Grayson Loves Feet - Gay Authoritarian/Encounters
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This story is based on a real encounter with a foot sub from last summer. Names and some parts changed for privacy or embellished for your enjoyment.
Grayson crawls back and hands me the beer, on his hands and knees, he looks up at me waiting. "You may sniff only." "Thank you sir!." He leans forward and buries his nose between my soles resting on the floor. The room is quiet except for his desperate deep inhales and soft whimpers. I let him continue, watching him obey as I took a sip of beer. "On your back faggot." He is flipped over on the floor in a flash. His head is in place to be my foot rest. He's looking up at me,his smile wide and his eyes filled with lust and excitement. I lean forward, looking down at him on the floor, waiting desperately. His lithe body gently wiggling on the carpet and his cock straining the small pouch of the white thong, pulling it off his body. "Open." I spit a big wet glob of spit into his mouth and his face lights up. "Thank you sir!" "Such a nasty fucking pig. Lay there. No touching, understood?" "Yes Sir!" I put both of my sweaty socked feet on his face and he moaned in delight. His hips gyrate, trying to hump his big dick in the air. "Such a nasty faggot, you like the way my dirty socks smell?" "MMM they smell so good sir. So stinky!" I rub them all over his feet, enjoying watching him get so into it already. I rest my size twelves on his face, enjoying his warm breath through the damp fabric. I feel his tongue start to lick at the cotton and give his face a strong tap making him groan. Another tap and another groan and his hand reaches for his crotch. I kicked it away with enough force for him to know he was not allowed. "Did I say you could lick yet?" I kick his face to accentuate my point. "No sir." "And I know I didn't tell you you could touch yourself, did I faggot?" I slide my foot over and nudge his crotch a couple times firmly with my toes. He is rock hard and the wet spot is growing steadily. "Ughhh no sir. Sorry sir." "That's right pig." I rest one foot back over his face and press the other one into his crotch. He tries to grind against it but I apply more pressure, holding his crotch in place. "I love your big stinky feet sir" He moans. "I know you do, you nasty little fuck." I start rubbing my feet all over his face, chest and abs. "Your whole body is going to stink like my feet when you leave." "Thank you sir! I want that so bad." "Yeah you do, faggot. Tell me who you are, boy." I keep circling and sliding my feet all over him, occasionally giving him a few firm stompings. "I'm your dirty little foot faggot. I'm your pig, I'm for you to use sir." I can't help but grope my own rigid shaft through my shorts, getting more turned on by the twink's words. "That's right. Open your mouth." He does and I lean forward and spit in his mouth again before shoving my socked toes in his mouth. He desperately starts sucking, nibbling and tonguing the damp cotton, desperate for every drop of sweat he can get. My other foot rests on his firm chest. I can see the muscles in his arms straining, holding them by his sides, resisting the urge to grab at me and himself. "Slowly take this sock off." I tap my heel on his chest. "MMMHHMMM" His agreement muffled by the other shoved in his mouth. His hands are strong as they caress my foot, massaging up my ankle and calf till the reach the top of the sock. Slowly pulling it down with one hand while his other massages my heel, still using his mouth on the other foot with full effort. When my heel is exposed, I pull both feet away and replace the exposed heel in his open mouth. He moans in delight and as I feel his wet tongue licking my bare skin. Sucking, licking, tasting and savoring the meaty rough flesh. "Pull the rest off." His hand slides to the bunched up sock at my arch and as he slips it down I move my sole across his mouth, his tongue licking the newly exposed skin. When the sock hits the ground and his tongue wiggles between my toes, I angle my foot so his nose is now wedged between the big toe and long toe. "Ughh fuck, thank you sir." He takes a big inhale through his nose. I know he's getting a strong funk because I can even smell my sweaty feet from my position sitting back above him. I pinch my toes stronger and then start to rub it all over his pretty face. "Such a nasty little slut. You'll do anything I say so you can keep sniffing these toes huh?" "Anything sir. You're so hot and I love the way you taste and smell." "Good boy." I moved my other foot to his chest and tapped and he starts massaging it and pulling my sock off. When it's free I switch so he is huffing and licking on the fresh one. Im groping myself steadily, getting off on this hot piece of ass getting off on my feet. "I'm going to use you real good, slut." I let my foot slide down his smooth ripped torso, then graze the straining silky elastic pouch. He is groaning louder, sucking my other toes and massaging the arches as I tease his hard dripping prick. Gently rubbing back and forth, feeling it twitch and bounce under my sole. I snake my big toe between his thigh and balls and lift the leg hole, allowing him to spring free. I had to admit he had a beautiful cock. Not as big as mine but a solid seven inches, thick, curved up and pink spongy head glistening