safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

[stustustugoo]

so cool!!!!!!! i hope you are printing out all of this magnificent poetry and have copies of it

[ftlaudft]

You know something, Rich, I'm actually very sloppy in keeping copies or records about anything. But what I have made copies of are your beautiful comments. Nobody has ever made such positive and supportive comments about my little efforts of whimsy as you have. They are like explosions of sunshine in the soul! I reread them and think, WOW! Is that guy talking about little old MOI?

I hope everybody who has had a laugh or a giggle will just download whatever they want. It's all for our community which has so many wonderful people . And when it comes to wonderful people, Stu three times over, you lead the parade!

[ftlaudft]

a piteous tale of toe addiction...

To punish me, he made me suck his toes.
My lips clamped down, producing awesome friction.
That's when I learned what every toe fiend knows:
toe-sucking can become a cruel addiction.

I haunt the nearby beaches to relieve
my lust for feet, and find with any luck
suckable toes, but you would not believe
the other body parts I have to suck...

[ftlaudft]

If someone came to me and said the ship is sinking and I must choose five of my poems to save, these are the ones I think I would put in the lifeboat.

halfway to Heaven...

Halfway to Heaven, at the river's bend,
I paused upon my pilgrimage to rest.
At water's edge I met my golden friend.
Up to my lips his warm bare foot I pressed
and kissed it there
on Heaven's stair
as we became a vision of the blessed...

the masseur...

His face was fair. His manner was discreet.
"How may I serve you in a special way?"
I smiled and said, "Massage me with your feet!"
We stripped. His feet were passionate and gay.

Only orgasmic sweetness can compare
with barefoot ecstasy between two men.
His footstink lingers in my balls and hair.
I long for him to barefoot me again...

the Ahab trick...

He masturbates me with his feet.
It's called the Ahab trick.
He works his toes and thar she blows!
Just call me Moby Dick!

where time is not...

He died. He slipped away. I watched him go
where time is not. I look up at the sky.
He seems so far away, and yet I know
in timelessness he lives - and so do I.
Love makes it so.
A loving heart stops asking how or why...

what happens?

What happens to the songs of yesteryear,
floating away like blossoms on a pond?
Where are the poems, the words we loved to hear?
Does anything remain here or beyond?

On a far shore where ocean waters roll,
two barefoot lads exchange their first young kiss.
It is enough! The music of the soul
lives on forever in such scenes as this...

[ftlaudft]

seduced by a footmaster...

His bare toes tweaked my tits. Call me a floozy,.
but my sweet nipples never felt so good.
I begged him for his dick. It was a doozy.
He pulled it out. I sucked. He knew I would.
And then the hunk
did me by running barefoot thru my junk...

[ftlaudft]

I just watched again the Johnny Hazzard clip over at MyFriends'Feet in which he does a footjob on Caleb, and it reminded me of the scene he did with Colby Keller. A while back I watched the Johnny-Colby clip and then I composed a "Prince and Pauper" poem in which I imagined Johnny as the Pauper. Watching the new clip with Caleb, I had a fantasy about a film being made by a private Hollywood studio to show my retelling of the old classic. But in this version Johnny, who is looking even more handsome and virile than ever, would be not the Pauper but the Prince. Auditions for the Pauper are being held in my fantasy and FootBuddies are welcome to apply. Sorry, I've already snapped up the position of fluffer. Well, it's my fantasy!. Here's the poem again.

The Prince was horny. Pauper needed money.
That's how it all began.
The Prince was into footsex, nothing funny,
just footsex man-to-man.

The Pauper saw his chance to make a buck.
With Prince's full approval,
he volunteered his tongue to be a truck
for prompt toejam removal.

Pauper knelt down, pulled off the regal sox
and smelt the feet of Princey.
The Prince was quite the stud, a prince of jocks,
and generous, not chintzy.

The Pauper sucked and shrimped the Prince's toes,
exuberant and cheery.
What else he sucked, well, no one really knows.
I have my private theory.

I've looked at tales of commoners and kings,
studied from every angle.
Guys who suck toes it seems suck other things
that droop or dip and dangle.

The two became great friends. Friendship has grown
into infatuation.
As counselor and pow'r behind the throne,
Pauper now guides the nation.

He's risen to the top and found his place
as Prince's right-hand boy.
At night when lovers everywhere embrace,
a barefoot Prince finds joy...

[stustustugoo]

bravo............................................. .......................

[ftlaudft]

Thanks, good buddy! We try!

[ftlaudft]

tell me, dude...

Tell me, dude, did you touch yourself today?
Come play with me. It's my turn now, you hunk.
Help me ejaculate my special way.
Bring down your big bare feet and rub my junk.

Barefoot me, dude! Rub 'til the good stuff flows!
Barefoot me, dude! Rub like you really mean it!
I want to cum so hard between your toes
it makes a mess. Don't worry, dude! I'll clean it!

[ftlaudft]

the gift...

Love came to me wrapped in a pair of sox.
It was a gift that begged to be unwrapped.
Nothing compares with feet of barefoot jocks.
I was so overjoyed I think I crapped.
Toes in the night
filled mouth and crotch with wiggles of delight...