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Open Your Mind
By Simon Peter
I developed a special liking for men's feet a few years ago.
Before then, feet did not do much for me, sexually. I was more interested in the face, especially the eyes, the general form of the body, slim and fit, and of course the crotch. But feet? Nothing special there.
I met Rami, a Jordanian, online. After the initial introduction and shared interest and photos, we started a nice virtual relationship. One evening, as we were chatting, Rami asked me to send him a photo of my feet. I was astounded. I expected his request to be a photo of my dick, or my butt, but he asked for the feet. Curious, I sent him one in which I was wearing flip flops. He got very excited and sent me back one of his own feet. As I studied the photo, I did not find anything sexual about the feet.
They looked nice, sure, Rami had one of those killer bodies, but his feet were the least interesting for me.
A few months after we had met online and had had some hot virtual sex sessions, I happened to travel to Jordan. Rami was elated, so was I. I dreamed of spending a couple of nights with this hot Arab, dark-skinned, slim and fairly hairy body, the shadow of a beard, and most enticingly, piercing black eyes. I sent him the name of the hotel I was staying at and he sent me his phone number, asking me to call him as soon as I landed.
I was alone on this trip and I was looking forward to some hot sex.
"Hi, Eddy," Rami greeted me when I called him from Amman airport. Although we had spoken online, his voice on the phone was even sexier.
"Hi, Rami," I said, my heart starting to beat a bit faster. "I have just landed. I'm at the airport."
"Stay there," he immediately said. "I'll pick you up. It will only be 15 minutes or so."
Impatiently, I waited. I was going to meet Rami in person. I was so hoping that he would be as sexy as I had been fantasizing.
Rami drove onto the access road where I had been waiting, driving a Mazda. When he got out, I was dazzled by his beauty. The photos we shared had done nothing to prepare me for this hot man. He was taller than I anticipated, topping me by a few inches. His smile was intoxicating, communicating a thousand emotions. His eyes seemed as if they were boring into me, reading my innermost thoughts and emotions.
"It's so nice to meet you, at last," Rami smiled as we shook hands and cheek-kissed, which was not strange in an Arab country. I shivered at the touch of his lips on my cheek.
I got into the car after we put my luggage in the trunk. Rami was wearing a polo shirt, open at the neck, showing the beginning of chest hair, and a pair of tight jeans, bulging invitingly.
The first few minutes were a bit uncomfortable. The talk was mainly about the flight and about my first visit to Amman. As I was studying his profile, Rami moved his hand from the stick shift to my thigh.
"This is so different from our online sessions," Rami squeezed my thigh, glancing at me.
I placed my hand over his: "It certainly is, Rami. And I am so glad that we have officially met."
"Officially?" his smiled widened, and he slid his hand up to cup my crotch, which was by then pretty much defined with a semi-erection. "I was hoping for a more revealing official meeting," he added, winking.
I rubbed up his arm. "Very soon, Rami," I whispered in a shaking voice.
I desperately wanted to touch him down there, and his bulge certainly showed much interest, stretching against the jeans fabric against his thigh. But I was held back by my innate nature of reserve.
There will be enough time for me to enjoy Rami.
We went up to my room. As soon as the bellboy set my luggage in the room and left, we kissed. Rami was hungry. He held me tight and probed his tongue deep into my mouth, moaning. His front glued and ground onto mine and I could feel his erection pressing on me. I had seen a photo of his dick, but I was dying to see it for real, hold and caress and grip and stroke it. In the photo, Rami's cock promised to be big. I knew that it was cut and had a mushroom knob. He had told me that it was 18 cm long (around 7 inches). Mine was almost that big also, but what I felt through his jeans probing me promised to be bigger.
We broke for a breather. As I moved away from him, I realized that I needed a shower after the flight.
I wanted to be as clean as possible for him.
"I need to take a shower, Rami," I said as I started to unbutton my shirt.
"Let me," he moved close and fumbled at the buttons, revealing my sparsely hairy chest. "Now, it's not just a photo," he added as he ran his hands up and down my bare chest and around my nipples.
"Now I can feel you through my hands also."
Rami bent and kissed the side of my neck as he unbuckled my belt and undid my pants zipper. He pulled down on the pants. My undershorts tented crazily with my excitement. Making me sit on the bed, he kneeled and undid my shoes. I was more conscious of the need to wash. I must have smelled quite sweaty. I tried to pull him up, to have a chance to wash, but he insisted on taking off my socks.
