For a short time I lived in South Florida. One of the things I liked most was the ability to go without socks and shoes and live in flip-flops. I could also look at other guy’s feet, which are so sensual to me. I can easily get hard just looking at a pair of sexy men’s feet.

I find nothing sexier than a guy in a pair of shorts hitting right below the knee and nothing else on but flip-flops. Gets me hot all the time.

So living in So Florida I got my fill of watching and drooling over many pairs of feet.

My other fetish is a little harder to come by and that is watching a guy take a piss. Now of course I’ve done this in public rest rooms but you really have to be careful otherwise you’ll either get punched in the mouth or arrested. But watching a guy pissing is so erotic especially when they are nude. Just watching the piss flow from a guys cock makes my mouth start to water. Now I’ve never tasted piss or even been pissed on, well at least until now. Here’s where my story begins and how I got both of my fetishes satisfied.

I met this younger guy well younger than me anyway, he was in his 30’s. Brad was your typical construction type of guy. His hair was cut really short almost buzzed, his skin tan from working outside in the sun, he had a rugged way about him but very blue and very sexy eyes. I never saw Brad clean-shaven and he almost always had at least a shadow of a beard. His body was toned but not overly muscular. His smile was warm and friendly. Now Brad lived in the next apartment to me and our small balconies were jointed with just a small partition between them.

I didn’t see him much during the week if at all and sometimes on the weekend so I didn’t get a chance to really know him until this one week when he was off for a few days.

It was a Friday and I went out to read the paper on my balcony before the sun got too hot. I wasn’t expecting to see Brad but he came out from his apartment shortly after I did. He was wearing only a tank top, which showed, off his well-defined chest and arms and a pair of loosely fitting white running shorts. The partition between our balconies was small plus was broken in spots so there was very little privacy. He nodded and we made small talk for a few minutes. Then Brad sat down and rested his feet on the railing.

There a few feet from me were the best pair of feet I’ve seen. His feet were perfect, toes evenly proportioned, smooth skin without any calluses. My mouth started to drool and I could feel my cock start to tingle. Then Brad crossed his one leg over the over and he was trimming his toenails. With each snap of the clipper my cock would stir. Oh how I wanted to be doing that for him but what was I thinking I hardly new this guy. Yes we were neighbors but we really only talked a few times. Still I couldn’t help but gaze his way as he clipped away at each toe.

At first I wasn’t sure if he was noticing that I was staring but