Richard could feel his blood boiling as he sat at the desk in his studio. He had just retreated there after almost getting into a scuffle with Straub Hayden, Christopher's father, at what was supposed to be a reconciling and peaceful dinner. Nothing could be more wrong than that. Straub was a pain in the ass and all those harsh things he had said had only brought back old, painful memories which the Gilmore patriarch thought forgotten... A quiet knock on the door snapped him out of it.
"Richard, I... I would like to apologize for my father's rude behavior" Christopher, his sort of 'son-in-law' as he said standing at the doorway of the room, mostly intimidated. It took Richard a deep breath to overcome his anger and tilt his head up to him.
"Your father should thank you for putting yourself between us, 'cause it wouldn't end well for him... Anyway, he's not the only one who should be sorry" Richard explained, at last, with great apparent calm. The truth was, he was pissed as fuck, not just for tonight, and Chris knew perfectly what it was about. That's why he felt compelled to step into the studio and lock the door behind him.
"It's been forever since the last time I was here, with you. I... I missed this" Chris stuttered, looking around, a slight trembling in his voice. He wasn't a little kid anymore, but right now, right there, he felt 16 again. The same age he was when he had discovered sex, with none other than Richard. So much had happened in that room, if those four walls could only talk... But then he had slept with Lorelai and knocked her up, screwing it up with his future father-in-law for good.
"If you're really sorry, kid, you gotta make it up for what you did" Richard teased, in a kind of challenging tone which stunned Chris. He hadn't been spoken to in that manner for a while and... something clicked. He didn't even know what had come over him as he found himself walking over to Richard, around his lacquered mahogany desk, and settling down between his legs. He then just bowed down and pressed his lips to the tip of his right, polished shoe, kissing it with devotion. That rough texture... It was something he could have never forgotten. Absentmindedly, he stuck out his tongue and licked from heel to toe, before swapping foot and looking up to meet Richard's eyes.
"Could I take 'em off, sir?" Chris asked with a whisper and submission written all over his face. The Gilmore patriarch just nodded, feeling a little twitch in his pants. He slightly lifted up his foot and leaned back in his chair, staring down at his son-in-law's shaky hands undoing his shoelaces and tugging on his heel. A musky strong smell arose in the air as his shoe finally came off, revealing a sweaty wool sock. Off the top of his head, Chris tossed the removed shoe and pulled the socked foot to his face, inhaling its manly scent. Mmh... He just couldn't resist giving it a long, languid lick.
"Don't stop..." Richard panted, groaning at the tongue rubbing against the fabric of his sock. It was so erotic feeling it getting damper and damper with the wetness of his mouth... Promptly, he reached down to unfasten his belt and open the zipper of his pants, relieving some of their pressure on his aching cock. Christopher was worshiping him with such intensity that his pants had become too tight. Without further ado, he pulled the top of his boxers down enough for his half-mast cock to spring out and closed his fist around it, biting his bottom lip. He just stroked himself, giving his shaft sluggish pumps as his son-in-law tried to get a good grip of his sock with his teeth. It wasn't that simple, but he eventually managed to slide it off, spitting it on the floor.
"So good..." Chris commented, just looking at the bare foot. It was exactly how he remembered. Large... Sturdy... With gray hair curling on the top of it and on its toes... In no time, he had held the foot right against his face and was brushing it over his nose and mouth, bathing it with his tongue. He liked the salty taste of Richard's skin and, even more, he loved hearing him giggle at the touch of his faint beard. That tickled, but the Gilmore patriarch didn't mind. He just closed his eyes and sped up the movements of his hand, his length by now grown to its full 6,5 inches and pulsating. It was like no time had passed between the two of 'em... What he didn't expect was Christopher kissing his way up to his foot and taking his big toe into his velvety mouth. Fuck!
A groan escaped from Richard's lips as he felt his son-in-law's tongue rolling upon the tip of his toe and, therefore, worked his cock faster and faster. God, he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in ages. He... He just couldn't help it. He got carried away and started to move his big toe, thrusting it in and out of Christopher's mouth as if to fuck it. Chris didn't complain, though. Quite the opposite. He hummed in appreciation and, sucking on that toe, groped his hard-on completely lost to it. Jeez, feet fetishism had always been his weakness and Richard did know that enough to reach out his other foot and tap Christopher's balls with it. A rush of blood went to his head as the firm shoe pressed against the erection in his pants. Instinctively, he secured the foot with one hand and bucked against it to get some friction. Such a hot sight for the Gilmore patriarch's eyes how Chris was humping his shoe while bobbing his lips up and down his big toe. It was too much for him.
"I-I'm close!" Richard warned, his breathing coming in gasps. Caught in the heat of the moment, he didn't think. He just withdrew his foot from Christopher's face and rashly reached over to grab him by the hair and pull him to his cock. Just in time. A muffled cry and he climaxed. His back arched and his toes curled as 7 spurts of white, warm jizz squirted out and splattered onto his son-in-law's face. On his forehead, on his eyelash, on his chin. Only once he had ridden out his orgasm, Richard lifted his head up and gazed down upon him. What a mess... Chris's face looked so pretty painted with thick ribbons of his cum. He wondered what Straub would have thought of his son right now... With a grin of superiority, he lifted his foot off of Christopher's crotch and surprisingly noticed a wet spot spreading across the front of his pants. That son of a bitch had come without permission but that wasn't what set him off. The sole of his expansive shoe... It was soiled with the semen seeping through the fabric... He lost it, immediately bringing his foot to Chris's face. "Lick it"
Helplessly, Christopher swallowed down and pushed his face forward, forcing himself past the humiliation to run his tongue up against the sole of Richard's shoe and clean it off of his sticky cum.