Messi

One of these days I will have you totally naked in bed and I will worship those gorgeous feet of yours until you come all over the place”; that was one of the things I remember telling Messi the first time we met at the park where he used to hang out with his friends to drink and smoke pot. Although my drugs are beer, cigarettes and men’s beautiful feet, I had no problem being surrounded by hot, young pot heads since the park would surely provide at least two of my addictions: cold beer and nice guys’ feet.

The reason why I was certain Messi would eventually be mine lies in that his group of friends, made up by six other jocks, was just like him: horny boys in their early twenties that would do anything for some extra cash or simply to have their dicks sucked. From that specific group, four of them had already visited my lair; one was still a work in progress; the last one, though cute, had ugly feet for my standards.

Messi always a challenge. He was a “reluctant to seduction” kind of straight boy, but so were the other four. “Fuck this shit man!”, he would always say after each and every attempt I made to worship his feet. “Let’s just have a beer and forget about this nonsense”, he would politely add. Obviously, I was the source of his free beer and he did not want to neither spook me nor be rude. I did not know his real name and he was clearly nicknamed after the Argentinian soccer player as the resemblance was uncanny. He was a short dude, well built, with nice short brown hair. He did not have Messi’s eyes, but he was as handsome as the original. His feet were much nicer though.
The other boys teased him all the time because his nipples were always hard, something one could easily confirm by just checking the silhouette through his tight shirt. I personally thought it was hot. “If you consider this hard, you should check my dick”, Messi would regularly yell in his defense. As I found out later, the group was a hundred percent right!

Messi had blown me off for many months, usually changing the subject in his “polite” manner. Then, a very unpleasant situation shook my world one Saturday afternoon. I was jogging at the same park we used to meet at night and stopped at one of the street vendors to get a bottle of water. Messi was still there, still stoned from the night before. As I picked up my old flip phone the check a message, he came towards me very altered, accusing me of taking pictures of him without his consent. He was positive I was taking pics of his feet and demanding me to show him my phone. I was really embarrassed because there were many strangers around us and, though his accusations were totally false, I was not going to meet his demand. We are referring to a pre-smart phone time, when cell phone memories were very limited and storage of pics would take too much space. I asked the vendor to check my phone, scroll up and down my picture files in search of pix of the boy or his feet; nothing. The vendor asked Messi to stop screaming, that my phone was clean like I said, and that he was disturbing the customers. The boy’s wrath finally subdued and kind of apologized.

Messi told me he did not know what had gotten into him; he blamed it on my constant foot talk. Well, guilty! I realized that the best course of action at the moment was to go with the flow, accept his “kind of” apology and clear the atmosphere. From that day on, I started to ignore him every time out path’s crossed. The guy was clearly unstable and that was a self protective decision that, somehow, paid off. A couple of weeks later, a friend of mine invited me to play pool at a bar near the park. I was the first one to arrive; I ordered a beer and waited for my friend to show. Fifteen minutes, my friend texted me saying he was not going to make it. I told him I would take a rain check and that I was going to leave after finishing my beer. That was when I noticed Messi staring at me from across the room. He smiled and waved at me. “Crap!”, I thought. The last thing I needed that night as another fit from the boy. I tried to avoid his eye contact to no avail. He walked towards me and simply asked: “Wanna play?” I am not good at playing pool, or any other game for that matter. I only accepted my friend’s invite that night in hopes we would hook up as we’d done so many times before under the alcohol influence.

I believe I should tell you a little bit about my friend’s background; his name is Nano, he is forty nine years old, short blond hair, green eyes, and the most perfect teeth money can buy. He is very friendly, father of two, but bi-curious. Every time we get drunk together, he ends up naked in my (or his) bed. He’s very kinky and a great kisser. As the rest of his fit body, his feet are to die for and he loves having them toyed with; this is one of the reasons why he enjoys our playtime so much, a perfect partner. Nano begs me to sniff and lick his high arches and soles, suck on his toes individually, run my tongue between them and lightly tickle his heels. I would play with his feet for hours, one by one at first and then with both of them at the same time. He would playfully stroke his hard dick in the meantime, but not hard enough to make himself come; that was also part of my job description. When in the mood, Nano would allow me to go a little bit further: I would tie him up with our belts and devour his naked body from head to toes. He usually passes out when I do that and I always milk him in his sleep; so fucking hot! Either fully awake or passed out, the outcome of playing with Nano was always the same: I have always gotten what I wanted and both of us would explode gigantic loads of male gizz.

