by Tony
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I had no idea Rick was straight when I picked him up in the bar. I'd gone out to a gay club that night to make myself feel better. The week had been shitty and I needed a release. I'd been dancing for awhile with a friend when a handsome blonde walked up and offered me a drink. He said his name was Rick and he said he'd like to take me home.
I looked at my friend, finished my drink, smiled and said, "I'm outta here."
Now usually I don't go home with the first man that buys me a drink, but something about Rick made me feel safe. He was about 6'2" and had bright blue eyes. He looked a bit like rough-trade but he had a nice goatee and a great smile. I think the smile is what did it. He also had exceptionally nice feet. From what I can see of his big black boots, his foot looked to be about a size 11 or 12. Since I have a fetish for guy's feet, I was anxious to see what those big feet looked like close up!
We got to Rick's apartment and he told me to get comfortable. He stepped out of the room and I nosed around looking at pictures on the wall and his large CD collection. I also noticed a wedding photo on his mantle. It was a picture of Rick in a black tux and a red-haired woman in a wedding gown. He came back into the room and I turned and sat down on the couch.
Looking perplexed I asked, "So who's the lady in the wedding photo?"
"Oh, that's my wife." He replied.
"You mean your ex-wife, don't you?"
"No. She's my wife. We were married three years ago. We're still married. He said.
I looked at him oddly. "If you're still married, why am I here? I mean, why do you need me if you have a wife?"
"My wife is great. She's the best thing in the world for me. But I like it when I'm all hot and sweaty and stink a bit, and Julie ... that's her name ... she likes for me to be all nice and clean and fresh when we make love. I like to be rank and manly-smelling once in awhile and usually queers like you enjoy that. I know for a fact that you do." He said.
"How do you know that?" I inquired.
"You know your friend that you were dancing with? He said you like it when the guy you're with smells like a man. You like it a lot. And I'm a real man and I smell like a real man. Believe me!"
I was shocked. Why would Ted tell this guy what I do and do not like in bed? "How do you know all this? If you're married, why were you ever with Ted?"
"Like I said, Julie likes it when I'm clean, but when I wanna have some rough and smelly sex, there's nothing better than doing it with a queer. I've had Ted ... and I'm gonna have you too." He smirked.
"I think I need to leave. I mean, here you're straight and you think just because you know a few things about me ... supposed things I might add ... that I'm just gonna want to drop everything and sleep with you? Yeah right!"
He kicked off his boots and walked over to the couch. He put his big smelly foot right up on my chest and said· "Yeah. I think you'll stay. He slowly moved his foot up to my face. He placed his foot squarely on my face and pushed me over so that I slid down on the couch. He hopped a bit closer (with his sweaty smelling foot still planted firmly on my face) and pressed down harder so that his foot was directly pressing me into the cushions of his couch. He took his foot off of my face and grabbed my arms. He pulled me from the couch and laid me on the floor. He sat down on the couch and placed both sweaty feet directly in my face.
"Sniff 'em baby." He said as he looked down at me. "Get a good whiff."
I was truly enthralled. I couldn't help myself. I sniffed and licked and sucked on his big smelly feet and loved every minute of it. That's it foot fag--lick those feet. He removed his feet and pulled me to his crotch. He unzipped his jeans and pushed my face into his groin. The smell was intoxicating.
He forced me to lick his cock for a few seconds and then quickly pushed me back to the floor with his foot. He stood up and placed his foot on my neck to hold me down. He removed his shirt and threw it in the corner. He pulled me up to a standing position and pressed my face into his armpit. Suck on that too, bitch. He teased. I sucked on his smelly armpit and he pressed my face in closer with his hand. It stunk, but I have to admit that I liked it.
"Yeah, suck on it baby." He continued.
Once he felt I had gotten my fair share of armpit odor, he placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down into a kneeling position. I was forced to sniff his crotch and suck his cock again. I could feel him getting close and he again pushed me over with his foot. He stepped on me as he crossed the room to a coffee table. He pulled out a condom and placed it on his dick. He stepped on me again as he returned. He stood over me and stroked himself. He saw me looking up at him. He placed his big foot over my face and ground my head into the carpet a little. He finally climaxed and shot his load. I, in the meantime, had shot quite a load myself. He pulled me up and sent me to his shower. Take a shower and get out. He said. I showered and was ready to leave.
"Hey," he said, "I'll look you up again sometime."
He smiled and threw me the used condom. "I know I liked it ... and you did too, I think?"
I turned and left. It was quite an experience, and one I won't soon forget.
