Gay Erotic Stories

The following are four emails I sent from China to Tom, my foot friend living in Seattle. It describes my encounter with John in Beijing. I got to know John via ICQ, and found out that we both enjoy bondage and the male feet. I am 41, Chinese Canadian male, and athletic. I live in Hong Kong now. John is 28, Chinese male, a little introverted, and non-athletic. John lives in the Chinese city of Chengdu. All accounts that follows did happen, but all names, including mine (Oki is my handle), are fictitious. Our encounter was in May 1998, at the Kempinski Hotel. Readers can contact me at okiwrx@hotmail.com. Day 1 - Our First Encounter Hi Tom, Our first encounter was GREAT! A bit uneasy because we have never met before, but when I first saw John greeting me, I felt very comfortable, in fact attracted to his physique. John does not look like his 28 years, more like 20. He has not gotten an ounce of fat on his body, and his skin complexion is so perfect. We had dinner and I steered the conversation to our fetish. He was a little uneasy at first. We then went up to our room and I wasted no time. John preferred me to keep my socks on and throughout the session, he fondled my socked feet. He brought some ropes (lots of ropes) and I thought I was doing the tying - wrong...I got tied instead. He was ravaging my feet and body! John has such lovely soles...smooth and definitely lickable. Even the sight of his soles can give me a hard-on. I liked it very much when I was lying on the bed, with his soft tender soles one of each side of my face. His feet are so clean and soft that it's like baby's feet. We used our feet to caress each other's faces, nipples, genitals...you got the idea, and it's so relaxed. This was the first time I ever held another person's cock and balls in my hands, felt it harden, and felt the pre-cum. It's so exciting. In hindsight, it's fortunate in that he did not tie my hands, otherwise it'd be such a torture! Our first session lasted two hours and it was still too short. Thinking back, I specifically enjoyed this view: both his hot soles in front of me with his erect cock in the background. I still recall the feelings of his soles rubbing over my nipples, proceeding down to my cock. A man knows how another man feels and what he wants! And it sure felt better than doing it with a woman. We later went down for a coffee and chatted for another 2 hours. Both of us were happy that we met. I think we'll be sad to say goodbye this Friday. Tomorrow evening we are meeting again. We still can spend three more evenings together and we will go to one of the gay hang outs. John is talking about moving to Canada and he does not know where exactly to go. I told him that if he chooses Vancouver, then you and him can possibly meet each other. Tom, our session was so hot that I jerked off twice afterwards. I never knew that I could do this at 41. Oki Day 2 Hi Tom, Day Two, another memorable day with my newfound friend, John. I finished my day early at 5pm and returned to the hotel at 6pm. John's already there waiting for me in the lobby and we went up to the room. It turned out that John had bought me some ointment for my right sole, because he said that my right sole has some skin peeling off. He asked me to take off my socks and he put the ointment on, lovingly. His act of putting on the ointment gave me hard-on in two minutes, on the spot. We then watched TV, my feet resting in his lap, with him making love to my feet. I find that John really has an attraction to feet. On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the most intense, his attraction to feet is either 9 or 10, while mine is 4 to 5. John's foot caress had finally brought me to the point that I suggested we move over to the bed. We striped naked, brought out the ropes, and I lay there prone. Next thing I knew, John had tied both my feet together, this time really tight so that I could not move at all. He tickled me and the only thing I could do was to gently 'protect' my poor soles from his scratches, by twisting my feet and squirming my body. Well, this squirming did not last long, because he promptly tied my hands across my back, my right wrist to his right ankle, and left wrist to his left ankle. It was a tight bondage, because I still have the marks on my wrists and ankle to show. And I love it. I found myself held motionless and up to John's mercy. His fingers danced all over my helpless soles, my hands no match for his powerful feet. One second he would stretch his legs wide so that my hands were stretched even more, and the next second, he would squeeze his feet together against the side of my body so that I could NOT move at all. He wouldn't even let me squirm my ass because his feet would rest on them soon as he saw me humping in excitement. The only thing I could do was to focus on his touch, my hard penis peeking out from under my belly, in his full view. I think he enjoyed the sight of my precum at the tip of my cock. He would sometimes stop and move his hands all over my body, and by the time it's half an hour afterwards, my cock was aching to come, but I couldn't because John wouldn't let (help?) me. And I was telling you