I’ve been thinking about this foot fetish party I went to a couple of years ago, and about how turned on I got kicking back and having guys worship my socked feet. Since no one else seems to be planning events like that in my area, I think I might have to take on the job.
Another late night that I probably should have left hours earlier. Instead, I found myself in a dark garage, making out with a fit, furry fucker and taking turns screwing the party host.
I met this horny little 26-year-old at the pool the other day who was not shy about being a size queen. I say, more power to him!
From the way he was dancing, it was obvious he could work a dick, but I wondered exactly how much he could take. He’s super fit, but his frame is really small.
I’ll let you know when I find out. I got his number, after all…
Tonight’s the night when the muscle Daddies gather to dance and sweat and lose themselves, and I will be there on the hunt.
It seems like every time I go to one of these events, I end up in a bathroom stall or in the storage area under the stairs (no cameras there either), doing something super gay like sucking cock or getting bred.