by PHSHBY980
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Working as a massage therapist definitely has its benefits. On a few occasions my clients have been the hot, young studs that frequent the local gay club. As a recognized massage therapist it’s my responsibility to maintain a level of professionalism with these men
despite my inner urges. However, during one particular session any self-restraint I had flew out the window along with the embarrassment I had regarding my secret foot fetish.
That memorable day I was booked for one session and as usual I was hoping for a sexy, male individual to walk through that door. While preparing the table a knock came at the door and I eagerly ran to open it.
To my surprise it was one of the men who attended the club on a regular basis. His name was Tom and he was always among the sexier men. He towered over most of the guys at a height of 6’ 2” and he possessed a slightly muscular build. He had one of the best tans I’ve seen and it went well with his brunette hair. I’ve briefly spoken with him before but it was a sufficient amount of time for me to realize how much I’d love to worship his large feet. This was Tom’s first time with a massage therapist but he stripped down into a towel without any reluctance. I told him to lay face down upon the table and I began the session by kneading his broad shoulders. A few minutes in I realized he had fallen asleep. I looked down towards the direction of his feet and I began to shudder in excitement at what I would eventually be massaging. I worked down to his butt and then to his thighs. My simple massaging techniques turned into deep, sensual rubbing. I found my self working closer and closer to his ankles. My heart was pounding and I could barely focus.
If I was ever going to fulfill my foot fetish fantasy the opportunity was now here.
I walked over to where his smooth souls faced up towards the ceiling. I leaned forward and took in the sweaty aroma of his feet. I took his left foot and began to slowly rub it. I couldn’t control myself and cautiously put the foot to my face and caressed it with my nose and lips.
By that point Tom began to snore heavily and it gave me further reassurance to proceed with my actions. Starting at the base of his heels I worked my tongue along the wrinkled crevices of his souls. My tongue then found itself between his toes and as I came to the tips of his toes my mouth clamped down around them and I sucked as hard as I could. I swallowed every ounce of saliva that managed to comes off his feet.
His size 13’s were now lubricated with the wetness of my saliva and I ran it up and down the length of my now exposed cock. Not able to further contain my self any longer I used his feet to stroke my cock until it finally erupted, spewing hot cum all over his beautiful feet. I felt so relieved to have acted out something I would have otherwise been timid about. I cleaned Tom’s feet and before waking him I gently rested my lips on the top of his right foot and kissed it. Sure there’s much more a hot guy like Tom could offer me sexually, but that's a whole other massage session!
