by "The L"
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I'm just one of those typical, run-of-the-mill twenty-year-old red heads.
I'm as white as white can be, I can't get tan, and I have freckles...lots of them. But I took a liking to Mexican nineteen-year-old who moved into town. As far as I am concerned, Joaquin Morales was the most handsome man in the world. His father must have had some Anglo blood. His mother was all Mexican. The mixtures produced an uncommon harmony in Joaquin.
He had comparatively aquiline features, with deep- set communicative eyes, a "noble Roman nose" that made his face strong and distinguished, and a slight mouth that actually seemed rather sensual. His face expressed all the good qualities of life: intelligence, kindness, generosity, strength and courage, humor, gentleness, compassion and love. He was five feet nine inches tall, with muscular limbs and meaty, perfectly-shaped feet, which I immediately fell in love with.
But being sexually inexperienced and insecure, I worked to become the kind of guy I think Mexican boys like Joaquin Morales: I resolved to read the Mexican magazine called "Proceso", in case Joaquin cares about what's hip and happening down in Mexico, and I looked up info on Hondas so that I could talk to him about his new Acura Integra. I even faked a familiarity with Mexican food (real Mexican food, not Americanized Mexican food) and a taste for Corona beer.
My plan worked though. We got to be good friends and I even started to like doing some of the things I'd only pretended to like originally.
Finally, last weekend we visited my friend Joaquin's home city. We volunteered in the morning at an art class dedicated to maintaining traditional Mexican art, and after we traveled, (in the back of a pickup) to a group home which singly supports 29 immigrant students for the year, giving room, board, school scholarships, clothing and all the little extras on a budget of $25,000 a year. Seeing him work with the kids I realized Joaquin was an incredible teacher, surrogate father, and a person who wanted to see kids who are otherwise discriminated in school succeed. We played soccer with them as well, and left them with a stack of new shirts and balls.
After the soccer game we both remarked about how our feet hurt.
There were some wide steps leading out of the park and Joaquin lead me over to them and told me to sit down. I did as he ordered, finding a step that was just the right height for only my head to be out of the water. Joaquin knelt at my feet and removed my sneakers. I wasn't wearing socks. Then he grabbed my right foot in his hand and began kneading and caressing the sole, working his finger up and down the center and then squeezing it firmly between both his hands. The feeling was amazing!. Then he worked his fingers between my toes and squeezed every toe firmly between his thumb and forefinger. His hands rubbing all over my feet made me moan in pleasure. He repeated the process with my left foot.
Eventually we switched places and I pulled off Joaquin's sneakers and socks. Then I pulled his meaty feet onto my lap and started counting and tweaking his tanned toes, "This little piggy--"
He laughed so hard and fought against my fingers touching his feet so much that I had to stop. He was that ticklish!
" All right, all right," I said as I stopped tickling and started a firm massage across his meaty soles, "That feel good?" Joaquin responded with a moan so filled with pleasure that I almost thought he'd had an orgasm.
We switched places again and he took my pale size ten foot in his hand and kissed it oh so erotically--so erotically that I had to free my rigid, throbbing cock from my pants. Joaquin Morales had the most extraordinary mouth, sensuous lips, adroit tongue, and he knew how to put them to good use. Even my ankle became an erogenous zone as he ran his tongue over it and my foot. Then he took my toe into his mouth and I had to grip onto the tub to keep from sliding in.
I can't describe what it felt like to have my toes in his mouth. It was so pleasurable that I absolutely lost it. "Unnnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!!" I moaned as I shot a huge stream of cum across his chest.
I kept cumming and cumming and I was so overwhelmed by sensations that I fainted dead away. And I woke up in Joaquin's arms. He was kissing me all over my face, and telling me how lovely I was. I think I may have fainted again!