by Will Johnson
The house was kind of a thrown-together cabin with a lot of nice, wooden furniture. I pulled around the drive looking nervously at the small place with older, dark wood framing and a quaint little porch and grill. I glanced around at all the trees on the property surrounding the house and thought nervously, “Well, if this doesn’t work out, at least my body will be hidden in a nice, wooded area.” I rarely remember to dial back the sarcasm. My name is David. I’m 5’9” 180lbs with a stocky, football player build and a young looking 30 years old.
I had driven over to meet a guy from Grindr named Matt. He was a country boy living in a rural part of the county, and like me he was into feet, but mostly having his worshipped. We chatted a few times, exchanged numbers and ideas for what we were into, but I had yet to see any kind of picture of Matt (though I had sent a pic to him). He was a mystery and I was hoping one that would turn out okay. I texted, after collecting myself a bit, “Hey, I’m here.”
The front door opened and a large pitbull dog came running out. My instant fear melted away when he jumped up and started licking me and wagging his tail. I heard Matt holler out, “Coming, one sec. Down, Bubba!” to the dog. Matt then appeared at the doorway. I nearly chocked when I saw him. Matt, at 28 years old, stood at about 6’2” and 185lbs of muscle. He had floppy, sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. His face had a well-trimmed beard (which is a huge plus). He was in a t-shirt, sorts, and sneakers, which I couldn’t wait to get off of him. He was the perfect “southern jock” complete with a ball cap and truck.
I followed him into the home and sat next to him on the couch. We started out with some small talk, such as what we do for work, how long we’ve lived here, about his dog, and such. It’s kind of just a thing in the South. You chat it up before talking business. Finally he looked at me and said, “So, I gather you’re going to worship and lick my feet and toes, then I’m going to need you to help me finish off.” He pulled off both shoes and propped up his size 10 feet. “A’ight, man, I’m ready.” He told me.
I got down on my knees in front of him and slowly slid off the socks. His feet were long and narrow, small arches, perfectly soft and smelled great. I started with my tongue on the side of his foot near the heel and licked up and down the outer side of his foot, then I started sucking each toe one by one, tracing my tongue around and in between. As I sucked each toe up and down, I rubbed his foot for the added massage. In that moment he let out a sigh, laid his head back and closed his eyes. I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I kept licking up and down his foot, sucking, licking toes, rubbing the soles and heel with my tongue.
I moved over to his other foot still rubbing the one I had just worshipped. I lifted his foot and began licking and nibbling on his heel. I watched him moan and flex his toes in response. This one, I started more on the arched side of his foot rubbing with my thumb followed by licking it up and down. I licked and sucked on each toe and massaged his soles with my tongue. Finally I got to his big toe which I sucked and bobbed up and down on.
After a minute or so, I heard him say, “Uh, can we try that elsewhere?” I glanced up (was lost in the moment) and saw he was hard and dripping pre-cum like crazy given the front of his shorts. I helped him slide the shorts down and was greeted by a gorgeous 6 inch dick with everything nicely trimmed. I rubbed my tongue on his balls, slid it along the base of his dick. I then in one quick motion sucked the whole thing down. He grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my head with the other and started thrusting hard. I reached down and rubbed his feet and toes while he held my head down on his hard dick.
it took no time at all before I heard a half sigh/half grunt and felt him humming hard in my mouth. There. Was. So. Much. Cum. I felt like I had to chug it down to keep up.(Yes we’ve met again, yes this happens every time.) Finally he let go and his dick fell out of my mouth. I sat on the couch while he laid back nearly asleep. I spent the next hour rubbing his feet and legs while he napped. Matt (and the sweet dog, Bubba) have become great friends since this first meet.
