by "Fred Durst"
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It occurred to me that this true story would be appreciated by your readers. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty!
I am 26 years old, and last year I was hired as a flight attendant for a large regional US airline. As training ended at the beginning of the summer, I was based in Cincinnati, Ohio--a city I had never been to before. I was afraid that finding reasonably affordable housing, and quickly (the airline gave us a week before we had to begin flying) would be a nightmare.
Deciding against doing the typical "five or six flight attendants in one apartment" arrangement, I looked on craigslist in the "Men For Men" section, to see if anyone was looking for a roommate.
What luck! Right away I found a listing for a room for rent in a furnished house. I called the guy, named Dennis, and we talked for quite a while. Due to the listing, we both knew each other was gay, so that was a non-issue. Dennis told me that he had ended a long relationship a few months earlier, and was looking for someone to not only share expenses, but to help look after the yards, etc.
I went to see the house that same day, and was blown away! It was a really nice, furnished, three-bedroom home with a pool, and Dennis only was asking $500 a month rent--what a tiny, unfurnished studio apartment would have cost me. I would have my own furnished room, with the bathroom directly across the hall.
As for Dennis, he was in his late 40s, average height and a bit chunky, with a totally grey but thick crew cut and goatee. What impressed me were his sparkling blue eyes; I guessed (and framed pictures in the house later proved this) that he had been a real hottie 20 years earlier. He was very friendly and down to earth, and I felt at home right away.
He offered me the room and I took it. I moved my few belongings in the next day.
A few days later, I had my first trip with the airline. I was on the Canadair Regional Jet--a 50 passenger plane where I was the only flight attendant. The flying was fun, but the multiple flights each day were tiring, and the humid summertime heat of the multiple Midwestern cities we flew into (in most of them we didn't use jetways) really wore me down.
By the time we arrived back in Cincinnati and ended the trip, I was beat. As I got into my car at the airport that afternoon, I felt completely oily and sticky. All I wanted to do was get home and peel off the uniform and get into the pool.
I flexed my toes inside my black uniform shoes and black leather loafers and thought how good it was going to feel to remove them.
I arrived at the house and saw that Dennis was home. We said hello and I went straight to my room to get undressed. I hung up my blazer, tie and pants, leaving me only in my socks underwear and undershirt. Just as I was reaching to pull off my left black dress sock, Dennis appeared in my doorway with a laundry basket. "I'm going to do a load of laundry...do you have anything you'd like washed?" he asked.
I said sure. As he stood there, I peeled off my two socks and tossed them into the basket, along with a few other items from my suitcase. Dennis continued on to the laundry room, which was right down the hall, past the kitchen.
After a minute or so, I walked barefoot across the hall to the bathroom. Something caught my eye. I looked down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room, where Dennis was. He was doing something unusual, but because of the distance, I had to strain to see.
He was standing at the washing machine. The basket was on top. He was holding something to his face.
It was my black work sock.
I saw him rubbing it slowly across his nose and mouth, inhaling. He was really getting off on it! Even all the way down the hall, I heard a slight moan. I also saw that he had an erection; it was pointing through his gray lightweight gym shorts. He didn't see me watching him.
Now here, I should say that I have always been turned on by men's feet, and even more so, when guys have been turned on by mine. I'm fortunate to have naturally attractive feet, soft and pink size 9s; no calluses, rough skin or nail problems. A few guys have even commented on them. So, I've been proud of my feet, I suppose like guys are proud of great abs or pecs. I love flip flop weather, for sure, or even wearing loafers without socks. I've been lucky to have had sex with some real foot worshipers, which made the sessions even that much hotter. I'm also lucky that my feet never smell, at least not like so many people tend to complain about and buy all those products for. Even after a long, hot day in socks and shoes like this day, I only ever seem to work up a slight, sweet, moist smell. That was what Dennis was huffing at the washing machine.