Back to Messi: there I was at the bar, frustrated and handling a “time bomb”. But this time Messi bought us beer and we started shooting pool. Surprisingly, it ended up being kind of fun. As the game progressed, I found out Messi’s skills were as bad as mine, or even worse. Neither of us had any idea of what we were doing; the balls were all over the place, we were sinking balls in pockets without following any rule. We just laughed and laughed, drank more beers and made fun of our mutual lack of talent. I believe not so embarrassing fun moment went on for a while and suddenly Messi’s words got me off guard: “Let’s raise the stakes a little bit; each of us has three attempts to pocket any ball in a row. Whoever sinks three balls first, wins the game”. “What’s the catch?”, I innocently asked. “Well, the winner takes it all; if you win, you can take me home and I will be yours; you can finally have your way with my feet and any other part of my body if you know what I mean”. Wow! The boy meant business. “I will do whatever pleases you, no complaints”. “And if I lose?”, I was curious. “If I win, I’ll have the same prerogative; just remember your feet are not among my main areas of interest. I will fuck you hard, no complaints either. Are you game?”, he asked me with a smirk on his beautiful face. Guys, my heart raced, stopped, then resumed racing. What a fucker! He wanted to fuck my virgin ass, my precious virgin ass! Though I had always dreamed of worshipping Messi’s feet and enjoying his boy’s body, the price was too high. But the opportunity had presented itself, you know how these things work. Among many other things in life, I am not into gambling; however, skills considered, this was a fifty-fifty chance kind of situation; we both sucked at playing pool, or so it seemed. What if Messi was bluffing all this time? I just left without ever looking back.

A couple of months went by without me hearing about or seeing Messi. Though that was a relief, I wondered what had happened to him since our last encounter. One night I run out of cigarettes once more and went to the local gas station to buy a packet. Messi was there ordering some beers and he greeted me in a friendly manner. However, this time he was very incisive when he addressed me: “I am taking these beers to your place; we are going to get drunk first, then have an overdue sex. If feet is what gets you off, mine are yours. I know you do not like anal sex, the boys from the park have told me. Sorry for pushing you with the bet. But you will have to get me off somehow. I have to spend the night at your place and I promise to let you have your way with me, as long as you make me cum. Are you ok with that?” “Fuck yes, sir!”, that’s what I was able to mutter. Until then, Messi had been many things to me, but never a man of his word. Until then. The moment we’ve got to my place, he opened the first of the many beers he had previously bought. We drank them and talked about silly things. I believe he was trying to break the ice and I went along with it. All that time Messi was fully dressed, just “hanging out”as he put it. “Screw this”, he said. He put his left leg on my lap and told me: “Go for it”. I wasted no time baring his foot, it was about time to have his bare foot under my control. The urge was to have his bare foot on my mouth as soon as possible, something I had longed forever. Messi was surprisingly relaxed; the moment I brought his toes into my mouth, the boy’s body trembled; it was just like those toes had received a high voltage electric shock. “Dam it! That’s why I have always avoided you, fucker!” He was able to say while I swallowed his toes. “I know how sensitive my feet are and what such a pervert like you would do to them!”. “Dam right boy”, I replied.

I decided to explore that impression of his to its fullest. In order to reach my goals, I applied to Messi the same techniques that have always driven Nano crazy. I sucked on his toes individually for a long time, all the while tickling his high arch with two of my fingers. Somehow, the tickling worked its magic, being even more effective than the toe sucking itself. I was in heaven! I believe I had told you Messi was a short guy who strongly resembled the famous soccer player. He had nice legs too, that I can vouch for since they were mine for the take as well. Nonetheless, I was curious to check his dick, balls, and torso. It was the first time I was going to see him fully naked. I told him to remove his t-shirt, underwear and shorts. I wasn’t disappointed. His flat stomach, forever hard nipples, gorgeous dick head and amazing pink balls made my already busy mouth water further and my dick stiff since he did all that with his left foot still in my mouth. I reached to his tits and gave his nipples a nice squeeze; he left out a discreet moan; this was going to be fun! Messi was totally ok with me toying with his feet and feeling his whole body; speaking of changes of heart! 
The boy’s feet were exquisite, I mus add. His arches were average, not as high as I usually prefer them; however, his toes were to die for, as perfect as male toes can be. That was enough to reestablish the beauty balance. His pale, vulnerable soles, were the perfect playground for any male foot lover and, for reasons still unbeknownst to me, he was willingly offering them to be worshipped by the same person he once sworn never allow to touch them. Bear in mind that we are talking about the same guy I had repeatedly and unsuccessfully tried to have sex with in the past; not to mention the park scandal (a big turn off) and the pool game (a Russian roulette!). And here we are, just a couple of months later, like nothing of the sort had happened. More and more I tend to agree with the idea that there are certain situations in life when we have to act first and ask questions later. And this was most definitely one of those situations!