in precum. I continue rubbing it with my foot. His hips are gyrating underneath me and his breathing is getting faster. His groans are almost animalistic as the tongue assault on my toes grows more aggressive. I lean down and put the dirty socks up to his nose and look down at him. I can see it in his eyes before he can hold back. "Fuck sir,..you're going to make me cum." I can tell he is past the point of no return so continue with more pressure, sandwiching the head and upper shaft between my sole and his abs. His groans are strained, inhaling deep and within seconds I feel his gooey load spurting out. "Fuck, nasty foot faggot getting off on sucking my toes and sniffing my socks." His body is shaking under me. "Little pigs got such a big load. Fuck boy... These big man feet are making you shoot so much." After what must have been 7 blasts of thick ropes, his body calms down, shuddering as I continue the gentle rubbing of his cum soaked head. His eyes are twinkling up at me, his face covered in sweat, spit, socks and foot still in my mouth. He takes a deep breath and I pull my one foot from his mouth. "You made a mess boy..." "Please let me clean it up sir! Please, I want to suck my cum from your big manly feet." His face is lit up with excitement and lust. I can't help but smile down at him as I move my slime covered foot across his body, up his neck and chin to his open mouth. I lean back and enjoy the feeling of his hands taking charge and positioning my foot at all the angles he needs to lick the entire thing clean. "Little foot piggy is a cum slut too, huh?" "Uhhuh." he agrees excitedly. I pull my foot away and rub it in the puddle of cum on his abs and bring it back to his mouth. Repeating the process till all signs of his orgasm are either dried on his tight body or swallowed down from his expert tongue cleaning. "Get on your knees, pussy boy." He scrambles and is kneeling between my widespread muscular thighs. His cock is still ticking straight up. I watch his eyes dart up and down from my own to my bulging crotch, watching him lick his lips. I lean forward and use a finger to wipe his head, getting the final drop of cum. I lick it and with it on my outstretched tip of my tongue, I lean closer taking his chiseled jaw into my grip. He leans in and licks my tongue then gently starts sucking it into his mouth. This kid is wild and insatiable. We start kissing, our lips and tongues mashed together. He pushes up and into me and in a flash he is straddling me, grinding his perfect ass against my trapped cock. It's hot but he is getting to free with his aggression. I grab his hair and yank it back. His eyes are lustful and his tongue hangs from his puffy wet pink lips. He keeps trying to lean in but I hold him in place. "You want something else Faggot? Huh?" I spit in his open mouth. "I want you sir. I want to make you cum. However you want to, sir." "That's my good boy." I shove my tongue back in his mouth ready for more.
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On Mon, Apr 10, 2023 at 10:35 AM AC hryjknyk@gmail.com wrote:
Grayson Loves Feet - Gay Authoritarian/Encounters
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This is part 1 of many of this story. To view other stories, visit my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp
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This story is based on a real encounter with a foot sub from last summer. Names and some parts changed for privacy or embellished for your enjoyment.
It was leg day at the gym and after a sweaty cardio warm up I plopped my big ass down on the leg press. I adjusted the weight and my large feet in my worn out sneakers and pressed out. By my final set, my thighs and calves were looking pumped. Bulging in all the right places, my dark fur glistening.
I take my phone, snap a quick photo of my engaged calves bulging above my sneakers and add it to my instagram story before continuing with the rest of my workout.
An hour later, legs feeling like jello but showing the signs of my intense work out, I'm sitting in the locker room.
I kick off my sneakers and can smell the funky sweaty foot stunk that's been collecting in them. I peel off my damp socks just as I get a notification.
"Graylvsft: I would love to worship those big stinky sweaty feet after your workout sir."
Ah Grayson. One of my biggest "fans" at least on my alt account. The one I posted to anonymously, mostly of thirst trap pics from the gym, sweaty pits, bulging jock strap, and plenty of my big feet from all angles.
He had reached out many times and was desperate for my sweaty size 12 feet in his face. From previous DMs I had learned he was 27, a dancer and could see he was a long, lean, smooth, toned stud with a beautiful chiseled face.
Our timing had never worked out before but I had nothing planned for the rest of today.
"Hryjknyk: just about to shower and head home, good timing. "
I respond with a picture of my feet on top of my damp socks and sneakers. You can see a damp outline of my soles on the tile close by.
It's met with an immediate reply.
"Graylvsft: please sir don't shower, let me lick them clean for you!"
Less than a minute later comes;
"Graylvsft: Please sir! Your big manly feet have me so hard!"
He sent followed by a pic of a white pouch straining out of the open fly of his short shorts. I could even see the hint of a wet spot forming.
