Bi-Sexual Male / 36
Worth The Wait
In 2014 I moved to a beach community. I chose that community largely because of the beach. Every Saturday and Sunday I walked the two miles to the beach. Parking was very difficult so I opted to walk. After a couple of weeks I noticed the same young boy staring at me. Or more precisely, he was staring at my feet, my bare feet. Now I'm not especially into people much younger than myself. It's not a visual thing, I just find that for me to enjoy sex I need partners who are mentally mature and that is rare in people who are much younger than myself.
Still, I did notice this boy. He was about 12 at the time. He was cute, adorable, cherubic, blond and slender and of course, off limits. Now had I been 12 also I would have jumped at the chance to be with him. But I hadn't seen 12 in quite a number of years. I have no idea what his life consisted of but one thing I did know, he was at the beach every Saturday and every Sunday. And he always stared at my feet. Week by week, month by month, year by year, every Saturday and Sunday at the same time, rain or shine there were two constants. I always walked to the beach, waded up one way then turned around and waded back before returning and every time I passed by this boy he stared at my bare feet walking through the sand.
At first I thought it must be my imagination. I mean what is so special about my feet right? Size nine and a half. Average. I guess I was staring too. Otherwise how did I know he was staring at my feet right? I really didn't want anyone to think I was a perv. I am by the way but not that way.
As the years went by he got older, taller, more mature looking. He turned into a young teen then a middle teen then an older teen. He missed going to the beach the same number of times I did, none. Not in the roughly six years from 2014 to 2020 did either of us miss a Saturday or Sunday though for all I know he was there the other five days of every week. Then early winter 2020 came along. The first reports of an epidemic in china. As usual, on the last Saturday in February I walked to the beach and as usual I noticed that same boy, now a young man, staring at my feet. I walked passed him and waded in the water as usual. But when I turned around to return there he was. He had for the very first time followed me to the water some twenty or so feet behind me.
"Wish me happy birthday" he said to me. I didn't know his name.
"Happy Birthday" I said.
"I'm 18 today" he said
"Congratulations" I said.
"I'm John, what's your name?" I added
"Jacob" he said.
"Nice Feet" he added
"Thanks" I replied.
"Would you like a foot massage?" He asked
My erection answered.
We sat down a few feet from where the salt seawater kissed the sand and he began to make love to my souls with his hands.
After a while I invited Jacob to my place. We walked. He was quiet most of the time. It was like we had known each other for years. We shared that one thing, We had silently bonded over feet and sand and sea never approaching closer than twenty feet in all those six long years. Jacob had become the highlight of my weekends and I had become the highlight of his for the same time. I had forgotten the exact date I first saw him. He did not forget the first time he saw my feet. I still today have no idea what he found so special about my particular feet, not those six years nor the years that followed. I don't know what made mine stand out from all the thousands of others that trod that beach daily, it is after all a world famous beach.
We got to my place, I showed him where the shower was, he stripped naked. Finally I got the see that young lean naked body. He pulled off my clothes and pulled me into the shower. We washed each other but he mostly washed my feet. We got out, dried off and I led him by his balls to my bed.
On the bed he asked me to simply lay back and let him do what he had waited six years to do. I did.
I am not sure how many hours I laid there. He massaged and kissed and licked and sucked and rubbed his erection on my feet. A blowjob was almost an afterthought. After he confessed I was his first. He could have fooled me. Though to be fair, enthusiasm t***ps experience any day of the week. Best blow job of my life. I sucked him for an hour softly teasing him and edging him until he couldn't hold back. His sperm was young and sweet. Later I fucked him, the first to do so and he made love to my feet again. I fell asleep with his tongue between my toes.
Jacob moved in with me early March. I was laid off due to the pandemic. Jacob finished high school over the internet and had a virtual graduation. We still go to the beach every weekend.
Still, I did notice this boy. He was about 12 at the time. He was cute, adorable, cherubic, blond and slender and of course, off limits. Now had I been 12 also I would have jumped at the chance to be with him. But I hadn't seen 12 in quite a number of years. I have no idea what his life consisted of but one thing I did know, he was at the beach every Saturday and every Sunday. And he always stared at my feet. Week by week, month by month, year by year, every Saturday and Sunday at the same time, rain or shine there were two constants. I always walked to the beach, waded up one way then turned around and waded back before returning and every time I passed by this boy he stared at my bare feet walking through the sand.
At first I thought it must be my imagination. I mean what is so special about my feet right? Size nine and a half. Average. I guess I was staring too. Otherwise how did I know he was staring at my feet right? I really didn't want anyone to think I was a perv. I am by the way but not that way.
As the years went by he got older, taller, more mature looking. He turned into a young teen then a middle teen then an older teen. He missed going to the beach the same number of times I did, none. Not in the roughly six years from 2014 to 2020 did either of us miss a Saturday or Sunday though for all I know he was there the other five days of every week. Then early winter 2020 came along. The first reports of an epidemic in china. As usual, on the last Saturday in February I walked to the beach and as usual I noticed that same boy, now a young man, staring at my feet. I walked passed him and waded in the water as usual. But when I turned around to return there he was. He had for the very first time followed me to the water some twenty or so feet behind me.
"Wish me happy birthday" he said to me. I didn't know his name.
"Happy Birthday" I said.
"I'm 18 today" he said
"Congratulations" I said.
"I'm John, what's your name?" I added
"Jacob" he said.
"Nice Feet" he added
"Thanks" I replied.
"Would you like a foot massage?" He asked
My erection answered.
We sat down a few feet from where the salt seawater kissed the sand and he began to make love to my souls with his hands.
After a while I invited Jacob to my place. We walked. He was quiet most of the time. It was like we had known each other for years. We shared that one thing, We had silently bonded over feet and sand and sea never approaching closer than twenty feet in all those six long years. Jacob had become the highlight of my weekends and I had become the highlight of his for the same time. I had forgotten the exact date I first saw him. He did not forget the first time he saw my feet. I still today have no idea what he found so special about my particular feet, not those six years nor the years that followed. I don't know what made mine stand out from all the thousands of others that trod that beach daily, it is after all a world famous beach.
We got to my place, I showed him where the shower was, he stripped naked. Finally I got the see that young lean naked body. He pulled off my clothes and pulled me into the shower. We washed each other but he mostly washed my feet. We got out, dried off and I led him by his balls to my bed.
On the bed he asked me to simply lay back and let him do what he had waited six years to do. I did.
I am not sure how many hours I laid there. He massaged and kissed and licked and sucked and rubbed his erection on my feet. A blowjob was almost an afterthought. After he confessed I was his first. He could have fooled me. Though to be fair, enthusiasm t***ps experience any day of the week. Best blow job of my life. I sucked him for an hour softly teasing him and edging him until he couldn't hold back. His sperm was young and sweet. Later I fucked him, the first to do so and he made love to my feet again. I fell asleep with his tongue between my toes.
Jacob moved in with me early March. I was laid off due to the pandemic. Jacob finished high school over the internet and had a virtual graduation. We still go to the beach every weekend.
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