by Saluki762
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I always wondered what the hell was wrong with me.
Why do I love the look of men’s feet? The perfect tops, the softest soles; what is it? I want to touch them, kiss them, suck them, cum with them in my mouth. Have I gone too far? What is it that sexually attracts me to want to jump the bones of a nice looking man with beautiful tops? The man doesn’t even have to be that good looking, but if his feet are beautiful I find that I want him so much more. I thought I would get in trouble every time I would take a glance at flip-flopped feet. Would they catch me, would they think me perverse? Am I perverse? I don’t think so, but feet rule a great deal of my sexual desire. Almost every time I see a beautiful pair of feet I want them, I yearn for them, I want to touch them and suck them.
I thought I would loose my mind when I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen walking in my direction. He was tanned and toned, like the sculpture of David. His hair was a dark brown with piercing blue eyes. So, instantly I was drawn to his feet hoping they were in sandals so I could determine if I really thought he was pretty. (If he is handsome, his feet will determine for sure.
If they are not my ideal of pretty, I will dismiss him quickly.) He walked past me and much to my excitement, they were prettier than I could ever imagine. His feet were actually as pretty, or prettier than he was, and that is saying a lot! My cock instantly began to throb. I found myself staring at his feet in a manner that seemed out of my control, following them as he walked. I felt myself drooling a bit, as I looked at the slight dusting of hair that decorated his perfect toes, and tried to regain my composure.
It was very hard, excuse the pun. He sat on a bench, toweling himself off. He apparently had come from the beach, but his feet had no sand on them. I found the courage to sit next to him and acted as though I needed a rest, placing my hands on my head and looking down at his feet, giving the illusion I was just tired. I thought I would just take as many looks as I could and get my rocks off.
For some reason he spoke to me. I heard this deep, guttural voice ask me if I knew what time it was. I stumbled around, not looking at him and stated, “A quarter to two.” He said, “Thanks.” He continued to talk and asked in an accusatory tone, “What are you looking at?” I was so fucking embarrassed that if I could turn red I would have been the color of a beet. I responded, “What?” “What are you looking at? It looks like you keep staring at my feet. The ground is straight down and you keep looking to your left. So, what are you looking at?”
I was so nervous. I had no idea what he might do. Here is this straight guy next to me and I am sexually attracted and he has caught me. What do I do, how do I respond? I was almost catatonic.
“What are you looking at?” he continued with a sense of mild agitation.
“I’m sorry, was I staring? I was so tired. I guess I was just staring at you. I’m sorry.”
“Quit you’re fucking lying. You were looking at my feet!”
My body wanted to get up and leave but I couldn’t move from that bench. “I wasn’t.” I persisted. “I was just…”
“…Fucking horny for my feet! Are you a fag or what?”
“I am gay, but I am no fag, thank you very much! You don’t have to insult me!” He continued to berate, “Bullshit! You would take my insults any day just to get my foot in your mouth!” Little did he know I probably would and my cock grew hard as he talked. “I don’t just let anyone look at my feet without paying me.”
He looked down at my crotch. “Look at you! Your fucking dick is hard right now, and you tell me you don’t want my feet! I bet your cock is throbbing every time I say feet! Look at you, you could be leaving right now and you’re still sitting here! You want my fucking feet and you are going to pay for looking at them!”
I didn’t even know how to respond to those statements, but I knew I wanted his feet and I would have suffered greatly just to touch them. “You are going to come with me!”
The man stood up and grabbed the top of my shirt and jerked me up. “Wait a minute.” I said. “What are you doing? Who the hell are you anyway?”
Honestly, I really didn’t give a damn.
“I am the man whose feet you are going to pay for viewing!”
I don’t know why I did what I did, but I got up from the bench and let him pull me. I followed him to a set of condominiums near the beachfront and then to what must have been his apartment. He opened the door and then just looked at me.
“Well. What are you waiting for? Get in the fucking house!” My cock was, by now, throbbing incessantly. I wanted him and I wanted him now! He sat down on a couch that looked out a large window facing the beach.
“Now get over hear and take my sandals off. You know you want to touch my feet.” He began to speak to me with a much softer voice than he did in the park. “Put my foot on your crotch.”
I complied. He began to rub my cock with his foot. “You like this straight boy rubbing your cock don’t you?” At this point I began to question his straightness.
“Answer me!” he yelled.
“Yes, I like you rubbing me.”
“You like this straight boy rubbing you. Say it!”
“I like this straight boy rubbing me.”
“I’m no queer like you are. You just do as I say and you will get what you want!”
I didn’t care whether he was gay or straight, all I wanted was those beautiful toes. “I will do as you say.”
I figured I should go ahead and play this game and we would both receive what we want.
“I need my feet bathed. They are dirty, aren’t they?” They were not dirty but I played along. “Come with me.”
The man led me to a darkened room. I was feeling uneasy but continued. He turned on the lights and I began to relax. The room was a very masculine bathroom, but immaculate in design. He sat at the edge of what seemed to be a whirlpool tub and placed his feet in the tub.
“Get in!” he said.
“What?”
“I said, get in the fucking tub!” he started to sound agitated again.
“Can I take my clothes off?”
“No, I told you I’m no faggot man! Just get in the fucking tub with your clothes on and turn the goddamn water on! Make sure I like the temperature!”
I started thinking this entire situation was kind of hot, but a little scary. I started thinking I was actually going to end up on the ten o’clock news, but I continued. I figured I could yell pretty loud if I needed. I turned on the hot water and immediately felt the cold water rush out as it started to fill. The water became hot rather quickly, requiring me to adjust the temperature using the cold.
