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Hi, my name is Alex, 28yo from Rome, Italy.
I have to start by saying that since I was a little child I has been
always aware of the attraction for
the feet of the studs.
But this feeling hasn,t been ever a problem. So I have always tried
to exploit every opportunity to
get feet and to have sexual enjoyment.
So, since I was at the Italian middle school, I invented so many
strategies to catch the feet of the
guys whom I liked.
In particular, it was usual for me stay at the desk at the bottom of
the classroom with a friend of mine
already very hot at that time. I usually played with him at a game
called "filetto" or "tris" (that game
with the x and the o), and who lost had to suffer something by the
winner ( in simple words: a
forfeit).
If he lost, obviously I peeled off his shoes and his socks starting
to tickle his soles (it was exciting
doing it during the lessons being careful to be not discovered).
The strategy of daring, gave exciting results expecially when I
passed at the High School. There I
had a gorgeous companion! He was dark haired, with green eyes, a
perfect body. He was as
gorgeous as a little stupid. So it wasn,t difficult for me to involve
him in that game. I knew for sure
since the first moment I saw him that I had to have his feet... His
feet have always excited me ( and
in fact Matthew - this his his name - will be the protagonist of
another story very recently happened
to me).expecially for his habit to wear often sneakers and tennis
socks ( I love the feet in sneakers).
He agreed soon when I made the proposal to do that game. Even we met
at the end of the lessons in
an empty class to play.
I always won the game. And then the rite started..
I began to enlace his sneakers and he -as if played a nasty trick on
me (!) - printed his wet foot on
my face, as if he wanted to say "I have to suffer your tickling, but
take this sweaty and smelly foot!".
I really liked, before peeling off his socks, to slip into my hand
and to start tickling the foot every
where, foot very sweaty and warm just come out from the sneaker.
Then the rite of peeling off his socks started, and to do that I
profited by the fact that I had to raise
his ankles. In this way I took his feet very near to my nose so I
could breath that wonderful aroma.
Very often he profitted too of this situation and so printed the
foot, at that point nude, on my mouth.
Soon after the tickling started: he was very very ticklish and this
made the situation more and more
exciting: I was the master of this feet, the owner, and he tried to
wriggle.
My fingers ran quckly everywhere: on the soles,on the heel, and
obviously between the toes. I have
to say that Matthew has wonderful feet: perfect shape, lightly
haired, cared nails.
I lost really rarely, also because he wasn,t good in playng. Moreover
I,m not ticklish and he hasn,t
a foot fetish at all, but he believed - and I made him to believe - I
was frightened by the perspective
to be tickled.
But I began to loose svery often since the day he told me that he had
thought to make theat game
more interesting forcing the looser to lick the feet of the winner..
Sweet threat...
Obviously, the next time we met in the empty class my destiny to be
the looser was sure..I already
was looking forward to lick those gorgeous, sweaty, wet and smelly
feet...
I lost. Matthew, with a sneer, while was putting his feet on my
thighs telling to began to enlace his
sneakers, said that since three days he hadn,t his feet washed. He
was waiting for me to wash them
with my tongue. He had waited until he won the game. He said that he
hadn,t changed the socks
too.
Then I pretended to be disgusted, refusing to pay my forfeit, but the
more I refuse the more he
became determinated in forcing me to lick the sweaty feet. And the
more excited I was.... I did what
I had to do slowly, and began..
He forced me to service his feet completely. After having slipped off
the sneakers (you can imagine
the aroma...) I had to deeply breath inside those "gas-rooms". Then,
before peeling off the socks, he
rubbed those warm feet on my face, laughing. The feet were very warm
and I could forecast how he
would have been barefoot. So I peeled off the socks and he was
barefoot: the feet appeared, bare,
incredibly sweaty, "boiled". At that point he forced me to breath
them, and then he ordered: "C,mon,
lick them!!". I licked very little but he became angry: "You have
lost, you have to lick very well up
and down, everywhere, between my toes: you know, you have to wash my
dirty feet". I obviously
obeyed! When I licked between the toes (such a breakfast with that
jam!!), I had to suck carefully
every toe too. I also had to massage the other foot while I was
servicing the other. He moaned, but i
Think that he did so only to exalt his position of winner. But, true
or false, those moans excited me
so much..
Another service was to receive his foot in my mouth because he wanted
to see as far as the foot
entered in my mouth.
I was really on the point to explode, but soon after came the best.
While he was with his feet on my
thighs, he touched by accident my dick, becoming aware of my hard
rock! I was embarassed, but
before I could say anything he ordered to me to lick again his foot
(now clean!), and suddenly, with
the other foot he began to massage my dick, up and down.
It has been one of the most exciting orgasm I have ever had, among
the numerous I have had after
with the feet of gorgeous guys.
