My neighbor

No matter where you are in the world, people talk. Even when you are being as discreet as possible, rumors go around, people kiss and tell, “secrets” are shared. And that’s what happened when this neighbor of mine approached me on my apartment’s front stairs to talk.
I’ve lived in the same neighborhood for about six years, always respecting my two blocks radius where the homeless hustlers used to hang out, without ever disturbing any of the neighbors. However, we are not blind. About two blocks from my place, there was this married guy who used to push a baby’s stroller close to his building. He was very handsome, I used to check him out every time I walked by his building.

 He had never showed the slightest interest in me, until one day, when totally unexpectedly, he approached me in my front steps when I was smoking. He told me his name was Peter and that he had seen me walking around his block many times.  He also claimed to know that I was into feet, and that was the reason  why he finally took the courage to see me. He was horny and curious.

 I must confess that my first reaction was to find out how he had heard about me, if words in the street would make me such an easy target to other “curious” guys. He told me he overheard a conversation near the hotel, among two guys who had recently been with me and that, from all the details they were sharing, he had made a smart guess.
Then, he decided to walk around the block for a couple of weeks, trying to find out exactly where I lived.
Once he did, he started showing up at different times in hope of seeing me just like this day. I was astonished and scared at the same time. But who can blame a guy for taking advantage of a situation that presented itself without any effort? Who and how suddenly meant nothing in face o that man I’ve lusted for so long, for years, and that I considered unreachable, till then.
That he was, willing to be played with for a couple of bucks that I could easily spare, so I invited him over. Once in my apartment, I took him straight to my bedroom, told him to lie down on my bed and do not move. He complied. I reached to his mouth and kissed him passionately. He responded by letting his tongue slide inside mine. He was mine to take! 

I slowly removed his shirt, started playing with his hard nipples while licking his sweaty armpits. Guys, he went nuts with pleasure. I kept that going for a while, till I felt he was ready for more. Though decision: move to his pants or shoes. I decide to go for the shoes, overall that was the main reason that drove him all the way to me after so many years.
I unlaced his sneakers one by one, praying on the expectation of having his socked feet exposed. He has intently looking at me, trying to guess what my next move would be. I did not waste my time with the socks since I am a bare feet kind o guy. I quickly removed both his socks, threw them at him, and started working on his bare feet. 

His toes were not as perfect as I expected; however, his arches were succulent  and I concentrated on them; I sniffed, scratched, licked and lightly bit on them, till I noticed he brought his hands to his crotch. Time to explore that area.

 I brought his shorts down, removed his undies, and was greeted by one of the hardest and biggest dicks I’ve ever sucked on. I concentrated on his shaft for while, never letting his high arches to rest; that seemed to be the combination he was hoping for, and I delivered it.

Playing with his feet and dick at the same time, brought him to the edge and he dispensed a huge load of a horny straight guy’s jizz in less than two minutes of stimulation; and I never had the chance to lick his bull balls (well, I did, after he came). I never saw Peter again after that day, I believe because I left town a while after. Wonder who is enjoying that curious foot boy these days.