UNITED STATES

Grant Tompkins from San Diego, California.

     I first met Grant last year at the Farmer's Market in Los Angeles. He was referred to me by the president of the Los Angeles chapter of the KSA...the Knee Showers of America...who, in turn, was contacted by the president of the San Diego chapter. He had sent the L.A. chapter's president a picture of Grant, dressed in a "dirty" tee shirt, black mid-thigh cargo shorts, white below-the-calf socks and sneakers. The picture included a picture of the back of his legs. Let me tell you this...his legs were extremely enticing.

     I met him at the Farmer's Market, dressed likewise so as to physically entice him. I drove him over to my house in Malibu on a day that my wife was away with the kids visiting her parents in Sunset Beach. When we entered the den, Grant took a look at the carpet and noticed the "tools" that were going to be used during the day...

 ...a beautiful pair of black handcuffs to bind the hands tightly behind the back...

...an equally beautiful pair of black ankle binders to use to secure the ankles and keep the legs straight while they are being maligned...

...and pins to be used on the kneebacks, if we should decide to pin them.

     But, Grant and I decided that we would not use the pins...because that would mean that neither of us would be able to wear shorts until the marks healed. So for today, we decided that we would use...

...our tongues in order to taste our kneebacks to the fullest!

     Since we were at my Malibu house, we decided that I would be the first one to be trussed up and have Grant lick my kneebacks to his satisfaction. Once he was satisfied, he would unlock the handcuffs and ankle binders and allow me to truss him and lick his kneebacks until such time that I would be satisfied.

     I laid face down at attention on the shag carpet. Taking the tools that were to be used, Grant first took hold of my hands and cuffed them tightly behind my back. Then, with ankle binders in hand, he repeated the action on my ankles before rising to his feet, looking down and admiring his handiwork.

     Then, Grant dropped to his knees, grabbing hold of my muscular thighs and calves and inching his way down onto his stomach. When his face was an inch from them, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick away at my kneebacks. Eventually, some saliva also dripped from his mouth onto the meatless joints which he was tasting.

     "Ahhhh!" I replied, enjoying the feeling of Grant's tongue tasting my kneebacks. I was in pure bliss as he licked and, ultimately, kissed my kneebacks.

     "I take it you liked it", Grant said.

     "Liked it? I loved it!" Then, remembering to record everything of the day's event, I said, "There's an SX-70 land camera on the table near the door to my patio. Get it and take a couple of pictures before my kneebacks dry"

     Grant rushed to the table upon which my camera sat, returned and took one picture of the back of my legs alone, the kneebacks still glossy with his saliva. Then, climbing up the stairs until he lingered directly over me, Grant took a second picture of the entire back of my shackled body. When he came back over to me, I told him to take one of my kneebacks alone...so I, too, may admire his handiwork.

     Once the pictures had fully developed, Grant took the keys and unlocked the handcuffs and ankle binders. I stood erect, stretching. Then, Grant laid himself down upon his stomach at attention. Taking the handcuffs and ankle binders, I tied his hands behind his back and his ankles together before going back down upon my stomach. Bringing my face closer to Grant's legs, I stuck out my tongue and, gingerly, licked his kneebacks. I lingered, rapturously, on each delicious kneeback, savoring their taste within my mouth before puckering my lips and kissing them.

     Though he did not utter a remark as I had, Grant exhaled blissfully...a sign that he, too, loved having his kneebacks licked and kissed. I took hold of my SX-70 and took the same three pictures of Grant...full figure prone, back of the legs alone, and the kneebacks, still glossy with saliva.

     Putting the camera aside and taking the keys, I quickly unlocked the handcuffs and ankle binders and helped Grant to his feet. I went to the kitchen and fetched a couple of Wet Ones, handing one to Grant. We immediately cleansed and dried our kneebacks before leaving the house for the long trip to San Diego, where I would bid Grant goodnight before returning home.

     My next stop...Ottawa, Canada, to lick the kneebacks of Michael Forrester.