He was always a user.

John’s particular thing was sex with anyone, male or female. He just wanted to dump his load and leave.

We grew up together and throughout our high school and college years he always had a girlfriend.  Of course, that never stopped him from emptying his load into any willing recipient without any remorse.  On occasion, he would even hit on me, hoping to get a quick blow-job or hand-job, but I knew the score and never did, until this incident.  Not to say that I wasn’t attracted to him, after all, he was in spectacular shape from running and lifting on a daily basis.

I’ll never forget the one time that we were supposedly going fishing together on a local lake.  It was just the two of us as none of our friends were able to make it, per John.  So we rented this ten-foot rowboat and threw our fishing gear and a cooler full of beer in before I started rowing. 

We were both wearing t-shirts and cut-off jean shorts, although his were cut much shorter than mine and he never wore underwear.  He always bragged about that like he was the only one that ever went commando.  He said it was so he could drop and fuck at a moments notice.

At first, John was facing away from me so that he could direct me towards a perfect fishing spot that he had recently found.  I couldn’t really see where we were going but just followed his direction until we ended up in a secluded little cove with no one else in sight.  After telling me to stop, he turned around and sat down facing me while getting his rod baited to fish.  It was evident from the slight bulge in his shorts and the small bit of scrotum hanging out that John was interested in catching something else.

Within a few minutes we both had our lines in the water and a beer in our hands and the afternoon seemed to be going well.  It wasn’t long before John decided that he was getting hot and needed to remove his shirt.  The slight bulge in my shorts attested to his superb physique, and I’m sure that he noticed my admiration.  An hour later and John was getting antsy; apparently his plan of getting me alone on a boat was all that he had in his limited repertoire of seduction techniques. Fortunately for me, he was an easy drunk, which gave me the upper hand because he wasn’t the only one wanting a release.

He hadn’t gotten the response that he’d hoped for from me by removing his shirt, so he turned up the heat.  After reeling in his line, he laid the pole in the bottom of the boat and lay back to get a nap.  With the boat being so small he naturally had to spread his legs so that they were on either side of the bench that I was sitting on. 

Wriggling his ass around while feigning discomfort, he finally got settled and the result he wanted.  I purposely faced away from him while he was flopping around pretending to be well into fishing.  Once he was done, I glanced quickly between his legs to see that he had worked enough of a gap in his shorts for his entire ball-sack to be exposed.

I continued to fish, and it wasn’t long before John commented, “There must be a cool breeze coming through, do you feel anything?”

Without looking over at him, I responded, “You may as well take your shorts off completely since so much is hanging out now.”

“Will that get me a blow-job?” he inquired, as he sat up to unsnap his shorts.

“Not from me” I replied, “But maybe you can stick it in the water and get one from one of the bluegills that we’ve been catching.”

“Haha, fuck you!” John sneered, then added hopefully, “How about a hand-job?”

I laughingly replied, “You are on your own. Just jerk off like the rest of us do when we’re not getting any.”

He revealed, “I can’t cum from just jerking off. I need visual stimulation if I’m doing that.”

“Well I’m not showing you my ass, you’d just try to stick your dick up in it,” I responded.

We both had a good laugh at that comment.   John then asked pleadingly, “How about just taking off your shoes?”

To which I replied, “What is this, some sort of bottom to top striptease?”  He said nothing, so I added, “Are you trying to get me naked a little at a time?” Still, he said nothing and was actually avoiding eye contact with me at this point.  I tried one last time by stating, “Okay John, if you’re not going to respond then I’m going back to fishing.” 

Still, he said nothing, so I cast my line again and went back to fishing.

A couple of minutes went by with John mumbling some incoherent shit to himself before he quietly reached into his pocket and displayed a bottle of pink nail polish.  I looked at him queerly as he handed me the bottle and whispered, “I have a thing for feet with painted nails, and I’ve noticed that your feet are quite feminine.”  Beginning to stutter he continued, “I mean they look soft and smooth with no callous’ or cracks.”

“Thank you for the compliment, I think, but I’m not putting nail polish on my feet to satisfy your weird sexual needs” I replied.

After about a minute of deep thought, John offered, “I’ll paint your toes, and you can take pictures of me doing it so that you’ll have something over me, forever.”

An evil grin slowly spread across my face as the realization of his statement sunk into my demented brain.  The best part about this whole scenario is that if he weren’t such a complete ass, I would have let him fuck me out there and enjoyed it immensely.  But now I got to demean him, now and forever, and maybe get a little release myself, in the process.  As I began to untie my shoes, my cock started swelling at the thought of John sucking me off.

While I removed my shoes and socks, John started shaking the bottle of pink nail polish.  Once I was done, I placed the soles of my bare feet on his knees so that he could begin his work.  I let him get about three toes into it and saw that he was practically panting like a dog in heat.  About that time I unbuttoned the top of my shorts and slowly slid the zipper all the way down which left my bulging tighty whitey’s on full display.

John paused momentarily as he noticed my display and was shaken from his trance by the flash on my phone as I took a couple of pictures of him with the polish in hand and applying it to my feet. 

After taking the pictures, I quickly sent them to my home email and said, “Just in case you were thinking of throwing my phone in the lake I wanted you to know that I just emailed those pictures to my house.” 

Nodding his head as if he understood, he quickly went back to his work.

