A business trip to Europe kept me busy for almost two weeks after that morning at the gas station when Augustus and I went our separate ways. Once again, I went to the candy store where we first met (the most likely place to find him) and I was correct. I was already standing in line when he entered the store, his daughter going from isle to isle in a frenzy candy spree. He saw me first and walked towards me with open arms. He hugged me like we were the best of friends, his beautiful smile illuminating his even more beautiful face. "We gotta talk", he whispered in my ear. His daughter got closer to say hi and I kissed her forehead. Charms apparently run in the family. "What about?" I asked; "You know, crazy stuff" he winked while rubbing my left shoulder. A was in a good mood for sure. He told me he had returned to the store a couple of times in the past weeks hoping to run into me but no luck. I correctly assumed that by "crazy stuff" he meant something related to the cute blondie he had hooked up with. "Meet me at that same bar later tonite so we can talk in private" he suggested. "It's a date", I replied. I arrived at the bar around 9 pm and A had already gotten us a table in one of the far corners. "So, tell me all about this crazy stuff of yours" I teased him. For the next thirty minutes I tried to follow A's narrative in search of the "crazy" part he mentioned but all the facts presented seemed natural to me. They left the gas station, went straight to the dealer, got all the drugs they wanted, got extra cigarettes and liquor, and went to party at the bondie's place; just as I expected. According to A, things took an "unexpected" turn later, right after he asked the blondie to use the restroom. A returned to the living room to find the blondie butt naked, in all fours and demanding him to fuck him raw. Believe me or not, A said he was in shock! Are you kidding me?! I was in shock! Seriously guys, what did he expect? A random guy picks him up at a random place, provides all drugs they can possibly consume together, takes him home; did he really think this was a free meal? What was he thinking? The "crazy stuff" was not so crazy, at least in my dictionary. But A is such a sweet guy: may he be that naive? We are talking about a guy who identifies himself as straight, loves sex with women and women only; nonetheless, this same guy allows me to suck on his toes ans touch his dick inside a cab, play with his feet under the table at bars. Go figure! I believe that, like many other "purely straight" guys I met in my life, A is open to whatever sexual adventures life has in storage for them. To corroborate my theory, I found out later that A went back to the bondie's apartment the next day but he wasn't home. Ok, fool me twice...
I decided to pretend to be as sympathetic as I could to A's outrageous outcome with the blondie. He swore he did not fuck the guy, that he is not into men that way, and that he only went back for the free stuff. I told him I had a hard time buying his bullshit and he suddenly said: "Hey man, give me a break. I didn't want to have sex with the blondie but I'm ready to have you play with my feet and do whatever you want to them. NOW! Come with me to my place and finish what you started two weeks ago! My daughter is with her mom this weekend. " That was promising! "Not so fast, mister!" I had the guts to say. "If I go with you now, I want full access not only to your feet but to your whole naked body. Do we have a deal?" It took Augustus a couple of seconds to ponder; for the first time since we first met, I had the impression he took some time to fully "exam" me, his eyes now fixed in mine. "Deal, let's go. But you are only touching my dick if it gets hard with the things you do to my feet. Are you game?". A challenge! My own dick got hard right way. I was going to milk that boy that night, he had no idea how dicks are connected to feet!
We finally made to the lion's den, or so to speak. A's place was very simple, all the basic furniture well connected. "Green or red underwear?" He asked me. "Is none an option?" I replied. "Bastard!" was his answer. For some reason A decided to change his underwear; in order to provoke me, he undressed right there in the middle of the room, exposing his lean, perfect body. His uncut dick was flacid, but very beautiful; fully grown, it reached nine and a half inches easily. But right now he just wanted to tease me and took all the time he could to put on his red undies, "the proper color for the occasion" as he put it. All this time I just kept my eyes on him, savoring every inch of his body as the spectacle unfolded. Damn it, the man was simply perfect from head to toes, especially his strong toes and high arches, something one can better judge when the guy is on a standing position. Saliva was building up inside my dry mouth. "Have a seat", he suggested. I placed myself in the middle of the two seats couch, as he guided me. "My legs are sore, I need some stretching" he said that as he laid his body on my lap, face down. My hands went instinctively to his butt, to caress those nice buns. He did not protest but got me distract the moment he raised his right leg and brought his foot close to my face: "suck on my toes, please"; shit: my dick got hard in no time. I started playing with his right foot, grabbed and massaged his high arch as I gently sucked on each of his toes. I took my time working on his foot while A streched his left leg, sometimes bringing that foot close to the one I was working on intentionally. I tickled his sole everytime he did that and he giggled. I dared to insert onenof my hands inside his shorts and A protested: "Not yet, tiger!" he whispered. I went back to his right foot, this time devouring the whole thing; the smell of his foot was intoxicating, the softness of his soles drove me crazy. Therefore, I smelled, caressed, kissed, licked and sucked that foot, from top to bottom, time and time again. His heel tasted particularly delicious then, not sure why. A switched feet, but begged me to keep softly biting his right arch while I worked on the now available left foot. The boy knew exactly how to play me. After almost one hour of "stretching", A got up and reached the refrigerator for a bottle of water. He grabbed his dick as he emptied the bottle, just another teasing atrategeof his. He came back to the couch and asked me to move over to the right. He laid down once more, this time face up; he rested both feet on my lap and said: "Work your magic, make me hard this time". So, now i had full access to both his feet and legs, his crotch and his upper body (such nice flat stomach, navel, round nippels and hairy armpits). To me, it was a matter of honor to defeat his cynicism. I was decided to not only get that beautiful dick hard, but milk it in due times. Screw his boundaries aand protests! He challenged the wrong guy. He was going to cum over and over as the response to all the stimuli applied to his gorgeous feet and more; of that I was sure!