He rubbed on my feet, and I could hear him moaning. I remembered our online conversations about feet and I was wondering if this would be a big mistake, that I would be involved in a weird fetish instead of the hot sex that I was hoping to have.
"Your feet are so hot, Eddy," Rami said in a shaking voice as he massaged my toes.
"Please, Rami," I begged. "Let me shower." I was really feeling uncomfortable, as much as I hated to stop him from touching me.
"Ok, ok," he laughed. "You think this is weird, huh?"
"Well, ummm...," I didn't know what to say. Rami looked so sexy kneeling in front of me that I preferred he were working on my dick instead of my feet.
"It's ok, Eddy. Go get a shower. I can wait."
I rubbed and rubbed under the hot water. I made sure that my feet were spotlessly clean. What was with the feet thing? I just couldn't understand why Rami would be fixated on feet.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the room. Rami had already undressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed in his briefs. He looked so hot that I lost my breath for a couple of seconds. The towel tented as I drew near. Rami pulled me to him, his mouth touching my erection through the towel. I dropped the towel, and my dick sprang horizontally at his face.
"Wow," he exclaimed, fisting my shaft. "Nice, Eddy."
"Thanks," was all I could mutter. I arched my back, aching for his lips to encircle my cock. Instead, Rami stood up, still gripping my hardness, and made me lie on the bed on my back. He kneeled between my thighs and started licking down to my legs, until he reached my feet.
He moaned as his tongue flicked gingerly at my toes. I was tickled and I had to pull my foot away. Rami held onto it.
"Rami, man," I resisted. "Come on, be serious. Come here. Let me kiss you. You're beautiful, baby."
Rami held onto my foot with both hands, covering it with kisses and licking. Oh, God! I was thinking, this was not going to work. My dick went limp. This was very kinky for me. I was more a vanilla guy: kissing, sucking cock, fucking ass, in that order. That was what sex was for me.
Finally, Rami let go of my foot and slid up onto me, his bulging briefs pressed on my crotch.
"Eddy," he whispered. "Just open your mind. Do you think I am sexy?"
Where did this come from? Of course I thought he was sexy. Super-sexy. But the feet thing? I hesitated.
I moaned and managed to say between kisses: "I don't know, man. It feels so ... so..." I hesitated to find a nicer word than kinky.
"Kinky?" he said with a smile, licking my lower lip.
"Well, yea, sort of," I finally admitted. "Besides, it tickles."
Rami slid down to my nipples. I shuddered and my cock sprang back to life. That was more like it.
"Oh, yes, baby," I groaned.
Rami looked up and stared at me with his deep black eyes.
"Isn't this kinky, too?" he said, licking and nibbling on my nipples. Then he moved down and licked the knob of my erected dick. Again, looking up and staring me with his piercing black eyes, he said, "And this? Kinky?"
I had to admit that logically if I found that nibbling on my nipples and licking on my cock head normal sex, why should I consider sucking on my toes not normal? Was that what Rami meant when he told me to open my mind.
Rami slid back down to my feet and I tried my best to relax. Open mind. Ok. Fine. Let him lick my fucking feet and suck on my fucking toes.
Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the flickering tongue started to send new sensations to my body. I shuddered, not with surprise or disgust, but with sensuality. Rami did look sexy as he moved his lips from one toe to the other. My feet did look sexy, somewhat, I guessed. I needed to get used to the idea and not to get grossed out so quickly.
Relaxing more, I accepted the new sensations. My cock quivered. My rim muscle twitched and squeezed. The wetness and warmth of Rami's mouth on my toes sent shivers throughout my body.
"Oh, man, this is wild," I managed to exclaim. "I never thought..."
Rami smiled up at me and his eyes told me that he needed for me to do the same for him. Fuck. Was I going to suck feet, too? Oh, man, this was weirder than weird. But: Open Mind. The key word.
Rami slid up next to me and we returned to kissing. It was now my turn to idolize his dark-skinned body. I loved his light beard and hairy chest and I hungrily fed on them. I moved down to his crotch, licking the fabric of his briefs where his erection was, throbbing. Then, somewhat reluctantly, I moved to the feet. Very tentatively, I licked his big toe. His eyes were closed and he squirmed as soon as he felt my tongue.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Eddy. Oh, God. Yes. Eddy."
