This is a true story about an experience that I had about 3 years ago. I think it's pretty hot, so I've decided to share it. I've changed the involved person's name, but other than that, the details remain the same.
This is my first story so please forgive my style and any errors. Feedback is always welcome. My email is ryanwinters83@gmail.com.
The story happened when I was 28. At the time and up to this day, my boyfriend and I live together and are in an open relationship.
It was a Friday night in the summer at around 2:30 am. I had just come back from a recently opened gay club downtown and was pretty drunk, but not to the point that I was dizzy. I knew that if I went upstairs to my suite, I probably wouldn't leave, so instead, I went on grindr in the lobby of my building.
I consider myself a pretty looking guy and usually get a lot of messages on grindr. I'm 5"11. At the time, I had a slightly muscular but not overly built body, having gone to the gym about 4-5 days per week. My head was shaved. Still, either it's me or grindr but the many messages that I would get wouldn't usually translate into hookups.
There had been a guy around my age named Chris who I'd seen around and had always found hot. He was about my height, had a shaved head, scruff and was well built too. When he was younger, he was quite a twink, but not anymore. I had known that Chris was into kink, having seen his profile on Recon, but I had always been too shy to message him. However, on this night, I got a message from Chris.
"Into dom sub play?" he asked.
"Yes. Love it," was my response. I wondered how he knew, but didn't bother to ask.
"Need me feet worshipped."
"I love foot worship." I answered. I was in total shock. Here was a guy who I had always found extremely hot who I had always wanted to fool around with and who wanted his feet worshipped, which was something that I had a secret fetish for.
"Want me to wear my high tops?" Chris asked.
"Sure, that's hot," was my response.
Chris then sent me his address and right away, I was outside getting a taxi.
We continued to chat while I was in the cab.
"Are you wearing a cock ring, boy?" He asked.
"No, don't have mine on," I answered. I lied. I didn't own a cockring. However, having Chris call me "boy" made me horny and fed right into my fantasy of submitting to him.
"What are you wearing?"
"Shorts, t shirt and a hoodie."
"Cool."
It didn't take long before I got to Chris' condo. It was downtown and I only lived a few miles away in midtown. When I got into the vestibule area, I started to get nervous. Even though I was in an open relationship, I hadn't gone through with something like this before. Usually and even with my boyfriend, it was very vanilla sex. Also, even though I knew what Chris looked like having seen him out, I wasn't sure if he had ever noticed me and I was worried that he wouldn't think that I looked like my profile picture. I'm pretty insecure that way.
I took a minute to breath and then punched in the buzzer code. There was a pause. For a second, I was worried that Chris was looking at a lobby display video stream on his television and had decided that he wasn't interested.
"Come up," he finally answered in the intercom and then buzzed me up. His voice was deeper than I thought it would be.
I was soon at Chris' door and knocked to let him know I was there.
"Come in," he responded.
I slowly opened the door, not too sure what to expect.
Chris was getting to the door as I was opening it. He actually looked better than I remembered from seeing him out at the clubs. He was wearing a white jock, a white tank top and black and red high tops. His chest was hairy, which I didn't expect, and I found it hot.
I started making out with Chris while we were in his hallway. His scruff burned my face but I didn't mind it. I went to reach for his cock, but he pushed my hands away. He then reached for my now hard cock, which is about 7.5" inches hard and started jerking me off.
"Like that boy?"
"Yes," I answered.
Chris then led me to his living room. While we passed his bedroom, there was a harness and leather handcuffs on the bed. I wanted him to use them on me, but was nervous about losing control with a guy I hardly knew.
Chris led me to the couch in his living room, where we made out for a few more minutes.
"Going to do what you came here for boy?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Yes, who?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, feeling uncomfortable but at the same time turned on about calling someone my own age and who I was more muscular and likely stronger than "sir."
Chris didn't need to say anything else. I got on the floor right away and Chris put his high tops right in my face. I was in heaven. This had been something that I had always wanted to do, but never thought would actually happen. I started kissing and licking the tops of Chris' shoes.
"Get naked, boy," Chris instructed me after about 5 minutes of worshipping his high tops. I did as I was told and took off my clothes. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I got back on the ground and started to jerk it while worshipping Chris' shoes.
What Chris did next, wasn't expected. He got up, slapped me in the face and then spit right onto my face too.
"Didn't tell you that you could touch yourself boy," he said.
