His name was Vincenzo Borricolli and I met him at The Espresso One Coffee Bar on Santa Monica Blvd. in Los Angeles.

It was a perfectly innocent evening out. Like me he had recently moved to L.A. from Bensonhurst New York. We even made a date to go to an Art's Exhibition at the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena. He arrived very late and didn't like the show, a mixed media art piece. He said it was pretentious. He then talked about his paintings and murals, which I never had the opportunity to see.

He was even more beautiful than I remembered. You just couldn’t miss his tanned skin and his well-developed body. He was dressed the exact same way as when I last saw him. There was just something about this beautiful, swarthy young man. He looked up, the shocks of his glossy black hair hanging down in his eyes. But his feet were a mystery--hidden as they were in tight black leather dress shoes. This was pure torture for a foot fetishist like myself. I had to see them.

I had to have them.

I had to have him.

This twenty-five year-old was married with four kids, but I had to have him.

So one evening in the following month, the Borricolli family trooped back into the house after a night out at the movies and dinner. As they walked in, they suddenly felt tired and sleepy.

" My goodness...I had no idea I was so tired!" yawned Maddalena Borricolli, stretching her supple arms. Suddenly she collapsed to the floor.

" Maddie!" Vincenzo cried out in alarm as he rushed to his wife’s side just before he too was rendered unconscious by the odorless gas wafting through the house. Each of the two younger children was slowly lying down on the floor, ready to fall asleep. The oldest one fought it, staggering over to the stairs before succumbing to the darkness. That's when my friends and I re-entered the house fifteen minutes later, to the sound of snoring. We wore gas masks and looked around for our specific target. My buddy gave a shout as he spotted Vincenzo near the kitchen. I joined him as we gathered around the innocently sleeping young man ... and both of us were smiling.

" He really is gorgeous, Giorgio ...your girlfriends may need flea-collars, but you've got excellent taste in men." My buddy Leon said, practically licking his lips at the sight of the unconscious Vincenzo. He leaned over to pick up the snoozing stud and carried him out to by van, the velvety black night covering our actions.

We dragged him from the van once we reached our destination, all the while I was arguing with Leon about how careful we should be about sneaking our captive into my apartment.

In the end I had to agree with Leon though. If anyone came along right now it would look pretty bad what with the two of us half dragging unconscious young man. We had to the top of the stairwell and this time Leon reached out to open the door leading into the corridor. By this time, Vincenzo was almost unconscious again. Leon and I were totally supporting his weight and both feet just drug along the floor.

We finally reached my door. Leon supported most of Vincenzo's weight while I fumbled for my keys. Finding them at last, I unlocked and opened my door. We dragged Vincenzo into my apartment and laid him on my sofa. I carefully grabbed both his ankles and lifted both feet up on to the couch.

Vincenzo was just beginning to come to.  When he realized what was happening he actually gave a wry smile and said, “I knew it … I knew I wasn’t imagining that you were staring at my feet.”

I was speechless.

Vincenzo yawned.  Then he drowsily said, “Well?  What are you … you … waiting for?  Go … ahead …you’ve gone too far to stop now …” 

And the handsome young man fell back into the land of dreams. 

I sat down, and put his feet in my lap. With anxious fingers I finally got the leather dress shoes unlaced and I pulled them off his feet-the wonderfully damp and smelly black dress socks following. At last, two tanned naked feet. Beautiful feet. I caressed my hands over one as I prop it on the leg of the sofa. I brought the other to my mouth and tasted his big toe. My tongue flicks over the nail and under the pad. I slipped my tongue between all five sweaty digits and the unconscious young man giggled. Without waking up he actually arched off the sofa, his body trembling as I wriggle my tongue between his sweet, tanned toes.

Then I licked the soles of his feet, tasting the sweat and inhaling the fragrance of leather. I took each of his toes into my mouth and gently sucked. I even rolled up his pant legs and moved my tongue along his calves and back down to his feet and toes. But since he continued to sleep contentedly, my boldness intensified and I opened his fly. His cock very hairy balls lay before me now. I slipped from under his feet and knelt over him, taking his soft cock into my hot mouth. It grew quickly into its hard seven inches and I sucked like mad. I freed my own dick from my trousers as I did so and continued my deep sucking. I felt Vincenzo's balls begin to twitch and tighten and I knew that he was about to let it all blow. I sucked him deep as he shot his hot load into the back of my throat.

I jerked myself off over Vincenzo's beautiful feet before I got up to let Leon have his way with our handsome captive.