Track Runner's Feet:
Will You Let Me Take Them Home?
by Randy

At the gym were I work out at I had been seeing this nice looking black guy name Byron, who in actual was half Russia and half South African. He had a very nice golden brown skinned complexion. His body was built like a track runner with skin tight silk biker shorts. While I worked out, I used to watch him as he would run around the track inside the gym. He would do little sprints back in forth in front of me while I did leg lift weights.

Well, one day while arriving at the gym he was leaving. As I pulled next to him we both gave each other eye contact. I could tell he was curious about me as well as me about him. He drove this very nice Cruzier SUV type vehicle, it was black and gold with nice wheels. Boy that sure tells a lot about a guy doesn't it? I went to his window and we began to talk and everything was fine but I wasn't able to figure a way to lure him back to my apartment. He looked so good, I could just taste his feet in my mind.

We ended that conversation, and he left for that day. I knew the next time that I would see him it would be a sure thing and it was. So, it just happened one day after work I went to the gym and there he was running and sprinting. At first I played hard to get because I hadn't seen him for a while. I knew he had noticed me as well as me noticing him. Apparently, at first he was playing hard to get also. Finally, we both ended up at a point in the gym and we began to start talking to each other. I asked him how was he doing, and how was his work out. He said that he was worn out and kind of sore. That's just what I need to hear.

I told him that what he needed was a good message rub, and he agreed. I love it when a man is vunerable, especially when that look as good as he does. I told him that I could give him a message and help get the soreness out. I invited him to my apartment, and he excepted but he said that it was late and he couldn't stay long. He asked me was I finish with my workout, I said if you're done, so am I.

So, we both left the gym and he followed me to my apartment. Of course as we approached my apartment my heart beated faster and faster. I kept wondering what was going to happen. The strange thing was, I didn't necessarily want to have sex, but I did want to get those big size 11 track shoes off his feet. It was like opening up a present and not knowing what was going to be inside. Well guess what, when we got in my apartment, we immediately started making conversation, and next I convinced his to let me message his feet. Not knowing at all what his feet would look like.

When I slipped this left shoe off, out came this nice sweaty smelling foot with a white foot sock attached. I began to massage that foot, and let me stop now to tell you. He was sitting by my door in a high standing foot stool and I was sitting on the floor at his feet all this time. It was an immediate foot worship experience, me at his feet. He was outdone with me doing all of this. He then let me take off the right shoe and I began rubbing both feet then. Not knowing how he would react, I kept talking to him as I rubbed his feet, and made my move to remove the first sock, he stirred as I did this, but he didn't reject it. Then I got the other sock off and began to massage both feet. My dick was harder than a rock, but I managed to hide my excitement.

At this point, I was more than bold. I just told him I had a fascination for men feet. He asked me if I like women feet, and I said know, only men's feet. He asked me was I gay, and that he was not gay. I clearly told him that I wasn't interested in what his sexual preference was, but only that I was glad that he was letting me worship his feet. Then I began to stroke and lick his pretty feet in my mouth, and he began to smile. He just couldn't understand why another guy would love kissing and sucking his feet. I complimented him over and over on how good looking his feet were, he was just modest and shook his head. He then got down out of the chair and laid on the floor, which gave me a full opportunity to massage his thick athletic nicely hairy legs and worked my way back to his yummy feet.

We continued to talk and he got more comfortable, and I began to suck and bite on the thick meaty soles of his feet. I could tell he just loved it. His feet would tense up and the toes would curl with pure delight asking for more.

He said it was late and that he had to go, he must had shot his load in his pants. I said okay, but that you must come back sometime and let me finish. He said that he would, and I hugged him at the door and walked him to his car. He knew I had fell in love with him. I'm still waiting for my full fantasy with him. We still see each other at the gym from time to time, and he just smiles when I make sexual advances and remarks of how I need to taste his feet again, and he just grins and smiles with his handsome boyish face as we both work out together.

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