"Sorry sir," I answered.
"It's ok. You like my spit?" He asked. I did. There was something that felt good about being used like this by Chris. To this day, I still can't understand why I enjoy being sub. All I know is that I crave being spit on, pissed on, slapped, spanked and made to worship feet, pits and ass.
"Good," Chris responded and spit on me again. "More?"
"Yes," I answered shyly.
"Open you mouth."
I did as I was told and opened my mouth.
"Look at me." Chris said in a firm voice.
I looked up. Then, this time, he spit right into my mouth. I kept my mouth open, knowing that he would like that.
"Swallow." He commanded and I did as I was told.
"You can now take off my shoes and get to my feet," Chris said getting back to the couch.
This was what I had waited for. Of all the kinks that I am into, for some unknown reason, foot worship turns me on the most. My ex boyfriend when I was 19 to 21 used to make me worship his feet all the time. He was 20 to 23 when we dated. Even after we broke up, we would sometimes get together and fool around. He'd always have me worship his feet and I loved it. Still, while my ex was hot, Chris had a much more dominant personality than him and was better looking. There was also something very hot about going over to a complete stranger's house who I've always been attracted to and submitting to him.
I took off Chris' shoes one by one, sniffing his feet as they came out fresh from his shoes. They had a sweaty smell to them from being in his high tops without socks. With both his feet out of their shoes, I got to worshipping Chris' feet. They were, without exaggeration, perfect. They were about size 11, slightly hairy, and smooth. I sucked Chris' toes, licked his soles, and kissed his feet all over. Every so often, Chris would slap me with his feet or just rest them on my face as if to put me in his place.
I worshipped Chris' feet for about 20 minutes. Being so into it, I didn't even pay attention to what he was doing. When I finally looked up, I saw that Chris was rock hard and stroking his cock.
"You can touch yourself boy," Chris said having noticed that I was looking at him.
Now given permission, I started jerking off slowly not wanting to end the night too early. However, it was now about 4:00 am and as much as I was enjoying myself, I was exhausted.
"Come with me," Chris said after I only got a few strokes in. I followed him to bathroom, disappointed that I was done worshipping his feet and couldn't jerk off anymore.
"Get in the tub," Chris said once we got in the bathroom. I did as I was told, knowing what to expect. First, however, Chris spat and slapped me once more.
"You were a good boy," he said.
"Thanks," I answered.
Chris didn't say anything and began pissing on my face. I pulled away, not being used to being pissed on, but Chris grabbed what little hair I had, and held me head firm so I couldn't back away.
"Open your mouth," he said.
This time I didn't obey. As much as getting pissed on was hot to me, I still was nervous about having another guy piss in my mouth.
"You want my feet again, boy?" Chris asked.
"Yes, sir." I answered honestly.
"Then open up," Chris said.
Fuck. I knew I didn't have much of a choice. Being at Chris' feet was one of the hottest sexual experiences I had ever had and I could tell that he wasn't fucking around with me.
"Please, sir." I begged one more time to test Chris' resolve.
"Last chance,"he said firmly and this time, I was certain Chris meant business. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and within a moment, Chris' piss started to fill my mouth. I never expected piss to taste like it did. It had a saline waterlike taste to it that is difficult to describe.
"Good boy," Chris said as his piss started to overflow out of my mouth. Despite feeling dirty about being turned into Chris' urinal, I was hard as hell.
Soon, the stream of piss stopped and I spit out the remaining piss.
"Next time boy, you're going to swallow." Chris said.
"Ok," I answered.
"Now that's enough for this time." Chris said and left me in the bathroom dripping with his piss. As I sat in the bathtub taking in what happened, Chris came back with my clothing.
"You can take a shower and then go. I'm off to bed," Chris said as he dropped my clothing and a towel on the floor and left. "And don't jerk off in my bathroom."
I quickly showered, dressed and was on my way home. Finally, when I got home it was already 5:00 am. My boyfriend was passed out on the bed. I was still horny as fuck and had to jerk off . It didn't take long jerking off to my night's experience, that I shot one of the biggest loads ever.
That night over 3 years ago was the start of my many encounters with Chris. Much more has happened since then and I have a lot of experiences to share not just involving Chris but with other dom tops and also sub bottoms.
This is my first time recounting my sexual experiences so let me know your thoughts and whether you want to hear more.