Jay

It is amazing how that premise that life can be a bliss or a hell, completely bittersweet in its nature, holds. Living in a tropical country, where ninety percent of the ordinary guys wear flip flops on a daily basis, is a bliss because you can see those hot feet all around you; but it is also a hell since you cannot have most of them due to the dominant macho thinking: anything remotely close to a gay sexual activity, like foot worship, it’s socially unacceptable. 

There are a couple of situations when this Latino laws can be broken, but they are rare and difficult to accomplish. The first one is to run into a guy who is genuinely into having his feet worshipped, something that really turns him on. In my experience, this is a universal thing, even in the US those ideal men were hard to find. Most guys “went with the flow” since having their feet played with meant almost nothing. 

The second group I could single out are the curious ones, those willing to experiment on a scene they’ve never had an idea existed or fantasied about. Most of these men would come to you for regular sex. 

The third group (also universal) are the guys in need of cash, for different reasons. Those are yours for the taking; they will do anything you want as long as they get paid. No shame in admitting: those are my faves! There’s something about controlling a guy, doing whatever you please, that simply drives me nuts. And here in the tropics, they are abundant. Getting the guy may be “easy” at times; the problem is where to take him to fully appreciate his body, feet included. 

Currently, I live in huge house, all by myself I must add, a place where I can’t take anybody since I’m surrounded by relatives, nosy neighbors and surveillance cameras. Call me a slut, but getting a hot boy for 20 bucks in the US, having my way with them in my downtown apartment, was pure heaven. In spam of five years, I have no track of how many times this happened. I can assure you, it was almost on a daily basis. And, from now on, I will share with you some of these experiences, as far as my memory allows me.I will start with one of my favorites boys: Skater boy Jay.

I have a terrible habit: I’m a smoker! In order to avoid smoking in the apartment, I developed a routine of going outside for a smoke, right on the front steps of my building. And right there, on a cold winter night, it was the first time I spotted Jay. Like many other Joes in my neighborhood, he was wondering around to find a way to fulfill his drug craves, a fix. He did not notice me but I totally noticed him; he was wearing heavy winter clothes with a hat covering his surfer blond hair and skaters' sneakers; those two details caught my attention. As he obliviously passed by, I chased after him and caught up at the corner. I said “hi” and told him point blank: “I will give you twenty bucks to worship your feet, in case they are beautiful”. His reply was: “Man, if beautiful feet is what turns you on, you’ll have a blast with mine, they are perfect, just lead the way”. 

I took him to my apartment, located on the second floor of the building. He was walking in front of me and, when we reached the middle of the inner staircase, he stopped and dropped his left sneaker and sock. I was astonished by the view of his foot. He was not kidding, his foot was perfect. He just said: “take it and do whatever you want right now; the other and all the rest will be yours once we get inside”. Guys, my dick grew so hard inside my pants that I thought I was going to release a load right there and then. However, I controlled my urges and obliged; I took his naked feet in my hands and admired them for a while; size nine, grape toes perfectly aligned, a delicious high arch, tender soles and out of these world heels. All the possible verbs came to play at that moment; I sniffed, licked, sucked, touched, massaged, bit, nibbled on that perfect bare foot. He just kept saying not to stop. I believe this went on for about half an hour, me devouring his foot like there was no tomorrow, paying very close attention to his high arch that drove me particularly crazy. 

Once inside my apartment, Jay asked me if he could use the bathroom, have a shower and all. “Sure thing” I said, and patiently waited for him to finish. About fifteen minutes later, I was granted with a view that only a being from Olympus could offer me: a totally naked boy, astonishing ripped body, handsome face and perfectly toned legs attached to a pair of the most perfect pair of feet I have ever laid my eyes on. As he laid spread eagled on my bed without me asking , he said: “This body is all yours to do whatever you please, head to toes; just make sure you’ll get a huge load out of these needy nuts, and I’ll be yours any time you request. And that was true for four years in a row, at least once a week. He was 6” tall. 5 % body fat, blue eyes, blond "always changing" hair, nicely shaped uncut dick with succulent hanging bull balls, and obviously, those perfect size nine boy’s feet. 

For all those years, I simply marveled on that perfect body, 20 bucks very well spent, considering I could milk him every chance I had. Forgot to mention: he was a great kisser and making out turned him on big time. In one of our hottest hook ups, he came to my building steps and just sat there waiting for me to show. He took his shoes off and waited. I had no idea he was out there and he took a great risk since cops tend to arrest people soliciting at residences’ porches as you know. I was surprised when I went outside for a smoke and found him there. He just wiggled his perfect toes at me and asked: “Wanna play with them?” I rushed him in and, after a quick shower, once more he spread himself on my bed and said: “come here and do your thing”. 

