by Tony
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Part 1-
I was siting at the stoplight, waiting for the light to change and wondering why I was so miserable, when the black and green jeep pulled up next to me. I glanced over at the vehicle, uninterested, and nearly swallowed my gum. There sitting on the passenger side of the jeep was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. He had wavy jet-black hair and beautiful blue eyes. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt, I could make out the finely detailed muscles of his stomach and was able to admire his nice round pecs. He looked over at me and smiled, placing sunglasses on over his eyes. His legs were stretched out and his bare feet hung over the edge of the jeep's door. God he was beautiful. His feet were incredibly beautiful too. I couldn't help but stare and noticed a large vein on the top of his foot that stood out against the creaminess of his tanned skin. The breeze from the ocean gently massaged his hair and I couldn't help but gawk at this stunningly gorgeous creature.
Suddenly, the light changed and the driver of the jeep barked his tires and quickly took off down the strip. I proceeded down the strip myself and went back to thinking about the problems I had in my own life. My boyfriend was a prick and I was tired of putting up with his shit. I hated my job at the bank and I wondered if this was all that life had to offer me. Why couldn't I be uncannily happy, extremely wealthy and have a boyfriend like the dark-haired God in the Jeep Wrangler I'd just met all too briefly at a stoplight?
My mind floated back to what my friend Keith was just telling me last night at dinner· "Justin, you've got to change your ways. You're too good a person to let someone like Todd ruin your life and dictate what you do. Get rid of him and LIVE, for Christ's sake!" I could hear him as clearly as if he were sitting right beside me: "If you ALWAYS do what you've ALWAYS done, you'll ALWAYS get what you've ALWAYS gotten!" he said. He was right too. I was just too scared and to stubborn to do something about it. I approached the light at the intersection and was surprised and excited to see that my mysterious beauty in the jeep was going to be caught at the light too.
I pulled up next to them and looked his way. He and his buddy were laughing about something and paying me no attention whatsoever. I looked at him and wished that someday I'd have someone just like him. He glanced over while I was daydreaming and still looking straight at him. he smiled at me again.
"Hey, you okay?" he shouted.
It then became apparent that someone was trying to talk to me. I shook the cobwebs outta my head and took the glazed look off of my face and looked at him. "What?" I asked stupidly.
"I said are you alright? You looked kinda spooked there for a second. You okay?"
"Oh. Oh yeah. I'm fine. Sorry. Thanks though." I blubbered. God, what an idiot I was! I must look like some retard; foaming at the mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
The light changed and I turned to head home while my considerate stranger and his friend went straight on through the light and on down Ocean Blvd.
Part 2-
Keith called me early Saturday morning and asked if I'd be interested in going to a beach party with him that night. I said I wasn't sure (which meant I'd have to ask Todd if I could go) and I'd just get back with him later. I asked Todd if he wanted to go and he, of course, said no. I told him I was going and he, of course, got mad. "Why do you wanna go to some stupid party on the beach?" He screeched. "There'll just be sand, and drinking and music. Big fun huh?"
I decided to take a stand. "Well, if you don't want to go that's fine, but I'm going." I stated. He gave me a cold look and went out on the deck and slammed the door. "Fuck him." I thought to myself. I called Keith back and told him I'd be coming ... alone of course. He said he'd pick me up at 8:30. When night rolled around, I pulled on an Old Navy sweatshirt and threw on some shorts and waited outside for Keith. Todd left a few minutes later and didn't even speak as he passed and got in his car. Keith finally arrived a few minutes after Todd had left and we headed for the party. It was up the strip a ways.
We arrived about 8:45 and there were already loads of people there. There were torches placed all around the sand dunes so that folks could see a little better, but the moon was near full and there was actually a lot of light. Coolers and big buckets full of ice, beer and soft drinks littered the landscape. There was lots of loud music and the crashing of the surf and of course, lots of hot guys milling around. Even though this was considered a "straight" party, I saw lots of guys from the bar there. It was going to be an interesting night.
I got a beer and walked around for awhile with Keith. We scoped the whole place out and then decided to dance awhile. We danced for about an hour when Keith saw his friend Jamie and went over to talk to him. They'd dated off and on before and they walked off together arm in arm. Oh well, time to mingle I guess. I walked around and didn't see that much going on. Lots of hot guys (mostly barefoot ... yum, yum) walking around, but I didn't talk to a soul. I grabbed another beer and headed down to the surf. I plopped down in the sand, looked at the moon and drank my beer. I'd sat there about half an hour and decided it was time for me to go. I wondered if Keith was even still there? Surely he wouldn't leave without me. I guess I'd have to ask someone if they'd mind taking me home, if he'd already left with Jamie.
"Hi there." Startled, I looked up, wondering who had followed me out here away from the party. I was awestruck. It was the cute guy from the jeep I'd seen yesterday.
"Hi." I said, scared to death.
"What are you sitting out here all by yourself for? The party's back there." He said, pointing up the beach and taking a swig off of his beer.
"I don't know. I just wanted to be alone for awhile I guess."
"Oh, okay." He shrugged and turned to go. Shit!
"Hey wait·" I shouted back to him. He turned around and headed back. GOD he had nice feet. A size 11 at least, I'd bet! "I didn't mean you had to leave, I just meant that I needed to get away for a bit." I mumbled.
"So where's your girlfriend?" He asked.
"Oh, I..I don't have a girlfriend."
