Fiat

Fiat was a guy I met by chance at a local square. It was late at night and I decided to walk around the square for fresh air and check out possible homeless guys. This particular square is huge as it surrounds a busy metro station that serves the city’s townhouse. 

Fiat saw me walking from a distance and approached me as I passed him by. “Hey handsome”, he said. “Looking for some fun?”. No matter whether straight or gay, homeless guys tend to be very direct when they approach you since getting easy money is their priority and there’s no other way than easier than sex to make a couple of bucks.I took my time to fully check Fiat out from head to toes. He was young, in his early twenties, brown eyes, white boy, not very tall, perfect slim body, hairy legs and very high arched feet. 

He was wearing shorts, a blue T-shirt, yellow shorts and flip flops. His hair was also brown, but longer than the average hair cuts men like him appreciate these days. I asked him “ What do you have in mind?” and he replied “It depends; do we have a place to go or are we doing this here?”. I did not have a place nearby to take him and finding a motel at that hour would be a hassle. So I said “Here, but in an area where I can suck on your toes”. “Sweet, I have always wanted to have my feet played with. But what about my dick? I am dying to get off tonight”. “Your dick too, if you find a discreet spot”, I answered. “No problem, follow me”.  

Fiat took me to a part of the square where one had a kind of bleachers, though you could not be seen from the inside, we were totally exposed from the outside, but traffic and passersby were rare at that time. Fiat wasted no time; it seemed like he was one hundred percent sure we were not going to be seen or caught in that spot; so he sat on the step above me, took his shorts off, brought his left foot close to my face and said: “All yours!”. 

Make sure to touch my dick and balls while you enjoy my feet”. “Yes, sir” I thought. I must confess that being in a public area displaying acts of intimacy did not make me comfortable at all. However, it was then or never (or so I thought) and it was my time to work that hot boy’s body for what it was worth it. I brought his left foot closer to me and, for a second or two just examined it. It was flawless, perfect shaped toes with amazing high arches. As I bit his arch and toyed with his toes, Fiat moaned. 

His dick was big for a man not that tall and, as requested, I stroked it and tasted his bull balls. He was totally enjoying it. I tickled his arch and he giggled. A police car passed by and I froze, his foot still in my mouth and his prick firmly secured in a grip. No way I would have escaped jail if a picture was taken or the cops had stopped.Fiat said: “Just relax, nothing is gonna happen. Keep doing whatever it is you wanna do to my feet”. 

There is something about hearing this sentence that makes my dick leak precum like crazy. And Fiat’s long and hard cock was responding the same way. I lubed his arch with his precum and told him to lick it; the boy was still flexible enough to pull this off, but he demanded a long and deep blowjob in return. Found myself a negotiator! He sucked on his big toe too, and said that was for the upcoming balls licking.we played this game for about twenty minutes. Our positions did not allow me to go much further; I managed to squeeze his tits a couple of times through his shirt, but was unable to lick them or his armpits. 

We never kissed either and I was not relaxed enough to think about it. Suddenly Fiat’s body started spasming, his toes curled, and he shot long gists of cum over his T-shirt and my hand. Wow, the boy was really in need of release. He told me to have a last taste of his feet since he was about to leave. I did, but this time savoring his other foot too. Before leaving, he asked me if I was free the next day about the same time; he wanted to take me to play pool, have some drinks (on him!) and enjoy some time in a hotel close to the sports bar. 

He would pick me up at the parking lot and he would be driving a black Fiat 500. Well, the next day when the car stopped and the door opened, a total different man smiled at me and said: “Get in handsome!”. Fiat had showered, his black hair was combed like the guys from Grease, he was wearing pants, a long sleeve white shirt and black shoes. Very handsome. One of these days I’ll tell you what happened on our “date”, how I convinced this straight boy to let me eat his ass and how I made him cum three times that night. Spoil alert: the first was still at the bar’s restroom and just by kissing and licking his ears while stroking his cock.