by FratSlave
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I’d seen him online.
Every night I’d check his pictures out, work up a boner, jerk off and call it a night. It was like a routine – he was part of my routine. 6”5 tall, size 15 feet…his huge form simply oozing that sexual quality we love to see. And his feet! Even more breathtaking. Big, meaty soles, with long, thick toes and a firm heel. Every time I went online, I would see him.
Victor.
That cocky grin, that at-ease stance, that sheer presence…I’d never seen anything like it. That shiny bald head gave him that punkish, rebellious look I never usually liked. He was everything I began to like in a man.
But after each night, after each orgasm, I felt that sinking feeling knowing I’d never see him in real life, let alone get to work on his powerful feet, suck his mighty cock or work over the body of that Adonis. So despite Victor seeming to be the perfect guy, he seemed to stay as a fantasy all my life.
Or so I thought.
During my travels, following my degree at University, I was keen to see the world. I visited a number of places, all of which were simply brilliant. I stopped off in the USA, and decided to spend around four or perhaps five months there working to pay my way.
Of course, as I sat in a small coffee shop, the thought did flutter across my mind – would I see Victor? Of course not, I explained to myself. I didn’t even know what state he was in (let alone which state I was in), so seeing him was out of the question.
Despite this, I still visited a lot of the pubs and clubs in the area, having a good night every single night, despite a lack of Victor. I visited straight bars, gay bars, fetish clubs and everything in-between, ranging from a casual chat, a lonely drink, a frantic fuck and some damn-unbeatable fetish experiences you can only experience abroad. I was there, sucking this muscled jocks glorious toes when I began wishing it was Victor I was servicing, despite this big, brawly guy being pretty damn hot.
“ Fuck dude,” he groaned. “That was great.”
I crawled up from underneath him. He got up, but not before I dried his feet off with my t-shirt. He gave me his number and asked me to call him when he was in the area. I decided that was exactly what I’d do. At this particular sauna, I was rock hard and now lonely. I lay on the bed, closing my eyes and gripping my 7” slab of meat.
I imagined Victor, stuffing his huge feet in my face, forcing his toes through my mouth like a huge parcel unwilling to go through a small letterbox. I imagined Victor flipping me over and ramming his huge cock in my insides, thrusting hard, riding me like the little sub I was. I imagined a long, masculine groan of appreciation as ropes of thick, pearly-white cum raced inside me.
That was when I heard the door open. A man walked in, a dressing gown on over his tall frame. I suddenly let out a gasp as I took in just who this was. Bald head, cocky grin, at-ease stance…well-built, 6”5…
… it was Victor!
“ Sup,” he grinned, smiling as he saw me grip my cock. “Am I interrupting something?”
“ Nah, nah…” I said hurriedly. “I-It’s Victor, right?”
Victor raised his eyebrows.
“ Yea…” he said precariously. “That’s me.”
“ Hey, calm down,” I said. “I’m not a stalker.”
“ I wish more people said that,” he joked.
“ I saw your shots online,” I said, looking down and acknowledging his feet. Those wonderful feet, in a pair of old, work flipflops. “I think you’re damn hot.”
Victor smiled. He began looking at me quizzically, analyzing me, if you will. He took a good look at my 5”10 build, noticing my athletic, toned body on my 19-year old frame. He saw my feet, long, smooth size 10’s, and took in my green eyes. I smirked.
“ Looks like we both need some help,” he said, in a sexy growl of a voice. He sat on the bed opposite me, taking off his dressing gown (revealing that thick slab of meat, even bigger than in person!) and kicking off his flip flops. “Get over here, bitch.”
I crawled over to this Supreme Being as he sat there, his hairless body really turning me on. He had a very strong, masculine scent, one resembling spices and warmth. I arrived at his big, meaty feet.
“ Feet,” he snarled. I hungrily obliged, taking a foot in my hand and observing the incredibly long toes. His sole was quite tough, and I instantly began my worship on this Adonis. First, my tongue splattered against Victor’s big sole and I slurped my way up and down his glorious foot. As I reached the tops of his feet, I would snake my tongue around his big toe, tasting the warm, salty taste of a man’s foot.
He liked that. I began sucking his toes; some one at a time, moving up and down, while others would be plunged into my mouth with their fellow digits. When it came to the big toe, Victor was getting hard, and knew that the following would really harden his meat even more. I sucked up and down, bobbing up and down on his gloriously masculine feet, sucking down the intense foot stink. Soon I switched feet, doing a similar routine on my master.
Soon, Victor was rock hard. He withdrew his toes from my mouth and looked down at me, his perfectly smooth and well-defined body shining before me. He parted his legs, bearing his huge cock.
“ Suck me,” he growled, a quick flicker of a smirk on his face. I nodded and moved forward, grabbing his dick and pushing it through my lips. He gave a soft, gentle moan of satisfaction as I moved his dick down my mouth, slurping up and down. As I went down, really jousting his cock down my throat, I felt the fuzzy pubes brush my face enticingly. Victor was really enjoying this, as was evident when he grabbed either side of my head and rhythmatically moved me up and down his thick fat cock.
“ Good job, bitch,” he uttered, twisting his face as pleasure flooded his senses. “What’s your name?”
I answered through his thick cock. He chuckled as the vibrations from my throat tickled his meaty cock. Victor used my head and slipped it off his cock, leaving me somewhat disappointed. Could I not even make him cum?
Apparently, I could. He grabbed me, steering me to the floor of the room we were in. I was on my knees, staring ahead, my mouth aching from the stretch of sucking that guys cock. I heard Victor plodding behind me, his slicked feet slapping against the floor.
“ What’s your name?” he asked again.
“ A-A-A-” I began, groaning as his thick cock gently parted my ass cheeks and delved inside my velvety ass. “llllllex.”
“ You’re damn hot, Alex,” Victor told me, pushing his cock further and further inside me until his pubes brushed against my cheeks. “Good little bitch.”
“ Thanks,” I groaned, my tight ass screaming as his thick cock pushed deeper inside me. Before I realized, Victor was quickening his pace, pumping his cock in and out my ass, the blowjob from previously having slicked his cock up nicely. I was being slightly moved forward and slipping back as Victor mercilessly fucked me. Next, he flipped me onto my back, and as I stared up at him, his cocky grin smothering his face, I felt as if I could do this all night, every night.
His cock was warming up – it was getting excited. With a final heave, Victor probed my ass with his thick cock into the furthest regions of my insides. A warm, gushing sensation flooded my ass as Victors warm cum filled me up. That sexy spicy scent filled my nostrils as Victor collapsed on top of me.
Pressed down on top of me – you could say he was pinning me down – Victor’s big frame gave a slight movement up and down. Our cocks were entwined, his cum-soaked and slightly floppy one against my searing hot slab of meat. Our bodies rubbed against each others, up and down, up and down, and I felt his breath on the base of my neck as he grunted in such a masculine way.
In no time at all my cock spurted jizz right in the crack between our bodies. It was like a glue, sticking us back together as we both felt exhilarated from the evening.
Victor told me what a great session it had been, and I was quick to agree. We stayed there for an eternity, Victor telling me about his house, his job and his life.
It’s been almost a year since that night. I’m still in the USA with Victor. We share a house, and it is fantastic! Every night he walks into the room, and he’ll fuck me mercilessly, or make me service his sweaty feet after a long day. Sometimes I have to drink his piss from his cock when he’s watching sports. But I love every second of it. And so does he.
Now, Victor is my master, and my entire life is devoted to him. The other night, when I was out, I could have sworn I saw Gavin from the site. But that’s another story…
