Clint

In case you, reader, is familiar with my few stories, I must tell that I met Clint the same way I met most of my boys. I was outside my building grabbing a smoke when he walked by (probably looking for a way to get a quick fix) and smiled at me. The only reason why I remember his name till nowadays is because I associated it with the actor Clint Eastwood; both the name and the resemblance. 

As I said before, he walked by and smiled. I smiled back and nodded. He asked me for a smoke and if it was ok for him to sit by my side. Being the horny dog I am, I never say no to a hot guy who kindly smiles at me and gave him the cigarette.

We started charting, he asked a couple of things about me, and told me some things about himself.

He was twenty-seven, married, two kids, “in between jobs” and a drug addict; in sum, my typical kind of guy. His addiction had cost him a lot, he said; however, it had also expanded his horizons, introducing him to a world he didn’t know existed. He was referring to sex with men, or so I understood.

Clint was a short guy, more to the chubby side, friendly, brown hair, sharp blue eyes and a country men looks. I asked what he was looking for and he replied he was opened to anything. When I asked him if he had nice feet, he was categorical: “No, I don’t think so, my arches are extremely high”. My eyes popped out! Little this guy knew that, what he considered as a flaw, was what I looked for in most men: high arched feet!

I offered him a certain amount to check out those “ugly” feet of his, and he agreed. We were on my chambers in less than a minute.

Once in my apartment, I took Clint to my bedroom and asked him to lie down, fully dressed. He obliged. Undressing a man does turn me on and I started by removing his shirt. Like I said, he was a big guy, but still beautiful. I licked and sucked on his nipples for starters and he moaned in appreciation. Lifting his arms over his head, I tasted his hairy pits, taking turns on licking and smelling them. He was already reaching to his crotch while I did this. I made him suck on my fingers, one by one, while I made his belly bottom my favorite playground, and the guy went ballistic.

It was time to check out his jewels. I undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and buried my nose on his warm crotch, them licking his dick over his undies like crazy. His dick oozed and oozed, so nice to watch. I removed his pants up to his knees and worked on his still covered dick and balls for some time. “Please do not stop”, those were his words. Suddenly I went straight to his mouth, and was greeted by one of the most tender kisses a hustler has ever given me. We simply made out for what it seemed forever, I almost came on my pants during the process.

By removing his underwear, I was greeted by a fairly big, fat dick, fully erect and precumming like a dog in heat. His big balls were covered in some kind of powder, the same I tasted in his pits. That did not stop me. I brought him close to the edge many times by just playing with his dick and nutsack, something I love to do.

Notwithstanding, I still had the main course to be appreciated: his feet. I slowly unlaced his shoes, removed one by one in anticipation. Damn it! Clint was right. Not about his feet being ugly though. The boy has the most beautiful, most lickable, most suckable high arches I’ve ever seen in a man. Really! I was in owe and didn’t know what to do first: stare, smell, caress, lick, bite, nothing. I did all in a frenzy. His toes were not as perfect as I expected, but those arches made up for any flaw. One thing that I loved was when I asked him to show me his arches, make them “higher”; he would simply show me his feet sideways and curl his toes back, accentuating the depth of his arches. Priceless.

Clint became a regular for a year or so, and we had great fun every time.

Once he let me play with his ass, something he had never let a guy do before.

I believe this is one of the perks of being a foot lover: once you gain the guy’s trust, the sky is the limit.