by Chris
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I had seen Jonathan a few times when I was out with my friend Bonnie, whom I used to work with at Red Lobster. It was only too bad for me that I had quit before he came along, so we didn't have the chance to work together. He was about five ten, average build and very sexy. Although I had never been introduced to him, I found him very attractive and always asked Bonnie about him. She informed me that he'd just moved here and was very nice, but he was not gay. I wanted to find out for myself though.
Saturday night Bonnie invited me to go out drinking with her and some friends from work. Having nothing to do, and having not seen Bonnie in some time, I decided to head up to the local bar where they were going to be hanging out. She did not tell me Jonathan would be there.
Not feeling like dressing up or looking nice, I threw on some Adidas warm-up pants, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes. I mean, how likely was it that I would hook up at a straight, redneck bar anyway?
I got in my car and drove up to Barry's Lounge, ready for a few beers and whatever else may come my way--which I figured would be nothing. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw Bonnie's car, so I parked next to her and went into Barry's.
Right away I spotted Bonnie in the corner with her friends from Red Lobster playing pool. I went over to her and received the hugs that I knew were coming. She quickly introduced me to everyone I didn't know, and told me I had to take on the winner.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka on the rocks and sat down at a stool to talk to the bartender for a minute. I knew him from high school, and we hadn't seen each other in years. We chatted for a moment and, when I was ready to return to the pool game, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey Chris," the voice was familiar, and it was just who I wanted it to be.
I turned around and was face to face with Jonathan. He was so hot, I know I must have looked crazy at that moment. He has brown hair and eyes and is fairly small . . . but VERY hot. I couldn't think of anything to say. We had never even been formally introduced. He could only know me from hearing Bonnie talk about me at work. I had only seen him a few times, but God he looked sexy with his five o'clock shadow and I couldn't think of anything but how his lips would feel all over my face and mouth.
"Hey Jonathan. How have you been?" That was all I knew to say.
"I'm doing good. I know we've never actually been introduced, because Bonnie is rude, but it's very nice to meet you." He laughed, taking the stool next to me. The world disappeared as we continued to chat. I knew that something was up, because Jonathan's eyes never left mine . . . and he had this smile and warmth about him. I could tell that he was looking for the same thing I was. He told me about how he had just come out
of a two year relationship, and he was so upset, etc. But he also made it clear that he was ready to move on.
He never said if it was with a man or a woman, but the way he was acting led me to go with my first choice.
My vodka quickly disappeared, so I ordered another and bought Jonathan a beer. I was having such a wonderful time with him, I forgot we were at Barry's, which I was quickly reminded of when Bonnie walked over a minute later and told me it was my turn to play pool.
"Oh Chris, I see you've had the pleasure of meeting Jonathan.
Jonathan, Chris. Chris, Jonathan." Bonnie had a weird way of doing things, which was often funny, but I wished she had introduced us a lot sooner. Jonathan was, no doubt, the sexiest man I had ever met. It's not even that he was exceptional in looks, but his manner and his essence were exactly what I had hoped to find in someone for a long time. To me Jonathan was the hottest man in the world, with looks that made me get "the feeling" inside. He was making me feel like a ten-year-old girl, not a twenty three year old man.
"Thanks Bonnie, but I've already had the pleasure of meeting Jonathan and we've actually hit it off quite well. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to sit the pool game out. Maybe I'll catch you later on though," I was blowing her off, I know, but it was for a worthy cause.
She walked off and Jonathan and I resumed our conversation.
Two hours and several vodkas later, Jonathan asked me if I was ready to split. I was a bit shocked, considering this was the first mention he had made of wanting to leave with me or the first actual confirmation that this was going to go in another direction. Being no fool, I nodded and we left. Bonnie waved bye to me on the way out. She understood.
Walking side by side in the parking lot, Jonathan's hand brushed against mine and I laughed. I felt a surge of sensual energy go through my entire body, stirring at my crotch. He had light hair on his hand, and his skin felt so good on mine. I looked at him, he smiled at me. "Thank you God" was all that I could think at that moment.
We walked to my car, but Jonathan stopped. "Are you sure that you're all right to drive man? I don't live very far, but I could bring you back later."
