Soccer player

Hello there foot lovers!I would like to start my narrative today by sharing with you some general thoughts, impressions and considerations. First, I would like to thank my readers for taking time to simply read and evaluate my stories; second, I want to double thank those who go beyond and write me back with further feedback and criticism. Though not many, all appreciated. Some of them suggest I should expand the sexual details rather than concentrating on feet, but the site has many other categories that cover that plenty and I am a foot guy who writes true stories about male feet adoration, period. 

I do not know many things about other fetishes or how other male feet lovers handle their fetish; what I do know is that my fetish controls my whole sexual life; I like my men with nice feet; all the rest is secondary; I like to cum playing with the guy’s feet; I can cum other ways too, but this is my fave. I will do most anything in bed, no anal sex though. I believe this is what kept me alive during the AIDS period, when I was young and careful.

However, such strong a foot fetish has its ups and downs. Those who usually read my stories know very well that I have nothing against paid sex since those are the occasions when I can explore my fetish in its fullest; consensual sex is usually a two ways street: in order to get what you want, you must give something in exchange. And that leads me to today’s story: the soccer player.I met SP through an app, Manhunt. I do not like this kind of app but desperate times….So, I created a profile and waited for the results. 

SP was the second guy to contact me but the first to agree to meet in person. So, we arranged to go out for drinks first and take it from there. We met at a bar downtown and I did like what I saw: he was in his late thirties, very handsome face, over 6 feet tall, well built, nice smile and easy to talk to. I believe he also liked me because he suggested to get out of the bar before the second beer was over. We went to a hotel nearby and SP refused my offer to split the cost. I paid for some drinks instead. 

Things started off great as SP asked me to undress him (I love that!). As he jumped into bed, I took a moment to analyze his frame: he was not well built exactly: in fact, he was fucking big, what meant more playground for me to explore. I started by kissing his thick lips and, as I deep throated him with my tongue, I discovered what nice a kisser he was. We kissed for a long time while I unbuttoned his shirt. His nipples were gigantic and pink, his pits slightly hairy and musky. 

I went to heaven licking and sucking on them, SP enjoying every moment of it. I reached his belly button and played with the hair around his crotch, thick and black. After undoing his belt and opening his flyer, I discovered that, for such a big man, he had a very small dick; his balls, on the other hand, were huge, round and pink. I licked the whole area con gusto, savoring each inch.I went back to kissing him in the mouth and touching him all over, as a way to reassure I was enjoying his body and the whole action. By pulling down his pants before going for his shoes, I was greeted by the most perfect pair of legs I have even seen on a guy; strong, hairy, toned, typical soccer player legs? How could I resist such a view? 

I licked those legs over and over, my mouth watering, and SP was happy by having his beautiful legs adored. I told you before that I met SP through a date app and I never asked him about his feet, neither told him about my foot fetish. Just like me, he had a couple of face and body pics on his profile, no nudes o feet pics. So, that was a moment of revelation. Guys, the moment I removed SP’s first shoe, I was mesmerized! The man’s left foot was as close to perfection as a foot can be; and I could tell that just by staring at his socked foot! My heart was racing fast in anticipation! I could not resist bringing that socked foot to my nose and smell it all over. 

The silhouette predicted the perfection of his bare feet, and I knew I would cum over and over just with the sight of those feet. The fact is that I came over those feet many times, doing whatever I pleased to them. SP had one of the most beautiful feet I had ever seen, and I do not remember how many perfect feet I worshipped in my life. But that day, that’s what I had, and I took full advantage of them. We had everything going on for a perfect match, except that big SP liked to be fucked, and I do not enjoy anal sex of any kind. I swear I tried my best to please him, to no avail. We went out for a couple of times after that day, but the not fuck me got in the way eventually. I wish I could fulfill him the way he wanted me to; I was happy with his feet and body, but he was not ok with the no fucking part of it. And so we departed, what a shame!