Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2020 04:10:33 +0000
From: AB
Subject: Feet for Rent

It was July, 1983. I was a good looking 12 year old boy, wearing my tank
top, shorts and beach flip flops. A typical Latino boy with that natural
tanned skin. In that period I had not a hair in my body. I was living
with my mother in a simple apartment facing the Mediterranean coast. That
afternoon the owner of the apartment visited us mainly due to a matter of
pending monthly payments. My mother made dinner for the three of us. The
man was around 40 years old. At the dining room table my mother was
sitting to my left side in one of the corners of the table. I was sitting
in the center of the table. That man was sitting in front of me. The
conversation was going very normal, and the man even chatted with me
asking about my hobbies and things like that. When they started talking
about money and debts, my mother confessed him that it was difficult for
her to pay the rent. Some minutes later my mother went to the kitchen for
more food. Then the man looked at me and said: "If you want your mother
to have no trouble paying the rent, take off your sandals, move your
legs, put your feet where I am sitting and keep eating, everything will
be fine". When my mother came back from the kitchen I already had my bare
feet resting where he told me. They kept talking while the man was giving
me gentle massages on my feet, ankles and calves. I just let myself be
caressed, it was very pleasant. Several times his hands guided my feet to
contact with his intimate area and I could perfectly feel his hard-on.
All this went on for around 20 minutes. But then he suddenly unzipped his
pants and pulled out his cock placing my two feet in a "sandwich"
position. For some reason I was under control and started to very slowly
move up and down. Of course my mother had no clue what was going on under
the table. At one point in the conversation the man said to my mother:
"You can pay me the rent with money or we can think of other options". My
mother didn't understand that phrase. The man said: "Your son and I can
be good friends. He is welcomed to live in my house for one year. And you
have for one year the rent for free". My mother asked my opinion about
that. I just answered: "If it's OK for you, it's OK for me!". Meanwhile I
was making that man VERY happy with my tanned bare feet under the table.
So I lived with that man in his house for a year. Everyday I learned with
him a new skill. The art of caresses. How to give a full body massage.
The art of tongue-kiss. How to do the best blow-job. And of course the
main positions in anal sex. I enjoyed all that as he was very smooth with
me and with my body. In that period I didn't ejaculate yet, but yes I
could have those dry orgasms. And the man enjoyed me as he wished and
when he wished. What he really liked most was playing with me in a public
place. He always dressed me in very thin fabric pants that were like one
size smaller that it should be, in order to enhance the shape of my
buttocks when I was walking down the street with him. Many times he took
me to an acquaintance's grocery store and at the counter table introduced
me as his nephew. While talking to his friend, he was openly rubbing my
bum without the vendor being able to see it. This man always told me that
my little and round upturned 12 year old buttocks were perfectly tight,
perfectly shaped.
Some days we used to go to the cinemas. We always sat in the corner seats
in one of the rows. I used to be sitting right next to the aisle, with
nobody sitting on my other side. Once the lights in the hall turned off,
the man started tongue-kissing me every now and then. I  immediately had
my strong erection. Then I would unzip my pants, take out my dick and
balls and leaved them out of my jeans. At 12 I was still totally hairless
but my dick and balls had pretty good size for a boy my age. This way,
during the 2 hours of the movie this man did what he wanted with me.
Usually lots of tongue- kisses, stroking my chest under my shirt and
masturbating me. I used to have 3 or 4 dry orgasms in each movie.
Of course, in restaurants or bars, we repeated many times that game with
my bare feet under the table. This man taught me well and I learned fast.
I remember one night, while I was "dancing" on top of him, he told me:
"You FUCK so incredibly well!" And that year my mother was so happy not
paying the rent.