Nick

Most of you guys close to my age must have either heard of or attended one of the NYC’s Footfriends parties at the Lure, a BDMS bar on Second St. It has been gone for a long time, and so has the party organized by Allan Pratt. Both the venue and the host were the best and I always had a great time there; the event happened every two weeks. For those interested, the parties still go on but it has changed a lot; frankly speaking, I did not like the two parties I attended under the new administration for different reasons, but it is still a good option for us foot lovers.

I am not sure of how many parties I attended at the Lure but I am positive I was living in the South around the time it closed. So, flying twice a month to NYC was not only expensive but also very tiresome so I tried my best to enjoy everything the party had to offer from 8 pm to 2 am. I was usually one of the first patrons to arrive and the last one to leave. The crowd varied in size and quality every time since it was formed mostly by locals, visitors from different states like myself, curious people and even foreigners.On the particular night I met young blondie Nick things went very slow. Not many attendees, a few guys for tickling, BDSM guys here and there, one “attraction” only. But there was still action and I usually hung  around 2 am to help Allan straight up the place. It was also the best time to hoop up with members of the staff who could not take part of the action during the business hours; most of them were willing to have their feet played with and even try sucking feet themselves. It was awesome.

The club was approaching its closing time when this tall, blond, Norwegian looking guy walked in. The kid was hot. In case you are watching the new TV series “Interview With The Vampire”, he looked just like the main actor who plays Lestat (I don’t know his name though); just younger. He was all dressed in leather, an indication he came to the Lure for reasons other than foot playing. As he saw some people still enjoying each other’s feet, I believe that called his attention. I was leaning against the main stage on the first floor when he approached me.

He had an unlighted cigarette on his lips and told me that the guy next to us had asked him to use his lighter and just kept it. I told him: “Let’ get it back then!”. He watched me as I approached the guy and asked him the same, to use his lighter. I lit my cigarette and gave the lighter back to NB. The thief shouted “What the fuck?!” and I whispered in his ear: “Do you want Allan to ban you from the parties for petty theft?”. He noticed the boy standing next to me and slowly walked away. Problem solved. NB introduced himself (his name was Nick) and offered to buy me a drink as a way of thanking for my sticking up for him. “My pleasure”, I said. Since it was getting closer to last call, we did not have much time to converse. But I’ve learned a couple of important things about Nick in this short time: he was a regular at the Lure; he lived in the city and I was staying close to his place; he was intrigued by the whole foot scene; he was opened to try having his feet played with, as long as I fulfilled his own fetish. Jeez, easy deal.

We left the Lure (I did not stick around to help Allan this time) and went to the subway station to get the Red Line. The station was totally empty. We sat on a bench and NB removed one of his boots and socks and placed his beautiful bare foot on my lap and whispered: “Show me!”. I did not think about possible hidden cameras or any other kind of surveillance; I took his bare foot in my hands and went to town! Nick had a gigantic big toe, smooth pale soles, high arches to die for. Bitting his arch, as usual, did the trick; he rolled his eyes up and right then I knew I was going to have whatever I wanted from this boy. And hell I did! I was staying at a friend’s place near to Columbia University and I took the boy there. We had the whole apartment to ourselves and, despite my friend’s bedroom, we did it everywhere.

Nick was an extremely horny young man. On top of that, he had this thing about nipple torture I had never witnessed before. I wanted his feet, he wanted his nipples played with. A win win! We started in the living room, where I patiently undressed the boy, first his leather jacket and white shirt. We deep kissed for a while and I tasted his hard tits and pits. Delicious! I moved to his cowboy boots, unzipped them and reached his black socks.

I sniffed inside his boots for some time, the aroma was intoxicating. I could tell Nick was enjoying the action because I could see his dick growing harder and harder through his leather pants as I caressed his private parts. Before removing his black socks, I took some time to nibble on his toes; that, together with the nipple play, brought the guy over the edge. He wanted to cum so desperately but I hadn’t even removed his pants yet. I unbuttoned them and inserted my hand inside to tease his balls.

