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The Soccer PlayerFreshman year I lived down the hall from this big, scruffy, tough-boy soccerplayer. One day I went to see a soccer match in which he was playing. I hadbeen fantasizing about him for some time — he wasn’t my usual type (I usuallyfantasized about other gays). Kevin was a big, hairy, muscular jock, whogenerally avoided me, probably because I seemed like some intellectual faggot–he was basically right. I was always trying to catch covert glimpses of him inthe showers, and he probably suspected it.After the game, several other guys from our floor and I went to congratulateKevin on his goals, and yet another victory for the indomitable ColumbiaLions. En masse, we paraded to a favored dive to celebrate. I felt awkward,being friends with only one of the crowd, and considering the intangibletension between Kevin and me. But everyone was quite festive, especially oncewe started pouring on the beer; as the evening wore on I became included inthe group, joining the story telling, arguing and taunting. Now that Kevinand I were talking, he transformed our previously ineffable tension into agame of gradually escalating jibes. Everyone was really getting into it, andthough most were Kevin’s friends I succeeded in turning most of hiswimp-fag-grind taunts into some big laughs at his expense. The more I managedto get Kevin’s friends to laugh at him (right in front of his face) the moreobviously frustrated he became. Just as it seemed he reached his level oftolerance, I quit mocking him and played the nice guy. Kevin calmed down,especially when I appeased him by buying him another pitcher of beer. I keptthis up for a while, until the party was over.He and I were the only two from our floor left, so we ambled back to thedorm, where Kevin surprised me by actually inviting me to his room. Wecontinued our conversation sitting on the floor, leaning up against his bed.While we were talking, Kevin’s wounds from our earlier verbal match wereobviously still smarting, and he was looking for a little vengeance. Hestarted his taunts again, but in his woozy diffidence, and in his own room,he was in no mood for my clever retorts. Finally, all this drollery began topay off…”Fuck You! Listen, you crummy little wimp; I don’t care what Tina supposedlysaid to you or anybody else about faking orgasms, I know what happened — Iwas there. There was no way that anyone could be dissatisfied with this.”Kevin grabbed the formidable basket that was obviously filled with an evenlarger part of him — his ego.”Come on, Kevin, you’re smarter than that, at least. You know that quality isfar more successful than quantity. No matter how big your fucking kızılay escort dick is,and no matter how much you jab it at somebody, it won’t be as effective asan average dick in the hands of a master. Like a pen in the hands of apoet. Shakespeare took the words right out of my mouth: My pen is mightierthan your sword.””Fuck you and your Bic dick! You think you’re so god-damned smart, I’ll justhave to teach you the importance of quantity!” Lacking for words Kevin gropedfor a more effective response.Kevin grabbed my shoulders and we began an exuberant, drunken wrestling matchon the floor. I was having a barely concealed thrill as we grappled,especially when he had the upper hand, which was most of the time; Kevin wasin his element. To get things moving in the right direction, when Kevin hadgotten me into a hold, I used one of my favorite i*****l moves — the crotchcrush. This not only got me free, but inflamed Kevin, and gave him newideas. At one point, I actually managed to get him into a position flat on hisstomach, with one arm pinned and the toes of one socked foot secured in myfist.”Look, even a ‘wimp’ like me can hold out against a big fool like you -because you think with your feet! Your god-damn, big, stinking feet!” Ichallenged him, while twisting his toes so hard that he squirmed. Obviouslythis taunt struck a special spot, because he was suddenly enraged, andquickly broke away. Soon I found myself flat on my back, with Kevin sittingon top, breathing hot, sweaty beer breath in my face.”Now you see, mister fuckin’ quality — see how far it got you. And what’s sobad about my feet, huh? Tina didn’t appreciate my feet either. What made 6goals today, including the winning one? My feet. What’s gonna win us theleague title? My feet. What do you think got me into this school!? Man, myfeet are worth more than your whole body.” I had no idea that Kevin had justas big a fixation on feet as I did; I had unknowingly twisted another veryimportant, very sensitive part of his ego.Kevin was obviously enjoying his new position. I had managed to be anincreasingly annoying pain in his ass all night, and now he had me. “Well, Iguess I’m just gonna have to teach you another lesson, gay-boy. Your gonnalearn just how much an honor it is to kiss my feet!” It was more than I couldhave hoped for.Kevin reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs (probablypart of his punk paraphernalia collection) and proceeded to handcuff my wriststo the bottom of the radiator. I put up a very nominal struggle. He sat on mylegs and, with a great big grin on his face, stuck his socked feet right on myface. mamak escort Kevin had big, wide feet, that must have been a size 11 or so, and theywere in thick, white sweat socks, which were still damp