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The summer after college, my buddy Chris and I really got into heavy metal, especially following a group of bands on the festival circuit. He had his favorites and I had mine, so the festivals were perfect. We could split up and watch our own favorite bands, and then link back up for a band we both liked.
And at every single festival there was this band, who I never really got into and honestly I can't even remember their name. But fuuuuuck if their lead singer wasn't the sexiest piece of meat I'd ever laid my eyes on.
He was about 6′4″, built like a brick shit-house, huge arms, broad shoulders, thick legs, covered in tats, and a long mane of hair to his shoulders.
And most of all, this guy could sweat. His band always seemed to perform in the mid-day heat and by the end of their set he'd bed covered in sweat. Sometimes he'd do the crowd a favor and take off his shirt to show off his hard, sweaty muscles.
And on the last leg of the tour in Austin, Texas, I got to experience this sweaty muscle god first hand.
Like I said, I never cared much for their music, but by the end of the tour I was making excuses to see their set, even though my buddy Chris knew I didn't like the band.
They always played a smaller stage, which meant I got to be up close, usually in the first few rows, if I got there early. At the final stop in Austin, I made sure to be in the front row to see their last show.
They took the stage and their lead singer was working the crowd pretty well. They blew through a few songs and were getting really heavy, and their lead was banging his head and running all over stage, getting all sorts of sweaty in the Texas heat.
A few times he reached out into the crowd, and I touched his hand and it was covered in sweat. Fuck this guy was burning up and totally soaked!
As the set went on, his muscles were bulging and you could tell he was full of testosterone and rage. At one point he stood right in front of me and I could see the sweat dripping down his legs into his Doc Marten's. I almost fainted imaging what his sock smelled like.
By the end of the set, things were settling down and he was getting more relaxed. They played a couple of slower ballads and I noticed that he was making eyes with me. Not in a flirtatious way, though. In a stern, almost angry way. Did he catch me checking him out? Was he angry about it? Or maybe turned on?
When the set ended and we all reached up to try and touch his sweaty muscles one more time, he walked right over to me and grabbed me by the forearm. His arm was doused in sweat and he muscles were so tight. I could smell the pungent odor from his pits wafting down into the crowd.
He looked me straight in the eye and said sternly, "My trailer, 20 minutes."
I was in shock, and as I pulled back my arm I licked the sweat from my forearm, with absolutely no shame. It was salty and a little sweet. I watched as he walked off stage and I immediately shot out of the crowd and made my way toward the off stage area.
I had to look around quite a bit to find where the trailers were, and once I got over there, of course there was security. Having no clue what to say, I just blurted out, "I'm with the maintenance crew and need to check out the AC in one of the trailers."
Thank God the security guy didn't give a shit, as he let me pass into the back without any need for clearance.
I walked around for probably 10 minutes looking for the logo that I had seen on the band's drum set, and there it was, almost to the end of the field.
I slowly walked up the steps and gave a light knock on the door. I heard a voice from inside, and was guessing it said, "Come in," so I entered.
The room was dark, as the sun was starting to set, and there seemed to be no one inside.
"Hey man, you made it," I heard the voice from toward the back.
"Hey," was all I could muster.
"Pretty great set, huh?" he asked as he made his way toward me. "I've never rocked so hard in my life."
He extended his hand and I gave it a shake. It was still a bit wet, which was of no surprise since he had been sweating like crazy on stage.
I looked him over and was completely enamored. He had taken his shirt off and his huge muscles were glistening in the early evening light. He had pulled his hair back into a ponytail and it showed off his chiseled face.
"I'm Derek, by the way," he said.
I introduced my self and we exchanged a little small talk. The longer he stood next to me, the more I could smell the sweat from his body. His pits were most noticeable, but I could also smell the distinct odor of feet. I looked down and saw he still had his Doc Marten's on.
"So you seem to be a pretty big fan of our stuff. I see you at almost all of our gigs, especially the last few legs of this tour," he said, giving a smirk.
"Yeah your music is awesome," I lied.
"And I'm guessing you came here for an autograph?" he asked, stepping closer to me.
"Well, I um..." I muttered.
He gave a slight laugh. "Nah, I'm not stupid, I know you don't want and autograph. I know what you're here for."
I took a deep gulp, wondering what he was going to do next. Surely he wasn't gonna kick my ass, but was he really going to give me what I came here for?
"There's a couch in the back room. Get in there and kneel. I'll be back there in 5 minutes," he ordered.
I didn't hesitate a second making my way into the back of the trailer. He was right, there was a small blue couch along the wall, with just enough room for me to kneel in front of it.