They were warm and firm. Kinky Nick had a piercing in that area where the base of the dick and the balls meet, something I had never played with before. While teasing his balls, my middle finger searched for his hole; I inserted just the tip of my finger and brought it to his mouth so he could have a taste of his own fluids; he savored it like the pig he was. The boy was fun to play with, no doubt about it. I took one of his socks off and explored his arch for a couple of minutes. Still teasing his teats, bitting on his arch and securing his hard prick between my fingers, drove Nick crazy; he creamed himself for the first time that night and we were still starting to have fun.Nick was one of the palest guys I have ever met in my life; if it wasn’t for the lack of fangs and body temperature, I would imagine he was a vamp.

He had the beauty and flair of the stereotypical Hollywood blood suckers. And he bruised easily; the harder I played with his tits, the more he enjoyed, asking me to keep going. I was afraid to hurt him, the bruises were spreading fast, but that’s what Nick expected. Playing with his cock, balls and feet alleviated my conscience and his bruises. Nick was well endowed and his mushroom head a fountain of precum. Even after shooting his first load, he was still hard and asking for more. His pink balls were a delicacy easily appreciated. I grabbed the boy by his dick and moved the action to the dinner room table, big enough to hold Nick’s spread eagled frame. I concentrated on his dick head first, toying with his slit with the tip of my tongue. Salty juices emerged every now and then, which I savored and fed him back.

He grabbed my left hand and started sucking on my fingers, naughty boy! I gave him the longest of the blowjobs, long enough to bring him to the edge. But Nick was a horny bastard: the moment I left his hard prick unattended and concentrated on his big balls, licking and slurping them, he came a second time, his dick pulsating involuntarily, with a life of its own. Amazing! I took his never soft penis into my hands and jerked it hard, for Nick’s despair! The poor thing begged me to stop, I could see tears in his eyes; however, he never made any gesture to stop the torture, just screamed and begged.

In order to give Nick some time to recover, I moved to his exposed feet; they were really big, just like the rest of his playful jewels. His feet were size eleven, wide, with nice high arches and gigantic big toes. They were as pale as the rest of his body, very soft and kinda sweaty. I tickled his arches first, what added an extra touch of torture to his recent  orgasmed body.

I proceeded sucking each of his toes at a time, paying special attention to the gigantic big ones, a real treat. Though intended to relax Nick, the foot action made him hard again as he moaned with each lick to his soles and little bites to his heels and ankles. His soccer player legs were an extra bonus, strong and covered by blond thin hair. I simply lost track of time enjoying his lower body parts, and shot a huge load myself while doing so.

The night was still young and there were other parts of Nick’s body I wanted do taste: his armpits, his back, his bubble butt and his asshole. Time to move once more, this time I took Nick to the bedroom where I was staying. There was a twin bed there and, though my friend’s bed was a king, I considered it off limits. Nick had nice, long blond hair, so, for some reason, I felt compelled to pull it and spread it all over my crotch, just because….Something about power over a guy drives me nuts. Once in the bedroom, Nick started sucking my cock and balls, and I let him enjoy it for as long as he wanted, just fair.

I played with his hair and the back of his neck in the meantime. The minute he left my dick go, I started licking his back all the way down his butt. Needless to say, that area bruised fast too, especially after so many little bites. But the boy never complained! My licking went on down South, to the his tights, the back of his knees and his feet. That made him moan again. I quickly sucked on his toes and teased his arches, before turning him around to explore his pits. The fragrance was intoxicating! The fucker was fully hard again, I foresaw another load on its way. This time I had to go back to the nipple playing. Guys, if that boy went to the cops, I would have been arrested for torture for sure! But he wanted me to go on, and those nipples were irresistible. But before delivering what he requested, I threw his legs up into the air and opened his hole wide, introducing my tongue as far as I could reach.

The moaning resumed. After a couple of minutes, I went back to work on his nipples, but again fingering his butthole. A couple of licks to his throbbing cock did the trick: Nick exploded for the third time, ropes of cum almost reaching the ceiling, what wonderful a view. This time he collapsed, totally spent. I gave him a deep kiss and let the boy fall asleep in my arms. I licked his naked body all over once more, before I let myself go to world of the happy ones.I met Nick in NYC three other times after that day, always in his apartment.

This was the last massage he sent me before I left the US:

I was, actually, just thinking about you and was wondering how you were doing. I have moved to Florida a few months ago and everything's going pretty good. It's hot as hell down here, though!!!!!!

Anyways, I hope everything is going well!!!!! Have you found someone with great feet, yet?  (Hopefully, not as great as mine... lol).

I haven't found any great nip suckers, yet... HA HA

I hope everything is okay..

Love, nick