I finally found a master who lives close to me — and one who truly deserves to have my mouth on his feet. He’s 20 years old, an IT guy, a little nerdy in a way that makes him even more interesting. The contact was immediate. He has this masculine presence that feels confident but also comfortable, easy to be around. A great smile, a great laugh, a beautiful body — natural confidence, nothing forced. The very next day, he was already at my place for our first session.

I just didn’t expect it to be one of those sessions that stays in your head — the kind that doesn’t leave. And it all starts with his presence. When he showed up on a motorcycle, everything about him felt hotter. When it was time to record, I won’t lie — I felt nervous. He fits exactly the type of man that gets to me, and it gave me real gay panic. But we were both there… so we recorded.

I was desperate to finally see him barefoot in front of me, but the moment that really stuck was when I took off his sneakers and went in for the first sniff — shoes and socks together. It felt nasty and insanely good at the same time. A warm, heavy foot smell. Strong. Intense. The kind that sticks to your face when you press into it. Hot. Truly delicious. When he pressed both feet against my face, I got so hard I can’t even explain it. The smell was a perfect 10 out of 10.

And when the socks came off… that was the best part. That’s when everything really begins. His feet were so smooth, so soft — unbelievable for a 20-year-old. I was stuck, just looking at his face. He’s so handsome. And there he was, watching it all happen, while I humbled myself at his feet, licking every part of those sweaty, smelly, filthy — yet incredibly smooth and perfect — feet.

That image is still in my head.

I definitely want to see him again.

I feel like I’m already diving too deep…