with his sweat from thegame, and smothered me in their heady aroma. He couldn’t see my great biggrin, as I squirmed in pleasure. “Now take my socks off,” he ordered, adevilish look oozing over his flushed face.”Right, and then I’ll fold them up and put them in the laundry…” I was cutoff in mid sentence as he grabbed my balls through my jeans.”Hey, smart-boy, where there’s a will,” he squeezed, “there’s a way.” Inneed of no further encouragement, I began to take off his socks with my teeth.He laughed at my struggles to get the socks over his heels, and kept onproviding encouragement when I took a momentary breather by man handling myballs. I had a hell of a time getting them off, it must have taken about tenminutes, but I got hotter by the second. It was a labor of lust.Now he held one of his naked feet over my face. I was awestruck. It was thelargest, most gorgeous, beautifully shaped, soft skinned, high-slopingarched, long toed, moist man foot I had ever seen and smelled this close in mylife. I was surprised and transfixed by its sight and my dick was throbbing,straining against my jeans. Kevin had stopped laughing and was now intenselyserious.”It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He squeezed my balls again, but that was totallyunnecessary.”Yes.””It’s the most beautiful foot you’ve ever seen?””Yes.””And you worship it?””Totally.””And you want the honor of kissing it to prove your appreciation andwimp-hood?””Please.””Kiss my foot.”I raised my lips to my fantasy incarnate and enjoyed the most satisfying kissof my life. I went wild. I began to kiss every inch of Kevin’s sole. It wasincredible. He was so sensitive that he wiggled and squirmed when I startedlicking and sucking his feet. But Kevin seemed to be getting off on thisalmost as much as I. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and moanedsoftly. He must have seen or felt my erection; he was practically sittingon it. Both of us were completely obsessed in his feet, but I was stillsurprised when I happened to catch a glimpse of him releasing his throbbingcock from his jeans and begin wailing on it. By this time he was lying downon top of my legs, with his butt right on my pressing bulge, and his feet inmy face. Every time I switched my attention from one foot to the other, hewould slightly accelerate the rate of his strokes.I began to snake my tongue between his big, long toes, exploring where notongue had gone before, and discovered fantastic yenimahalle escort reactions. Kevin startedthrashing around on top of me, grinding his muscular butt into my achingdick. His moans were getting louder and faster, and were punctuated by gaspsand occasional giggles, which goaded me on. For the first time in my life Iwas fulfilling my fantasy of eating a hot foot. I started to nibble on theheel of Kevin’s squirming, trembling foot. I opened my mouth as wide aspossible, gnawed on the sole of his heel, and raked my teeth across the insideof his arch. Kevin went bananas! His feet shuddered violently and startedtwitching as he burst out laughing. I was in hog-heaven, nibbling and lickingand grinding my whole face into a pair of sensitive, writhing stud-feet,which, though they were being tickled remorselessly, seemed unwilling (orunable) to escape their torture. Though Kevin was alternately laughinghysterically and moaning, his hand never lapsed from its furious pumping.Suddenly Kevin arched his back so that his entire weight was resting on hisshoulders and feet (on my face), and, with a strangled cry, began to come. Iwildly scrubbed my teeth along his soles as he spurted come straight up intothe air like a geyser. After the first few spurts he dropped his muscular,pumping butt right down on my dick — which was all I needed to explode. Ourhips pumped in unison, his descending butt into my rising dick, as our comepulsed out, shot after shot, his chest and my jeans getting soaked. I wasamazed at the quantity of come that just kept gushing out of his dick.Finally, both our dicks had stopped squirting, and the moans and thrustssubsided into deep, calm breathing, as he lay on top of me.The real world suddenly flashed into my brain — this big, occasionallynasty, drunk jock, with whom, until just a few hours ago, I had had anantagonistic relationship, had me (a gay-boy confirmed in his wimp-hood)handcuffed to the radiator after having witnessed his enjoyment of ahomosexual encounter. The horrifying potential of the situation caused myinnards to tighten. As seconds silently passed I knew that Kevin was also,slowly, drunkenly, becoming aware of his actions. The passing of each gapingmoment brought new fears for me to struggle with as I imagined the ‘terrible’realizations which Kevin was having to face for the first time, and wanting tobeat back into his u*********s, and crush out of existence. Kevin slowly satup. My blood raced as I struggled to figure out what the bizarre look on hisface meant; at first it was a mixture of confusion and fear, that graduallychanged into a look of angry resignation — the bottom of my stomach droppedout. Shit! I knew it; the intensity of his forbidden pleasure must have hadsuch frightening consequences for him that it now had to be eradicated byforce. Kevin suddenly leaned over me and grabbed my head with his hands. Ashe raised my head for the first blow, I clenched my eyes shut.

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