Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2016 20:30:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Open Your Mind

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Open Your Mind

By Simon Peter


I developed a special liking for men's feet a few years ago.

Before then, feet did not do much for me, sexually. I was more interested
in the face, especially the eyes, the general form of the body, slim and
fit, and of course the crotch. But feet? Nothing special there.

I met Rami, a Jordanian, online. After the initial introduction and shared
interest and photos, we started a nice virtual relationship. One evening,
as we were chatting, Rami asked me to send him a photo of my feet. I was
astounded. I expected his request to be a photo of my dick, or my butt, but
he asked for the feet. Curious, I sent him one in which I was wearing flip
flops. He got very excited and sent me back one of his own feet. As I
studied the photo, I did not find anything sexual about the feet.

They looked nice, sure, Rami had one of those killer bodies, but his feet
were the least interesting for me.

A few months after we had met online and had had some hot virtual sex
sessions, I happened to travel to Jordan. Rami was elated, so was I. I
dreamed of spending a couple of nights with this hot Arab, dark-skinned,
slim and fairly hairy body, the shadow of a beard, and most enticingly,
piercing black eyes. I sent him the name of the hotel I was staying at and
he sent me his phone number, asking me to call him as soon as I landed.

I was alone on this trip and I was looking forward to some hot sex.

"Hi, Eddy," Rami greeted me when I called him from Amman airport. Although
we had spoken online, his voice on the phone was even sexier.

"Hi, Rami," I said, my heart starting to beat a bit faster. "I have just
landed. I'm at the airport."

"Stay there," he immediately said. "I'll pick you up. It will only be 15
minutes or so."

Impatiently, I waited. I was going to meet Rami in person. I was so hoping
that he would be as sexy as I had been fantasizing.

Rami drove onto the access road where I had been waiting, driving a
Mazda. When he got out, I was dazzled by his beauty. The photos we shared
had done nothing to prepare me for this hot man. He was taller than I
anticipated, topping me by a few inches. His smile was intoxicating,
communicating a thousand emotions. His eyes seemed as if they were boring
into me, reading my innermost thoughts and emotions.

"It's so nice to meet you, at last," Rami smiled as we shook hands and
cheek-kissed, which was not strange in an Arab country. I shivered at the
touch of his lips on my cheek.

I got into the car after we put my luggage in the trunk. Rami was wearing a
polo shirt, open at the neck, showing the beginning of chest hair, and a
pair of tight jeans, bulging invitingly.

The first few minutes were a bit uncomfortable. The talk was mainly about
the flight and about my first visit to Amman. As I was studying his
profile, Rami moved his hand from the stick shift to my thigh.

"This is so different from our online sessions," Rami squeezed my thigh,
glancing at me.

I placed my hand over his: "It certainly is, Rami. And I am so glad that we
have officially met."

"Officially?" his smiled widened, and he slid his hand up to cup my crotch,
which was by then pretty much defined with a semi-erection. "I was hoping
for a more revealing official meeting," he added, winking.

I rubbed up his arm. "Very soon, Rami," I whispered in a shaking voice.

I desperately wanted to touch him down there, and his bulge certainly
showed much interest, stretching against the jeans fabric against his
thigh. But I was held back by my innate nature of reserve.

There will be enough time for me to enjoy Rami.

We went up to my room. As soon as the bellboy set my luggage in the room
and left, we kissed. Rami was hungry. He held me tight and probed his
tongue deep into my mouth, moaning. His front glued and ground onto mine
and I could feel his erection pressing on me. I had seen a photo of his
dick, but I was dying to see it for real, hold and caress and grip and
stroke it. In the photo, Rami's cock promised to be big. I knew that it was
cut and had a mushroom knob. He had told me that it was 18 cm long (around
7 inches). Mine was almost that big also, but what I felt through his jeans
probing me promised to be bigger.

We broke for a breather. As I moved away from him, I realized that I needed
a shower after the flight.

I wanted to be as clean as possible for him.

"I need to take a shower, Rami," I said as I started to unbutton my shirt.

"Let me," he moved close and fumbled at the buttons, revealing my sparsely
hairy chest. "Now, it's not just a photo," he added as he ran his hands up
and down my bare chest and around my nipples.

"Now I can feel you through my hands also."

Rami bent and kissed the side of my neck as he unbuckled my belt and undid
my pants zipper. He pulled down on the pants. My undershorts tented crazily
with my excitement. Making me sit on the bed, he kneeled and undid my
shoes. I was more conscious of the need to wash. I must have smelled quite
sweaty. I tried to pull him up, to have a chance to wash, but he insisted
on taking off my socks.

