and pulling at his male gland until he was dry. His breaths rapid, his cock firm yet relieved, I sensed he had emptied his balls sufficiently, and so I finally let loose of his engorged boyhood and returned my hand back to his lone right foot, now slick with the residue of boy-moisture from within the loins of his jammies that had eposited on to my hand from milking him gently moments ago. He didn’t care, his foot flexed at my touch and his toes flared, welcoming the relaxing massage that my hands offered in thankful return for allowing me the chance to masturbate him and relieve the pressure built up inside of his sack that I so greatly sensed by his curious and longing demeanor earlier in the night. Soon the heavy breathing subsided and the game continued on, my own cock now hard in my underwear as I rubbed myself now, occasionally looking upward to see Jimmy’s feet, now happily dancing about above me as he clicked away at the controller. I smiled inside and out. No words needed be spoken; this was a good night.