"Oh. So where's your boyfriend?"
"Actually I'm not sure ... and truthfully, I really could care less."
"Great. I'm sorta new in town and don't know that many people. You just wanna talk or something? You're the guy I saw at the light yesterday right?"
"Yeah, that's me. And uh okay, we can talk--sure. Uh·what's your name and where are you from?" I questioned.
"Chris. My name's Chris and I just moved here a few weeks ago from Ohio. I work for the TV station downtown. What about you?" He finished the rest of his beer and sat down next to me.
"Oh sorry. My name's Justin. I work for the bank ... you know the big blue glass building right as you cross the bridge to get to the strip?"
"Yeah, I know it. Didn't know what it was, but I'd seen it lots of times."
We made small talk for a few minutes and I grew steadily more comfortable talking to him. "So where's your friend?" I asked.
"Which friend is that?" he replied humorously.
"The guy driving the jeep."
"Oh, you mean Lance. He's just a guy I work with. He's an asshole. We play on the same baseball team for the TV station. He was giving me a lift back to my apartment. We'd just played a game and he was taking me home. We lost the game, by the way."
"Oh. Sorry."
"So what's with you and this boyfriend?" he smiled.
"Oh. He's a fuckin' jerk. I can't believe I'm actually still with him and for the most part. He makes me furious. I moved in with him months ago and I'm trying to get up the nerve to just get out. You know what I mean?"
"So just move out. Fuck him."
"That's the problem. I really like having sex with him, but I just don't like him anymore. I have this fetish, see, for guy's feet and I can't believe I'm even telling you any of this... but he really turns me on and I'm just afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Of being lonely. Lots of things I guess. "
"So come home with me."
I was floored. Was he serious? He wasn't even gay. Was he? Not built like that and considerate too? "Come home with you? Why, Chris, I do believe you're hitting on me."
"You catch on quick. Look. Ever since yesterday, I've been wondering if you were gay or not. I know absolutely no gay people here. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but I'd like to ... Very much."
"This can't be happening. Are you for real?"
He stood up and grabbed my arm. He pulled me to my feet and looked right into my eyes. "Yes. I'm serious. You're a nice guy. Your boyfriend, who I hope you'll soon make an EX-boyfriend, doesn't realize what he has. C'mon, let's go."
We walked back up the beach together to his car. We were soon on the road. I was excited and the happiest I'd been in a long time.
Part 3-
We arrived at his apartment about 10:00pm.
He showed me in and I sat down on the couch. He asked if I wanted a drink or anything and I said no. I was very nervous.
"Look, you're practically trembling. We don't have to do anything. I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea." He said.
"No, no. It's not that. It's just that I look at someone like you and then I look at someone like me, and wonder why you're even interested." I said.
He shook his head and sat down next to me. "Has this prick Todd undermined your confidence so much that you don't even know when you're being complimented? Look, Justin, you're very sweet. You're incredibly hot and believe me when I say, I wouldn't be offering anything to you, if I didn't mean it." He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. "I don't know much about this fetish you have, but I think I definitely need to rinse the sand off of my feet. I'll be right back."
I heard the water running in the tub and he soon reentered the room. He pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. He walked over to me and pulled me up from the couch. He kissed me hard and deep. He pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor. He pushed me down to my knees ever so gently. I stared at the big lump in his shorts. I licked and nibbled at his erection through the material of his shorts. He moaned but pulled me away. "Later." He said. He pushed me down a bit further and raised his foot up to my mouth. I licked his toes. He placed his foot over my face and pushed me back against the couch. Even though he'd rinsed the sand from his feet, they still had just enough of an odor to be sexy.
He continued to apply pressure to my face with his foot and began to grind it a little over my face. He slid his foot from the front of my face around to the side near my ear. He pushed lightly and I slid off the back of the couch onto the floor. I stared up at this magnificent man as he stood over me, glaring down with that cute little smile of his. He'd maneuvered his body over me so that each foot was on either side of my chest. He raised his right foot and planted it firmly on my chest. He slowly slid it down and rubbed it against my quickly rising cock.
"You like that?" he asked.
"God yes." Was all I could reply.
He moved his foot back to my chest and slowly brought his other foot onto my chest as well. "If I weigh to much, let me know." He questioned.
It was a bit hard to breathe but I didn't care. This gorgeous man was actually standing on me. I was gonna blow, I just knew it! As if reading my mind, he stepped off of me and sat down on the couch. He stretched his legs out and planted his feet right in my face. He asked me to lick and smell them, which I did happily. He forced one foot into my mouth and played with my cock with the other one. Needless to say, that's all it took. I shot my load. A little landed on my chest but the rest of it landed squarely on his left foot. He wiped it on my chest with his foot and smeared it around. He stood up and took off his shorts (he had on no underwear I might add). He got up and straddled me as I lay on the floor.
He put my arms above my head and brought his knees up over them. Once he had me pinned he inched up so that his magnificent cock was only inches from my face. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my face and lips.
"Now you can finish what you started earlier," he said devilishly.
I took his cock into my mouth and gave him quite a blowjob. He certainly enjoyed it, because within seconds he pulled out and shot his load all over my face.
"Sorry about that," he giggled. I didn't mind at all. It's been 3 months now since I moved in with Chris and I've never been happier in my life. I even saw Todd the other day at the grocery store. He looked so sad.
That made me smile.
