Gay Erotic Stories

I guess my love for sandals and feet started when I was a young kid. I can remember my older girl cousins holding me down and making me smell their sweaty feet. Even though they thought they were punishing me, I always got enjoyment and sometimes an erection from it. As I think back, there are also memories of being at my aunt’s house. She had a nice variety of sandals and I fondly recall slipping them on my feet and masturbating while staring at my toes in the girlie shoes. When I became a teenager, my foot and sandal fetish intensified. I would often find myself sitting in class staring at girls’ feet and wishing I could crawl over and suck their toes. I would race home, mind filled with images of painted toenails and strappy sandals, and jack off. When I could muster up the courage, I would often ask my girlfriends could I suck their toes. Many of them thought it was an odd request, but they often obliged. I savored the moments when I could suck their toes and lick their soles, dipping my tongue in the sweaty, stinky crevices. This always produced a bone throbbing erection and the girls, seeing my excitement, became willing participants in my fantasy. Even though I was happy playing with women’s feet, my ultimate fantasy was sucking a guy’s toes and playing with his feet. As I got older and more comfortable with my homosexual feelings, the attention that was once given to women’s feet turned to men’s feet. When I went off to college, I was determined to fulfill my secret desires and I had plenty of feet to choose from. It seemed that college kids loved either going barefoot or wearing sandals. The sights that I found most erotic were men that wore thong flip-flop sandals. The sight of a hunky college guy with muscular feet and groomed toenails in a pair of thong sandals always gave me an erection and plenty of jack-off material. I thought that I kept my lust for men’s feet hidden away, but little did I know that one of my buddies had picked up on my desires. None of my friends, or so I thought, suspected that I was gay. I am about 5’7” and even though I am rather short, I make up for it with my body. I am a pretty muscular guy with a broad chest, big arms and legs, and a v-shaped back. I’ve been known to pick a fight or two when I’m drunk and can be a “hard-ass” when I want to. I am a fraternity president and a pretty popular guy on campus who had never had a problem getting a date. Even though I could get plenty of women, I want nothing more than to be some guy’s bitch and let him have his way with me. There was one guy in particular whom I really wanted: my best friend, Ben. Ben was a cool guy with fucked-up sense of humor and an easy-going persona. I loved to hang around him. Even though we hung around each other quite a bit, I rarely got to see his feet. On the rare occasions that I did catch a glimpse, they made my mouth water. His feet were gorgeous. Every toe was perfectly shaped, with well-groomed nails. His soles looked pink and smooth, perfect for licking. But there was no way I could ever have his feet. Or so I thought. We were out in the mall shopping when Ben told me something that totally bowled me over. “I wanna buy me a pair of those Reef thong sandals like you’ve got. I’m tired of always wearing tennis shoes.” So Ben bought his sandals and I could not have been happier. The next day, Ben showed up at my apartment. As I opened the door, I noticed that he had his sandals on. While trying not to stare at his feet, I commented, “Man, your sandals look cool.” To which he replied, “Yeah, I like ‘em a lot.” After our exchange about the sandals, everything went on as normal. Later on that night, I was expecting a phone call from some friends that we were supposed to meet up with later. However, we needed more booze. Since I was 21 and Ben was 19, I had to go get it. So I told Ben to wait at my place and answer the phone. After I got the booze and came back, we met up with our friends and the night went as planned. When the night was over, Ben asked could he sleep at my place since he was drunk as shit. I gave Ben the couch and I went in my room and went to sleep. I woke up the next day with a slight pain in my arm. It took me a while to realize that I was tied to my bed. Confused and slightly alarmed, I began yelling. Hearing the curse words, Ben came into my room. He had a mischievous grin on his face. “Did you fucking tie me up? Is this some kind of joke?” Ben, standing over me and looking at the angry look on my face replied, “Yeah, I tied you up. I thought that you needed to be restrained. I have some questions I want to ask you.” “What? Questions? Why the fuck do you need to tie me up to ask me questions? Let me out of this shit, you jackass!” Even though I was angry, the fact that Ben had done this intrigued me. However, this was all still very confusing. Ben then started to talk. “All last night I noticed you staring at my feet. Do you like my feet or something?” Trying to act disgusted, I told him no. He then replied with a slightly pissed look on his face, “Oh, I think you do. What are you, some kind of foot-lovin’ fag?” “Hell no. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Let me out of this shit, now!” “Okay,” Ben replied and walked out of the room. After yelling at him to come back and release me, I realized that I had no control in the situation. About 30 minutes later, Ben returned with a pair of scissors. “What in the fuck are you gonna do?” “You’ll see,” and then he proceeded to cut my tee shirt and boxers off. After he had gotten me totally naked, I screamed to him that he was the fag, not me. Grinning, he simply replied, “We’ll see about that, Kevin. Even though we’re best friends, I sometimes think you’re a bit too cocky. I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.” With that, Ben squatted over my chest and placed his dick at my mouth. The smell of his sweaty cock was overwhelming. As soon as his dick got close to my face, I could smell it. “Suck it, fag!” “Fuck you!” I yelled. “ I know you want to. Just suck it. I’m not untying you until you do it.” Thinking that I didn’t have any other choice and realizing that he was giving me a way to fulfill a long held fantasy, I opened my mouth and licked the head. It didn’t take long for me to get in the groove of sucking his dick. The heat and power of his dick, combined with the constant drool of pre-cum and the smell, drove me absolutely