Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2015 18:24:02 -0600
From: Robert Foxx <newauthor59@outlook.com>
Subject: How I Became a Worshiper of Mens' Bodies

How I Became a Worshiper of Mens' Bodies
Part # 1
By: Robert Fox – newauthor59@outlook.com

This story is a work of fiction.  All comments are welcomed.

I love men between the ages of 30 and 50, I don't just love them I worship
their bodies and it started when I was 14.  Hi my name is James, I am
eighteen years old.  My mom and I live in a little town in Nevada, my dad
died when I was only five years old so it is just me and my mom.
Mr. Moretti, our next door neighbor was my first and of all the men, I love
him still.

Mrs. Moretti had been a very sickly woman and my mom would sit with her on
her days off and they became good friends.  He own a little men shoe store
near us and my mom insists that I buy my shoes there.  Being an Italian,
Mr. Moretti carried great Italian shoes and if I went into his store on a
slow day, he would let me try on as many pairs of shoes as I wanted.

  I would set in the chair and he would take my shoes off, massage my feet
and legs before putting the shoes on me. You see Mr. Moretti was only about
5'9" tall with a slim built weighing about 145 pounds but he had huge hands
and feet and a fat bulge.  He would set in a shorter chair in front of me
with his legs spread, and take my shoes off and then would take one foots
at a time and massage it, his hands were so big that they would complete
wrap around foot once he finished with it, he would massage my leg up to my
knees, pulling my foot into his crotch while he worked on my calves.  He
would stare me in the eyes and with an Italian accent, ask me how does it
feel?  I would close my eyes and say, great I assumed he was talking about
the massage, but I was talking about how my foot felt in that huge soft,
warm bulge of his.

 He would tell me to flex my toes so that they would be loosen enough to
fit comfortable in the shoes and boy did his hot crotch and magic hands
send tingles down my spine, my little dick would get so hard and once
during his massage, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my hard on; he
just looked at me and smiled and kept massaging my legs, pulling my foot
harder into his crotch.  He never said anything out of line; he would just
ask me how the massage felt.  I did notice that if he had a customer, he
wouldn't massage my feet or legs.  I asked him why and he said that he
didn't want the other customers thinking that he would give them such
special treatment, and that it was for me only, then he would toss my hair
and smile.  Mr. Moretti said that he would need help on Saturday's and
sometime on Sunday's and asked my mom if I could help him, that he would
pay me.  My mom agreed only if I kept my grades up.  I would re-stock the
shoes after a customer tried them on and didn't buy them, sweep the floor
and dust the chairs.  I was happy to be with this man all day long.
Saturdays were his busy days so he kept me hopping.  I had never seen so
many nice bulges, but when I compared them with Mr. Moretti, his was the
hottest.  I remembered putting a pair of shoes away but the shelf was too
high so he came back and lifted me up, he put those big hands on my little
butt, squeezing it as he held me.  I was slowly falling in love with this
man.

His store was closed on Sunday, but we went in to make sure everything was
in place.  After an hour or so, we would go into the back room where he had
a refrigerator, sofa and television.  He would take out a bottle of wine
for himself and a can soda for me, and then he took his shirt out of his
pants and unbuttons it, turns on the television and had me sat next to
him. I couldn't help but notice how hairy his chest was, his nipples poking
through the hair. I could hardly take my eyes off of them.  He asked me
about school, friends and if I had a girlfriend.  I told him that I did not
have any friends and no girlfriend.  I bet the girls love looking at that
cute little ass of yours he said.  I blushed; he then ruffled my hair, and
put his arm around me, pulled my head to his chest and kissed my forehead
and said that it was ok.

  I looked up at him and told him that I loved him, and he said back at you
kiddo and then he pulled my head back to his hairy chest, I was in heaven,
his smell was intoxicating.  I looked down and he had his legs crossed over
each other which pushed his bulge up and his dick down the right leg and
what a sight, the head of his cock looked huge and I just wanted to touch
it but was too afraid.  After four glasses of wine, Mr. Moretti was
beginning to doze.  He looked at me and told me that if he fall asleep, and
the phone rang, to answer it because when he have wine, he sleeps very hard
and not much woke him up.  I said ok, and soon afterward he started
snoring.  I turned my head to look up at him and my lip brushed over his
nipple.  He didn't move just kept snoring.

I got brave and stuck my tongue out and licked his nipple.  Still nothing,
so I put my lip over it and started sucking on it like a calf to its
mother.  It got hard and pointed so I went back and forth from licking it
to sucking on it, a couple of times I bit it, not to hard and then would
lick it again.  I managed to wiggle from under his arms and moved over to
his other tit and started licking sucking and biting on it.  I ran my hands
all over his chest, then I looked down and his cock had gotten hard and it
is huge.  I reached down and touched the head of his cock, it was soft to
the touch, his cock jumped upward so I removed my hand and looked up at
him, and he was still asleep.

I got on my knees in front of him and noticed a wet spot at the very tip of
that huge cock head.  I touched it and my finger was wet and sticky, I put
it to my nose and smelled it but it didn't have a smell so I stuck out my
tongue and taste it, a very unusual taste like none that I have ever tasted
before.  He started to move so I jumped up sat down and picked up my can of
soda.  He looked at me with a smile and asked how long had he slept.  Then
he looked at the clock and realized he had been sleep for about half an
hour.  Well son, we should go it is about dinner time and I bet your mom is
getting worried.

  I was so disappointed that he woke up but happy at the same time that I
had a chance to explore parts of him.  As he button his shirt and tucked it
into his pants, I noticed how long his fingers were and overwhelming desire
came over me to suck them like I had done to his tits while he slept.  That
night in bed I jacked off to what had happened that day and shot a load
bigger than I had in my fourteen years.  I couldn't wait to see him again.

Stay tuned for part #2 coming up soon.  – newauthor59@outlook.com