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Foot Fetish Part 2
A Story of Touching & Licking
A fantasy that came true. I don't remember what happened first it's all so damn exciting. Cum with me as I tell you a story about a boy.
Wow, I wish I had the patience to search out a better adjective to describe what's been happening to me. I've fallen into an alternate reality where my fantasies are realized as fast as I can come up with them. Details, details, details.
He's young, hot and friendly, his feet are large and purrfect, with large sexy hands and strong fingers that I'm sure always hit their mark. He's almost 21, sweet and cocky with a great sense of style and charm. I met him while walking the dogs. He loves animals, especially dogs and when he saw mine he lit up like a xmas tree. His glowing eyes connected with mine just for a moment, but long enough. The lines of his face, naturally full lips and long lean sculpted body made me shudder as I realized what was before my eyes. Such beauty is the kind that inspires masterpieces both real and imagined. I didn't know people really could be this fabulously sexy, happy and sweet. He twisted his ankle as he approached the dogs and I jokingly offered him a massage if he was interested. I gave him my card. Surprisingly, I got a text from him asking if it was ok for him to come by for the massage I'd offered. He wanted to stop by about 2:15 and sure enough he appeared at my door at 2:15 a.m. with that cocky smile that I could so easily succumb to. I thought about it for a second (a NY second) and let him in...
He spotted my massage table and immediately started to remove his clothing, what little he had on. His baggy jeans were hanging off his bubble butt that clung to his designer boxers. He said he was leaving his socks and boxers on until last cause he wanted his body to warm up first. He did say "you can slide my boxers up or down if you need to" with a devilish smile. I agreed.
I put the massage oil in the microwave and waited the 23 seconds for it to warm. I began by placing my hands on his upper back that was lit by the candle at the foot of the table with a soft yellow glow. The flickering light bathed his beautiful body in candlelight as I began to synchronize our breathing. I could feel his chest moving up and down as his heart raced but I wanted him to relax and feel comfortable so I just left my warm hands on his warm sculpted back and began to breathe in sync with him, fast at first then slowly I began to relax my breathing so he would follow. He did as I did and within minutes we were on the same page, breathing deep, slow, and synchronized..
I began to slide my hands around his upper back and shoulders pushing the oil deep into his soft skin. Other than his elbows being a little dry he was soft as a baby's behind.
I was generous with the oil and he seemed to like it as he writhed his body in motion with my strokes. I could tell he was enjoying himself by the occasional moan that accompanied the writhing. Standing at the head of the table I placed my large hands just under each arm and pushed down to his hips just under the waistband of his boxers to where my fingertips could feel the Adonis line of his abs and a bit of his hip bone.
I did this a few times to push the stress down and out of his back, towards his glutes and feet. I'm not professionally trained so I just do what feels good and seems to make sense. I've had some great massages by professionals so I try to remember what they did and do the same.
I rubbed his lower back from foot of the table so I could get my thumbs on the top of his butt so I could rub out the knots. For a young guy he was a little knotted, maybe he had a history of back pain. I was feeling around, doing my best when He reached back and slid his boxers off his butt and lifted himself so I could take them off the rest of the way.
His partially erect penis lay between his legs, the crack of his perfectly round ass leg right to the mushroom head that was beginning to throb with anticipation.
I pulled the boxers down towards me and over his feet and tossed them on the floor. I was inspired, I grabbed the oil and dripped it on his ass, in the crack and down the backs of those beautiful thighs of his.
Starting at the tops of his knees I rubbed his inner thighs with my thumbs, exerting as much pressure as possible as I pushed up towards his crotch, stopping at the top where leg meets booty. I massaged this area thoroughly with both hand on each leg then moved to the booty where I massage each cheek vigorously with my knuckles, thumbs, elbows and fingers. I rolled his body to the side so I could reach under and get the top of his legs.
Occasionally I touched his privates even though I was going out of my way not to touch him. His shit was big and sometimes got in the way, what can I say? I didn't want to scare him away by inappropriate behavior, I know he's young and full of cum and probably dying to bust a nut but I don't want him to runaway afterwards out of guilt, I'd rather hold off on the sex and enjoy his company and beauty in a more lasting way. I'm an artist that appreciates a living sculpture and he was definitely that. I continued to work on his legs and butt when he turned over of his own accord and spread his legs, erect penis springing up like a flagpole.