He rubbed on my feet, and I could hear him moaning. I remembered our online
conversations about feet and I was wondering if this would be a big
mistake, that I would be involved in a weird fetish instead of the hot sex
that I was hoping to have.

"Your feet are so hot, Eddy," Rami said in a shaking voice as he massaged
my toes.

"Please, Rami," I begged. "Let me shower." I was really feeling
uncomfortable, as much as I hated to stop him from touching me.

"Ok, ok," he laughed. "You think this is weird, huh?"

"Well, ummm...," I didn't know what to say. Rami looked so sexy kneeling in
front of me that I preferred he were working on my dick instead of my feet.

"It's ok, Eddy. Go get a shower. I can wait."

I rubbed and rubbed under the hot water. I made sure that my feet were
spotlessly clean. What was with the feet thing? I just couldn't understand
why Rami would be fixated on feet.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked
back into the room. Rami had already undressed and was sitting on the edge
of the bed in his briefs. He looked so hot that I lost my breath for a
couple of seconds. The towel tented as I drew near. Rami pulled me to him,
his mouth touching my erection through the towel. I dropped the towel, and
my dick sprang horizontally at his face.

"Wow," he exclaimed, fisting my shaft. "Nice, Eddy."

"Thanks," was all I could mutter. I arched my back, aching for his lips to
encircle my cock. Instead, Rami stood up, still gripping my hardness, and
made me lie on the bed on my back. He kneeled between my thighs and started
licking down to my legs, until he reached my feet.

He moaned as his tongue flicked gingerly at my toes. I was tickled and I
had to pull my foot away. Rami held onto it.

"Rami, man," I resisted. "Come on, be serious. Come here. Let me kiss
you. You're beautiful, baby."

Rami held onto my foot with both hands, covering it with kisses and
licking. Oh, God! I was thinking, this was not going to work. My dick went
limp. This was very kinky for me. I was more a vanilla guy: kissing,
sucking cock, fucking ass, in that order. That was what sex was for me.

Finally, Rami let go of my foot and slid up onto me, his bulging briefs
pressed on my crotch.

"Eddy," he whispered. "Just open your mind. Do you think I am sexy?"

Where did this come from? Of course I thought he was sexy. Super-sexy. But
the feet thing? I hesitated.

I moaned and managed to say between kisses: "I don't know, man. It feels so
... so..." I hesitated to find a nicer word than kinky.

"Kinky?" he said with a smile, licking my lower lip.

"Well, yea, sort of," I finally admitted. "Besides, it tickles."

Rami slid down to my nipples. I shuddered and my cock sprang back to
life. That was more like it.

"Oh, yes, baby," I groaned.

Rami looked up and stared at me with his deep black eyes.

"Isn't this kinky, too?" he said, licking and nibbling on my nipples. Then
he moved down and licked the knob of my erected dick. Again, looking up and
staring me with his piercing black eyes, he said, "And this? Kinky?"

I had to admit that logically if I found that nibbling on my nipples and
licking on my cock head normal sex, why should I consider sucking on my
toes not normal? Was that what Rami meant when he told me to open my mind.

Rami slid back down to my feet and I tried my best to relax. Open
mind. Ok. Fine. Let him lick my fucking feet and suck on my fucking toes.

Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the flickering tongue started to send
new sensations to my body. I shuddered, not with surprise or disgust, but
with sensuality. Rami did look sexy as he moved his lips from one toe to
the other. My feet did look sexy, somewhat, I guessed. I needed to get used
to the idea and not to get grossed out so quickly.

Relaxing more, I accepted the new sensations. My cock quivered. My rim
muscle twitched and squeezed. The wetness and warmth of Rami's mouth on my
toes sent shivers throughout my body.

"Oh, man, this is wild," I managed to exclaim. "I never thought..."

Rami smiled up at me and his eyes told me that he needed for me to do the
same for him. Fuck. Was I going to suck feet, too? Oh, man, this was
weirder than weird. But: Open Mind. The key word.

Rami slid up next to me and we returned to kissing. It was now my turn to
idolize his dark-skinned body. I loved his light beard and hairy chest and
I hungrily fed on them. I moved down to his crotch, licking the fabric of
his briefs where his erection was, throbbing. Then, somewhat reluctantly, I
moved to the feet. Very tentatively, I licked his big toe. His eyes were
closed and he squirmed as soon as he felt my tongue.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Eddy. Oh, God. Yes. Eddy."

