Halloween Tires and Toes

[Trigger warning: this is a tale of FIRST TIMES with gay, oral and fetish contacts.]

How the hell did I get into this with one brother sucking my toes and the other . . . well, I don't want to think about wh-h-h-at he's doing. Was it just an hour ago this all started? Maybe if I distract myself by recalling h-h-how this happened?

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Nine P.M. on Halloween and just as I was about to pull past a dingy black and heavily loaded tractor trailer on the right on a city street, the right front wheel of the sparkling orange, modern tractor broke away in front of me. Though I hit my brakes hard, the truck driver didn't. Seems he knew from experience not to do that. How did I know? Until I solved it, I had the same experience on my sports car —about forty times.

After passing the truck, yet watching the wheel's path, I stopped to help. The driver pounded the steering wheel, as though it was at fault and beating it would fix the problem. After his tantrum, I walked back to him and his copilot. Both coarse, olive skinned men in orange wigs and all black, sleeveless jumpsuits looked in their forties; both had trucker tans on both arms which told me they switched off driving. "This used to happen to me all the time. Can I help?"

The driver calmed and stretched out his hand, "Thanks for getting out of the way and stopping for us. I'm Sam and this is my brother Kobal. It looks like the cotter pin snapped again and the castle nut unscrewed -again- and took the wheel with it. That was my last pin." These good Samaritans never learn!

"Hmm, why don't you guys chase down the wheel. I may have something that can help. I don't have my torque wrench with me, but I do have a good feel. The biggest channel-lock pliers I have will work and the wire hanger from my dry cleaning is a perfect temporary 'cotter pin.' Do you have a jack for the tractor?" Sam shook his head 'yes.' It was pumpkin orange.

As they lugged the wheel back, I found the castle nut and checked that the wheel bearings were still in place. They were well worn. We nested the bearings and wrestled the wheel in place. Kobal tightened the spindle nut finger tight and I used the channel-locks to tighten it another 1/4 turn to about twenty ft pounds of torque before backing it off to insert my makeshift cotter pin to hold it in place. "That should hold you for several thousand miles, if the bearings hold up, and give you time to replace them. Oh shit!"

"Yup, smells like it too," opined Kobal. "Let us help you now. Take off the shoe and sock before you climb into my cab. We have fresh water and cloths in the living space and I'll wash your shoe for you out here. You can relax on our bed/bench while it dries. I'd rather leave the scent outside, if you don't mind being barefoot for an hour."

I didn't see the harm, so I agreed. Too bad I wasted so much time polishing my shiny black shoes. Sam led me to the surprisingly spacious living area and began washing my foot. He took off my other shoe and sock so I could lie back on the bench and put both my feet in his lap. When I asked about their load and why the truck was orange and black, he said it was their annual Halloween run to supply the city with costumes and pranks.

"We gotta be done by midnight or we turn into pumpkins like that fairy tale." Sam laughed and winked at me. "This warm water'l take the chill off and clean you better. Least we can do."

My first reaction to his buffing between my toes was a tickle response, but the moist heat felt so good, I closed my eyes and lied back. Kobal came in, dropped a folding seat near me, and massaged my calf. He said my shoe was drying so I should just relax and let them help me enjoy something special as their thanks. He echoed that was the least they could do for me. Sam raised my leg and applied another warmed, moist heat to my cleaned toes. It felt comforting, even arousing and I felt my dick stir.

Kobal whispered, "That's it. I see you are enjoying it. Nothing feels like a good toe sucking. Massaging your calf gets the blood flowing better and warmer. Let me help you with this."

I was nearly in a lust trance from the erotic toe sucking and didn't notice Kobal loosening my jeans and pulling them off as I dreamed of my beautiful wife sucking my toes and playing with herself. Warm hands smoothed my calf as I became aware of other warm hands fishing my stiff dick out of my boxers. Before I could object, they squeezed it firmly, cupped my balls and gently slid back my foreskin. Sigh. Heaven. Who knew toe sucking felt so good and could seduce with the best of them?

How the hell did I get into this with one brother sucking my toes and the other . . . well, I don't want to think about wh-h-h-at he's doing. Was it just an hour ago this all started? Maybe if I distract myself by recalling h-h-how this happened? Though I vaguely recalled how I got here, moist heat on my stiff, throbbing cock made me forget. My dick brain took over and ignored when Sam pulled my boxers off. It relished the heat of Kobal's hot mouth. My bigger brain whispered, "I'm not gay; I'm not. A hot, wet mouth has no gender and this one feels as good as any woman's mouth before it. Skilled hands have no gender. I'm not gay for doing this."