Back to the task at hand. Messi’s heels were delicious! My tongue went up and down his soles, the heels teasing getting wonderful reactions out of him. And we were just starting our foreplay. Without even removing his other shoe and sock, I freed his left foot from my mouth, I went back to testing his nipples. Guys, they were so freakishly hard! The boys from the park must have lusted for those little pieces of rock all along. As I abandoned Messi’s foot and concentrated my attention to his nipples, once more the boy moaned. However, differently from the almost inaudible moan he gave me when I just squeezed them, this time my sucking made him moan like a bitch in heat, his eyes rolling and his penis pulsating in spasms of sheer pleasure. The power one feels when playing a hot boy’s body like a musical instrument is intoxicating. While devouring his hard nipples one at a time, I used my middle finger to probe his inner hole, just to see how far he would allow me to go. No protest whatsoever!

In order to continue my exploration, I positioned myself on top of him and kept twisting his nipples while licking his torso all the way to his groins. Messi’s navel was a soft spot too and, based on his reactions, I believe he was not accustomed to having it sexually stimulated. Jackpot! His flat stomach was a playing area by itself and I started licking it all over for the boy’s delight. His pulsating dick was fully up, with drops of precum leaking from the slit. I run my thumb around the head to collect the boy’s nectar and serve it back to him. He sucked my thumb like a pacifier the first time I did that, his first “active” move since I stripped him naked. Skipping his hard prick, I went to work on his nice balls. They were so beautiful! Not quite bull sized as I enjoy them, but big enough to be handled individually. I could swear his ball sack smelled like jasmine. For some unknown reasons to me (but I am sure Science can explain), the intensity one experiences when having the balls sucked or just played with, varies from guy to guy. On a scale from zero to ten, Messi’s reaction was a positive nine point five. As far as I could tell, the boy’s whole body was an empty canvas ready to be colored. Luckily, I was his Picasso! Each and every stimulus resulted in a throbbing dick reaction, just amazing.

There is (or was) a guy online who runs (used to run) a neat website. His name is Daddy Mugs. Among all the sexual deviancies we shared, I single out two: his passion for boy’s feet and his preference for pink balls. Do not get me wrong: I have played with men from all races all my life: love them all; but there’s something about pink balls (an gingers for that matter) that drives me nuts. Guys with pink balls are fun to play with and Messi’s jasmine scent gave his a special flavor. And I tasted that flavor for a long time without giving in to his pleads to let him cum. Before working on his delicious hard dick, I went back to his also ever hard nipples, sucked on them some more and, since I was working on his upper area, I tasted his almost hairless armpits. The jasmine scent filled my nostrils once more; I buried my nose on his crevice deeper and deeper. I run my tongue around them and the taste was formidable was well. Guys, this man was perfect! A piece of advice: always trust your instincts!

I licked and bit his ear lobes, once more, something Messi did not expect. Man, what kind of sex (if any!) has this boy ever had? I could just wonder (and enjoy). The ear action made him silently moan again, this time biting his lips as I went. That was my clue to try something even more daring: deep kiss him! I did not want to spook the boy at this point but, since he had been so receptive, why not trying? Without any previous warning, I gently licked his nose and inserted my hot tongue inside his half opened mouth. It took Messi less than ten seconds to respond to my kiss; our tongues met and we spent a long time just enjoying the moment; I have definitely opened a Pandora’s box! While kissing him, I took turns twisting hi sensitive nipples and caressing the tip of his hard cock. Super louder moans this time. It was clear Messi was getting very close to a climax, his cock swirling in ecstasy and his toes curling. I deep throated his dick and, in a matter of seconds, he released the first jets of boy’s juice, reaching as far as his fine brown hair. I grabbed his still hard dick, squeezed the tip with my point finger, and brought one of his foot close to his balls so that I could tickle his high arch. The poor gay cried in agony. I went back to sucking on his toes and licking his feet all over; just staring at his perfect toes while caressing his nice arch was enough to make me explode as well.

