The Foot Fetish
The phrase, "You Cannot Judge a Book by its Cover" really applies to this story. As I have mentioned in previous essays, bathhouses are a sexual playground for men to do what they want. Anything goes and nothing is taboo. Be aware that some men roaming the halls are looking for something specific. So while you might not be in the best of shape, you may have other parts of your body that appeals to a few guys who have a fetish - as in feet! 
After another four-hour marathon at the baths with nothing to show for it, I decided to pack it in again for the umpteenth time. I showered, put my clothes back on, and got ready to leave. As I was walking towards the exit, I saw a rather attractive guy enter the baths. He was tall, sandy brown hair, and seemed to be well built. Of course I could not tell what his body looked like since he was still dressed. Curious to see what he looked like sans clothes, I raced back to my room, stripped off my clothes and threw on my towel.I was roaming the halls to try and catch a glimpse of him. I was not trying to cruise him, but to see what he looked like naked. Sure enough, I ran into him and he was even more beautiful with his clothes off. Bulging muscles, a hairy chest, and a washboard stomach. I knew I had zero shot at making the grade with him, so I prepared to leave again. As I was walking to my room, I bumped into him – literally. After apologizing to him, he asked me very sweetly where the bathroom was. After I gave him directions, he winked and smiled at me, and then went on his way. Was he interested in me? Or was he just being nice? I did not know, so I decided to stick around and find out. I walked around hoping to "run" into him again. And that is exactly what happened. He smiled and placed his feet on top of mine and started to massage my feet. He said I had gorgeous feet and wanted to explore them more. I was a bit surprised, but thought I should try everything once. We went to my room and he immediately started to explore my feet. I lay my back on the bed and lifted my legs. He stood there and began sucking my feet. This went on for at least ten minutes, with him licking and sucking like he had not eaten in a month. He was that hungry. I could not help thinking that this was gross, not from my perspective but from his. Walking barefoot in a bathhouse is not very clean. Some men bring slippers or sandals because there is always the worry about what you might step on in the wet area (sauna and whirlpool), the toilet area or even in the hallways. And you have to be especially careful in the orgy rooms, which are pitch dark. At times I feel you need to wear boots with ten inch heels, as there is so much cum lying on the floor, you never know what you may step on. So as he was sucking away, I was thinking to myself, "Is he not worried about what he is licking? What about all those germs and dirty feet he encounters." I was definitely turned on, how could you not? I started stroking myself. As I got erect, he caught his breath and asked for a blowjob – while he continued to lick my feet. I wasn't sucking dick at the time. Thinking I could get out of this, I explained my rules on giving head. I asked if I could use a condom. No problem he said. So I unrolled a condom on his dick, while he took a few poppers. Then I had to place myself in position to suck him off. All the while, I lay on my back, with my legs up so he could continue to suck my feet. It was definitely an awkward position, but he loved it. He was in true ecstasy; moaning and groaning calling me baby every now and them. 
After we took a few seconds to catch our breath, he asked if I would jerk myself off – while I continued to blow him and he continued to suck my feet. This would definitely be a challenge. Somehow I managed to pull it off (You will have to picture it, because I cannot even explain how I managed to position my body) and we both came together, all wet and sweaty. After I collapsed on the bed, tired of keeping my legs up for that long (about a half an hour), the guy took off his condom and placed it in the garbage. He wiped himself off and kissed me on the cheek. I then asked him where he was from. He said he was an airline pilot and he was only in town for the day. So he thought he would check out one of the baths during a layover. We chatted for a few minutes and then we said our good-byes. Seeing him leave, I would never have thought he would be interested only in feet. I wondered what his former lovers or boyfriends had thought. How does he pick up men in bars or clubs, only to do their feet and nothing else? Does he let them know what he only does beforehand or does he surprise them when they do the deed. I wonder if he has ever disappointed anyone in bed? I showered and got dressed. As I was leaving I saw him go into another room. Then it hit me. Being that gorgeous, he could get any man to do just about anything. Men like me who do not score that often, would put up with this foot fetish. Just for the opportunity to be with someone that beautiful, if only for a short time.
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