Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 20:30:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: samibear1@comcast.net
Subject: Andre My Giant - Chapter One

I look across the lunch time crowd at Napoleon square and see him sitting
there in the sunshine reading his afternoon paper.  He cuts quite a figure
of a middle aged business man who is slightly thick in the middle, but has
the flair to wear a suit which becomes him and makes him seem more agile
and youthful.  Perhaps he is all that and I have judged him wrongly.

Oh, but it does not matter to me either way, for he is the man I want.
More correctly, he is the man with the feet that I want.  Oh yes I am an
ardent admirer of men's feet, but connoisseur is closer to the actual
truth.  I choose them like fine wine and opening the bottle is at least
half the thrill.  I have watched this tall man stride across the square
each day during an afternoon break and take up his spot.  I estimate him to
be 6'5" tall and weight perhaps 210lbs.  Not that I believe him to be
flabby around the middle, just thick.  Perhaps he played sports as a young
man and now is taking his leisure with the roses along the way.

So I get up, not being the shy type or ashamed of my love of him and his
feet and make my way across the brick and stone space to where he is
sitting next to a statute of a man on a horse.  Everyone in town knows
where you mean when you say "meet me for lunch under the horse's tail."  I
sit down next to him, but far enough away not to crowd the gentleman.  And
I take my first deep breath through my nose to smell him.  Gently, as not
to give away too much so soon, but I drink him in sure enough.  I get a
rich leather smell from the fine shoes he's wearing, but something more as
well.  I get an earthy robust masculine smell that has nothing whatsoever
to do with cologne or deodorant.  God, what a refined bastard he is.  I
look up at his face still tilted down toward the paper and see a small
smile playing around his lips.  I don't know why I should feel this way,
but it seems that I have been caught in my purloining of his odor and I
freeze in place as he looks up and straight into my eyes.  Those
eyes... sea mist green set off beautifully by the gray at his temple and a
little bit of a twinkle around the wrinkle that adds a smile to them at the
corner.  "I am known as Andre my young friend, and I would much rather talk
to you than finish reading this boring financial information I have been
pretending to look at while you came over to sit with me."  Holy jeeze, the
voice matches the rest of him and with some to spare as well.  He is owner
of a rich basso that seems to vibrate against my chest with a feeling which
shakes me to my core.  I can only smile and nod as I answer, "well it is a
fine sunny day to be talking to a distinguished gentleman like you.  I am
called Samuel and give you my hand in friendship to begin our discussion."
I did just that and took his meaty hand firmly in mine to shake it in
greeting.  Well perhaps just to hold it for a moment while I memorized the
mustache surrounding his well formed teeth.  Then I look down at his shoes
and estimated them to be size 15 before I ask, "What make of shoe are you
wearing?  They are finely crafted and look as if they would be extremely
comfortable even on a warm day such as this one."  I can't be sure I didn't
actually raise one eyebrow when I looked back up, but his face showed
surprise if no distain with the new turn of subject.  "Why yes they are
most comfortable and in fact are my favorite model.  Would you like to look
at one of them?  I'm afraid they may be rather moist, but the smell of a
well worn shoe has always been comforting to me so perhaps you won't mind
either."  I love European men.

"Oh no I would enjoy looking at one of them if you would be so kind as to
allow me to remove it for you", I stated in a most bold and
incomprehensible move for me.  He smiled and nodded to his foot which was
nearer me as he had crossed his right leg over at the knee and replied "be
my guest young man, I enjoy your attitude of respect and your manners are
most satisfactory where I come from."

I reach out to the lace end pulling the bow out of it as I put my hand
behind the heal of the shoe and hold it firmly as I loosened the laces
expertly before pulling down on the shoe and parting it from his rather
large socked foot.  They were very nice socks, gold toe dress socks
actually and the moist smell of his foot did indeed move up immediately to
my nose at which time the clock stood still for me and I lost myself in
pretended consideration of his lovely leather shoe.  I say pretend, for it
can only be called that since I had my eyes on his big manly foot which I
had so easily gotten access to.  How was I to capture him for my pleasures
and grease my libido with this lovely and gracious man?  He actually solved
my problem for me, much to my surprised delight.  He spoke softly so as to
avoid being overheard by anyone but us two as he cleared the way for my
undoing.  "I have an office just behind us that is much cooler for a
conversation such as this one, if you can only give me my shoe back for a
few minutes."  I agreed with a respectful "thank you kind sir," as I put
his shoe back on and tied it adroitly.