I was amazed at the intensity of his reaction. His feet looked quite
attractive, actually, and licking on them wasn't as kinky as I had
thought. I started to feel quite sexy as I sucked on the toes. I rubbed my
hands up his thighs and he squirmed even more. As soon as I placed one hand
on his bulging briefs, Rami opened his eyes and stared at me.

"Oh, fuck, no. Eddy. Don't touch my dick. I will shoot. Please, baby. I'm
so horny for you."

I immediately removed my hand. I didn't want him to ejaculate so soon. I
wondered that if he were to lose his load just by my sucking his toes, what
would he do when I moved onto his cock with my wet mouth? What would he do
when I penetrated his ass?  This was going to be quite interesting, now
that I stopped thinking of the feet licking and toe sucking as kinky. Rami
was right. Each inch of a guy's body could be intoxicating. Rami's feet
looked quite hot as I slobbered on them. I wondered: how was that different
from licking up his ass and probing into his shit hole? Or sucking on his
hairy and sweaty balls? Or licking under his armpits? Even
tongue-kissing. I had read somewhere that the mouth had more germs than the
ass hole! So how was licking Rami's feet any different? In fact, I was
finding it more and more exciting, especially since Rami was squirming all
over the place and moaning like a bitch in heat.

We changed positions. 69. But instead of dicks and asses, we were on each
other's feet. I couldn't describe the sensations. Once I got rid of my
inhibition, once I started to accept the fact that the feet were sexy,
incredible as it was, I began to enjoy it. A lot. Rami was in seventh
heaven, I could tell. I wasn't far away either. My ass twitched and my cock
quivered with his ministrations.

However, the hottest part of this experience was the fucking. Not that I
hadn't fucked before or that I hadn't enjoyed fucking tight ass. It was the
position that really set me off so hard.

Rami lay on his back. I spread his butt cheeks and licked and slobbered on
his hole. Then the condom.

And the lube. And we were ready. As soon as I penetrated his hole, he
placed both his feet on my upper chest. Looking down at the feet, I felt I
needed to suck on them. I had always desired sucking on something,
preferably a cock, while I was fucking. I had always made it a point to
bend onto my lover's body and suck on his lips and tongue. Now I had the
feet right there, available, sexy.

I let go of one of his legs and grabbed a foot, bringing it to my mouth. As
I gobbled on the big toe, I thrust into him, driving all the way. It felt
fantastic. His immediate reaction was tightening his rim muscle on my
cock. As I fucked, I licked Rami's feet, alternating between the toes and
the soles. His moaning and ass twitching around my cock shaft tightened his
fuck hole incredibly. He fit onto me like a tight glove, squeezing on my
ramming shaft with every lick I made. I couldn't say much about the taste
though. Whenever I sucked another man, I could taste him through his
cock. But as I sucked on Rami's feet, it wasn't the taste that turned me
on, but the texture and the reaction I was receiving from this super hot
guy under me.

I kept my toe-sucking and ass-fucking throughout, never letting go of the
feet, until I orgasmed inside him. I felt that I would never stop squirting
into the condom. I bit on his foot. He cried with pleasure and shot his
load without touching himself, covering his pubes and abdomen with thick
semen.

We lay side by side panting. My mind reeled at the experience. I could
still taste Rami's feet; he hadn't washed and there was a faint taste of
man sweat, of man feet, in my mouth. Surprisingly, this excited me way
beyond my expectations.

We rested for a few minutes, and then Rami began working on me. He licked
down to my cock and started to swallow it. At the same time, he was
kneading my feet. It felt strange at the beginning, but I soon got into
it. My cock slick with my earlier cum and with Rami's spit, he slipped down
onto my feet, stroking my throbbing cock. It took a few strokes and hard
sucking on my toes for me to explode a second time, high in the air, with
Rami's hand fisting me. The sensations from my feet seemed as if they were
pushing out squirt after squirt of cum from my balls, through my cock, and
out into space.

I knew that my couple of days in Jordan added a lot of value to my sexual
experience, to my discovering potential likes and dislikes. Open
mind. Those two key words that Rami had taught me have remained with me
ever since. There was no end, I learned, to a man's appetite. No limit.

Since Rami, I have started to pay particular attention to guys' feet. I
love watching guys in flip flops.

The male foot anatomy has become amazingly sexy for me. Since then, I have
made it a rule that I would venture onto my lover's feet with as much
avidity as I would kiss his mouth, suck on his tongue, and lick all over
his body. I can't say that I have a foot fetish. But man feet have become
an integral part of my love making.