wild. It didn’t take long for me to get hard and Ben noticed it. “I guess you really are a fag. Look at your dick; it’s hard as fuckin’ rock.” After blowing him for about 10 minutes, Ben stiffened up and groaned. “I’m cumming…oh shit!” With his dick wedged in my mouth, I didn’t have much choice in whether or not to swallow. Although, being the closet homo that I was, I would have swallowed it anyway. Ben blew his load and it came gushing into my mouth. His seed tasted wonderful. It was the sweetest, creamiest cum I have ever tasted. After he finished his orgasm, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Ben then said, “You ought to see yourself with my cum running out of your mouth.” Trying to act pissed and disgusted, I replied, “Okay, you got your blow job; now untie me.” “Oh, come on Kev; I kinda like seeing you like this,” and with that, he began stroking my throbbing cock. The attention on my dick was just what I needed; it didn’t take long for me to really get into the hand job. I shot my load all over my chest and neck. Thinking it was all over now, I was wrong. Ben then slid down to the foot of the bed and began to rub his feet in the puddles of cum that were on my chest. Smiling at me, he said, “Lick it off, bitch. Lick my funky ass feet, fag.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I licked and sucked every inch of his foot. The smell of his stinky, sweaty foot combined with the warm creamy cum was a powerful aphrodisiac. Even though I had just gotten off, the fact that I was licking and sucking my buddy’s feet was a huge turn-on. While sucking his toes, Ben began to jack his cock. He began to ask me all sorts of questions about my foot fetish. By the end of our little question and answer session, he knew all about my foot fantasies. Getting off the bed and going to my closet, Ben pulled out my box of sandals. Inside, there were over twenty pairs of sandals, most of them being various thong styles. Some pairs were women’s styles while others were men’s. Seeing the wide variety of sandals, Ben laughed. “Damn, you really are into feet and sandals. What do you do, wear em’ and jack off?” Laughing, Ben pulled out a pair of red women’s thong sandals with a heel strap. “I’m gonna make you wear these bitch shoes and fuck you.” The thought of being fucked while wearing women’s sandals was enough to make my dick throb. Ben saw my obvious excitement. “I can’t believe this shit; you’re leaking at the thought of this.” With that, he spit into his hand and rubbed it into the crack of my ass. Inserting a finger, he began to work it into my asshole. I had to admit I liked the idea of him playing in my ass. Noticing the moans and grunts coming out of my mouth, Ben said, “You like this don’t you?” “Yeah.” After playing in my ass for a few minutes, he then spit on my asshole and his cock. After rubbing the spit all around on his dick, he pushed it into my asshole. After trying to work it in for a few minutes, it finally went all the way in. I had used anal beads and butt-plugs on myself before, but nothing could compare to the warmth and fullness that his dick created in my ass. Even though there was some pain, it was nothing compared to the feeling of having my buddy’s dick up my ass. Sensing that I had adjusted to his cock, Ben began to thrust in and out of my ass. The feeling was incredible. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I guess Ben was enjoying the fucking too, because he picked up his intensity and began slamming wildly in and out of my ass. Looking at my face and seeing my pleasurable expression, he muttered, “I think you like being my bitch.” To which I replied, “Yeah, I’m your bitch…oh fuck my ass!” Seeing that we were both close to orgasm, Ben grabbed my cock and began to jack it. The sensations created from Ben jacking me off and fucking my ass, were just too much. Moaning loudly, I blew my load all over my chest, some even hitting my face. Seeing my orgasm must have triggered Ben. During my orgasm, I felt Ben slam into my ass one last time and began to unload a massive amount of cream into my ass-canal. The feeling of him shooting his load in my ass was unbelievable. I knew that I would need to experience this sensation again. After we had both blown our loads, Ben did something that surprised me. He leaned down and kissed me. After sharing the kiss, he confessed that he knew I was gay. Asking how he knew, he told me that he had often thought I was staring at him, often with a lustful look. He had also found some gay porno mags under a stack of other magazines when I went to get the booze. He figured that he would give me an easy way to come out to him and boy was I happy that he did. He admitted that he had no idea about my foot fetish, but was curious to know why I was always looking down at people’s feet. With the new information, Ben made me promise to be his “bitch” and do whatever he wanted. I happily obliged. Over the next few weeks, Ben had me do all sorts of things. He would ride his bike or jog for hours, and then make me tongue the sweat out of his ass and off his feet. He stopped wearing deodorant and would make me lick his pits. When we would hang out, I had to wear whatever pair of sandals he chose for me. I have gotten strange looks in many bars when I would walk in wearing women’s sandals. However, even though it was somewhat humiliating, the fact that I had no choice turned me on. Ben continued to fuck me and use me for his pleasure whenever he wanted. I was made to do his laundry and I was required to sleep with either a pair of his 3 or 4 day old underwear or socks wrapped over my nose. Sometimes, Ben would force me to go to class wearing a butt-plug and cockring and sit through my classes with a hard-on. Since Ben wanted to be able to fuck me whenever he wanted, he began giving me enemas. If he were feeling especially “mean”, he would give me an enema and insert a butt-plug. I was then “forced” to give him a blowjob and could not relieve myself until he came. This game taught me how to make him cum quickly with my mouth. He would not allow me to shower for several days, rub his feet in the crack of my ass and make me lick them clean. It’s been almost a year now since Ben found out about my fetish. I am completely and totally his bitch now and we love it. He has even taken to sucking my dick and eating my ass. I have never been happier and look forward to whatever else Ben makes me do.