I was amazed at the intensity of his reaction. His feet looked quite attractive, actually, and licking on them wasn't as kinky as I had thought. I started to feel quite sexy as I sucked on the toes. I rubbed my hands up his thighs and he squirmed even more. As soon as I placed one hand on his bulging briefs, Rami opened his eyes and stared at me.
"Oh, fuck, no. Eddy. Don't touch my dick. I will shoot. Please, baby. I'm so horny for you."
I immediately removed my hand. I didn't want him to ejaculate so soon. I wondered that if he were to lose his load just by my sucking his toes, what would he do when I moved onto his cock with my wet mouth? What would he do when I penetrated his ass? This was going to be quite interesting, now that I stopped thinking of the feet licking and toe sucking as kinky. Rami was right. Each inch of a guy's body could be intoxicating. Rami's feet looked quite hot as I slobbered on them. I wondered: how was that different from licking up his ass and probing into his shit hole? Or sucking on his hairy and sweaty balls? Or licking under his armpits? Even tongue-kissing. I had read somewhere that the mouth had more germs than the ass hole! So how was licking Rami's feet any different? In fact, I was finding it more and more exciting, especially since Rami was squirming all over the place and moaning like a bitch in heat.
We changed positions. 69. But instead of dicks and asses, we were on each other's feet. I couldn't describe the sensations. Once I got rid of my inhibition, once I started to accept the fact that the feet were sexy, incredible as it was, I began to enjoy it. A lot. Rami was in seventh heaven, I could tell. I wasn't far away either. My ass twitched and my cock quivered with his ministrations.
However, the hottest part of this experience was the fucking. Not that I hadn't fucked before or that I hadn't enjoyed fucking tight ass. It was the position that really set me off so hard.
Rami lay on his back. I spread his butt cheeks and licked and slobbered on his hole. Then the condom.
And the lube. And we were ready. As soon as I penetrated his hole, he placed both his feet on my upper chest. Looking down at the feet, I felt I needed to suck on them. I had always desired sucking on something, preferably a cock, while I was fucking. I had always made it a point to bend onto my lover's body and suck on his lips and tongue. Now I had the feet right there, available, sexy.
I let go of one of his legs and grabbed a foot, bringing it to my mouth. As I gobbled on the big toe, I thrust into him, driving all the way. It felt fantastic. His immediate reaction was tightening his rim muscle on my cock. As I fucked, I licked Rami's feet, alternating between the toes and the soles. His moaning and ass twitching around my cock shaft tightened his fuck hole incredibly. He fit onto me like a tight glove, squeezing on my ramming shaft with every lick I made. I couldn't say much about the taste though. Whenever I sucked another man, I could taste him through his cock. But as I sucked on Rami's feet, it wasn't the taste that turned me on, but the texture and the reaction I was receiving from this super hot guy under me.
I kept my toe-sucking and ass-fucking throughout, never letting go of the feet, until I orgasmed inside him. I felt that I would never stop squirting into the condom. I bit on his foot. He cried with pleasure and shot his load without touching himself, covering his pubes and abdomen with thick semen.
We lay side by side panting. My mind reeled at the experience. I could still taste Rami's feet; he hadn't washed and there was a faint taste of man sweat, of man feet, in my mouth. Surprisingly, this excited me way beyond my expectations.
We rested for a few minutes, and then Rami began working on me. He licked down to my cock and started to swallow it. At the same time, he was kneading my feet. It felt strange at the beginning, but I soon got into it. My cock slick with my earlier cum and with Rami's spit, he slipped down onto my feet, stroking my throbbing cock. It took a few strokes and hard sucking on my toes for me to explode a second time, high in the air, with Rami's hand fisting me. The sensations from my feet seemed as if they were pushing out squirt after squirt of cum from my balls, through my cock, and out into space.
I knew that my couple of days in Jordan added a lot of value to my sexual experience, to my discovering potential likes and dislikes. Open mind. Those two key words that Rami had taught me have remained with me ever since. There was no end, I learned, to a man's appetite. No limit.
Since Rami, I have started to pay particular attention to guys' feet. I love watching guys in flip flops.
The male foot anatomy has become amazingly sexy for me. Since then, I have made it a rule that I would venture onto my lover's feet with as much avidity as I would kiss his mouth, suck on his tongue, and lick all over his body. I can't say that I have a foot fetish. But man feet have become an integral part of my love making.