Once the painting on the right foot was complete, I pulled my left foot away as John’s eyes followed it back to the floor with a disappointed look.  I then slid my shorts and underwear down my thighs and quickly pulled my left foot through so that I could spread my legs wide.  I watched as his eyes focused on my pulsing cock and then looked up at me with a little bit of wonder and fear.  My cock continued to pulse as we both took in the scenario and John realized what he must do to satisfy his own needs.

“I… I can’t,” was all John said as he was laser-focused on the pre-cum that was now running down the length of my cock and balls. 

Nevertheless, his face continued to move closer and closer to it, and when he was about an inch away, I quietly said, “Just taste it.” 

After slowly and sensuously licking his lips, he did just that by running his tongue from the base to the top and taking it into his mouth.  Truth be told, I nearly came from that alone and knew that I wouldn’t last long, but didn’t care.

When he stuck out his tongue for another taste, I slid forward and let my cock ease between his lips. 

He seemed a bit surprised and started to back away until I said, “You know that you want it and it’s the only way that you’ll be able to finish painting my toes.” 

Without any more hesitation, John slid my cock into his mouth and started bobbing up and down like a champ.  It wasn’t another minute before the oddity, and raw need of the whole situation got the better of me, and I began shooting into his mouth.

I don’t know whether he had ever given a blow-job before, but I must admit that he did quite a good job on me and even took a few squirts in the mouth and swallowed, before pulling away.  As he sat back up, I placed my left foot back on his knee so that he could continue the nail painting process. 

When he was finished, I looked my toes over closely and told him, “You should really go work in a nail salon, your work is quite good.”

Staring back at me with a sarcastic look he replied, “Yeah, that’s just what I want to do with my life.”

“Hey,” I countered, “You could jerk off to painted toes all day long.”

Without another word he lifted my foot off of his knee and placed it on the floor as he slid off his shorts.  As he was removing his, I kicked mine entirely off and asked him, “Where do you want my feet?”

His reply was to reach for them and place them back on his knees.  His cock was the one that was pulsing now, and after licking his hand, he began slowly stroking himself.  Gripping the bench for support, I slowly eased his legs apart and started lightly stroking his inner thighs with my feet.  The look of ecstasy on his face was so inspiring that as I neared his balls on the last stroke, I began to softly fondle them with my toes. 

He started moaning loudly for a few minutes before finally asking, “Could you give me a footjob, please?”

Without hesitation, I lifted my feet to his mouth, and he coated them both with liberal amounts of saliva.  Wrapping them around his cock, I began a slow up and down that had him moaning, “God that feels so damn good” then adding “Not too fast, I want this to last.”

I kept it going for a few more minutes but it was getting difficult to maintain in the position that we were in, and he noticed.  Grabbing my ankles, he helped keep my feet moving and bringing him to what he would later tell me was the best orgasm of his perverted life.  His cum shot in hot spurts all over my feet and felt deliciously intimate.  This whole weird and wild process had my own cock hard as steel all over again leaving me in need of another release.

When John was done spurting his hot sticky goo, he raised my right foot to his mouth and began licking it clean.  As he finished lapping up the largest globs, he started licking between my toes.  He was really getting into it, sucking each toe individually as if it was a little cock.  The stimulation of that alone nearly brought me to another orgasm, and my not-so-quiet moaning was noticed. 

John stopped his ministrations on my toes just long enough to see the river of semen that was now practically spurting from the head of my quivering cock, and he couldn’t resist another taste.  Gently placing my right foot on the ground, he slid down to he knees and slowly swallowed me whole and seconds later I was filling his mouth once again.  This time he was careful to get every drop before sitting back up and starting on my left foot.

It seemed that we were the perfect match of fetishes.  John loved all things with feet and I, in turn, liked to have mine worshipped.  The only thing that was left to make it perfect was to get him to slide his now semen coated cock of steel into my needy ass.  As he was finishing my left foot, he was keeping an eye on my growing cock and the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble from its tip.

He seemed to be speeding up his efforts and my left foot in anticipation of sucking me dry once more.  This was when I changed things up by lying back and taking the semen with my finger and using it to coat my little pucker.  His sucking stopped altogether as he watched me begin to finger myself in preparation for his penetration.  John quickly placed my left foot on the ground and began to move his dripping tool towards my entrance.

As he slid easily inside with the slickness of his tool combined with the lubrication of my ass I knew that we were in for a short, but orgasm packed ride.  As his pace quickly accelerated he began to reach for my leaking cock meaning to jerk me off while he pounded my wanton hole. 

Stopping him, I said, “Leave it alone and concentrate on fucking me really well, it will go off on its own if you do me right.”

With that said. John grabbed my hips and began to fuck me like a pro.  Within a couple of minutes I was cumming once again and shortly after that so was John.  As he backed away and slid from my leaking hole, John lay down too, and after the panting stopped, we began to talk about the events as if it were some sort of sporting event.

John went off to another college in the fall, and we lost touch for many years.  But before he left, we had several more experiences with our intertwining fetishes, and that was definitely the weirdest summer of sexual encounters that I’ve ever had.

Fast forward thirty years and John and I have recently been talking on the phone frequently.  Although he won’t talk about that summer over the phone, he does want to come and visit me at work next week about a business opportunity.  I have picked up some pink nail polish in preparation for our meeting.