A True Story: For Your Consideration
by Xratedtimes@yahoo.com

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It’s amazing the freaks you can meet online.

I recently moved to a mid-sized city in Northern California, and naturally one of my first orders of business was to establish a small circle of fuck-buddies. I’m not the “dating” type, but I do need intense sex a few times a week. I decided to try craigslist, which is a website that allows you to post free personal ads. There, in “men for men”, you can find just about anything–mild to wild, as they say.

I placed an ad as a top, and (not surprisingly) got several responses the first day. I waded through the typical horribly misspelled sentence-fragments and photos of unattractive men , until one picture and email caught my attention. A guy calling himself Sam told me he was a hot and submissive bottom, and that I could do anything to him that I wanted–anything. He sounded like the kind of bottom I love–trashy and eager to please. He had red hair and a goatee, and looked slightly stocky. I called the number he gave me, and he answered.

We talked briefly, and he confirmed that he was a real freak, and loved to service a man. I got hard just talking to him. As it was in the evening and I had just gotten home from work, I asked if he wanted to drop by for a while. He eagerly said yes.

Half an hour later, my doorbell rang. I opened, and it was Sam. He was a little shorter than me (I’m 5'10") and slightly chunky. There was a hungry look in his eyes that made my hard on spring back to life. I invited him into the bedroom, and he told me to lie down.

Since I had just gotten home from work, I was totally dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, and black leather shoes. I went to undress, and he said “No...let me do that”, so I lay down completely clothed.

Kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, almost like a doting mother dressing her child, he carefully unlaced my right shoe and slipped it off. As usual, the feeling of cool air hitting my feet after wearing shoes all day caused me to moan. Sam smiled and focused on the sole of my size nine socked foot. I watched in amazement as he pressed his face into my sole and breathed in heavily. He let loose a lusty “Oh yeah!”, partially muffled by my foot.

I should say here that I have always found my feet to be definite erogenous zones–I love them to be kissed, licked, massaged and worshiped. The only problem is that not many guys are into it. When I find one that it, it really turns me on. I suppose I consider it the ultimate in submissiveness. I have really attractive, soft, pink size 9s that, believe it or not, have gotten me compliments from both men and women!

Well, back to Sam. Watching him grind my foot into his face made me incredibly hot. I began to stroke my cock through my slacks. “You like that, do you?” I growled, and he just moaned “Yeahhh!”. Moments later, he reached up my calf and began pulling off my dress sock. My bare foot ended up right in his face, and he beheld it like a fascinated child. Slowly he leaned forward and buried his face in my warm sole. His bristly red goatee felt incredible! He began rubbing it all over my foot, and finally opened his mouth and devoured my toes.

Oh god, the feeling! First, the bristly beard, and now the hot wetness of his mouth and tongue, darting between my toes and sucking hungrily–it was driving me out of my mind!

“ Fucker! Eat it, fucker!” I commanded, grinding my foot into his face and mouth. “Oh god, oh god”, he moaned in between slurps.

He quickly got my other shoe and sock off, and stayed kneeling by the bed, hungrily devouring my feet.

I had him stop just long enough for me to get up, rip off my musty clothes and toss them onto the floor by the bed. Then I lay back down naked, with my raging hard on in my hand. “Keep licking my feet, you fucking little pig!” I ordered; my voice seemed to be someone else’s, so in to the scene I had become.

I lubed my cock up with some Vaseline that I had on the night stand and began jerking it as I watched Sam absorbed in the intense foot worship. 

“ Get on the bed, you little whore!”, I barked, and he dropped my feet and crawled up onto the bed and buried his face in the pillows, back arched up and ass spread open. Oh god, this guy knew really how to push my buttons! Seeing that submissive stranger with his white ass up in the air begging to get ridden, my feet drenched in his saliva–it was all too much.

Before mounting him, I grabbed one of my dress socks from the floor. I snarled “So, you like my feet, do you...put this fucking sock in your mouth while I fuck you!”. I reached over his head and dropped the dirty sock onto the pillow. He eagerly snatched it up and enthusiastically groaned “Oh yeah!”. He balled the black sock up and buried his mouth and nose in it.

I took one final look at that pink, winking anus hidden between his white cheeks, and then pointed my cock right at it. I sank forward and the head of my Vaselined cock met his knot, pressed through, and I was inside him.

The sensory overload was too much. No sooner had I buried my entire cock in Sam’s ass, then I felt the massive waves of an unstoppable orgasm begin. “Oh shit, I’m gonna shoot!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, give it all to me!” he commanded.

My cock, buried to the balls in his ass, began to spout a week’s worth of hot, thick semen into his rectum and beyond.. Upon feeling the first spasm, Sam began gyrating his ass, loving each twitch of my exploding penis as it emptied it’s sticky cargo.

I held on for a good thirty seconds as my orgasm subsided, trying to catch my breath. I finally pulled my cum- and Vaseline-smeared cock slowly out of his ass, bringing clumps of salty jizz with it that dropped onto the bedspread.

Well, that was my first encounter with Sam–but as you’d imagine, not the last! Over the next few months we’d keep thinking up new and hot things to do. He’d show up at my place after work, eager to taste my moist and musty feet. Sometimes he’d blow me too, swallowing my load, sometimes I’d fuck him, and sometimes I’d jerk off, cum in my hand, then smear the spent semen on the soles of my feet and make him lick it off–which he did excitedly. On “casual Fridays” at work, I’d wear my moccasins without socks all day, to get my feet as marinated in man sweat as possible, but the added aroma just turned Sam on more!

It’s amazing the freaks you can meet online!