My
First Ejaculation
by Holden
Xavier
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This
is a true story.
Let me tell you about the first time I came. I did it while I was
sucking my Uncle Brent’s right big toe. You should have seen
this man. He was 28 years old, 6 foot tall, wavy black hair, piercing
blue eyes, thick build, hairy legs and toes, wide and manly size
13 feet. He could have easily played for any pro football team.
I was ten years old, excited and scared by the uncontrollable act
of ejaculating. All I knew was that it was something so wonderful
that I felt the sensation all throughout my body, even my fingertips.
My family lived in a small town in the eastern part of Texas called
Rusk. The people there are good folk, real ‘salt-of-the-earth’
types where a man’s word and handshake is as good as a signed
contract. Hot rods and cowboys were numerous as well as the smell
of leather boots and the sweaty feet reeking from working a full
day in the hot, Texan sun. It still makes me hard to think about
it to this today.
I was young and my uncle Brent came to live with my family. He was
my father’s younger brother and fresh out of the enlisted
service of the Marines. Uncle Brent had served three years and was
dishonorably discharged for being involved in a bar fight where
he had punched an MP. He always had a drinking problem. He would
get so drunk and pass out and that he would never remember what
had happened. Lucky for me, that happened often. I had his feet
so many times over the years thanks to the Budweiser.
He worked with my dad in construction and basically spent all of
his earnings on his Harley Davidson motorcycle, hanging out at bars,
and chasing woman. We did not have enough room in our house for
Uncle Brent to have his own space so he had to ‘bunk’
in my room. I took the top bunk, he had the bottom. He was so tall
that his huge feet always hung over his bed. Most weekend nights
he would come in late around 3 or 4 in the morning and crash into
his bed, leaving his boots on. I would wake up and climb down from
my bed and take off his big boots and socks for him and cover him
up. He began snoring almost instantaneously. His feet were so big
in those socks that the socks would actually retain the shape of
his foot after I took them off. That is when I began to be attracted
to his feet. The smell of his feet was so rancid and erotic that
it made a direct line to my young dick. I did not know what was
going on but I did know that it felt good being with his feet and
having them in my hands. The smell of his feet smelt like leather
and sweat and the musk scent of a man.
I was always scared that he would wake up but he never did. I would
put his smelly, dirty socks in my mouth and suck all the sweat out.
They smelled so great and tasted so salty. I spent several late
nights massaging, kissing, sniffing, and memorizing ever inch of
my Uncle Brent’s bare feet. I recorded to memory all the veins
on his tops, the fine and swirled prints and wrinkles of his soles,
how his feet smelled when he had not bathed in a few days, and even
the freckle on the side of his left foot. They were so big that
they reminded me of two huge skyscrapers towering over me.
I used to put my nose at the base of his toes on the underside and
put my lips on the palms of his feet and just inhale for hours.
His feet smelled so strongly that I could find them in the dark.
I could tell from just the smell of his huge feet how long they
had been in boots and socks and when the last time they were bathed.
I was in heaven, but I never knew what was in store for me.
Those late night rendezvous with my Uncle Brent’s feet continued
for two years. I rubbed and massage his feet often in the night
but my little hands probably made no impact on his huge feet. When
I was a little older, I found some hidden porn videos that my uncle
had stashed in a chest in the garage. One day after school, I played
the tapes when no one was home and got educated quickly. I had no
idea about how sex worked or anything like that but soon learned
from those XXX VHS’s just what it was all about.
On one of the videos, I got an instant erection.
It was not the couple having sex but rather what I saw the couple
do before they had sex. The guy told the girl to get down on his
feet and suck his toes to ‘get him in the mood’. She
complied and I got an instant boner. She worked his feet and sucked
his toes like they were dicks. I knew then that kissing and smelling
my uncle’s feet was no longer enough for me, I had to take
it to the next level and put his big toes in my mouth and suck those
massive size 13’s. It was that following weekend that I got
my chance to truly worship his feet and mark the first time I came
in my life.
It was Friday night, March 14th, 1986, that will be etched in my
memory forever. Actually it was the early morning of the Ides of
March on the 15th but who cares. Those hours changed my life forever.
