by Jak Mik
As a child, I dreamt of traveling to places that I would’ve never imagined I would be visiting today.
As a photographer you tend travel a lot, ‘specially when you have to photograph famous models who constantly have you moving from continent to continent. Shoot after shoot, model after model, country after country, life was just becoming a cycle, and I didn’t necessarily like this way of life. I was 21 at the time, at the peak of youth, but I had yet to found Mr. perfect. I was an average looking guy, hispanic, not too tall, fit, but in the eyes of all these models, I was just another photographer. (I was a pretty good photographer, hence being so young and having a job of this importance). However, this job was quite a drag in the beginning, mainly because the models I tend to shoot enjoy being barefoot, and I am a sucker for a nice pair of feet.
I’ve had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember, and It’s a really bad one too. I just couldn't resist starring at the scrumptious male feet these models had. I would’ve never guessed that my life would be completely turned upside down because of a shoot in Sao Paulo, Brazil. After arriving at this beautiful city, I was told that we would be photographing a Brazilian model by the name of Bruno. Nothing to important, just another model, same old mumbo jumbo. But little did I know that I would head over heels for this man.
When I first saw Bruno, I noticed something different about him. He wasn’t like all the other models. He was polite, unlike most of the people I photographed. “Hello, my name is Bruno, thank you much for doing this” he said in a Brazilian accent. “Sebastian” I said as I shook his hand back, trying so hard not to blush. This man was absolutely gorgeous. Killer body, tan skin, gorgeous jaw line, and lucky for me, he was already barefoot. His feet weren’t too small, yet not too big, just how I liked em. I could’ve sworn I almost came my pants by just interacting with him.
The shoot went by fast, he was simply posing on a fence, without a shirt, denim shorts and his bare feet exposed. I just couldn’t stop starring at his feet, they were absolutely gorgeous and I wouldn’t mind kissing them. After the shoot, I said goodbye to the rest of the crew and head back to my hotel. I had another two days in Sao Paulo for myself. Lucky for me, the photographs I took during the photo session captured his sexy bare soles. I took some of the pictures for myself, and saved them onto my desktop. Needless to say, I had great wank that night.
The next day, I had the city to myself. Sao Paulo was indeed gorgeous. Beautiful buildings, beautiful people, and beautiful feet. I was in heaven. That night (my last in the city to be more specific) I was heading back to my hotel, when I saw a gay flag at a club not too far from there. I decided I should have a little more fun, so I went back up to my room, showered/changed and headed down to the club. It was a pretty boring night, I sat by myself watching others have fun. I ordered one more drink and decided that maybe it was time go back to the hotel. But just as I was getting ready to leave, a someone tapped me in the back. It was fucking Bruno. My heart nearly stopped beating. I was so in shock. Why the hell would he be at a bar like this? And why is he trying to talk to ME? “Hey there” I said trying not have a panic attack. Let’s just say, I’m not very good with guys. He asked if I remembered from the shoot “of course I do you handsome idiot” I said in my mind, but I just nodded. He offered to be buy me another drink, but I said “no thanks”. I asked him what brought him to this club, and he told me that his friends wanted to come and have a drink, he pointed them out after. I kept checking him out, he was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and some boat shoes, nothing too extravagant.
After a couple minutes of socializing, I asked him a question, that I was dying to know the answer to. “Are you Gay”? He looked at me, laughed his ass off, and said “Of course, why else would I be hitting on you”? I laughed with him, but inside I was filled with joy. A sexy Brazilian man, thinks I’m attractive? Who would’ve known? I took his offer for a drink on him and chilled with him for the rest of the night. We danced a little, and eventually his friends decided to dip, but he stayed! “Amazing” I thought to myself. After finally opening up to this dude. I asked him if he was down to come back to my hotel room, to relax, maybe watch movie, or maybe a little fun, and he was down. It was about 2 in the morning at this point. We were laying in bed and he went in for the kiss. "Holy crap, I just kissed my dream man” I thought to myself. After a couple minutes of making out, I did a daring thing and asked him if he wanted a massage. Without hesitating he said “sure”. I made him lay on his belly and begin massaging his shoulders and back, he was in heaven. I started getting more and more comfortable along with horny. I grabbed his ass and he simply moaned. “Hell yes” I thought to myself. I moved down to his legs and his feet. I was in heaven.
Without thinking twice, I pulled of his shoes. He kinda freaked out at first. Bruno, thought his feet were smelly and gross so he didn’t want me to massage them, but I convinced him that it was fine. Soon after this, he said “I knew it”. “What” I said, confused. “I knew you liked my feet. At the shoot you couldn’t lay your eyes off of them. I like that you like my feet. Foot fetishes are common here in Brazil.”. I didn’t really know what to say after he made that statement, so I let my actions speak for me. I grabbed both of his feet and planted them in my face. I was in once again in heaven. I sucked his toes and began kissing his soles. I nibbled on his soles too, which made him giggle. After an intense foot worship secession. I whipped out my dick and began stroking it. After drenching his sexy Brazilian feet with spit, I began stroking my cock over his feet. After about 2 minutes, I dropped the biggest load of my life all over his sexy soles. He rubbed them together and laughed. “You’re really cute” he said, “I think your foot fetish is adorable”. “Thanks” I said trying to catch my breath.
“Now it’s my turn” Bruno said.
We had sex all night that night. The next morning, I departed back to Miami. He gave me his number and Facebook and told me he would come to Miami in two weeks, and he did. While in Miami, the foot fun continued. Today, Bruno and I live in an apartment in downtown Miami. He found a modeling agency down here, and hooked me up with a photography job as well. I never would’ve imagined that I would’ve managed to pull a sexy Brazilian model.
Hopefully, our foot fun continues, so I can tell you guys more about it.