“I don’t like my water too cold!! I want hot water. I want to see steam!” I listened, allowing the water to remain fairly hot, but not enough to damage my skin. The water filled the tub and completely covered my clothed body. The man took a cup from the side of the tub, scooped up water and began to pour it over me. “Take my feet in your hands and rub them under the water.”
I was ecstatic. I took his feet and began to rub them. His feet were so strong, wide and long. The softness of his heels made my cock twitch. I ran my hands across his arches and began to apply pressure as I gripped them. His feet were so beautiful, with toes very neatly manicured. His toenails created a perfectly shaped u. I did every thing I could to keep from placing his toes in my mouth. I positioned his feet above my crotch so I could press his heels against my dick. I was salivating heavily. He continued to pour water over me as I massaged his feet, keeping me warm as the clothes that stuck to my body created a chill.
“I need to relax more. Take off my pants. Leave my underwear alone.” He stood and I quickly obliged, taking care to slide my fingers down his thighs and calves. I positioned my nose close to his bulge making sure I did not touch it but could smell his scent. It had a salty, musky smell. He looked down at me and smiled. “You want that too, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond, but continued to remove his pants. He was completely naked except for his underwear, which happened to be a fairly sheer pair of white boxers. “You are really going to pay for looking at my feet! I need you to make sure my toes are clean. Do you know how to clean toes well?”
I almost came right then and there.
I exclaimed in near jubilation, “Yes!”
“I new you did. Clean them. Now!” I needed no other remark. I took his right foot into my hands and drew his foot to my mouth. I extended my tongue and reached the tip of his big toe. I ran the tip of my tongue along the tip of all his toes. He wiggled his toes, moaned and whispered, “More.”
My tongue licked the top of his big toe and traced around his perfectly shaped nail. I could take no more and engulfed his big toe in my mouth and sucked that big toe as though it were a beautiful cock. My own cock was rock hard and I thought I would not be able to contain it any more.
“Can I take my cock out? I can’t hardly take it!!” I begged.
“If you take your cock out, then you will have extra work to do.” I didn’t care and pulled my cock right out and started stroking it. His toes tasted so good as I moved from one toe to the next, giving equal time to all. I was in pure ecstasy as I ran my tongue up and around his toes, licking the tops and sucking his top toe balls. I wanted to cum so badly. He moaned in pleasure as I cleaned his feet from his toes to his arches to his heels. His arches were so smooth and strong. I looked at his crotch and noticed his cock was raging hard. I continued to lavish those tasty feet and thought about how I could get to that so-called straight cock. As I sucked on one foot I massaged the other with my free hand, my cock just bobbing at every pulse.
“I can take care of that for you.” I pressed, looking at his cock.
“Don’t you worry about that, just keep cleaning my feet, you wet dog!”
I swallowed that insult and continued with my job. I took hold of one of his sculpted legs and massaged it as I held his toes in my mouth and sucked them as though I would receive cum as an end result. I could tell he was getting hotter, his cock bobbing in his shorts. I massaged his legs and moved my hands close to his crotch area.
I began to kiss the tops of his feet while moving upwards so that I could judge his reaction. He moaned and I continued. I noticed that he leaned his head back so I quickly removed my shirt. I leaned forward and let my chest skin touch his shin as I kissed up his knee.
He jumped and started to yell. “I told you to clean my fucking feet, now do your job!”
I told him that I was unable to clean them properly because of the way he was sitting. I asked him to get in the tub and lean back. He actually complied. He stood and took his boxers off revealing a seven or eight inch hard cock that stood straight out. I was very surprised and horny so I took advantage. I raised his legs up and placed his big toes in my mouth and moved my arm in such a way that it touched his balls. I left my arm in that position and sensed that he didn’t move. At that point I decided to take some control.
“I need to do my job right, so shut up and let me do it!”
Right then I just grabbed his throbbing cock and began slurping his cock like it was the last cock on the earth. He tried to resist, but his resistance came in the form of, “No, dude. Stop. Oh, my god, stop. Mmmmm, please stop. I am not queer. God that feels so good.”
“Just shut up and let me drain this cock. I know you’re not queer but you need this.” I kept sucking on his cock while holding his legs in the air by holding his feet, pressing on his arches. I could feel him arch his back and I knew I had him where I wanted. As I continued to suck him, I felt his hands on the back of my head. He begins to moan deeply and I feel his cock throb hard. He places his feet on my shoulders and uses them as leverage to rock his cock up and down my throat.
“Oh, shit!” he yells as he grabs my head and shoves his cock in my mouth, shooting his cum down my throat. “Dammit, fuck, shit, fuck, oh, fuck!” he yells. “Damn! That was fan-fucking-tastic. You cleaned me up well.”
“I aim to please. I mean, I had to pay for what I took, right!” I said.
“Hell yeah! You may need to clean me up on a regular basis. My feet get awful dirty during the day and I need someone to serve me.”
“We’ll see.” I already knew the answer to that question and was sure I was going to cum back for a repeat performance. I knew I had him.
“I thought you weren’t gay?”
“I’m not, but I know that the best knob shine is not going to come from any girl I fuck. And I definitely know that she is not going to take care of my feet the way you do.”
“You know that for sure, huh?. Here’s my number. If you want to call, call, but you I got you off good, and you got me off great so you should call!”
This was a perfect little relationship. He didn’t want me and all I wanted from him was his beautiful feet and hot cock. Shouldn’t all relationships be this easy? And I still didn’t answer my question. Damn.
