Raphael & Me
by Luigi

Rafael is a young man in my life.

We met when he arrived in the same academy where I take my jazz dancing lessons . . . both of us were auditioning for a musical we are preparing.

As soon as my eyes focused on him I was in heaven. He has dark hair, very tanned skin, a chest it die for, and a set of arms so beautiful! I go crazy just by seeing them (and also his gorgeous pair of legs), so well formed and hairy with normal size feet, but oh so enchanting.

After I had introduced my self to him, I was asked by my teacher to help him and the other new member of the cast to learn the steps of all the choreography we had. I gave special attention to Rafael.

We became friends and then one night after rehearsal, he asked if I would like to go to a club with him and some friends. I naturally accepted even before he'd finished the whole sentence! Since we were all sweaty, we decided to go to one of the girl's houses to get a shower and change clothes. Of course I had to go home to get mine, and Rafael volunteered to take me. I saw this as a chance to get to know him better.

We talked for a while about everything and anything; the play, school, work. When we got to my place I invited him in and he sat on the sofa in the living room. I went to my room to gather my things and, as I walked down the
stairs, my eyes made the most wonderful discovery . . . he had taken his shoes off!

I did not mentioned anything about it, I simply began fantasizing how I wanted so much to feel his feet in my hands--kiss them, caress them, make sweet love to them. But I could not say a word to him about it, I was to
nervous.

Finally I took a deep breath and, very naturally, said "Hey, you have very cute feet."

"What a stupid thing to say!" I thought to myself.

He just smiled and said, "Thank you, I just had to rest my feet I little bit before we went back out. You don't mind do you?"

I said "Of course not." I saw this as my big chance to make my move--it was all or nothing.

"Would you like me to rub your feet?" I asked with the desire of a child asking for a piece of candy.

He answered, "I don't think we have time, do we?"

"Don't worry, we'll make time."

I sat down and pulled his sweaty feet on to my lap. I gently removed his socks . . . my GOD! He had the most amazing feet I had ever seen! Gently I started kneading his soles--softly rubbing up and down his arches. The soles where surprisingly smooth the toes had just a little hint of hair on them as well as the tops of his feet.

Rafael, very softly moaned and sighed as I continued. I felt comfortable enough to ask him if I could kiss his feet--he just nodded yes. Slowly I ran my lips over and over his sweet feet my hands went up his legs until I felt something hard in my hand. His cock was throbbing in my grip and it had precum all over it. All it took was a simple caress with the tip of my finger and I
felt sweet cum dripping from his love muscle--I shot my load at the same time.

We had forgotten about our friends and going to the club, but it did not matter. We both were in ecstasy, and that was all that mattered.

Before we went back out, we stood by the door--neither of us wanted to leave. I wanted to thank him . . . to say how much I desired him since day one. But when I had gathered enough strength to say something, he took my hand and we went back to may room.

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