safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

[stustustugoo]

they are all superb, but i favor face walk, got my prick up and ready!

[ftlaudft]

Thanks, dude! Always the perfect critic! And away we go again...

chase...

The guy's the famous foot god, as you know.
And yet his perky penis steals the show.
His feet delight his foot fans north and south.
To see them is to want them in your mouth.
And yet, between us,
what makes me crazy is his perky penis....

Chase LaChance is the foot model in today's offering at MFF. He's gorgeous all over. Which is the point of the poem...

[ftlaudft]

the cyber power of a foot god...

How lovely is his penis in repose!
I feel the same about his sleeping toes.
About his penis, maybe I should mention
I'd love to fluff it to its full extension.

Feet, balls and face are masculine perfection.
Their cyber power will give you an erection.
You'll want to kiss each square inch of his frame.
Each round one, too! You'll never be the same...

There are great clips of Chase being worshiped while tied up and even gagged and mummified.. Well, if he left his door open and you wandered by, what would you do?

[stustustugoo]

Bravissimo, bravissimo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[stustustugoo]

geweldig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ftlaudft]

Dank je wel! And here's one with a touch of Floridian...

a gardener's wet dream...

It may sound creepy, but when I get sleepy,
in dreams I kiss your face, your feet, your pipi.
You flex your gorgeous toes and tweak my nipples
'til seas of dark desire convulse with ripples.
Naked in bed,
you munch on tacos while I give you head...

[ftlaudft]

ambushed...

Ambushed by feet, I didn't have a chance.
Toes gripped my nose; ravished my head, my hair.
Toe knuckles flexed; ripped off pajama pants
and showed what feet can do when bold and bare.
Sometimes it seems
reality is better than your dreams...

[ftlaudft]

escape...

His feet are secret gardens where I flee
to meet my soul in fields of mystic roses.
I float on clouds of barefoot ecstasy
with tastes and smells that love gone rogue discloses.
Between his toes
are hidden worlds only my passion knows...

[ftlaudft]

barefoot therapy: what feet in love can do...

I was a broken and divided soul.
My innermost desires were hid from men.
Your barefoot therapy has made me whole,
self-integrated and complete again.

The toes upon my lips that I have kissed
extend a healing pow'r I never knew.
As tamer of my heart and therapist,
you do what only feet in love can do...

[ftlaudft]

strangers in the tub...

I met a pleasant fellow at the pub
and brought him home for cocoa and a cookie.
He said his hurting feet could use a rub.
I took him to the tub to have a looky.

We sat there face to face and head to toe,
legs in each other's crotch stretched out between us.
Naked and horny! Well, wouldn't you know?
Our feet began to rub each other's penis.

As feet were jerking dicks to barefoot glory,
I grabbed his free big toe and sucked it hard.
The cries of ecstasy that end our story
amused the houseboy working in the yard...

(to be continued... not the poem - the activity in the bathtub)