As usual, my Uncle Brent came in late that night after a hard week’s
work and partying to the wee hours of the morning and passed out
on his bed. This huge, burly guy asleep on his back with hairy legs
and chest and toes was in my room snoring unaware that his feet
were going to fuck my mouth for the first time. Those size 13 boots
were sticking straight up for me to remove them as I had before.
I was so nervous but already rock hard in my pants from just the
sight and aroma of my Uncle Brent’s huge feet and boots. I
removed his boots; they were especially hard to remove that night,
almost as if his manly feet had grown in those steel-toed, confining
work shoes. He had been in his boots for at least 18 to 20 hours
and had worked all day in the spring, Texas heat. The socks came
off wet with sweat and the smell of those big, beautiful feet put
me in ecstasy. His feet were so large that the socks were stretched
to their limit. The sweaty, yellow stain on the bottoms of the socks
retained the shape of his massive soles. He may have fucked the
local bar whores but he always drove home after and brought his
manly feet to me.
To do what I saw on the porno tape to my uncle’s feet, I would
have to get in the bed with him. I gently got in his bed and lay
down so I was looking at the tops of his feet. The tops of his feet
were so ripped and the veins protruded like roads leading to the
mountain of his toes. I moved myself so close to his feet that my
lips touched his big toenail and could feel the warmth from his
wide foot in the dark. I held his massive feet in my young hands
and began to kiss and lick his right big toenail.
His feet were soft and moist, fresh from the sweaty dungeon of his
leather boots and smelly socks that had confined them for so long.
His foot was so wide that I could not wrap my small hands around
the circumference of his right foot and make my fingertips touch.
He did not flinch. He was out cold and snoring up a storm. I was
so afraid that he would wake up at any minute or that my parents
may come in the room but it was so late and I was so horny for his
feet. I cautiously began to cover the tip of his right big toe with
my lips. I was so nervous that my lips shivered as I began to take
his big right toe inside of me. I was so hard that a wildcat could
not have scratched me down. My lips had reached as far down the
shaft of his big toe as they could before my teeth touched the tip
of his big right toe. His feet were so big that my lips did not
even make it to the first joint of his toe.
I gently opened my mouth and slowly glided his big toe all the way
inside my oral space. It took me about twenty minutes to get his
toe all the way inside of me. His toe was so big for my small mouth.
It filled the entire cavity of my mouth so much so that I had barely
enough room to move my tongue around. I had to breathe through my
nose but all I smelled was his stinky feet, which was fine with
me. While his big toe was inside my mouth, my tongue was tight against
his toenail. The soft part of his huge toe rested on the roof of
my mouth. I just held this gorgeous man in my mouth for a good five
minutes. The taste was warm and salty. My lips closed around the
base of Uncle Brent’s big right toe. I was shaking with fear
and excitement and listened out to hear if he was still snoring.
He was. His salty big toe in my mouth seemed to dry up all of my
saliva. I waited for my mouth to make more spit so I could lubricate
his massive shaft in my tight, oral space. So many feelings were
raging inside of me. Here I was a boy who had this hot guy’s
right big toe in my mouth. I did not even know what the word gay
meant yet. My mind and spirit was in a place of innocence.
His big toe inside my mouth made me feel like my mouth was MADE
for his feet. His big toe and my mouth fit together so well. I felt
as though Uncle Brent and I were as one during that erotic night.
I finally stopped exploring my emotions and just concentrated on
the feeling of having him inside of me. My face was flush and warm
as though all the blood in my body had run to the rescue of this
foreign object in my mouth. I slowly began to glide his big toe
out of my mouth and hold the reservoir of sweat, dirt, and spit
inside to keep them from running down the shaft of his toe. It was
so salty. I swallowed the sweat-spit nectar and took him back inside
my mouth. His toe was so big that I had to stretch my lips to get
them over the width of his toe.
I began to find a niche in my routine.
