by Liam Lindsay
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My name is Braxton.
I've been gay for as long as I can remember, and I've had an insatiable fetish for male feet since forever. Everything about them just drove me wild and made me weak at the knee. I was 19 when this story happened. My boyfriend at the time was the most gorgeous hunk you ever did see. His name was Maciek, he was Polish. He was two years older than me. He was tall, thin but had a good bit of muscle to him. He had skin the color of Cafe Au Lait and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. He had a six pack, the whole nine yards. He also happened to have the most beautiful feet this side of heaven. They were long, thin, with perfectly manicured toenails and they had that glowing caramel tan to them. I dreamed about them all day long.
I was trapped. I couldn't tell him about it. I really didn't want to lose him, and that would be just what I was doing if I ever told him about it. One time I got the chance to sniff his feet when he was asleep. It was the best feeling I ever had.
Our story began on a hot summer night, how else would it have been perfect? We were driving in his car with the top down and the warm wind blowing on our faces. We were cruising just for something to do. It was perfect, just watching the city lights fly by with his arm round my shoulder and the smell of him lingering on me. I swooned in the hot summer air that blew off the Mojave Desert. We stopped on a cliff and looked right out onto infinity. Maciek took off his shoes and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven for sure. He rubbed them.
"My feet are so sore." he said.
"Well, if you want I could drive, take the weight off your poor feet." I said, trying to sound nice. He laughed.
"Nah, I'd like to keep the car intact at the end of the night. But you know what you could do without endangering public safety?"
I knew what was coming, and it wasn't me...yet.
"You could massage them for me?"
"Anything for you, honey." I said. This was it. I knew I'd never be able to resist. My heart fluttered and my dick sprang to attention. He propped his socked feet up on my lap and leaned back, his head back over the door of the car. I began to rub his feet and he groaned.
"Oh, baby that feels so good!" he moaned. While he couldn't see me, I ducked my head down and sniffed his beautiful foot. It smelled like a shot of pure heaven.
"Smell good?" he asked. I looked up and he was smiling and looking right at me. I began to stutter and I swallowed hard. Now I'd done it, for sure.
Ok. Did he just say he...liked it? I was praying that it wasn't my ears decieving me.
"You should have told me sooner, we could have been doing this for a while..." he said with a grin. "Go on babe, keep going. Sniff that foot like you mean it."
I started again and couldn't stop. It was my addiction. He was my drug. When I had smelled every part of his sock a million times I took them off. Oh my God! There they were, his perfect, god-like feet, mine for the taking. I began sniffing them, then like a madman, I began kissing them and licking them. I licked from his heels up to his toes. Then I sucked the balls and heels of his feet before sucking his toes. I began to lick in between them too. I don't think it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, Maciek's feet tasted like chocolate and caramel...Mmmmmh!!!
The next time I looked, he was stroking his hard, nine inch dick. I then moved up to his cock and kissed the head of it, wetting my lips with his pre-cum. Then I sucked and nibbled at it and he groaned.
"Come on baby. Take all of me!" he moaned.
"All good things to those who wait..." I whispered. When I had him shivering with anticipation and pleasure, I took his full length in my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and pushed my head down. Just before he came, I stopped. I pulled my pants and underwear down and after spitting on his palm and rubbing his cock, he entered me. He began to thrust and grind into me as I played with myself. He leaned in and we kissed passionately before spewing endless ropes of hot, creamy come all over the leather seats and the dashboard. When we were done, he wiped it all up with his feet and I, in turn had no hesitation of lapping it up off his feet.
"Come on, babe. The night is young." he said, wrapping his arm round my shoulder as we drove into the night...
"Oh, and honey one more thing." he said, "Later on, it's my turn..."
To Be Continued...
