Married John

People think that a guy who wears a wedding band, have kids, or holds a social status as a married man is as straight as an arrow, totally immune to the temptations of the gay world. Well, humanity has proven itself wrong from time to time, especially when it comes to sexuality or sexual preferences. Married John is a living proof of that. After Matthew left town (please read my Long Hair Matthew story), I once more relied on the phone service in search of my next hook up. John left me a very direct message in my mailbox: “Hi, I’m John. I’m fifty years old, married to a woman for over twenty five; I have two kids and I am looking for hot hook ups with other married or single guys. We must meet at your place since I am on the down low. All yours for the take”. Well, I must confess that the “all yours for the take” surely caught my attention since I just love having a guy’s body available for my insatiable pleasure. 

Pause here for a personal note: I do try my best not to be judgmental, but I simply do not understand why gay men in the closet bring women to their lives, father their children and live either a double life or abandon their families after some years to “fulfill” their urges. Not fair! I am a fifty years old gay closeted man and I never did that! People know or suspect I am gay due to the lack of relationships throughout the years, but I am ok with that; at least I have not ruined innocent people’s lives just to protect myself from becoming a social pariah because of something I have absolutely no control over.

That said, back to Married John. I left him a message with my number and he contacted me short after. Though mandatory by the phone line, he did not give me a full description of himself, just the fact he was fifty and very tall. Good enough for me. So, when he showed up at my place, I was pleased with the man in front of me: though balding, he was still a handsome fellow; he was really tall, over 6 ft., a lean body and huge feet (not advertised). He was very shy at first, but, as soon as things got going, he finally relaxed and ended up being a real pleasant guy. 

John told me he had married his high school sweetheart without having a chance to explore the world in its fullest. Also, he knew since he was a kid he liked boys more than girls but social conventions had forced him to follow what he called as “the standard path”, so he did what society “expected” from any virile man. As stated before, I think this is shit. As a gay person, one has no right to drag innocent lives into one’s mess just for the sake of self preservation. Bringing offsprings to the picture? Even worse! But John was not the first and certainly not the last to choose this path and I have no right to judge those who did the same.

The truth is that all these ethical considerations meant nothing at that moment. Married or single, I had this nice looking tall man at my disposal and I was going to do to his body things no woman had ever done (he as a foot virgin as I found out later). I thought peculiar when John told me he would be more comfortable playing on the floor since he wouldn’t fit in my full size bed. He continued saying that his feet always ended up hanging outside; I assured him that wouldn’t be a problem with me, for reasons he would soon find out. 

It amazes me, still nowadays, the number of hot guys who had never had a chance to experience the pleasure of having their feet worshipped. For Married John, those days were soon to be over.I got a blanket from the closet, spread it out in the living room floor and told MJ to get comfortable. Still fully dressed, he obliged. Somehow I had this feeling he was not going to take action first, so I got closer to him and gave him a long kiss. Good, he responded to the kiss very well, reaching to his his cock and massaging it through his pants. I got on top of him, kissed him some more, and started touching him all over, my devious hands looking for soft spots to be explored later. 

MJ had a strong body, and he remained still just appreciating my never ending touching; my plan was to undress this man slowly, teasing his naked skin as I went. I worked fine.The moment I removed his preppy shirt, his shy nipples popped up. I run my tongue around them first, and then squeezed the hard little rocks until he moaned. Very promising! John was mine right then: whatever happened after that moment, was a consequence of the delicious nipple playing. 

While visiting that area, I tasted his perfumed armpits, another first for the horny married man, or so it seemed by his words: “What the heck are you doing to me?”. My answer came in the form of firmly licking him further down, his flat stomach, his navel. Feeling the bulge through his pants, I replaced his hand with mine and massaged his hard dick without taking it out. John’s body shivered at times, his nipples still hard. It was amazing to see haw those simple actions were giving poor MJ real goosebumps. I was so going to enjoy toying with this man! I paused his upper torso tongue bath and went back to kissing his mouth.

He was in fact a good kisser, very passionate. After so many years of marriage, things between him and his wife were not going that well in terms of intimacy. But that was not the reason why he sought other men’s company. He was a classic closet case who got married to avoid the hassles of being openly gay in a small Southern town. Understandable. He had few opportunities to experience gay sex even on the down low, therefore every chance counted. Little he knew he was signing his “death sentence” by hooking up with me (in the good sense of the expression, of course!). 

I listened to him very patiently, but my hands never stopped caressing his chest, squeezing his nipples and poking his navel and sides. One could tell that MJ was in his happy place. While smelling and licking his now totally exposed pits, I inserted my hand inside his pants, teased his dick tip with one finger, and brought some of his of his precum straight to his lips so that he could savor it. He had never tasted his own cum before, or any cum for that matter; hot! 

Having his earlobe lightly bitten was also a first for MJ. This made me wonder if (maybe) I am the one who enjoys foreplay more than all the man he had been with (not so many as I was told). I gently undid John’s belt, unzipped his khaki pants, and slid them down close to his ankles. I did not remove his underwear at that point though, I was going to attack his feet first. As I told you before, I am not into shoe or socks worship, I enjoy bare feet, period. But, if you are into Oxford shoes, John’s would be yours for the taking. 

They were black, brand new, and shining. I unlaced his shoes, as I usually do, put them aside and begun sniffing his socked feet. “Oh my gosh!”, John uttered. For scientific purposes, I ran my fingers up and down his soles. He giggled, good, ticklish feet. He giggled some more. I did not waste time playing with his socked feet. I removed his brown socks with my teeth (always a theatrical move!) and gave his slander feet a long tongue bath, heels to toes. John had very smooth feet, long meaty toes, well pedicures. 

They smelled great too. His arches were medium high, but beautiful enough to deserve my attention. I just went for my regular M.O, get the arches first.I ran my tongue all over his soles, what made him giggle even more. Concentrating on his arches, I used two fingers to massage his toes in order to create a simultaneous tickling and relaxing reaction. He went for it, as it drove the poor guy nuts.

Sucking on his toes showed to be a whole distinct form of pleasure: his moans were the uncontested confirmation one does not need to be an expert on flexology; my experience tells me that, as long as you play with a guy’s feet passionately, his dick will respond as a sign of appreciation. With Married John it was no different. After fully removing his pants and giving John’s crotch area the deserved and longed attention, the whole foreplay had made the poor thing to wet his underwear with precum. Delicious!! 

John was really well endowed , his penis was absolutely divine, perfectly shaped mushroom head, long though not very thick. His balls were average sized, pink and also perfumed. The whole package was nice and very suckable. As soon as my mouth engulfed his jewels, John released a huge load. I had a feeling that day was one of the best days in John’s life, what somehow is confirmed next.

Married John sent me an email a couple of years ago, very sweet:

So good to hear from you  -   it sure has been a long time.  I came across your email and just thought I would take a shot to see if you still had the same email address  -   so glad you did.
Yes, we had some good times at your apt -  you  really know what to do with some feet and toes  . . . mmmmm      I wish we could  play again.... You are such a nice guy, always had a fun time with you . . .   Hope all is going well with you. Keep in touch. John