Spence wanted adventurous sex and I was going to give it to him. The new trend on the West Coast was arranging “surprise” attacks on your lovers. When your love was into the kinds of adventurous sex West Coasters are into, that is. Spence wanted to be taken by surprise and used. I was up for it. Literally.

Spence was a fireman—tall, blond, muscular and handsome. He had size 14 feet and wanted every inch of them. He’s a good guy with a great sense of humor who always pulled his load. A dart from my stun gun pierced the side of his neck and the big blonde dropped like a poleaxed steer. I jerked off over his muscled body as he jerked with unconscious twitches.

After pretending as if I had no idea who knocked him out or why, I had to go to Weiser County Hospital and identify the amnesiac John Doe.

If only those coroners and medical attendants and nurses knew how I’d had my way with Spence while he was out.

Just the way he wanted it, mind you!

If they had only seen me when I flattened his bloody body on the bathroom floor and licked the soles of his feet like there was no tomorrow. I loved licking his soles and kissing his toes. I licked between each of his toes and cried, “Mmmmmmmm!” as my tongue probed away every bit of lint and sweat. All the flavors of the fireman’s size 14 feet burst in my mouth.

I even took on the unconscious blonde’s anus with my big tongue. I wiggled it inside of him, going deeper and deeper until my lips were sealed around his rectal opening. Spence was out, but his body was still alert enough to inadvertently squeeze—reflexively pushing his ass on my face. I released my cock and began working over the passed-out fireman shortly after that. It was the next innate step. I did so until I managed to orgasm three times.