Officer Smith

I believe that some of you guys must be familiar with the Footfriends website, though it was decommissioned a couple of years ago (what a pity!). Anyways, I first came across this site back in the 90’s, when it was only a foot board (early internet stages). If I’m not mistaken, the board still lives on. Even as a simple message board, footbuddies provided great service such as picture sharing, messages, stories and the advertising of male foot related events. That’s when I first learned about the biweekly foot parties in NYC. 

I was fascinated by all posts related to the parties, especially the pictures taken during the events. However, I lived far from NYC at that time; still, I was able to coordinate a couple of visits that same year. I’ve attended many parties after that and I have many stories to tell you about the events. Today I’m going to concentrate on my favorite one, the day I had sex with an almost Greek god, Officer Smith. 

In order to give you guys a clearer picture of why that day was so special to me, I need to take my narrative back to the day I first met him at one of the FF parties. The owner of the footbuddies board and host of the parties was Allan Pratt, a very nice gentleman who tried his best to offer the best time to all parties’ attendees; he would always make sure that all fetishes related to the male foot were contemplated in his parties: foot worshiping, tickling, bastinado, BDSM, etc. He also hired hot guys to be “at our service” during the events. That was really hot and I personally took all the possible advantage from these special “entertainers”. 

It was on the “uniform night” that my jaws fell flat when I saw Officer Smith entering the playroom. We all have seen  so called godlike men many times in our lives, either live or on every kind of screens, and OS was a perfect representation of that concept. Men in uniforms have a natural power to rule gay men’s fantasies, but that man was flawless! Over six feet tall, muscled body that harmoniously fit in a police uniform, spotless knee-high black boots, NYC PD’ cap and badge, black shades. He had the shiniest auburn black hair ever and devilishly good looks. I looked around and saw all men salivating in lust, some of them with boners that were hard to miss. 

OS sat on a sling like chair on the center stage and, on a deep masculine voice simply said: “I’m ready for you guys!”. Needless to say, you can imagine what happened then. Due to the fact they were held in public bars, there was a strict police of no touching dicks at the parties, especially the entertainers’. Though hard to resist, patrons respected that. PS: Among us, in the dark corners, this rule not always applied! Well, whenever the bees left the hive unattended, I got closer to check out OS’s feet. Guys, I’ve worshipped countless of feet in my life, some better looking than others, but it is really difficult to have a combination of beautiful face, body, and feet. OS had it all. 

From what I could tell at first glance, his feet were about size 10. They had the same olive tone of his face, perfect aligned toes with perfect manicured toenails; his perfect high arches added an irresistible fascination to the view, and his soft baby soles completed the picture. My heart raced as he looked at me standing frozen in front of his feet and simply commanded: “go ahead, don’t be shy”. That god was encouraging me to worship his feet, unbelievable! 

I took his left foot in my hands while the right one was being devoured by a young red head (whose feet I devoured myself a little later). His feet tasted exquisitely, even after being “used” by so many guys. I raised his foot up to my face, slurping his sole like a crazy dog, before lightly tickling his amazing high arches (he did not complain) and finally sucking each perfect toe at a time. He smiled all the time and said the attention felt great. I was in heaven and all I wanted to do was to cum all over his feet. “No dicks out”, remember the rule! 

OS became an obstination after that, I had to have that man for myself somehow, and that’s when friendly Allan Pratt came handy. Since my trips to NYC were solely to attend the parties, I was never in a hurry to leave them. This one, when I first laid my eyes on OS, took place on the all gone “The Lure”, a leather bar downtown. I stayed till closing time and helped Allan to organize the place, collecting empty bottles, all the mattresses he had all over the place, forgotten socks, things like that. So, it was easy to get OS’ contact a few weeks later when I asked Allan for the favor. 

It would be a bold move, try to hook up with that god FOR FREE, but I had nothing to loose by asking. And ask, I did! Long before I met OS at the Monday’s foot party in NYC, I started corresponding with a hot musician from Poughkeepsie, upper state NY. But I’ll tell you about this guy some other day. The thing is, I was staying in the city for a week at a friend’s place and had to make the most of it; that meant attending the foot party and having hook ups. I emailed OS first, told him I was an admirer and that I would love to have a private session with him so that I could worship his feet and body if he was up to it. In the meantime, I set up to see the musician, what he promptly agreed to as long as I would go to him, even on a week day. 

I went to the The Lure on Monday, enjoyed the party and met a very horny twink who loved to have his feet and nipples worked over (again, a later story) and headed to Poughkeepsie the next day to worship my hot musician’s body as planned. I have to stress that communication wasn’t as easy as it is today, so email was the way to go at the time. I read OS’s message later that day when checking my email at the musician’s computer; he said he would be delighted to have me the next day at his apartment in the city, sent me the address with the time. He also said that he was ok with the money thing (he was a famous escort at the time, legend says he met a rich guy with whom he fell in love with and quit his “career”). PS: not long after his retirement, OS deleted his escort profile and any other web content available on him; but I saved two pics from that party and will be more than happy to share with whoever is interested, just send me a request.

After working on my hot buddy all night long, I took the first train back to NYC to realize my dream. I consider myself a fairly punctual person but, maybe due to my horniness, nervousness and anxiety, I found myself in Chelsea two hours prior to my appointment with OS. It was hard to resist all the offerings for quickies I received from passers by (I do love NYC) and, when the clock stroke 5 to 4, I rang the bell of OS’s den. He answered, told me to come up to the fourth floor, where I found him standing in front of the door. Guys, I did not have any special requests about the way he should be dressed (an how could I, beggers can’t be choosers!) and he was wearing a black Armani shirt, plain blue jeans and a pair of sneakers that somehow exposed the beauty of his feet. He over towered me with a hug, gave me a French kiss an invited me in. My dick was already hard just then: was I dreaming? 

Once inside, we stayed in the living room where he offered something to drink; I agreed on a glass of water, he went to the kitchen and came back with two bottles. As my throat was dry from anticipation, I had half of it in a gulp. He then told me he lived in a two bedrooms apartment, one was the “master” and the other a playroom. He asked me to follow him and opened the door to what I saw as a dungeon. Guys, the room was filled with all possible apparatus for BDSM, from a sling to two or three different kinds of tables, the walls covered with objects I had to idea what they were used for; with a cute smile on his beautiful face, he apologized for not being able to have our “appointment” in that room, since tying either of us up would require a kind of time he unfortunately did not have. What could I say?! 

I told him the couch would suffice, and he just threw himself on it as a naughty boy and said in his deep mainly voice: “We are not at The Lure; here, anything goes. I understand you are into feet, so here are mine for you to do whatever pleases you; whenever you are tired of them, just remove my clothes and my naked body will be yours as well. Just go for it”. Two hours of details would be boring to narrate here, just imagine what happened! I assure you I left no terrain unexplored and OS simply responded to my hungriness towards his body as we were old time lovers. He loved the especial attention given to his feet, which he enjoyed being tickled, licked  and sucked at the same time. Such nice a guy!

PS again: got two loads from that hard cock on that afternoon in Chelsea.