Mello shows Dawgz 👣 on live. Pt 1
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Mello shows Dawgz 👣 on live. Pt 1
Dane chillin' with his Dawgz 👣 out
OMG so yummmm 😍
I've been wanting to sleep with Patrick ever since he moved in. Everything about him is perfect; face body, smile, voice and how much he love to walk barefoot around the house.
He's hooked up with a lot of guys, straight or gay, married or single, he can get any man he wants easily. I've spent nights jerking off to the sounds coming out of his room hoping someday I'll get the chance myself.
I've been trying for a while to suggest we sleep together but I never really got to do it. I know he is out of my league but I get hard every time I see him and I wanted to get my chance.
I finally decided to try my luck one afternoon. I waited for him to go the common area and then I joined him. He was looking as sexy as he always does. Oversized sweater, sexy short shorts, and barefoot.
"Hey Patrick! How are you doing today?"
"Hey! Doing great, you?"
"I'm good. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"So you know... I've been wanting for a while to... like... see if you'd like to maybe... sleep with me..."
"Oh wow. You're really into me. What do you like about me? I always like to know."
"Well you know, you're really good looking, like head to toe. I mean it. It's okay if you don't want to. Just wanted to shoot my shot."
"Oh it's okay, don't worry. I've caught you looking at me before and at my feet specifically. That head to toe might be too literal, no?"
"It's embarrassing but yeah I'm into feet. Sorry if it's weird."
"No it's okay. So you wanna have sex with me?"
"Well yeah. I mean if you want to!"
"Come with me."
I followed him to his room. He sat on his bed with both of his feet facing my horizontally.
"Undress."
I took all of my clothes off as fast as I could.
"Oh I thought you'd be hard!"
"What do you mean? I'm hard."
"Oh. That's... sure! It's fine I didn't mean anything bad."
I was so embarrassed by that. I didn't know what to say and I was just so horny.
"So tell me, what do you like about my feet? I've had multiple people worship them, you know."
"Your soles are just perfect, soft and nice with your toes. It just gets me horny every time I see them."
"Oh you must be horny almost all the time then since I moved here! That's nice to know."
"Hope this isn't weird. I'm sorry if it is."
"No it's fine. I have a question. I've never seen you have guys over. Are you a virgin?"
"That's a but embarrassing as well but... yeah. It's just-"
"It's okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about or to explain. We all started somewhere. And you're lucky to have me."
This got me so relieved and horny I wanted us to start already. His soles facing me, his voice, his ass... my dream was about to get true.
He leaned forward and touched my dick in two fingers and with a smile on his face placed it between his feet.
"Fuck my feet! Go slow and steady and keep your eyes at my soles."
I was in heaven. I never imagined my dick would touch his soles but here I was. I was feeling pleasure I've never felt before... until I burst my biggest load ever. I could see how shocked he was.
"Ohh. That was... okay. A big load! Wow. You lost your virginity, I guess. Well that was pretty fun no?"
"I'm sorry I just got to horny-"
"Again no explanation needed. But like let's be real here! You don't get more than that. Like you know you are lucky to have my feet but you can't get more. Like no shame but based on your size and how long you last."
It just hit me that I blow my chance to have anything more. I felt amazing to be between his feet but I really wanted more.
"You don't have to say anything. But you can I guess date my feet?! Like be good and you'll get them every now and then. Clean them, with your tongue and think about it."
Before he finished his sentence I was all over them, kissing and licking them. They tasted vinegary and salty from my load.
"So?"
"I think you're right. I'll be so honored to date your feet. I really wanna do this again. I'll be taking care of all the house work from now on as well. Thank you so much for this."
"Perfect! Now please clean the place. I have a date tonight and I want the place to be nice! Impress me and maybe tomorrow you can have sex again."
I rushed to clean the place as he got dressed and left. After a few hours he came back. I was in my room and could here them making out as they went to his room. The sounds then changed to moans and I did what I always do and started to jerk off, before cumming in a few seconds.
I'd known Erik for six years. We met at a mutual friend's birthday, ended up talking until the bar closed, and that was it. We'd been close ever since.
The breakup with Luka had hit him harder than he let on. I could tell because he stopped bringing it up. Erik didn't go quiet when things were fine.
I suggested the mountain house. His family had a place up there. The city wasn't helping. Too many places that would remind him of things. Too many people who would ask.
He said yes without thinking about it.
He drove. Four hours with the weather already turning, sky low and grey by the time we hit the mountain roads. He didn't talk much, but that was fine.
The house was cold when we unlocked it. Erik went straight to the heating panel, then upstairs to shower. When he came back down the heat hadn't caught up yet, he had his puffer on over his pyjama pants, a trapper hat, but bare feet. He dropped onto the sofa letting out a sigh.
I grabbed my things and went up to shower.
When I came back down he hadn't moved. Stretched out across the sofa, feet up on the far cushion. Outside the storm had settled into something steadier.
I sat at the other end. His feet came to rest against my leg.
I'd seen them plenty of times before. The beach last summer, sleepovers, lazy Sundays on someone's couch. They were my type. Long toes, high arch, smooth soles. I'd never said anything about it.
"How are you doing?"
"Better. Good to be out of there."
We talked for a while. At some point Luka came up.
"I don't even know if I miss him. The idea of it. That's what I miss. What I thought it was going to be."
I didn't say anything. He shifted against the cushions and looked at the ceiling. His foot moved against my leg, just a slow press.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You've got a thing. With feet."
He looked at me.
"I've noticed it. For a while. I wasn't going to say anything, but... I don't know. It seemed like a good night to ask."
I didn't answer right away.
"Yeah."
He didn't move his feet.
"So what do you actually do with it?"
"Erik."
"I'm asking."
He looked back at the ceiling.
"It's just like any other thing. I don't get why people make it weird."
"I'm not shaming you. I'm curious."
"It's... I don't know. Smell them. Touch them. Kiss them."
"Okay. I've been told I have nice feet."
He put both feet in my lap.
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to make this weird."
"Wait, do you think they're ugly?"
"No."
He flexed his toes slowly, watching me.
I put my hands on his soles. They were soft, bigger than I expected up close. I started to rub them slowly.
I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything.
I worked my thumb along his arch. He let me. After a moment he raised his left foot and rested it against my jaw. Then dragged it slowly up across my face.
I kept rubbing his right foot.
He pressed his left foot against my nose. I breathed in.
He held it there for a second, then lowered it down, letting his big toe settle against my lips.
I didn't move.
"Go ahead."
I opened my mouth and took it in. Started sucking on it slowly.
He exhaled through his nose. Still watching me.
He removed his toes from my mouth and pointed down at the floor. I got down off the sofa. Onto my knees at the end of it, facing him, his feet right in front of me.
I bent down and put my mouth on his sole.
I worked slowly. His arch, his heel, back up to his toes. Both feet. I took my time. He let me. I could hear the storm outside and nothing else.
At some point he put one hand behind his head. Completely still. Completely at ease.
I kissed along his sole and took his toes back in, one at a time. My hands wrapped around his foot and I stayed there, on the floor, at his feet.
"You know what? I could get used to this."
Moet je zien
Moet je zien
I’ll play your game