that I had planned to tease him! Finally, John jerked off at my feet, literally. It was sensual, with the room full of the smell of cum. He then turned me over, still bound tight, and jerked me off. The way he did me was eye-opening - he sucked/squeezed/sniffed at my feet, his hands busy at my balls and cock, and both his soft soles danced over my nipples and face. I could only turn my head left and right and gave out sighs of enjoyment. After about 20 minutes of this sweet agony, I came all over John's hands. We laughed, but it's not over yet. John caressed my entire body and rested his head on my chest for several minutes, before releasing me, apparently satisfied. Tom, I thought descriptions like the above can only be found in George's feet story, but it just happened to me a few hours ago! We then went downtown and ate at footstalls (actually hawkers) in downtown Beijing. Afterwards, we went to the Red Lion Pub and listened to some music. John found the music (John Denver-type country music) a bit too loud so we left. I just got back to my room. What is in stall for me tomorrow, I wonder? And where the hell did John learn how to tie so good? He's full of imagination. I should have expected this because John's a quiet kind of guy, and quiet people think a lot. When I return to Hong Kong this Friday, I will sorely miss this foot friend. I will ask John to take some photos tomorrow. Until then, it's another sleepless night for me. I've got enough memory to jerk myself off again. Tough life. Oki Day 3 Hi Tom, this is the continuation of the saga... I met John at 5.30 PM today, half an hour earlier than yesterday. We briefly went up to my room and chatted, then went to a teahouse in old Beijing. We watched acrobats and musicians play, but both of us spent most of our time chatting about foot and bondage. I have never been so open. We even talked about sizes of our various body parts and preferred bondage positions etc. The evening air of Beijing was a bit humid last night, and when we got back to the hotel room, I took a shower. It felt refreshing and clean. I changed into my bathrobes and sat next to John. Again, we were fixing our eyes (not attention!) on the TV in front of us, but John was massing my left thigh with his socked feet. After a few minutes, I gently grabbed both his tender, socked feet and peeled off his socks. Geez, how very soft are those flawless feet!! I used my camera to take some photos, and he took some of mine. We then laid back on the couch again and John rubbed my stiff cock between his soles. My heart raced, breathing became short, and I knew that John must have been enjoying the show (definitely not the TV). Then, a strange thing happened. I could not take his foot masturbation any longer and asked John if he wants to go to bed and do something more. He said he would rather not because he's tired. He promised that tonight will be wild, and he'll let me tie him down. What a tease! Is Carl a sadist? Does he not know that my cock is aching to cum? Since it was already midnight, we said goodbye. What will happen tomorrow night? I will take photos as a souvenir, and after tonight, I will sorely miss this dear friend, with whom I have been 100% open and revealing (literally). Oki Day 4 Hi Tom, Today, a most, most, unforgettable day in my entire 41 years. Finished my day early and John came up at 4.30 PM. I could never have imagined what could happen next... Soon after we entered my room, I asked John to take shower. I thought that now I would have my turn to thoroughly enjoy John's lovely body, so as soon as he cleaned up, I took a shower myself. When I came out, John was already in bed, nude but under blankets. I jumped in, and we watched TV while huddled together. John said he like the muscles and hair on my body, and within 2 minutes started fondling my sensitive nipples. It turned out that he was preparing me through arousal and I was squirming uncontrollably under his soft touch. I noticed that John had a drop of precum on his penis. I proceeded to tie him up, and took some pictures of his various bound positions. I then laid down the camera, sucked and licked his lovely soles, and moved up to kiss his tender balls and fully erect penis. It's a nice, tender feeling to feel another man's stiff genitals in my palms. John was now stiffening his body and I could see that he, like me, enjoyed every moment of it. However, I could also sense that he was more interested in having control then being put in such a compromising position, because he said he wanted to be untied. I obeyed. Soon after he was let free, John turned around and forced me down without saying a word...I was again lying prone on the bed, dumbfounded at his sudden use of force. This time, John did not ask me if I preferred the bondage to be tight or lose. He tied my feet tight, in a way that was very different from last time. He first tied my soles tight together at the balls of the feet, so that both soles were pressed tight together. He then tied my ankles tight together. He then worked up and tied my knees in the same way. He was using so much force that I could not resist. My wrists were then tied very tight behind my back, and