The intensity of his fascination with my sock gave me an instant erection as well.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dennis realized that I was watching him from down the call, and froze. He turned toward me, and his sparkling blue eyes looked at mine like a deer in headlights, unsure what my reaction was going to be.
The whole situation was so intense and my hardon so stiff, I decided to make the first move.
"So, you like that?" I semi-shouted down the hall, matter-of-factly.
Dennis smiled guiltily. "Yep, you caught me. I'm sorry, but it's fucking hot. So are you".
I responded "Well, why don't you come here and taste the originals?" I have no idea where that line came from, I was just caught up in the moment and knew the outcome was going to be mind-blowing.
Dennis left the laundry room and walked toward me, my sock still in his hand. As he got closer, his eyes went down to my hardon trapped in my black underwear. We walked into my room, and I lay on the bed. He kneeled on the floor at the end, placed the dirty sock on the edge of the bed, and I placed the soles of my bare feet near his face.
"Oh god", he mumbled "So nice...so fuckin' nice" as he grabbed both feet with his hands, and pulled them toward his face.
I pulled off my undershirt, and then looked on in aroused fascination.
Dennis was a true foot lover; he wasn't giving my toes dainty kisses, but rather rubbing my soles across his face and goatee (which felt great, like a scrub brush), inhaling and licking hungrily, almost violently. Between my toes I could see tiny bits of moist black fiber left over from my dress socks disappear into his mouth. For a moment I thought maybe I should ask him to wait until I showered, but then I realized that he loved the smell and taste of raw, unwashed man feet. He was completely lost in a fantasy world.
I pulled down my underwear and my raging erection popped out. I began to stroke it as I watched Dennis work on my bare feet. The room and house were silent, except for Dennis's moaning and wet slurping. The scene was almost too incredible.
After a few minutes, he looked up and saw my bare cock in my hand. As if he were going on to "Phase 2", Dennis slowly crawled up onto the bed, and instantly had my cock in his mouth. He was salivating heavily, bobbing his head up and down. It felt amazing.
Almost like it was one someone else saying it, I quietly asked Dennis "Do you want this cock up your ass?". Another moan from him: "Oh fuck yes!"
Leaving his tank top on, he pulled off his gym shorts and buried his head in the pillows, his chubby, milk-white ass offered up to me.
Consumed by lust, I acted like an animal, kneeling behind him and pointing the plump head of my saliva-covered cock between his ass cheeks. I fell forward, my cock found his puckered hole, and it slid in almost effortlessly. Now it was my turn to moan as his sphincter gripped the base of my cock.
I reached the dirty sock on the edge of the bed and held it firmly to Dennis's nose; that, combined with my rod jammed inside of him, made him wriggle and sigh.
I won't lie--our fuck session wasn't a long one, after such hot foot foreplay. After about 15 thrusts, I felt my balls tense and knew I was incredibly close.
Dennis heard my breath quicken and knew what was about to happen. "Fuck yeah stud, blow your load in me, go ahead!" he commanded, wiggling his ass and pushing back on to me.
The orgasm that resulted took my breath away, and I cried out loud. My balls retracted and I began to shoot inside Dennis with such intensity, I felt like I was turning inside out. He felt my cock thicken and jump repeatedly, and we moaned in unison as my thick semen filled his bowels. As my orgasm subsided, I slumped onto his back, panting. Slowly I withdrew my cock, and it fell out of his ass with a slurp. A cloudy gob of spent cum fell on to my bedspread.
Dennis and I spent a while laying on my bed, talking. We had a laugh about how suddenly it had all happened, and he swore he hadn't been looking for a sex hookup when he placed the ad on craigslist. He talked a bit about his ex-boyfriend, and about his own lifelong fascination with men's feet. We decided to keep things cool between us; I'd still sleep in my room and him in his, and not try to rush any relationship.
However, since that day (I still live with him), Dennis still has "dibs" on my feet whenever I get home from a trip--he gets to remove my shoes and sweaty socks, and give them a session like the first time. What an awesome arrangement!