I didn't pay much attention to the penis I just continued to massage the rest of his body from his chest and nipples to his finely sculpted abdomen and even his neatly trimmed pubic area. I got as close as I could without actually touching him. He seemed to like it when I greased my hand and stuck it at the top of his thigh and rubbed his groin with my thumb at the same time then wrapped my other hand around his thigh and pulled down to his knee. This caused him to spread his legs and pucker his butt in excitement because I could see the expansion and contraction of his balls while at the same time his abdomen was shuddering.
I continued to be slow and methodical as I got to the feet I removed the socks and spread hot oil all over them and in between his long sexy toes. I'd never really paid attention to anybody's feet before except to admire their shoes or to wonder if they're dick size was really related to shoe size. But here I found myself being aroused by his long toes and size 12 feet in my hands. It was quite a turn-on. He just lay there like a doll letting me knead and roll him like a ball of dough.
I guess he couldn't take it any longer and grabbed my hand and placed it on his throbbling member. But I was in fantasyland and I didn't want to wake up so I gave him a couple of oily strokes on his large beautiful penis then put his own hand in place of mine.
I did begin to stroke his scrotum, massage his balls gently between my fingers and press on his perineum. I even put my head down and softly blew on his ass and base of his balls as I stretched his ball sack up and out of the way. I continued to rub all around the base of his dick and touch his balls while pushing on his prostate with my thumb as my fingers touched his ass, like I was holding a bowling ball. He was furiously rubbing the hot "Gun Oil" into his manhood as I helped to create the load of loads of cum that would be cumming out shortly.
I reached up with my left hand and twisted his rock hard nipples and just as I did his body flexed in anticipation of the load he was about to shoot.
He blew like a virgin or a dormant volcano, I'm not sure which one blows a bigger load but it was hot, sexy and warm.
He hit himself in the face, then stuck his long tongue out and licked it up like a dog. Like I said earlier, Wow! He even grabbed my hand and stuck my finger in a puddle to encourage me to taste. I did and it was hot and sweet just like he was.
Damn, this was one hot boy I never thought an innocent massage would turn out like this. I've given a happy ending but usually the boys are shy and don't want me to give them a real massage they just want an excuse for a hand-job but this boy wanted an experience and I gave him one and he gave me one right back.
Awesome!
The boy quickly cleaned up and slipped out the door. I was left speechless with a throbbing erection and racing heart. After he left I noticed that a cock ring had fallen out of his pocket next to where his pants were. It was chrome with 2 rings welded at a right angle. I wasn't quite sure how to use it but since he left it for me I thought I should at least give it a try and I had a throbbing cock and now a toy to go with it. I wasn't sure what to do about either one of them so I grabbed my bong and my video camera and sat down at my desk and made a video of my experiment. As I played with the cock ring I couldn't help but fantasize about how "the boy" had used this very same ring to give himself pleasure and had I do believe he left it here as a "leave behind" so he'd have an excuse to come back and or talk to me about it. I just know that it was all a whole lotta fun and excitement that a man my age can usually only dream about
but in this case a dream became a reality and it was awesome.
Two days later I got a text messge from "the boy" asking me if he could come by for another massage only this time he wanted me to give his feet special attention. He said the "were sore" from all of the walking he did. He closed his message with "do this for me and you can do whatever you want to me from my knees down. Whatever you want, he underlined the phrase and used an exclamation point.
When you get to be my age you think your life of fun and excitement is over and you never even think of some of the fun you could have if you opened your mind to new possibilities. I thought about what "the boy" had said. "Whatever you want and you can film it,"
Now that is an open invitation if ever there was one. He left me a cock ring, he took off his shorts and tried to get me to jerk him off so I guess I can take a hint. Maybe. I'm kind of shy when it comes to beautiful people like him because I don't consider myself attractive enough to be attractive to anyone his age or with his looks. I began to really think about what I could do from the knees down that would be fun, and new for me even though I'd never played with feet I have a creative imagination and didn't want to look a gift foot in the mouth.
He really surprised me when he said I could film it, I told him I liked to make videos and shoot erotic stills but I was totally surprised when he made that offer so that kicked up the possibilities. I decided that this may only happen to me one time before I die so I'd better make it good.
