Michael

It was a late summer night many years ago. The weather was particularly humid for that time of the year and my apartment had been flooded due to my upstairs neighbors’ AC malfunction. The problem forced me to operate my own AC during short intervals and turning the AC on and off was getting on my nerves. To make matters worse, I realized I had run out of cold beverages and I was kind of hungry too. There was a 7/11 two blocks from my place, so I decided to make a quick run to get some snacks and soda. Although two parallel streets separated my place to the store, there was a small alley in between them, and that was the spot where I noticed Michael sat on the floor, barefoot. Handsome, in jeans and barefoot, that was what I saw at first. But he was also bleeding, something I only noticed as I got closer. My first instinct was to check him out, making sure he was ok. I asked him what had happened but the guy could barely speak. However, I insisted. “Are you ok man?”, I asked. “Are you hurt? Where’s this blood coming from?” Nothing. “Ok, I am calling 911”. Michael raised his head and said that calling 911 was not necessary, that he had some superficial cuts on his feet, he just needed some help to get up and out of the alley. There was a considered amount of dry blood around his feet, and I asked him if there was anyone I could call instead, or even a cab. He replied that there was no one to contact, that he lived on a different county and that the only thing I could do to help him was to get him out of that place. He told me he was no sicko, that I could keep his wallet and watch as insurance, that he just needed my help. Although all my spider senses told me (once more) to run away, my lust told me the opposite; so, I helped Michael up, picked up his shoes, and guided his sorry ass all the way to my apartment, one block away from my original intended target. Once inside the building, Michael could barely walk; his feet, though not bleeding, hurt from the cuts, according to his account. I told him we were a few steps from my apartment and that I would take good care of them once inside. I massaged his very high arches as a sign of reassurance, and he complied. Thirteen steps later, I unlocked my apartment door and took Michael straight to my bedroom. The poor thing simply collapsed and, once again, I had to take matters into my own hands. Shit, the man was so handsome and looked so vulnerable spread eagled in my bed, I had to restrain myself from ripping all his clothes off right away and have my way with him just then; however, I had to check his body out and make sure he was not bleeding any further. Instinctively, I knew that a shower was out of the question when you have a passed out body in front of you, so I filled the tub up halfway, sprinkled some soap in the water, and went to work on his out of a limb body. I removed his shirt first and was greeted by a pair of very nice nipples and the sweatiest armpits I’ve ever seen. Promising! I unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans; it was clear the man was well endowed and, as I removed his underwear, a huge cock with pink bull balls popped up. I woke Michael up and led him to the tub. As the kid soaked in, he asked for my help to clean him up. I did not touch his upper body or his crotch area; I was fascinated by his gorgeous feet, and concentrated on massaging them, his toes, heels, arches and tops. His feet were not bleeding anymore, so I assumed it was safe to take him back to bed as soon as he was done. I dried his upper body the best I could and helped him up. I had a bottle of body lotion in the bathroom, so I grabbed it before taking him back to bed. It took Michael a couple of seconds to get comfortable and pass out once more. Besides being really tired, he was clearly under the influence of something, what made me alert about the possibility of having to watch over him all night in case of a craving or any other severe withdrawal symptom. For now, the best I could do was to take advantage of his awesome body, especially those high arched feet. I had used a second towel to dry his upper body up as he had the original one I gave wrapped around his waist. I slowly removed that one so I could have a complete view of his naked body. I wanted to put that big flaccid cock on my mouth so badly that I neglected those feet for a while. Michael’s dick was so big and beautiful, his balls so inviting. I can not deny it felt great to take his big dick in my hands and just admire it for minute or two; I smelled his clean shaft for a while, as my right hand stroke his pole at the same time. Michael did not move but his penis grew larger and larger, responding to the attention given. My tongue attacked his slit and precum started flowing. I believe I did that for good twenty minutes, just enjoying the boy’s reactions. Teasing his balls added an extra edge, so I simply kept going. I was determined to extract a big load out of him, even in that passed out situation. Michael did not disappointed me; the moment I started sucking on his dick while teasing his balls, he delivered a huge load in my mouth; it was amazing to watch his toes curling in the meantime. I kept playing with Michael’s still hard cock for a while, just because I could. It is incredibly what the power over somebody’s body can incite on you, and that night I just let all my fiend urges get the best of me.I decided to let Michael rest for a while (he was going nowhere) and went to the kitchen to have a snack and a drink (whatever I could find since I hade never made to 7/11!). After some minutes, I went back to my bedroom to find the man in the same position, still sound asleep. Time to lotion those feet. I sat on the edge of the bed and brought both his feet to my lap; the view of his tops was exquisite: perfect aligned toes leading to perfect high arches, all mine for whatever my devious mind wanted to do with them. What a thrill! Before lotioning them as planned, I had to have a good taste of them; so, I grabbed his right foot first, brought it close to my nose, and had a deep whiff of his top and bottom. I let my tongue slide between his perfect toes, licked his top and ran my fingers all over his arch. I believe I heard a “oh” coming from Michael’s lips, but that could had been sheer imagination. Whatever the case, I spent a long time assaulting his feet; whatever verb one can apply to a worshipping situation, I used it to adore that boy’s feet, nonstop. Michael’s legs were a treat on their own. So well toned, thick thighs and hairy. And most important of all: available to be played with! Licking those legs from top to bottom, while tickling his arches, was enough to make me shoot a load. Well, when it comes to load shooting, the passed out boy and I were even; however, I was the one in position to milk him, so, why not? I kneeled on top of Michael’s body, I admired his handsome face for a while and kissed him deeply just to check his reactions; still dead! I spread his arms up and started licking his pits; man, what a delight! His armpits were somehow hairy and smelled great, not because of the bath I assumed. Touching his nipples caused his dick to throb though: good! With his hardening dick on my hand once more, I enjoyed his already hard tits for a long time, tucking on his belly button all the time; I was amazed to watch his sleeping reactions and astonished to see ropes of cum flying once more with little effort from my part; the guy was a cow ready to be milked whenever the right buttons were pressed. Getting back to Michael’s feet was a must do. I had him naked in my bed many times after that night and once, after complimenting how beautiful his feet were, he told me he had come from a family with strong feet, whatever that meant. Suffice to say I came two times more that night, and was able to get him off another two. The kid never woke up that night, no withdrawal reactions as I had anticipated. Just a night of wonderful sex with an “unconscious” body. He became a regular after that.