I was so impressed that he was so sweet and considerate of me. I had no business driving at all. I wasn't drunk drunk, but I was buzzing hard. So we walked to his car. He drove a brand new Sentra, which I thought was cool, because I have an X-terra and I thought that two Nissans in the driveway would look even cuter than we would together. No seriously, I wasn't planning that far ahead :)
I got in and shut the door. Me. Jonathan. The dark. I was ready for anything. I knew that if we went there together, it would be worth it.
"Chris," he was looking at me again. The look. My name never sounded so sexy in my entire life. "I've had a really great time tonight with you. I would really like to talk to you again."
"You know, Jonathan, I really like you a lot," I was dreaming at this point. Then we kissed. It was magic. I couldn't wait to get to his place.
When we got done kissing, he drove home. We talked even more on the way, and soon we were at his apartment complex. It was very nice, and I knew he had a good job at this point. I followed him up the stairs and into the nicest one bedroom apartment I had ever seen. It was decorated awesome and it was so clean you could eat off the rug. This made Jonathan even sexier.
By this time, we were at each other hard. We were embraced right behind the closed front door, kissing and touching. He felt so warm. I ran my hands through his hair and savored the moment. It had been so long since I had been with someone. I was in heaven. His stubble on his face felt so manly and so sexy. I wanted to have him in every way possible.
I now knew that I would.
He took my hand and led me to the couch. I sat down, and he told me he would be right back. I waited patiently, with a growing hard-on in my pants. I rubbed it lightly, while I looked around the room. I saw a Playgirl magazine on the coffee table, and there was a FOOT fetish news letter on the table next to the couch. That's when I knew that things were going to get even better.
When Jonathan came back, I was in my underwear and socks. He knew what was up when I stuck my foot up and rubbed it on his crotch. I took it in his hands and rubbed it on his growing dick and moaned.
"Fuck Chris, you are so hot."
He had a nice sized package, and I couldn't wait to see it. He sat down on the floor and started kissing my socked foot. I was now rubbing my hard cock through my underwear and he was massaging my foot. He took off my sock and started kissing it. He was visibly hard now.
I pulled out my dick while he sucked my toes. He worked them like no one else ever had. I was dying to see his feet by now. He looked to be about a size ten. He kissed my heels and licked my soles. I was jacking off by now, I couldn't take it anymore. When he was done working my right foot, he started on the left. I was slowly edging toward climax, but I felt he should enjoy some fun too. He was getting off on pleasuring me . . . but I wanted his feet just as bad. I got down on the floor with him. He undid his pants and took them off, pulling his dick out of his underwear. I peeled off his socks, the smell was light and wonderful. I was buzzing even harder now. He had the best feet I had ever seen. I was in love.
I started to rub his warm feet all over my dick, massaging the underside of my head with his toes. They had just a few hairs on them- just right. He was so clean too. He was slowly bringing himself to an orgasm, as I worked on his feet. I was kissing and licking every inch of them and rubbing my dick all over them. I was in heaven, and moaning.
"Oh Chris...work my feet man. Rub your dick all over them,"
Jonathan's talk was making me even hotter and I couldn't wait to spend much more time with him doing things we had both only ever dreamed of. Just as I was sucking on three of his toes at once, Jonathan burst all over his belly. I crawled up and licked his cum up from his belly and tasted his skin and the light fuzz around his belly button. I felt his dick against my chest. Going down, I began to lick the head clean of his love juice.
Then I took him entirely in my mouth and worked his cock like I had been wanting to since the first time I had ever seen him. He was fucking my face now, rubbing my head. I was so hard I was about to burst. I hadn't cum yet, but it was oozing out from the tip. He blew in my mouth suddenly, after his dick twitched a bit. I swallowed every drop of him .... loved every second of the sweetness. Then Jonathan took me into his mouth and brought me to the places that I had been thinking about for some time!
Worn out, we both retired to his bedroom for the evening. Neither of us could sleep though. We were so excited by the other. We kept it up all night.
Jonathan and I have been seeing each other for six months now, and each time we get together the fires of passion are ignited. We have the most incredible sex ever and the hottest, rawest foot action you could imagine. He is the man I have dreamed of and I'm going to spend my life with him. I hope to write you many more tales of sex in my city.
TO BE CONTINUED...
