This morning I made the error of attempting to organize my borderline hoarding disorder collection of porn videos on my external hard drive (in my defense, having esoteric kink and fetish interests such as men sinking in quicksand, tentacle bondage, and leather scenes where they actually keep the damn gear on tends to make it difficult to find good material, so when given the chance I download as much free media as possible) which led to me being absolutely insatiable and starved for some masculine attention.
Thankfully a local man living in the almost immediate neighborhood by the name of Wolf was online on one of my gay hookup apps and we made plans to meet this afternoon. Needless to say as delighted as I was to connect with him, I was driven to distraction and completely unable to get any important or even frivolous work done. Finally 4pm rolled around and I was invited over to his place.
A short walk cutting through the neighborhood next door, I couldn’t be more thrilled than if my new neighbors who moved in next door were body-building twunks with a financial enslavement fetish. He greets me at the door and I’m met with a very handsome, slender, thick-bearded young man standing at least half a head taller than myself. He introduces me to their beautiful dogs before we head inside and flop on the couch to watch some sci-fi show on TV. At this point I’m horny at full force so I skip the needless feeling-out, grab Wolf by the chest from behind and pull him into a sensual cuddle. Playing innocent is a waste of my time. A short time later he confesses to having a foot fetish and in the same breath asks if he could play with my feet.
My ears perk, grin widens, and my boots off in record time. I adore foot fetishists, they give the best attention and care to your feet, and I absolutely love having my feet massaged and admired on. Wolf was eager but also shy, he was politely gentle with my feet and after a bit he took my socks off and surprisingly stuck my foot in his mouth! Oh did that feel fucking great! His tongue moved methodically around each of my toes as he worshipped my foot, mashing his face into my sole, wiping the ball of my foot on his forehead, and even nipping the bottom of my heel, forcing a laugh out of me!
I didn’t want him to stop! It was way too enjoyable! However my increasing libido and a hint of anxiety in the air (which was for once not my own) gave me clue to move our scene. Once in his room clothes were discarded and I was able to see his beautiful naked form. His slender, toned, smooth body was exactly what I wanted to sink my teeth into, deep kissing, stroking of throbbing members, more foot worship, he still felt shy and reserved that I was just seeing the surface of what lay beneath. He went for my armpit and drew back, I mentally cursed, raunch pigs hate deodorant with a passion, but all things considered I only found out the moment he shoved his face there.
He barely mentioned his kinks at all, most likely being cautious over having a new playmate so conveniently close? Regardless, I promised never to wear it when planning to meet him in the future. An easy task, I barely have need for it or use it as it is. He retrieved a large, plastic, nearly empty container of coconut oil from his bedside and slathered some on his beautiful, long, throbbing manhood before offering me some. I happily took some, interested in trying an all-natural lubricant. I’ve had olive oil before and that was an interesting delight. I must say, it felt very comfortable and smelled just as enjoyable.
I told him I wanted him to paint me with his cum, he straddled over me and stroked himself, as he did so I took the time to admire the man looming over me, his gorgeous body, his handsome young face, his soft smooth skin. He neared release, and I focused on his face as he climaxed and sprayed my chest with his warm essence. He has no idea just how hot he truly is. I followed suit soon after which was truly easy with him as a view.
Post climax I didn’t delay, I had a feeling I was working with a time limit and sure enough the word “roommates” came up. Social awkwardness is a hell I’m too familiar with and despite nothing shameful transpiring during my visit, I wasn’t about to argue. I swiftly cleaned up, clothed, and politely took my leave as well as informed him that he was more than welcome over at my place for a longer visit if he so desired.
I simply neglected to mention he’s not allowed to wear a shirt in my house. WOOF.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