then he tied my elbows together as closely as possible. I thought that 5 ropes were the max he could think off, but again, John proved me wrong. John proceeded to put a rope between my wrists and my ankles. By now, I was stretched like a U, my aching penis striking out in anticipation, ready to shoot a load. I was longing for John's touch on my penis, but he only focused on my soles. I realized now that there was no way I could 'protect' my tender soles from John's fingernails! He tickled me and bit my foot all over the place. One moment, he would put my toes between his teeth so that my toes could not even wriggle, while his hands were making scratch marks all over my soles. I tried hard to squirm and wriggle my body, but Tom, it would be painful for me to even exert any force...his bondage on me was so tight that any force on my part to fight the bonds would result in my cutting off my own circulation. I could only lay there, helplessly living through my torture. What a torture...it lasted at least 20 minutes. By now, my body was sweating and I was panting heavily. From the corner of my eyes, I saw John started taking photos of my predicament. The photo session gave me a chance to catch my breath. Just as I started to relax a little, I felt John grabbing my penis forcefully and jerking me off vigorously. I began to let out sighs of contentment but he stifled my sighs by forcing his soles against my mouth. I lapped at his feet and could not utter a sound. Then one of his soles started rubbing my nipples. I could only lay there enjoying the sensation. After 10 minutes of this torment, I was begging that he let me come. But John modulated the pace of his jerking action on my penis. Before I could come, he would slow down. It was tough. Tom...you should try having this done to you...it maybe more fun to watch then being subjected to it. Finally, I could resist no more. I was so tired that I could only lay there and let John 'rape' me. My penis had been aching for half an hour already, I was dying to explode, but my climax was not in my control. It must be sensual to watch this. After John had had his fun, he suddenly increased the jerking frequency of his hands, and nibbled at my nipples. My bondage was so intense, and my natural tendency to straighten my own body was strong, that my hands and ankles started to go numb. Again, I came in John's hands, and at the same time, both my legs developed a cramp (goes to show how much force I was uncontrollably exerting on myself). John wiped the cum off my penis, which he scrutinized until it shrunk. He then used another Kleenex to wipe my penis clean. By now, I was lying there like a lame sheep, hoping that I could catch some rest. My bondage was still tight, and I had to try relaxing my body so that the blood circulation can resume. Just when I began to come back to my senses, John started to fondle my soles again. By now, I was so tired that I could not fight anymore. My soles were at his mercy, and he could do whatever he wanted. I could not move any longer. I could feel John jerking off himself, while burying his face between my poor soles, now red with his scratches and teeth marks. Through this I attempted to relax myself by contracting my knees, so that I could shorten the distance between my ankles and wrists, thereby lessening the tension on my wrists; but as soon as John sensed this, he pulled at my soles and I ended up tightly stretched once again. For once, I felt that my body had become a tool for his enjoyment. Submission felt great. John ejaculated after a long while and I thought I would faint...the tension on my hands, my elbows, and my back, were exceedingly high. After he came, he left the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, leaving me stilled tied on the bed, panting. John came back, kissed and caressed my tired, tormented, limp and used body. When he untied me, I was so weak that I could not even move. I just laid there, trying to recoup my strength. We found out later than we had spent two hours during this session. We later went to dinner at a Korean restaurant, and went to a gay bar. The evening concluded half an hour ago, when John dropped me off in the cab and returned to his hotel. He's flying at 8.55 am tomorrow. I promised John that we would meet again. In fact, I shall arrange time to fly up to Chengdu to meet him, so that he would not need to spend so much money. In the cab, we held each other's hands and he massaged the rope marks on my wrists and elbows. I told John as we said goodbye, that I will send him the photos tomorrow, and that I will chat with him again on ICQ tomorrow evening. We usually chat at 11pm. Tom, if I see that you are on line, I will invite you to join in the chat. I will SORELY miss John, and I am sad to leave him. This week has been a monumental week for me. What had happened would be a secret that not even my closest friends nor family will know. John and I have an experience that only the two of us shared. We even divided the ropes between ourselves as a souvenir. Room 1544 of the Beijing Kempinski Hotel will forever provide me with the fondest memory. One that I shall cherish and never ever forget. Oki