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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