by Bob K
My alarm rang that morning, as it did every day. I woke up dazed as usual, and proceeded with my routine. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and I was grabbing my jacket to head out the door. Before I stepped out, a slight chill had ran down my back, an eagerness grew in my stomach, and a tiny smirk appeared on my face. I had remembered an ad I posted online seeking a foot master the night before, and I grew anxious to see if any responses had come in yet. I was worried about traffic and thought I should wait until I had enough time to read them carefully.
I have a decent commute to work, about 30 minutes away. The whole drive I was just waiting to log in to my email. I knew that I shouldn't use my phone behind the wheel, and after what felt like forever, I got to work with some time to spare, and parked across the street to smoke a cigarette.
My ad read: "Seeking - foot master: 20 year old male here with a huge foot fetish, looking for a masculine type male to satisfy a foot fetish of mine. Able to travel, am not able to host. Drug and disease free, and not interested in hooking up, so please don't ask. Please include a foot or a face pic, let's chat!"
It wasn't much, and I wasn't expecting much. I had been trying to find someone in my area to enjoy some foot play with for a while, and had no luck so far, but this ad was definitely the most straight forward attempt yet. I lit my smoke and began to skim through the replies. An unsolicited dick pic, straight to the trash. A guy or two that seemed nice, but had ugly feet, and they were small. I knew what I wanted, the largest, nicest looking feet I could find. Someone interested in mutual foot play (my size 10 feet are ticklish, and I wasn't up for anyone at my feet) and a few other meek, short responses from guys with no pictures or who didn't respond back. *sigh.* The search was uneventful so far. And then..
"Subject: size 11 master" I always thought it was hot when they changed the subject, I thought it showed genuine interest. "My name is G and your ad is just what I'm looking for. I'm a professional, masc and discreet sane 45 yo seeking a foot boy. I wouldn't be able to host, but if you're real we can work something out. Let me know if you're interested."
Wiith that message, he included a hot picture of his size 11 feet in black dress socks and dark loafers. They looked beautiful. It looked like he had taken it at a desk or in an office, it almost seemed to good to be true. I responded that I was definitely interested, and asked if he had experienced someone at his feet before. He told me that he had previously had a foot boy a few months to a year prior when he lived in a different state before he had moved to this area, and he had been searching for a foot boy this whole time and was hoping this was a serious inquiry. We agreed that we could try meeting for some car play that weekend as neither of us were able to host. I spent every day messaging him about what I liked about feet and how I would like to be under his, and he seemed very mature and understanding of my fetish.
Saturday comes and the day cannot go by fast enough. We decided that we could meet in a parking lot of a not very popular shopping center around 6 pm. I told him I like when feet are a little sweaty/smelly rather than freshly washed and he told me that he would try to wear an older pair of shoes to assist, he does not work on the weekends and didn't have his usual must. He told me he was in a silver truck that was towards the back, and he was sitting in the back with the doors unlocked and to get in the back. I spotted the truck and drove over, barely making out his figure behind the tinted windows. My dick was stirring with excitement... I parked my car next to his and opened up the back seat.
"Hello." He says in his deep, older voice. I had yet to see him because he preferred not to send out any face pictures, but he was hot for mid 40's. Really hot, actually. I couldn't tell how tall he was but he seemed about average, if not a little taller, and he had just a bit of a gut. He was wearing a red cap and had a 5 o clock shadow and stubble on his chin with a few grey patches. He had on old gray tennis shoes and I couldn't see his socks.
"Hi. How are you?" "I'm well boy, how are you?" "I'm well, thank you.. sir. (Not sure if I should have referred to him as sir already) with a smirk* "Yeah? Good. It's nice to meet you. I through on these, so there would be a little bit of a smell for you." He said, pointing at his sneakers. "I hope so!" I replied more confidentially. I laid down on my back on the floor in front of the seats, and he put his big feet on my chest. I could tell we were both excited and I was just getting over my nervousness, but I could tell we were gonna have a good time together.
I unlaced one of his shoes and took it off his foot. He was barefoot, probably to increase the sweat for me, and I gave his shoe good smell. It smelled perfect, it had that manly sweat smell, without being gross or overpowering. He smiled a bit more watching me begin to enjoy his feet. He scrunched his toes a bit as foot laid on my chest. I untied his other shoe and held it to my nose, it smelled even better than the other. As I set his shoes down on the seat he inched his feet a bit closer to my face, and I grabbed his ankles and buried my face into his soles. They smelled so good and they were warm, and that peachy pink and tan color. They weren't rough but they were manly tired feet, I was getting super hard at this point. I smelled them again and started to suck on his toes, I pushed his foot a bit to get a little deeper and I could feel him press his foot farther into my mouth. "Yeah.. that's a good boy.." I heard him mumble. I got his foot as far into my mouth as I could and began to gently massage the other. I took his foot out and started to lick from his heel to the balls of his feet, covering his whole foot in my spit, and then I took both of his big toes in my mouth. "Fuck yeah. That feels nice, boy, you like being under my feet?" He said, this time louder. I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and I could see he was getting hard too. I tried to say "yes, sir." But my mouth was filled with his big toes. I took one out and began rubbing the first foot, giving him a nice massage, and I could feel him pressing the other foot into my mouth again.
He took his other foot and began rubbing my rock hard dick while he jammed his foot into my mouth, telling me I was a good boy. I had kept sucking his toes and licking his feet until they no longer had any sweat or smelled, so I picked up his shoe and held it to my nose again. "Smell good boy?" He asked, and I responded with a quick nod. "I can't hear you boy. Do my shoes smell good?" I lowered the shoe from my sexual haze and looked at him to say "Yes sir, they smell amazing." A big smile came across his face "Good.." He leaned forward and held the back of my head in one hand and the shoe in his other, and pressed my face deeply into his sneaker. I was taking deep breaths, inhaling his foot scent, and just as he took the shoe away, I heard a swift "..open up.." as I looked up and saw him holding the other shoe towards my face, I opened my mouth and he stuck the toes of his sneakers into my mouth, and I felt him push the shoe in as my teeth ran across the treads on the bottom.
In the peak of this ecstasy, I heard a buzz of vibration from his cell phone, and he let me know that he had to take care of some errands. I put his shoes back onto his feet and he told me that he enjoyed our time together and to let him know when I was free to be able to worship his feet again. I stepped out of his truck and walked back to my car, trying to conceal my obvious erection. I went home and jacked off, and I came quicker than ever. I had my eyes shut, replaying the experience over and over again. I knew I had to have his feet again.
About a week later, I made plans to go out with some friends and they ended up not being able to come, and I thought that would be a good time to reach back out to him.