We left the square in companionable silence as he led the way with folded
newspaper tucked under his arm and his free hand on the back of my
shoulders just at my neck.  Almost insolent in his familiarity, but with a
kindly uncle sort of air to the gentle humor which seemed to ooze from his
every poor.  This was a very confident and well aware man of the world and
I was wondering just what I had gotten myself up to as we entered his
spacious private office.  He latched the door behind us and beckoned to one
of a set of rather comfortable looking leather chairs in front of his desk.
As he sat down, putting his newspaper aside, he said in a velvety tone "I
put myself in your capable hands Samuel.  Do what you feel you must and you
will make me a very contented man in the process I assure you."

At that point I dropped all pretense of interest in his shoes alone and
knelt in front of him to put my nose to his sock encased ankle as I
murmured my thanks to him.  It was beyond anything I had yet experienced as
I honored this lovely man.  Removing his shoe I held his warm meaty foot
firmly in place with both hands as I placed it sole first on my nose and
lips.  "You have such wonderful feet Andre sir dressed up in these
beautiful socks as they are.  And yet I long to remove the sock and pay
tribute to your big manly feet if you would permit me with your kind
indulgence.  Now while is it is true that I am a foot piglet of
indescribable depths, my mother taught me to speak my mind in respectful
tones with any intelligent person with whom I was to have intercourse. "

A simple nod was all the answer I needed.  As Andre leaned back and crossed
his ankles on the ottoman between our chairs, I pulled off the other shoe
and then both socks.  His feet were well formed and muscular, with nails
trimmed expertly and a bit of a pinkish skin tone to the meaty parts.
Heaven was in my lap.  I did lap actually, and kiss and suck and sniff
these big feet of his with the hairy toes and more dark hair beginning just
above the ankle.  I looked up at my captive and saw a set of large hands
folded above rather nice looking large salami outlined in this gentleman's
suit pants.  I also noted a rather intense look of arousal in those green
eyes of his.  "Andre you have already gifted me with so much pleasure and I
am loath to incur your displeasure under any circumstances," I intoned.
"Notwithstanding, it must be said that I but desire to honor and return
your gift in equal measure if you will permit me to complete our
conversation with a good measure of lip service."  I actually planned to
use my tongue as well, but why be obvious?  "Samuel," he responded in that
golden tone "I could not be more pleased to offer you the thing you so
admire and long to feel the power of."  So saying, he deftly unbuckled his
belt unbuttoned his pants and unzipped revealing white boxer shorts and
some lengthy tube straining the seams of his aforementioned undergarment.

As he reached into his fly to free both cock and balls, I marveled at the
position I presently found myself in.  And the smell of his manhood drew me
forward from his feet to his jutting hairy member.  Love was in the air and
I got as much of it up my fevered nose as was humanly possible.  Murmuring
my ecstasy at intervals looking up to his intent smiling face, I worshiped
at the altar of the mother lode of my affection and finally captured his
hard prick in my mouth sliding back the foreskin as I lubricated it with
saliva and my taste buds exploded again with sexual rapture.  His oozing
precum filled my senses beyond belief and I wanted more.  Suddenly he
stiffened and putting his large hands on each side of my head began pulling
me up and down on his prong, ramming it as far to the back of my throat as
possible before roaring and pumping multiple jets of sperm into my hungry
mouth one after the other.  Much to my amazement I chose that moment to
come in my pants, never having freed my cock or even touched myself.  I
just remember the taste of him and the smell of his balls and pubic hair
stopping any rational thought processes which could have been taking place
before that righteous moment.  Oh rapture!  Where am I to go from here?