"No. This doesn't make you gay. Don't think of WHO, just WHAT you are feeling. Let me give you this gift." Kobal began bobbing his head on my still rigid cock as Sam continued to lap and suck my toes and knead my arch.

Ohhh, did I say that out loud? He's right, self. Don't spoil the moment. Though I felt Kobal's nose bump against my pubes, the pressure from his throat swamped that notice. He knew how and when to swallow to add exquisite pressure on my bishop. Somewhere in the dark recess of my mind I heard my distant thought, "He's done this before. He's an expert and can teach my wife some tricks."

Kobal moved my hand to his lap and wrapped it around his stiff, warm, naked cock. WHAT? I opened an eye and saw both men had stripped naked in the dim, orange light. As Kobal sucked me, he began jerking himself with my hand. When I tried to move it away, he gripped it harder. Shortly, I was sliding his foreskin behind his crown and back. Though I tried to think of it as jerking myself, there was enough disconnect to know the difference. He was thinner and longer than I and when I squeezed, I didn't feel it. Yet, I appreciated his density and the odd feeling of his throbbing bulk in my hand. As I squeezed and twisted his cock, I looked down at my feet.

Something felt odd there though Sam still sucked and licked his way to each toe. The warm pressure on my arch felt so good and so odd. Somehow, he bent enough to press his shorter, thicker cock firmly into my arch and add to my pleasure. He smiled when he saw me looking then leaned into his brother's lap and sucked his cock in as I watched, mouth open.

"Would you like one of us to fill your pretty mouth," asked Sam. I slowly shook my head no as I wondered what that would feel like considering how much his brother was enjoying my cock. Changing to two fingers around Kobal's surging cock as I jerked him let me feed more of his cock to his brother. Sam's long tongue wrapped around Kobal's heavily veined stiffness and Kobal began to hum on my cock.

The vibration, heat and pressure brought me to the edge as I resisted and repeated in my head "I'm not gay. I'm not . . ." Suddenly, my hips rose harshly and shoved my cock into Kobal's throat to the hilt. I held there a few seconds, thrust again and released multiple gouts of my hot cream directly into his belly before I realized Sam had pushed a finger deep into my ass which pushed me over the edge.

My orgasm triggered Kobal to flood his brother's mouth with familiar, sibling cream as Sam spouted onto my toes. Both brothers swallowed all they got without losing a drop. Kobal licked and sucked my cock clean before swapping places with Sam so he could suck his brothers cum off my sticky toes. He sucked toes as well as Sam.

With my cock semi deflated on my thigh, Sam cupped it to keep it warm. His gentle hand felt heavenly on my cock. My hand voluntarily took hold of his cock and cupped it warmly for him. He asked again if I wanted to suck him off. "I'm, really, not gay. No face or ass fucking here. Oops. No ass fucking at least, either way." I sat up and stared at the two semi stiff cocks next to me, then at my own. It pulsed.

Sam asked if my wife ever sucked my toes or if I ever sucked hers. When I said no, he offered their services. "We can teach her real good and tag team her too. Kobal is bi so he'd be happy to eat her while I suck her toes and you fuck her face. You kin even convince him to fuck her good then swap places with him. Gotta do it by midnight, or it has to wait til next Halloween. What you say?"

I declined their generous offer. Sam slid closer to his brother and kissed him passionately. As they savored my cum with theirs, I dressed and found my clean and dry orange shoes. What the hell happened to them? Confused, I left with a soft, "Thank you for an extremely, umm, interesting experience."

Just before I closed the door, I heard them say in stereo, "Remember us as Samhian and Kobal. This was the least we could do for you." I quietly disagreed. When a clock struck midnight, the truck engine started. The truck slowly accelerated and lifted off the road. As it rose higher, it began to fade away and dissolve back to front. It blasted its horn one last time before it vanished above me in a pumpkin orange puff of fog and left a hint of pumpkin spice aroma behind. Halloween was over, and I sped home.

"Sue, honey, I, ah, did a good deed today. Maybe a great deed. Have you ever had your toes sucked?"

==== 7 hr 1300 10/22/19 ==== 1840 Words ====

10/21/19 seminal image/dream: truck wheel .....toe sucker

Samhain (inspiration for Halloween) Kobal (entertainment liaison)