Homeless John

Once upon a time I lived in a very small town in the Southern US. Life was good but sex kind of sucked. Most Southern men, at least back then, usually played hard to get for reasons I still don’t understand.

There was a bar though, where every Tuesday a “Jazz Night” would take place, a regular bar where almost anything went. That was my fave place to hang out. Since I had to drive to the bar most of the times, that Tuesday seemed like any ordinary one. But how wrong was I!

I spent a couple of hours there listening to different bands playing and hanging out with friends. As soon as I reached the parking lot to get my car and drive back home, a man approached me from the back and asked for help. Despite the frozen weather chills, I did not recognize signs of any serious distress.

However, Homeless John insisted on talking to me; he said he was homeless, totally against his will, that he was freezing and willing to do whatever it took to get him out of that situation. In an empty place like that, such vulnerable a person seeking for help seemed like an opportunity I could not pass on. I know, bad me!

I offered him a place where he could spend the night. Homeless John agreed, got into my car and I drove him home. The first thing he asked me as soon as we got to my place was if he could have a shower. As a homeless person, that totally made sense. It took him forever to finish his shower, but I patiently waited.

He left the bathroom with the towel around his waist, barechested and barefoot. He did not know anything about my foot fetish then; in fact, I’m not sure he realized the reason why I brought him home, though it seems very unlikely for any forty yo man. HJ was an attractive redneck. He was about 5’10, with a still handsome face, green eyes, very fit, hairy chest and legs and, lucky me, a nice pair of size nine high arched feet. He noticed me staring at them but said nothing, just gave me friendly smile.

I had a huge office table and a chair beside my bed. HJ asked me to use my laptop so he could check his email. He sat on the chair as I turned the computer on. I could swear he discreetly sniffed my pits as I learned over him to type up my password; not sure. I laid on the bed and turned the tv on as he worked.

At some point, he turned the chair to his side and popped up both his bare feet at the end of the bed and distractedly wiggled his toes; he knew I was watching the show, though he never turned to face me. That went on for a couple of minutes till he finally broke the silence and said: “What are you waiting for? I know you want to taste my “dogs”!”. In no time, I positioned myself right in front of his feet, hold them both together so I could appreciate the beauty of his toes and tops; delightful! I toyed with his toes first, separating one by one so I could sniff and lick the spaces between them.

Based on his reaction, I could tell he was a little bit ticklish but he took it like a man. Suddenly his tower “fell” on the floor and I admired as he started playing with his already erect piece of meat. Nice cock too, medium size but thick, his mushroom head inviting me to tongue tease it, very well shaped balls covered by his brown bush. As I intensified the attention to his feet, this time licking his soles from toes to heels, lightly biting his arches and tickling the balls of his right foot, the strokes to his hard member became more frantic but I did not want him to cum so soon.

I told fim to jump into bed and spread his legs and arms. He looked intently at me, following all my moves. I gave both his feet another go and moved up to his ankles, my tongue tracing the trail from them to his calves and from there to his crotch. I felt the poor man’s body shake due to the tickling sensations (though I was not really tickling him). I spent a decent amount of time investigating his balls, the crevices in between his open legs, sniffing and probing his bush. His long dick erupted pre cum on my fingers and I used it to “polish” his dick head; HJ jumped in his skin.

I sucked on his nipples for a while and placed two clothespins, one in each tit, what forced a painful “good God” grunt out of him. I sat on his stomach and pressed my hard dick over his chest, oiling that hairy area with my own pre cum; following the felines’ example, I had to mark my “territory”. I gave HJ a deep kiss in his mouth and sniffed, licked and tickled the heck out of those manly armpits.

“Shit boy, what are you doing to my immaculate body? Me: “Oh, sorry sir, would you like me to stop?” “Fuckin yeah, I mean, NO! I don’t know, this foot play thing is all new to me and I most certainly had never had my tits crumpled like a horny bitch. “You’ll get used to it my Ricardo Montalban”, hoping he understood the analogy. I kneeled between his spread legs, thew the left one over my left shoulder and grabbed the nice pole. Hard and warm, I started giving a nice handjob with my right hand while my left teased the soles of his exposed foot. His ass crack was vulnerable as well, so I inserted a finger or two there after briefly tongue fucking it.

Vesuvius was at the blink of eruption and, when the moment finally arrived, he cried like a school girl in her fist orgasm. Hot thick Caucasian man’s sperm splashed all over the room. HJ apologized for the mess since the last time he had such intense an orgasm he was still a horny teen. Before going to the bathroom to clean up again, HJ asked me if I could fix anything for him to eat. I offered him a slice of lasagna and a bowl of green salad, which he devoured in seconds. He finished his glass of orange juice and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

As the apartment was fully carpeted, he continued to walk around in his naked frame. He jumped back into the couch where I was sitting and popped both his feet on my lap, no ceremony. He then started telling me things about his sad life story, and how he was the only one to be blamed for his misfortunes. He once was formerly married to a puritan girl from his neighborhood. She was as a High School senior and he a drop out. They managed to live together for about five year or so-and had twins. As he started struggling to keep a job, the drinking problem took over and he became an alcoholic in a matter of months.  

His wife and kids tried their best to control his addiction but no AA meetings nor clinics or counseling seemed to make any effect. So, one day, she grabbed the twins, drove the Virginia and he had never seen his family again. Besides, he was stuck with an alimony he could barely afford. Those were the unfortunate circunstancies he was facing in his life then. HJ has recently being kicked out from a home trailer he was sharing with his latest girlfriend and was wondering the streets for food, sheeter and eventual manual jobs.

I tried to be positive for him, saying he lived in a country of opportunities and that, if he really tried to clean himself up and seriously apply for jobs, his fortune could turn. He said that it had already started, that he had met me, a guy who was nice to him, brought him home even as a total stranger, bathed and fed him with no questions asked. And better than that, a hot guy who had treated him like the man he was, a man with sexual needs suppressed for years. A nice dude who did enjoy his ragged body, arousing in him sensations he had never experienced with no other human being before.

As a straight guy, he was not ashamed for all the things we did in bed as it was reciprocal. HJ gave a long hug and kissed me like we were long lasting lovers. After more steamy sex, a good meal and a therapeutic chat, I believed we were ready go to bed to recover our energy.

But HJ had a last card under his sleeve and threw it at me. He started by saying he had an stupid request an that I would be the perfect person to make it happen. That comment did send shivers up and down my spine. What bestiality would I have to endure? HJ asked me: “Do you have a video camera?” (Remember, I’m from the pre internet time, smart phones did not exist then). “Yes, I do. A simple one. Why”. “Well, I’m a very deep sleeper. Once I pass out in bed, no earthquake has the power to wake me up. My fantasy is to be spread eagled in bed, my body totally exposed and defenseless. A fiend top (he winked at me) would take total advantage of my limp body, turning me up and down, side to side, probing all my orifices, until I unload my giz as high as possible”.

“I want that on video “”, he continued, “to see if I can get the same reactions while awake, by just watching it. You are the right guy to make it happen, I trust you”. I wondered where a homeless person would watch a home made video for sexual release, but I did not want to spoil the fun. I set up the camera and went to “work”. It took HJ less than five minutes to deeply pass out as he said, and I recorded myself in total control of his body for almost one hour, just as requested. 

The title of HJ’s home movie was Somerhing like “While I was sleeping: toyed with, probed, foot raped and miked; the story of an unexpected encounter”. Another story to be told. Soon!