Our previous chats also informed me of how servicing big, sweaty feet drove him wild so his desperation was only slightly surprising.
Thinking about how great it would feel to have his soft lips and wet tongue on my feet I agree.
"Hryjknyk: today is your lucky day boy. Hope you have strong hands."
I give him my address and when to meet and I slide my dirty, damp white socks back on my tired feet. Pulling the cotton tubes up just below my pumped calves. I shove my feet back in my warm, moist sneakers and head home.
It's a hot sunny day, keeping my body dripping in sweat as I make the short walk back to my apartment. I toss my bag down inside and can feel the warm stuffy apartment. Briefly debating AC or not I decide to crack open a window then grab a beer from the kitchen. I move my coffee table to the side so Grayson has plenty of room to worship. Just as I am about to plop down on the sofa, my buzzer rings.
I open the door to a lightly panting Grayson. Damn, he is cute. His eyes dart up and down my body and smiles brightly at me.
"Strip off the tank top and shorts." I say sternly.
My broad frame blocking the entrance. His eyes look worried as they dart side to side, checking the empty hallway. He eagerly ditches his clothes and stands there holding them, clad in nothing but white underwear and a pair of worn slip ons. His socks are thin, almost sheer and go all the way up to his knees.
"Shoes too" he eagerly kicks them off.
I move to the side letting him in before forcing him against the wall. He drops his clothes when my lips brush his. I can feel his body trembling with excitement.
"On your knees boy." I whisper in his ear.
"Yes sir!" You can hear the desperation and desire in his soft voice.
I step back and admire the sexy smooth twink kneeling in front of me.
"Crawl" I commanded, pointing toward the living room.
I admire his lithe, toned body as he makes his way across the hardwood floor on hands and knees. Delighted to see his beautiful round ass cheeks are exposed, only a thin strap trapped against his crack between his firm mounds, connecting the bulging pouch and waistband of his thong. I can feel myself growing in my shorts.
He is still on his hands and knees at the foot of the couch when I walk up in front of him. I use my sneakerd foot to lift his head, he is smiling wide with lust in his eyes.
"Ok boy."
He crouched down and started huffing the tops of my sneakers, face darting from one to the other. I can feel his strong hands rubbing up and down my calves. His beautiful smooth ass arched up in the air.
I sit down and push his chest so he rights himself up to his knees. I lift one foot and lightly nudge his face then tap it against his perky chest a few times. He moans staring up at me, his hand reach down, groping his straining bulge.
"No!" I bark and kick his arm to the side.
"Sorry sir!"
"Why are you here boy?"
I'm only seven or so years his senior but my dominance and his desperation makes our difference seem more intense.
"To worship your feet sir." Bright eyed and smiling he responds.
"Beg!"
"Please Sir! You're so hot and I want your big feet so bad!" I rub my sneaker against his bulge, the wet spot clearly growing.
"Please let me worship your beautiful feet! Your sneakers already smell so good, I'm so hard for you sir."
I kick his face lightly a few times as he yelps in glee.
"Sneakers!" I say relaxing back into the couch raising one foot.
He is eagerly untying my sneaker with care, his face as close as logistics would permit. He slides the one sneaker off and looks up at me, his eyes begging. I nod and he takes a big deep whiff, his face buried in the opening. His crotch humping the air as he gets off on my stink.
I press my damp sock covered foot against his chest and his free hand grabs it, the other clutching the used athletic shoe to his face. I can feel his long fingers caressing the arch as his body shudders from huffing the stinky sneaker.
"Oh fuck sir. Smells so good." He moans.
`Just wait' I think. Knowing this was the 5th day in a row I had worn these socks to work out in and had skipped the shower between last night and this morning's workouts.
"May I try the other one sir?" He asks, his voice muffled from still being in the other sneaker.
"You may, boy." He tosses the sneaker he's holding to the side and slides his hand from my foot, leaning his chest in so it stays pressed against him.
He unties the other sneaker, more eager than the first one, and desperately huffs at it. I let this foot slide between his legs and gently nudge his balls stretching his thong, feeling the warmth against my damp sock. He can't stop moaning with every exhale. I kick the shoe away from his face and press both damp socked feet into his face. With both hands he holds them firm, breathing in deep. He's even writhing, trying to hump the air.
"Go get me a beer." I command, pulling my feet from him. His initial disappointment from the objects of his desire being taken from him turns into a dutiful wicked smile.
"Yes sir!" he replies, eagerly crawling to the fridge.
I take note of his willing excitement. Yes, my smelly man feet are what drives him wild but I can tell he is almost as excited by submitting to me. This just got that much more interesting I think, feeling my dick swelling in my shorts.
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