Instead of "attacking" his feet, first, I made him remove his sexy red undies; "Hey!" he started to protest. "Shut up bitch!" I firmly replied. "You are mine to do whatever I please, starting with this so precious dick of yours; time to hold back is over; you chased me, brought me here, now submit!". I think Augustus was kind of shocked at first; I had always been so kind to him, always respecting his limits. This time he understood I meant business, and only that was enough to get him excited. I've got his now semi hard cocktail in my left hand and went to examine his big, perfectly shaped round ball. They were very smooth, though he claimed he never shaves them. I folded them in my right hand, sniffed them while pressing his dick against his navel, and engulfed them whole. Have you ever seen one of those porn scenes when a guy's dick starts throbbing involuntarily, like it has a life of its own? That was A very first response. "That's not fair" A protested once again. "The agreement was to make me hard playing with my feet". Though he was technically right, at this point I didn't care. "You dared me to get you hard plating with your feet; but I don't remember stablishing an order; don't worry, those nice pigs will be used and abused" I tried to reason while licking the tip of his now fully erected penis. It was clear that A didn't care about our agreement any longer; his prick was oozing precum, his breathe was getting heavier and his moans louder. I took advantage of the moment and swallowed his dick entirely, moving my tongue frantically while lightly tickling his bull balls. When he gave me the first sign he was about to burst, I fully stopped. "Come on man, I'm ready to cum!" the party pooper complained. "Don't worry my friend, you'll have many chances to cum tonight", I added. He looked at me with wide eyes and let out an animalistic yet low cry when I resumed probing his dick slit. I used two fingers to jerk him off and almost reached for his butt hole; "too soon" (I thought) and refrained myself from doing it. I decided to go back to licking his balls instead, lowering my togue to explore his crack and wait for a negative reaction; but A never complained. Was I succeeding in taming this shrew? So much to find out. I kept jerking him off, but this time with a fist; every movement brought A closer and closer to an orgasm, but it was much more fun to cum deny him a little longer. I raised his left leg and brought his foot closer to my mouth. I gently bit his arch and then starter swallowing each of his toes. The volume of precum increased and his moanings got louder; good! I had his foot in my mouth for a couple of minutes, as I kept jerking his cock. Without any notice, I left his foot go and moved back to his asshole. I slid my tongue up and down his pink hole and then tongued it as deep as I could. Ropes of hot jizz flew into the air as A curled all his ten toes and roared like a big cat. Priceless!
The image of his toes curling made me even more hungry for those size nine. I kneeled on the bed, positioned the boy's body in a prone position and started licking his soles all the way from heels to toes. I tickled his insteps, the balls of his feet and his tops; although A is not usually ticklish on his feet, this time he responded with funny giggles, maybe as a consequence of the previous release. He did not attempt to move his feet away, so I kept the licking, sucking nd tickling going for a long time. I even pulled some of hairs from his toes to add a torturing sensation. Yet, no complaints from his part. As A loves having his legs rubbed, I moved his body again but this time so that could regain access to his crotch and lightly tongue bathed them while leading my way back to his cock and balls. His dick, again fully grown, seemed even harder than before, so I engulfed just the head and worked my tongue in a circular rotation. I could taste the precum flowing again and this time I introduced my middle finger deep enough into his hole to make him roll his eyes. For such a self proclaimed straight man, A was really enjoying all the gayness of this action. And so was I. My best guess at that moment was that I had about two to three minutes before he would burst a second big load. So, I just kept teasing him up to his limit. Shit, he was actually drooling at this point. I was able to lift his left leg, face his sole, give it a long lick and then run my nails up and down gis arch. "Don't...!", he cried; "stop", he completed the sentence. What a slut had he become! The moment I swallowed his whole prick again, he came for the second time. The salty semen in my mouth was immediately transfered to his feet so that I could tickle them silly once more. This time A begged me to stop, and I simply ignored him. Holding his big toe in my mouth and sucking the he'll out of it, I brought his tickling sensation to a whole new level and his dick never softned. I applied some friction to his slit, just for torturing purposes.