I went to the market and bought some strawberries, whipped cream and dipping chocolate. Then I went to the pharmacy and bought a pedicure kit.
Even though I'd never filmed anything other than a solo j/o I figured I should be able to film myself "doing" his feet. My camera, lights and props were ready and so was I. I had to take a valium to stop my heart from racing, I was so excited I didn't want to be all dumb and clumsy when cutie got here.
When "the boy" showed up later that night he was wearing a pair of sweats with a black jockstrap, a hoodie sans shirt, a baseball cap cocked to the side and an ear to ear grin.
As he flopped down into the sofa he produced a large joint from behind his ear. As he lit the joint his full lips puckered and sucked on it until it was hot and smokin' just like he was. He began to blow smoke rings like an Indian signaling for help. His beautiful lips were so sexy wrapped around the smoking joint and when he blew the smoke rings at me it was like an invitation that screamed "do me."
One of us said something funny and we both began to giggle and laugh uncontrollably. He took this as a cue to get up and ask me where I wanted him to sit for the pedicure.
I walked him over to the area I'd prepared and had him sit down in the chair. I put some music on as he pulled a Gameboy out of his hoodie pocket and placed a pair of ear buds on so he could play his game quietly. He really seemed to know what he wanted so I just went with the flow.
I looked at his crotch for an indication of his level of arousal but saw nothing.
I removed his shoes and socks (I put the socks to my nose to get a big whiff of his boyhood but there wasn't any smell) and pulled his sweats up to his knees revealing his sexy legs and feet to the camera.
I decided to start by massaging the legs and feet then I'd do the pedicure then I'd have desert. So, I used the hot oil on his legs and feet and on the last stroke up to the knees I went past the knees about six inches and squeezed his thighs affectionately. With this he grabbed the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down below his knees for me to remove completely and that's when I saw his black jock strap. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to give me a heart attack is what he was trying to do. My heart was racing and it was a good thing I'd taken a valium and smoked the weed cause I was about to burst at the seams. I could see his hardness trying to break free of the jockstrap as he kicked back in the chair feet forward, penis cradled in a designer jockstrap while the boy played his video game and I worshipped his legs and feet while staring at his throbbing penis.
Eventually I forgot about the penis as I rubbed and pressed on his endless legs and forever feet. He's said I could do what I wanted so I remove my underwear and poured warm oil over his knees and calves and watched it slowly roll down his legs into my hands as I used the excess oil on my own throbbing cock as I stuck the head of my 8" cut dick in between his long toes and began to thrust and fuck his feet. I stroked the toe of his other foot like a very small penis and rubbed the soles, and ankles erotically for 20 minutes before I changed positions.
"The boy" just sat there like a doll, playing his game, letting me fuck his feet anyway I wanted. Finally I decided it was time to give him his pedicure and get him ready for desert so I grabbed a warm washcloth and removed the oil from his legs, knees, feet and toes.
Using the new pedicure kit I trimmed his already perfectly manicured feet for the camera because they didn't look like they actually needed anything done to them I just went through the motions of giving him a pedicure stroking his toes, soles, heals and ankles.
I got up and heated the chocolate and started dipping his toes in the chocolate then spraying whipped cream on top of a strawberry I dipped the strawberry in the chocolate on his feet and ate the berry. Yummy. This fetish thing was pretty exciting, it was totally different and freeing. "The boy" was enjoying himself and so was I, no harm, no foul.
I continued to eat strawberries and lick the chocolate from between his toes and off the soles of his feet until I decided it was time to clean him up again before fucking his toes.
I licked his feet clean, then used the washcloth to remove the rest of the chocolate and saliva from his feet and toes. Once this was done I dribbled more oil on his feet and had my way with those toes and soles. I fucked the toes silly, using the other foot to tickle and push on my balls, reaching up to grab my nipples finally I came with a surge and I laughed and giggled in a state of bliss.
As I lay back I looked up and there was "the boy" standing over me with his long cock hanging out the side of his jock strap as he stroked his balls his cock stood at attention and without even touching it, it spewed gobs of warm white cum all over my stomach and in my face and he was only stroking his balls. He must have been holding it for a while and had pretty good control over his own orgasm for a boy of his age. He was a lot more experienced than you'd have ever expected.
Did I say; Wow! Bye for now,
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