This reminds me of my fetish. Some call it a foot fetish but I don’t think in incapseltes the full beautiful extent on it. I’m really really into hangnails. Now I can get into a clean hangnail, but boy oh boy, if it’s oozing puss or blood I go crazy.

So there I am at a family gathering and grandpa takes his sock off on his left foot. I can see that his nails are dirty and unkept and a bulge starts to form in my pants. It was in the cold cabin so I had a blanket over my lap, so I subtly reached into my pants and grasped my semi-erect little toe.

Then it happen. His sock came off his right foot. His foot sprang out like an erect phallus. And I saw it. The beautiful thing. His big toe was dripping. Dripping with crusty puss and blood. I had never seen one in real life. An ingrown toenail.

“Yo!” I yelled out, “anyone got Vaseline? My lips are chapped something sour!” My grandpa started to get up, “I got some in my…” “NO!” I interupted, throbbing third leg in hand. “I’ll get it!” I slipped my diamond-hard shaft into my pants and got up. “Where is it?” “It’s in the bathroom. Could you grab me a beer too?” “Sure thing grandpa, just relax and keep your feet up! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)“

I realized I couldn’t walk back with the can of Vaseline so I went and spread some all over down there, and some in storage too. Then I walked back and got under the blanket. I positioned it so it wouldn’t move, did a few test pumps, then reached inside and grabbed my pulsing lower heart. I stared at that puss filled toe and I went at it. The movie was loud so no one could here. No one could hear a thing. No one could see me.

Then it happened. My sister yelled at me, “you have had the blanket long enough!” And ripped it off. Maybe she knew, maybe she was just cold. But then I sat there with my penis in hand staring at my grandfather. I paused a moments sigh. I then made a decision i will never ever regret. I continued. I stared right at that toe and rubbed and rubbed. I stood up. The screams didn’t phase me. My mother’s crying only cause a second’s distraction. And then it happened. Like an avalanche spilling into a field my semen dropped onto his toe. With more joy then I have ever felt i saw the cum mix with the puss and fall off onto the couch. I was still going, and I let out a loud “AAAHHHHHHHHHGGGG” as the last drop squeezed out. Everyone looked around. I thought I was done. Suddenly, my grandpa smiled. He cleared his throat, and squeaked out, “you know, I fought 2 world wars. I was a cop for 30 years. I’ve seen some courage. I’ve seen bravery. But what you just did, it takes guts. A lot of guts.” Without any anger, he gently wiped his toe and put on his sock. He walked to his cabinet and took out his Purple Heart. “Here kid. You deserve this more than me.” My mom was crying again, but now with pride. My dad said “you’re a good kid. Real good kid” my sister even gave me a hug and said “I gusss you have earned this” and handed me the blanket. My grandpa sat down, socks on, and as he turned on the tv looked at me one more time, saying “proud of you kid. Proud of you”