I decided I had the time to extract another load from A that night. And this time it would be from exploring his upper body: nippels, tit's and armpits. His feet, of course, were always on the menu. But if I had to resort to his genitals, no problem. All fair game! His belly button was so sexy! I just needed to put it to test. Therefore, I started probing it. I immediately found out it was extremely sensitive since the lightest of the touches would send electric shocks from head to toes. Weird, but it was closely connected to his nipples, as they hardened without me even touching them. His flat stomach was a playground by itself, but the thrill of toying with his navel was irresistible. And I put my tongue straight to work. Only that was enough to give him the chills. I realized just then that, all the excitement of cum denying and milking A over and over made me neglect my own perpetual boner. I was going to bring the boy to his third release whilst I had none! But how to multi-task? I simply suck at it! So, I decided that, if I succeeded milking the bull a third time just playing with his upper body, I would go back and concentrate on his feet only to achieve the best orgasm of my life. Afterall, that was what brought me to this whole scenario in the first place.
But, back to A's navel and flat stomach: for a "not at all" ticklish guy, A was extremely sensible in that area, especially his navel. His giggles and spasms were telling me a different story. He did not protest though, a clear sign that he was enjoying the attention. "Your bag is full of tricks!" he was able to say; "you surprise me by touching me in places no woman has ever touched me before". Was that a compliment? "I didn't know how ticklish my belly button was, but ticklish in a good way, do you get what I mean?". As I was busy slurping the he'll out if it, I just gave him my thumb up. "Evil bastard" he moaned. I must say I have had my share of straight guys in bed before, but Augustus was different somehow. I believe he felt comfortable enough with me to explore gay action; I say "action" because, un my humble opinion, sex is a two way street and, so far, he hasn't even touched me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but most of the straight guys I met would, at some point, try to suck my dick, rim my ass, or reciprocate somehow. A was lying spread eagled on his own bed having another man toying with his whole body and forcing him experience sensations he wasn't aware existed. And he was almost forty!
Due to the spread eagled position A was in and me working on the mid section of his body, it was hard to reach his feet and I wanted to tickle his high arches and suck on his beautiful toes. So, I left his navel and abs alone for a minute and traveled south. I gave both his feet a nice lick, tops and bottoms, and put both his gigantic big toes in my mouth, taking some time to bite on them as well. It seems A felt this deeper this time since his dick, already hard, started pulsating again. I manged to lick my way up his thighs (more moanings, sweet!), getting back to his navel, but this time I brought his right foot with me so I could continue tickling his high arch. Those arches of his made my penis pulsate just like his. I simply lost track of time just doing that, but I knew A wasn't ready for another load yet. Time to experiment on his round nipples, neck and armpits, virgin territory for me too. The first thing I did to his nipples was to give them a nice twist. That made A jump, I think he did not expect that. Only then I started tasting them, the way a baby breastfeed itself. "Fuck!", A yelled this time. "You are treating me like a bitch!"; "My bitch", I calmly replied. I was also caressing him ball sack while devouring his red tits, what kept his hardon at place. I must confess that the biting that followed was a little to much for poor A to take, though a necessary part of the torture procedure. He took it like the man he claimed to be, but I swear I saw a little tear rolling down his left eye. Priceless! When I finally licked his pit, A went ballistic. Jack pot, I had found his most ticklish spot! However, his pits tasted like honey, I'm not kidding! He did not wear deodorant, just the regular taste of a guy's sweaty pits. I buried my nose on them, savoring the masculine scent and licking them all over. Pulling a hair or two made him really cry this time; unmitigated torment from my part. For a couple of minutes, I kissed and licked his neck and tasted his ear's lobes. I tried to kiss him but he moved his head: rogered that! I finished him off for the third time by applying a combination of licking, biting and sucking each upper part in turns; he jerked himself off this time and hot ropes of cum covered his chest once again. The boynwas spent, I could tell. As promised, I went back to his feet for a last time and had my usual way with them till I exploded. The amount of jeez wasn't as abundant as A's, but enough to partially cover both his tops. I used my mouth to clean up the mess and massaged his arches a bit before I left.
A and I became very close friends. I'm finishing this story at a bar waiting for fim jo join me for a beer. He's running a little bit late. After that night we only met once for me to worship his feet ONLY, as he strongly emphasized. For some reason, he doesn't want to even talk about our first night, so I dint know what' going on in his mind. He claims to love me as a friend but I still have to figure out how to deal with my physical attraction. Maybe he found his own way to torture me psychologically the same way I tortured him physically. The difference is that he came three times. I have no idea of how our story is going to unfold. Wish me luck guys!