Man, for the next three hours that’s what I did. I decided to work his body from bottom to top this time. I took his right foot on my hands and just stared at them for a while. The boy’s foot was a delight for foot lovers like myself: perfectly aligned toes, grape size, soft soles with great high arches, heels made to be devoured; and devouring both those feet was what I did for a long time, he just hanging in there and moaning from time to time. I’m not sure how much time has passed when Jay said: “Amazing, but it is time to leave those feet rest and move up; they will still be there for your later delight”. A warning to foot lovers: pay close attention to the legs. Some guys have hiper sensitive legs and playing with them drive those guys nuts. 

Jay was one of those and, licking his legs (knees and thighs especially) made the boy so horny his prick was harder than ever.  After working on Jay’s legs for as long as he wanted me, I moved to his crotch to play with one of my favorite parts of a guy’s body: his balls. I told you before that Jay had huge, succulent boy’s balls, and I went to play with them. Leaving his stiff dick alone for a while, I slurped on those bull balls for a long time: the poor thing just moaned. I made sure each ball was eaten as it deserved, my frequent licks driving him closer and closer to the edge. However, I had a long run to go, I was still half body way then. 

I couldn’t let him bust a nut right then, I still have to play with his navel, tits, flat stomach, armpits, neck and lustful mouth. And man, the kid just watched me toy with his hot body! It was interesting to see how he reacted when I swirled my tongue over his navel, a couple of minutes of this kept his dick even harder. Taking full advantage of that, I ran my tongue over the slid of his hard dick, just toying with it in an idle manner, enough to make the boy beg me to stop while pre cum showed otherwise . Obviously, I kept going. 

Leaving his nine inches hard prick for a minute, I ran to my bathroom to get hold of a Q-tip; I have always fantasized with the idea of teasing a guy’s fat cock’s slid with a Q-tip, not to hurt him or anything like that, just enough pressure and moves to make him ooze even more pre cum. And that’s exactly what happened to my boy toy Jay. The more I licked his dick head and toyed the slid with that foreigner object, the more he gulf pre cum, together with almost silent moans. Light torture, lots of pleasure I assumed. I lost track of how long this went for; it mesmerized me to see the boy’s penis rock hard all the time in my hands and mouth. 

I went down back to Jay’s feet and gave those grape shaped toes of his the tongue bath they were made to endure. Always having his toes swallowed while running my fingernails through those deep high arches, undoubtedly one of his best assets. Since I still had to toy with Jay’s upper torso, I left my tongue slide towards his golden pubics, picking one hair or two just to see the boy’s body jump. His navel was a separate treat, and licking his abs and navel rose some tickling yet endurable sensations. Though not receiving any direct “attack”, his dick never went soft. 

Time to work on his squeezable nipples then. The flesh around them was invitingly pink and, once touched or licked, they reacted as night flowers in the Mexican desert: they bloomed. If you are into nipples, you know what I mean. Jay never moved an inch or complained about having his teats worked on, a green light I couldn’t ignore. One of the best things about Jay (and many other guys like him who hustle to get a fix) is that they understand from the start that their job in my bed is to please me; luckily for them, I get off by exploring their nice bodies, especially their feet, until I please them. That may be why many of them kept coming back and that’s also why I would prefer hiring their services instead of meeting regular guys at bars and nightclubs. 

These "regular guys", just like me, have personal agendas and it would be unfair not to accommodate them. But I digress. After savoring on Jay’s tits for a while, I deep throated his mouth, enjoying his luscious lips and finally approached his high sensitive pits. I surely took my time smelling, licking, biting and lightly tickling his pits, fresh from the shower but still with the fragrance horny young boys naturally exale. He was still spread eagled in bed, so access to those almost hairless wonders was no sweat. 

Getting him to turn and lie on his stomach took a little bit of persuasion, but I had to explore his smooth back, firm bubble but, legs and helpless soles. He didn’t enjoy being fingered or fucked, but was ok with a tongue slurping on his crack and pink hole, as long as his balls and dick received some attention too. “Take your time there too”, his commanded. I knew I was going to burst my load by the time I reached his raised feet, the vision of those size nine vulnerable soles, beefy perfect toes, super high arches and soft heels waiting to be sniffed, massaged, licked and tickled was enough to do the trick. A huge orgasm almost threw me out of balance as I had one of Jay’s feet in my mouth while I ran my nails through the arch of the other foot. My warm jizz was all over the tickled one as I quickly managed to bring it under my balls. I finished him off by licking and sucking on his dick again, this time applying a fast paced handjob till ropes of boy’s cum flew into the air while those beautiful toes wiggled in pure satisfaction.

Jay did not use drugs in my apartment; this and always making him burst a load while having his feet worshipped, was our gentlemen's agreement. It may possible that the cash was no longer the main reason why he kept coming back, but I never fantasized about a "relationship" with a hustler. They were already giving me all the pleasure a foot guy can ask for.