Long Hair Matthew

Matthew was the second guy I hooked up with through the old phone line service I used back in the days. I am sure I told you guys all about this service in my story “Cock Ring Steve”, the crossed-eyed guy with amazing feet and a passion for being ass fingered. In fact, it took me a couple of weeks to listen to and respond to Matthew’s message because my credit card had expired and I had to wait for the new one to arrive so that I could update my payment method. I was delighted by the way he sounded over the phone, a melodic yet misleading voice, very pleasing. 

Matthew advertised himself as a versatile, Irish-American gay male in his thirties, blue eyes, well built, six feet tall, a hundred an sixty pounds, with a nine inches cock. He had a place in the nearby town where I would be more than welcome to come over to check him out whenever I pleased. “Hell yeah!” I thought. “Another white guy for me to milk”. I noted down his phone number and skipped to the next message. 

I was caught off guard when I heard the following: “Hey 490 (my message box number); forgot to mention that my feet are size 9 and very well cared of; I have very high arches and I believe they will be a special treat for you”. Fuck me! I dialed the guy’s number right away. I was so excited! His answering machine picked up and, two hours later, he returned my call. We arranged a meeting for later that same day and he made me promise to go easy on his sensitive feet as they were not used to any kind of attention. 

They were going to be mine for whatever I had in storage for them, as long as I saved some time to play with the rest of his body (instant hard on). He made clear that his dick was very beautiful too, with juicy big balls and his bubble butt was part of the whole package. Dirty talk has always been hot, no wonder why it is still popular these days.I believe I got to his place half an hour earlier, blame it on my anticipation. 

When the clock struck 8pm, I nervously knocked on his door; “It is opened”, he shouted in a sexy voice. I walked into a large living room, furnished in a contemporary fashion, sim lights, a stereo playing a classical song I could not recognize. “Nice touch”, I thought. A possible hot man with detectable good taste. Matthew came from the kitchen, a big smile on his face, holding two bottles of water in one hand. He firmly shook my hand with the other, and said “Welcome to my humble home, I am glad you could make it”. 

He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and green socks, no shirt though. What a tease! It took me a second or so to fully X-ray from head to toes. The man did not sell himself short. He was certainly a beautiful specimen! He has what ripped guys call a perfect six-pack: the flat stomach, the pigeon-like chest, delicious soon to be erect pink nipples. One could easily see through his tight sweatpants he was well hung, and he had no intention to hide it. 

His socked feet were still a mystery to me, but I had a feeling that, based on the silhouette, good news were on my way. “Are you thirsty?” he asked me handling me one of the bottles. I drank some while he comfortably positioned himself on the couch. “Come, sit here” he invited me in his melodic voice.He wasted no time in seducing me; without my asking, he simply placed both feet on my lap, making sure to apply some pressure to my crotch. “Ok, now you have my feet; show me what all that foot fuss is about”. 

Guys, I have already told you many of my stories before; you all know about my lust for male feet, how much I love their high arches, how passionately I conjuga-te all the verbs that apply to feet worshipping. However, at that exact moment, I totally halted! I did not know how/where to start. Fortunately, I have a very simple rule in case a situation like that present itself: go for the basics! So, I started by rubbing his socked feet, one at a time, making sure to massage his arches and press each toe slowly. I brought each foot to my face and inhaled the pleasant scent, carefully pressing his toes to my nose and sniffing them deeply. 

They smelled so fucking awesome! “That feels great”, Matthew murmured, eyes closed. You guys know I prefer feet “Al Natural”, bare, but I am no buzz killer. Matthew was truly appreciating the foot rubbing and sniffing, so I kept that going for a while. I even begun licking his socked feet, dumping them with my saliva. I brought his toes to my mouth and sucked on them hysterically, biting his big toe at times. “Holy Moses!” He groaned between his teeth. 

I could not take it any longer; time to get rid of those wet green socks and claim my prize. FUCK ME 10 TIMES OVER! No adjective I have ever used here comes close when to qualify that man’s supernatural feet! There is no way they were formed by the encounter of a human spermatozoon and an ovum. They were shaped by far superior forces, beyond male or female powers. Obviously, my cock came to full attention by just staring at rose feet, I could feel it through my pants, throbbing and oozing. I think Matthew’s dick was fully erect as well, though he never touched it while the foot action took place. 

There was plenty of time for me to enjoy his dick later; now was the time to toy with the most perfect feet I have ever seen, and I had played with many in my life. I begun on his high arches, obviously. I licked them forever, savoring that crevice for as long as I could. As I sank my teeth on them, Matthew tried to pull his feet away, but not really trying to do so; it was kind of an involuntary reaction. I bit his heels as well, they were very smooth and salty. Then, I took my time tongue bathing his tops, pale with slightly hairy toes. His toenails were almost transparent, well pedicured and fun to toy with. 

