by Ajax Odyssey
They were leaving the restaurant.
One of two drunk guys saw a woman heading to her car, thought she was hot and made a weird, disgustingly leery face and ran up to her to try to grab onto her person. I, on my way INTO the restaurant to meet up with friends, saw it coming and tackled this jerk away.
I asked her whether he managed to touch her and when she said yes, shit went down!
I pushed the guy hard in the chest, he tumbled backwards and fell savagely off the platform (train station) down on the tracks but not in a dangerous place. One he landed he stopped moving and I swear I heard him begin to snore! His buddy came running, fists swinging. I considered a front tackle but ended up doing a few seconds of hand-to-hand fighting, while deciding whether it was worth it and the right place to actually fuck him up.
I decided “no” and ran, this second fellow (Guy2) followed but wouldn't run far.
I doubled back around a building and met my friends at the restaurant, and decided to tell that I wasn’t hungry and was going to call it a night. In retrospect, I'm fine with pushing Guy 1 down on the tracks and should actually have knocked Guy 2 out like I did his buddy. The only downside is that, in a crowded place in the daytime, people around wouldn't have seen anything but a sober guy who wasted two drunks.
Not good when talking to the police if you know what I mean.
Now what happened when I went back to the crime scene is the most interesting part of the story.
The city lights lit up the area in an almost romantic way, casting shafts of luminescence on the nineteen-year-old drunk boy sprawled out unconscious on the concrete. Handsome Guy 1 lay peacefully asleep. Well, he LOOKED asleep. He really was a looker. He had sandy-blonde hair and a well-toned bod. I had noticed his attractiveness even as we fought minutes earlier. Somehow both of his Air Jordans had come off when I made him tumble to the tracks. To me that was a sign to do what I wanted to do.
I’m sure I was smiling darkly as I took a step towards him.
No one else was around now. What happened to Guy2? I took a moment out to retrieve Guy 1’s discarded Jordans. I immediately sniffed the inside of one sneaker and inserted my dick into the other. I began to hump that overpriced piece of footwear while sniffing like a madman.
Just as his jizz was filling Guy 1’s sneak, my mind filled with visions someone stumbling upon the scene and seeing me do this. But instead of fear, the thought turned me on!
The nineteen-year-old (he MAY have been younger, but let’s pretend all right?) lay with his sandy-blonde head resting on the concrete next to some kid’s discarded wrestler action figure. My gaze gently swept over the youth and the dirty discarded doll. My eyes took in Guy 1’s broad, ruddy-complected cheek and the light eyelashes closed in slumber.
I took my time peeling off his warm slightly damp socks. I even sniffed them deeply after completely removing them from his size 11 or so feet. Then I used my fingers to play with the sleeping youth's feet and toes. I even tenderly massaged, kneaded and caressed them. As I did this my dick was so hard it was dribbling. Then I boldly leaned down and took the handsome boy's big toe into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were an old-fashioned lollypop. And, because I’m a sensual romantic at heart, I took the time to tenderly plant soft kisses on each of the sleeping nineteen-year-old's toes one by one
His feet reminded me of my younger stepbrother. My stepbro had feet that were so beautiful that I would often creep into his room late at night, uncover the heavily sleeping youth's gorgeous bare feet and just bathe them with kisses so gently that he wouldn't even awaken.
Anyway, Guy 1’s equally attractive bare feet lay helpless before me—beautiful and vulnerable while their nineteen-year-old owner snored.
I stuck my tongue out and ran it over those big, beautiful feet from heels to toes. The sleeping youth reflexively (but unconsciously) wiped his now wet bare feet on my face and neck. I stick my tongue out to get even more of a taste. I hear myself groan in pleasure, enjoying this too much … I tried to reign in my ready-to-shoot dick.
I did this by taking the time to remove Guy 1’s clothing. I honestly think he was only pretending to be unconscious at this point. He almost appeared to be smiling as I slowly pulled his sweats and underwear to his ankles and slipped them over his feet. Instead of protesting the sandy-haired young man kept feigning sleep and even squirmed a bit to make it easier for me to get the rest of his clothes off.
He even pretended to be out cold when I took his hardening cock into my mouth and sucked on it until the shaft grew to an almost stone-hard consistency. No, Guy 1 didn't even pretend to awaken when I leaned down and sucked his balls.
He let out a small moan and opened his legs a little when this happened ... and that SHOULD have tipped me off that he was really awake. But I wasn’t certain.
I WAS certain when I bit down on his sack. Not hard, but just hard enough.
Not knowing this was coming, Guy1 was totally surprised by this action, and he screamed in pain AND pleasure simultaneously. The pleasure-pain was so powerful that eventually he shot a load with a seemingly thunderous orgasm. As he lay their gasping, I paused to return to his beautiful bare feet—to run my hands around the saliva-slicked soles, insteps and heels of the sandy-haired young man's pedal extremities. I pressed hos soles against my package, rubbing them against my privates vigorously.
After I used his bare feet to stroke myself off and shoot another load all over him, I stood up… zipped up… and left.