Technically speaking, the boy had never broken a sweat. I did all the dirty work myself while he just laid there in bed. Notwithstanding, he was spent. I allowed him to rest for a while, though I was not done with him yet. It seems we go through life ignoring some well known lessons. That day I had the confirmation that, as long as hook ups are concerned, one should never let an opportunity go by. Messi was a clear example of this principle. The boy had have always been moody, playing hard to get as often as possible. Most likely, he was bipolar. Yet, he came to me that day, surrendered himself, body and soul, like few men had ever done. I know I told you before that there are times when we have to act first and ask questions later. However, Messi’s behavior this time was really bothering me; I had more questions than actions to go with. Since all my judgment skills were already clouded by lust, I simply decided to keep going. Overall, that was the night I had to get all I could from our encounter. Selfish? Sure! So far, I had fully explored the front part of his body and now it was time to do the same to his back. I wanted to see once more ho far I could push him, and it seemed the odds were in my favor.

Messi’s skin was very pale and soft. I licked his back from his neck to his butt crack, savoring every inch of his jasmine scented self. Like most guys in their twenties, Messi had a delicious bubble butt, firm and rounded. I massaged his cheeks, smelled and licked his fine crack. Just like before, he never flinched.  So, I went on tasting him, this time exploring his pink hole. I run my tongue around it, inserting it further down. How can a man who had repeatedly antagonized me for months now be utterly submissive to all my fierce desires? Guys, that question roamed over and over my mind. Right now I had his legs voluntarily spread and I wasted no time tongue bathing his thighs and the back of his knees just to check his responses. Once again, I hit a virgin territory. I reached to his dick still in that position to find out it was fully erected. For some time I worked on the triad: dick, balls and hole; he slightly raised his ass up.

My own dick was damn hard again, leaking lots of precum, so I started rubbing it between his cheeks. Somehow, my next move came naturally: I inserted my hard prick inside his pink hole, no protection whatsoever. I do not even like fucking as you know, but this time it felt so right and so fucking good! I brought his right foot as close to my face as possible so that I could massage his sole and toy with his toes; I remember I had a similar experience with a guy in Los Angeles once and it did the trick. The moment I sucked Messi’s big toe, I started pounding his ass as hard as I could. I believe the boy was experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure for the first time; I can swear I saw a tear or two rolling down his handsome face. He was twitching his own nipples as we went. I fucked Messi for over twenty minutes, trying my best not to cum inside the boy. I pulled my dick out as soon as I felt I was close and came all over his stomach and dick. “Get me off again”, I heard him speaking for the first time; “Play with my feet again while I jerk off”. He turned to face me, grabbed his stone like dick, and started stroking it very gently. I took both his feet with my hands and slurped all his toes, tickled his arches, bit on his heels. I believe my very first words to him at the park got stuck in his head since he made his feet totally available to me and granted me with an even bigger load this time, almost reaching the ceiling.

I am not a big fan of cuddling after sex either. However, that night I felt the urge to burry my face into Messi’s chest, maybe to enjoy being close to those never soft nipples of his. He fell asleep before me and I took advantage of his body for some time, something I consider fucking hot. Nothing invasive, just lots of touching, licking and sucking. Sleeping beauty got hard from time to time, but I never forced another load out of his dick. I, on the other hand, was able to come one last time that night, just by enjoying his helpless feet. Messi woke up early the next morning. He woke me up with a kiss in my mouth and asked me if could shower and have some coffee. Before leaving, he simply said: “It was fun, thanks. I should have let you have my naked body in bed as you said you would sooner; I did not know what I was missing out till last night”. He went MIA again for a couple of weeks until one of his friends from the park told me he had OD’d the day before. RIP!