Foot fetish encounter: the details

First,  here are a few doggie / hottie pics for Sean's Dogably Pawfect Saturday.

In yesterday's foot fetish post, I mentioned my hookup with Nick, a late 40s guy with a foot fetish.
We met in a parking lot but after a few minutes of chatting, we decided to find a private place in his four-wheel drive truck.  We drove about 15 miles north of town, far down a bulldozer track and parked in the middle of a vast sea of tree stumps, a clear-cut from a recent logging operation.  The maximum possible privacy!

Although I joked about him being an axe-murderer, I had not the slightest concern about being there with him.  He was a very nice guy doing his best to raise his two teenagers by himself.  I asked him, did he always have a foot fetish?

Nick said his dad used to do it to him all throughout his growing-up years.  Now, it's the only way he can get off.    I found this disturbing.... a sad case of childhood abuse impacting on someone's entire life.   Nick said it matter of factly but didn't seem happy about having to do this.

We lay on our backs in the back of the pickup truck under a blazing-hot sun.   Thank goodness, the usual swarms of mosquitoes were kept away by the wind.   He directed me to grind my feet (wearing shoes) into various parts of his body;  his chest, belly, groin and face.  After about 10 minutes, he took my shoes off and had me grind my socked feet hard into his face almost to  the point of suffocating him.   I'd worn the socks continuously for nearly a day so they were.... er... ripe.

We held  that position for a very long time... another 15 minutes at least, with him snuffling and moaning.  He started to get excited and his fat cock began to tent his camo pants.  I must admit, my view of his pants bulge was  pretty hot and I got hard myself.

I unzipped him and reached for his cock.... it was rock hard... the hardest I'd ever experienced.   I grasped it with my hand, just for two seconds, and it exploded cum all over the place.   A blunder.... I wasn't supposed to do that!  And there ended our encounter.

On the drive home he explained that he had a straight buddy who'd kindly provided his smelly feet to satisfy his fetish for the past 14 years, but he had moved away.  I had to tell Nick that I would not be his new foot-fetish buddy.

First of all, we lived some 30 miles apart, but most importantly, I found the whole thing sad and rather disturbing, and not titillating in the slightest.   Lesson learned:  before saying "yes" to another fetish encounter, be sure to ask in considerable detail what the fetish guy is expecting you to do!