belly button down into his shorts. He was simply beautiful. As I looked up at him, he flashed this big smile that made deep dimples in his cheeks, and had this knowing look in his eyes. I understood he knew full well we were having a symbiotic experience, where I was fulfilling my need to please, and he was fulfilling his need to be pleased; a sort of natural balance between two compatible personality types.

I again started rubbing and massaging his foot. He had beautiful feet. His toes were perfectly shaped and matched his body. His nails were well groomed, and the sole of his foot was incredibly smooth. He was moaning and sighing as I worked on his foot, and that encouragement made my heart race. Trying to be discreet, I decided to push the envelope a bit. I continued to massage, all the while moving his foot closer and closer to my face. I could now smell his aroma, and there was no turning back. He had me going nuts. Before I knew it, I had the sole of his foot against my face, and it smelled and felt amazing, even as I heard him say, "Aw, Dude, you like that big foot? You really DO love men, huh?" As if to prove my point, I slowly licked the bottom of his foot, from the heel to his toes, then took his big toe into my mouth and started sucking. He gasped, but somewhere in my mind, I believe I had decided I would continue on until he stopped me. "Dude, that's hot!" he exclaimed.

He was moaning and encouraging me, telling me how great it felt and how he had never experienced anything like it. I was in heaven. I licked and sucked each toe, licking between each of them, and loving every minute of it. He kept the encouragement coming. True to his word, this guy just loved having someone worship him. "Oh, yeah, suck my toe. That feels so good. Man, you like that, don't ya. I think we're gonna have to do this more often. Come on, Dude, lick the bottom of my foot, again. Does it smell good? You like my smells, dontcha? Yeah, dude, work on my toes with that tongue." This kid had me in ecstasy with the constant narration and instruction. If he could be sexier, I don't know how!

After a while, of worshipping his feet, I started massaging his calves. He had great legs, and you could tell they got a regular workout. Lightly hairy and firm, but I couldn't help looking up the length of his body as I worked on his long legs. I wanted more, but had no idea how I would tell him. Soon, my question was answered, when he said, "Here, pull my shorts off for me." I did, and realized he wasn't wearing underpants.

They he was, lying there with these two large eggs hanging between his legs in a nice sack, and a probably a 7.5 inch cock, though admittedly it looked much bigger. It was thick and it was beautiful. This was a cock they could make sex toy molds from, I thought. Looking up his body again, I noticed he seemed to have a perfect form. His long arms turned into big hands, with long fingers that he used to caress his body as I massaged him. This guy loved being pleased and I was loving every second of pleasing him.

I was now much less intimidated, and was kissing my way up