I examined each of his toes intently, slightly biting on them and further “trimming” each nail just for the sake of having those delicious toes in my mouth. As I intensified the toe sucking, a “fuck me” groan escaped Matthew’s lips. He was enjoying the foot love as much as I. This was going much better than I predicted as he never rushed me to stop worshipping his feet, something hard to do anyways. And I still wanted to devour those soles and high arches some more. But I felt like it was time to take the action to another level. I told Matthew that I needed to use the bathroom and he pointed me to the long corridor that led to his bedroom. “Ok”, I said, “meet you there”. 

Once again he gave me a big smile and rubbed one of his bare feet down my bulge as I stood up. Since I did not need to actually use the bathroom, I simply pulled him from the couch and leaned towards his mouth, giving him the longest of the kisses. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth, our tongues intertwined. I was just reciprocating. I started touching his hard body all over, caressing his breasts, tweezing his hardening tits, feeling his flat stomach, poking his navel, manhandling his rick hard penis and big balls. 

I was still fully dressed and suffering from painful blue balls. As we reached his bed, he undressed me very quickly and I removed his gray sweatpants. Matthew looked like a Greek god naked. The man was really flawless, I swear! I have had many hot guys from different ages in my life, but that man was something else! And with a plus: he loved to make out. So, that was what we did for a very long time, getting to know each other’s bodies the best we could. He even sucked on my toes to better understand how it felt being on the giving end. I enjoyed that. 

Then, out of the blue, he sat on my hard dick. I panicked! I do not enjoy anal sex, never did, never will. So many guys have asked me to fuck them while playing with their feet; many others tried to fuck me with the same offer. But I do not fuck or get fucked, period. However, Matthew was already riding my dick, unprotected. Although I tried my best to please him, my Spider senses told me to stop and so I did. “What’s the problem?”, he asked me. 

I did not want to ruin our moment, he was among the hottest guys I have ever had sex with and those feet…. I could tell he was happy with the hook up. Let’s say I told him half a truth, that I was not comfortable fucking him without a condom. He told me he was clean, that he had tested negative two weeks prior, and was trying something new on the market called “prep”. Besides, bareback sex to him was like foot loving to him. 

Mischievously, he brought one of his lovely feet to my mouth, what made my idiotic dick respond immediately. He inserted my hard prick back into his ass hole, and I rode him while sucking on his perfect toes for a few moments. But that was as far as I could go, and I suddenly stopped. At that moment I feared the action would be over, that Matthew was going to ask me to get dressed and get out. But he surprised once more. 

He leaned towards my cock and started sucking me off, at the same time moving his body to a sixty nine position. It was the first time that night I had the chance to taste his beautiful dick, and it was amazing. It was about nine inches long, with a thick, pink mushroom head, wet, wet, wet. His balls were a perfectly round, pink as well and hairless. 

In order to diminish his frustration, I licked, tongued and poked his butt hole, something I am totally comfortable doing (go figure!). He moaned and uttered the classic “oh my God, yes, yes!” porn shit.We both creamed the bed almost simultaneously, his load much bigger than mine. We laid in bed, spent, for a couple of minutes. He then moved closer, kissed me passionately once more, and we cuddled. 

Matthew asked me to spend the night, but I had work early the next morning. We got back together many times over that year, until the day he called me saying he had met someone special and they were moving together to a different state later THAT DAY! He wanted me to meet his boyfriend and also wanted to stop by my place to say goodbye. In order for that to happen, he asked me if it was ok with me for them to spend the last night at my place. “Of course”, I said, that was the least I could do for my hot friend.

His boyfriend was a handsome Afro-American guy, very friendly and open minded. Is name was Marcus and he told me Matthew was very fond of me, that was why he had suggested this last encounter. He took Matthew’s feet to his lap, removed one of his socks, and told me to work my “magic”, just the way Matthew loved it. 

I was speechless! Totally unexpectedly, he removed his own socks and placed his bare feet on top of Matthew’s, a green light for me to work on his as well. Holy crap, I would have died a happy man that day! Matthew asked me to join them in this new chapter of their lives, since I was as crazy about his feet as Marcus was about his ass. We were going to make the perfect trio. We had a steamy threesome that night, Marcus fucking the hell out of Matthew’s ass while I enjoyed both their feet. Never saw either of them again, but hope they are still together.