I would to go up and down, and up and down, on his toe like it a
huge dick head that was fucking me. The underside of his toe did
have the shape of the head of a dick. His big toe went inside and
out of my mouth several times. I tried to deep throat his big toe
but he was just too large and it gagged me. I remember twirling
his hairs underneath his toenail with my tongue. I started moving
my head around so I could get different angles of his shaft into
my mouth. I preferred it most in the position where the soft part
of his toe rubbed against the roof of my mouth. It was like the
underside of his toe was massaging the roof of my mouth. My tongue
rested on his nail, managing to get some sock lint and toe jam from
the corner of my mouth where his big toe met his second toe. I was
in heaven. In and out, in and out, he went through me. I went up
and down, up and down on his huge, manly toe. My hands, still holding
the shaft of his entire foot, would catch any saliva that had escaped
and ran down from my mouth. His toe fucked my mouth for a good twenty
minutes. My mouth, though small, fit his huge toe perfectly like
a glove sliding on and off.
I remember how sore my mouth was by using muscles I never knew I
had. I began to rock back and forth as I straddled the bed trying
not to make too much movement as I did not want to wake him. The
deeper his toe penetrated my tight mouth, the harder I would thrust
the bed. It was as if I were fucking the bed as his foot fucked
me. I was rocking back and forth on his foot and his bed until a
point when it became involuntary. I was sucking his manly toe like
my life depended on it. My body rocked violently and my breathing
became labored. I was not in control of my body or breathing anymore;
it was doing this on its own.
Then suddenly, I started to cum.
I shot a load in my pants that hurt and felt good at the same time.
I still had his big toe in my mouth and I moaned with pleasure.
It felt as though I had held my pee for days and was finally getting
to relieve myself. My eyes crossed and for those twenty or so seconds
of ecstasy; I didn’t care if the world was coming to an end.
I was cumming and holding on tight to his huge foot and swallowing
his toe as deep as I could. I was sucking Uncle Brent like my life
depended on it. All I could feel was the wonderful explosion in
my pants. I did not care if Uncle Brent would have wakened or if
my folks had come into the room at that moment. I felt the sensation
of cumming throughout my whole body, from head to toe, especially
my mouth and dick! I was trembling so violently that I dislodged
his massive toe from my mouth and fell of his bed.
He mumbled something and then rolled over on his side. I laid there
in the floor almost convulsing and trying to make sense of what
was happening. I was still having an orgasm but not as strongly.
I had cum so much that my jizz has seeped through my shorts and
was soaking my clothes and inner thigh. It was the first time my
dick had ever passed a fluid so thick through it that the sensation
was painful, yet very pleasurable. I just laid there looking up
at those huge size 13’s thinking, ‘Wow, that just inside
of me! Thank you God for letting me have him.’
I managed to get my breathing and penis back under control and go
to the bathroom to change my shorts and assess the damage. I took
off my shorts and looked at my dick and semen. The jizz was thick
and clear, almost the consistency of KY Jelly. On the porn tape,
they guy’s sperm looked milky. I was still a little confused
by what had actually happened. Maybe this was not cum I had in my
shorts. Maybe I was too young to be producing a milky sperm. And
also, the pain I experienced may have been from chaffing my dick
against my shorts and Uncle Brent’s bed. My dick had never
been larger or harder in my entire life! When I was with my Uncle
Brent’s feet, my orgasms were always longer and more sensitive
than with any other feet I have ever been with in my life.
Uncle Brent unknowingly helped me become a man that Friday night
in March in Texas. He was the coolest guy. I am glad my ‘first
time’ was with him. He taught me more about what it meant
to be a man than anyone else in my life. I copied how he walked,
talked, and looked, and applied his work ethic to my own life. He
was a lady’s man and all the men wanted to be like him. I
looked up to him. I worshipped that man and the feet he walked on.
I sniffed and licked and sucked his boots, socks, and feet so many
more times over the years that I mastered my craft of foot loving.
I have so many more things to tell you about him and me too, but
that is for another time.
He eventually got married and moved out and had a family of his
own. But not before I had many more intense encounters with his
boots, socks, and feet. I hope you enjoyed this true life experience;
how I wish you could have been there with me. If you vote this story
as your favorite, I will write some more that are just as erotic.
Please write me if you like what you read. I am curious to hear
from you about your first foot experiences: holdencaufield30121@yahoo.com.
Thanks,
Holden
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