Those five minutes seemed like an eternity. I listened for every sound of movement from the other room, hoping it was him making his way to the back.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, the door creaked open, and Derek stepped in.
Kneeling in front of him, he looked like a god. Towering above me, his head almost touching the ceiling, muscles bulging and glistening above me, and the distinct smell of his feet wafting toward my nose. I was speechless.
He walked around me and sat on the couch. His legs were so long that when he spread them, my upper body was surrounded by his huge thighs. He was wearing ripped jean shorts and his abs were shredded above his waistline.
He said nothing. Only tapped me on the head and pointed at his right boot. I needed no instructions, and he knew that. I immediately began untying his huge boot. His legs were so long that stretching them out to lift up his foot meant that my body was pressed up against the chair at the other side of the trailer.
I could feel the heat from the inside as I slowly worked his tight boot off of his hot, sweaty, stinky foot. It took a few good tugs, but eventually the boot gave way and his beautiful size 14 foot emerged from its cage.
He was wearing white socks that went to mid-calf, and it was completely doused in sweat. The heat, the wetness, the size, and the smell of his foot was overwhelming.
Before I could do anything, he spoke.
"Sniff."
That was it. The simplest of instructions. I took in a deep breath through as I pressed my nose into the crease between his toes and the sole of his foot. My face was drenched with the wetness of his sock, and my mind was in a total haze because of the smell.
"Smells good, doesn't it boy?"
All I could do was moan in pleasure as I rubbed and sniffed his huge foot pressing against my face.
"That's an hour's worth of hard working stink, boy. You had better appreciated all of it.
I spent at least 10 minutes rubbing and sniffing that funky sock as he shouted instructions at me like, "Let me hear you sniff!" and "Put my funky toes in your mouth!"
Eventually he let me take off his sock and I got access to the real thing. I honestly cannot even explain how amazing it was too feel his hot foot pressed against my face. The feeling of his bare sole against my cheeks, nose, and mouth almost made me cum in my pants.
The smell of his bare foot was so much more intense than his sock.
"Get right in between those toes, boy. That's where the funk its," he ordered.
I wanted so badly to lick them from the bottom to the top, to put his smelly, salty toes in my mouth. But I knew I needed to wait.
As I worshiped his right foot, I noticed that he was slowly taking the boot and sock off of his left.
"On your back," he demanded. I laid perfectly on my back right under his legs.
He placed his right foot on my chest. It was so big and powerful, it almost covered the width of my whole body. And the heat was still radiating from it and I could feel it in my chest.
Then he lifted his left foot and placed it firmly on my nose. The smell was even more intense than his right foot (which almost seemed impossible!) as he smothered my nose and forced me to sniff his stinky toes.
He laughed softly as he watched me squirm for breath under his foot. He slathered his wet left foot all over my face, marking me with his foot scent.
"Alright boy, now lick," he ordered, and I began tasting the salty goodness of his humongous feet.
I licked like a hungry animal that hadn't eaten in a week, my tongue making its way in and out of the crevices of his toes, tasting the sweaty glory of his soles.
He repositioned himself a bit, and brought his right foot up to also cover my face. His feet were so big they completely covered my face as I breathed in the sweaty, salty, spit covered god-feet on top of me.
"Ready for the main course?" I heard his voice boom.
Main course? What was that? The appetizer?
I didn't have to ask, as I looked up and saw him standing above me and dropping his sweat-soaked shorts to his ankles. He towered over me lying under him, and I could see clearly that he was fully hard.
And damn, what they say about big feet was true of Derek. His massive, uncut cock jutted out from his body and his balls swung between his legs, about three full inches.
I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I wanted to taste his balls and cock so bad.
And that's just what I got.
He slowly kneeled down on top of my face and I got a nose full of sweaty taint and a forehead covered in wet ball sack.
I began licking like crazy, tasting the amazing flavor of his taint, ass, and balls sweat. He furiously jerked his massive dick, occasionally moving a bit backwards so he could shove a few inches in my mouth.
The taste of his precum mixed with his sweat was intoxicating. I kept licking and sniffing and at last, I felt my cock, which had been straining in my pants for the last hour, explode. I was cumming in my pants as this smelly, sweaty hunk was smothering me with his balls and taint.
I moaned loudly as I blew my load, and that must have been enough for Derek too, because he sat back on my chest and pointed his cock directly at my sweat covered face.
Rope after rope of hot cum sprayed against my face. I opened my mouth and tried to get every last drop in, which was impossible because each spurt of cum was more violent than the last.
After the last bit of jizz had escaped his monstrous cock, Derek leaned forward and placed his dick on face, with his balls on my chin.
I took one final, deep sniff of the this most amazing man.