My master Kent is coming home to play video games today
I'm glad to see my beautiful soft-footed skater boy.
He and I have struck up a good friendship
But hierarchically I know that he is my superior and I exist to serve
Men like him.
When he gets tired of playing fighting games with me
he decides to want to relax playing Fifa
(Something that my homo brain cannot understand, I admire the
gay guys who understand or know how to play soccer. it's not my case)
I understand that now begins the moment of fun for him alone, I absolutely understand what that means, it is no longer fun for me.
It is his turn to have fun and this is his time to relax.
To give him a great quality moment while he plays video games
I position myself as a table so that he he can rest
His probably tired skater boy's feet.
I feel pressure on my back, I can feel that he begins to take off his shoes and I hear how they fall to the ground.
Again he's not wearing socks to go skating, I can smell him from here.
Kent does not specifically have that strong smell of feet that resemble cheese vinegar or any strong smell. No, the smell of Kent is nice
even if he wears sneakers without socks, it is intense, but it is a smell
that i can describe like "cute humidity", combined with the smell of footwear, It is an intense smell but a nice one of those to which you can easily get addicted.
From having his feet in the curve of my back, he proceeds to support them on the back of my head, naturally bringing me to the ground as a symbolism, to make me understand that he is superior and that I exist to worship him and make him feel great.
He wears one of his sweaty feet without socks, fresh from the shoe to my nose.
Oh God!! the smell is so intense between his toes, I think I could cum just by smelling them all day.
He leaves both feet in front of me, while he performs that charismatic and very own Foot tease that characterizes him, nobody play with his toes like him. nobody moves them in such a magical way
He makes a sandwich with my head, pressing his soles against my face and against the back of my neck at the same time, making me to collide firmly with the soft, delicate and sweaty soles of his feet. But the master wants more comfort.
To make it clearer, Kent makes a throne over me.
He puts a cushion so he doesn't bury my ribs, or sit on me ...
You know, I must not bother my master, if he wants a cushion. There is a cushion!
Sitting on top of me, he puts his feet on my face carrying all of his weight. Honestly, the weight of him doesn't feel upsetting. I say every day I explore new things as a slave to straight boys and this is new to me, but it's nice.
It is very pleasant to feel that a cute boy sits on top of you, he ignores you and puts his feet on your face. He crush your face, he gives you something to fight with, he makes you active and alert. If you have not tried it, I encourage you to do it, anyone who has done it will agree with me that it is much pleasing than the boy is sitting on you, while he uses you as a slave that he is sitting in another place, you feel like giving him the full service and the view for you is spectacular.
My beautiful master is poised on his stomach to play playstation, while he raises his feet back and takes them to the bottom of my mouth, I have always loved this position, but even more now that I know Kent, in this position your master can put his feet in a greater depth, since the tops makes pressure downwards, entering the foot much easier than when it looks up.
You can literally put all the toes in your mouth and 1 third of the soles.
For both of us it is our favorite position. The best of all is that on this plane his beautiful face is seen from the front of the screen <3
Kent takes me to the ground and sticks a foot deep in my mouth while
he stimulates my crotch with the other, despite the fact that today there is no footjob for me.
It is always gratifying that Kent takes full control of my masculinity.
and seek to excite myself, I think that differentiates him from other masters, he like to gives back, you are his object, but he likes to take care of his objects, for him a happy slave is a slave who does a good job and fence that I still have work.
Kent wishes me to become his ass slave
but I must confess that I have never been an ass person!
mine are feet, cocks and armpits, but my master's wishes are orders.
So I start by attaching my face to his buttocks who are wearing a white boxer.
To my surprise, it smells very good, it is a clean aroma, sweaty but clean, that is, it has that little bit crotch smell that I like a lot, a light musky but it does not have the aroma of ass that is associated with "bad "It really feels like a very clean and nice ass, I dip my nose into it and then my whole face, as if it were a sacred pillow that I loved with all my life. Maybe it is ... maybe it is.
After a while to worship his ass in his underwear. Kent wants to sit on my face. I can't refuse an order, but for safety and hygiene I won't be able to do it very hard, my nose has just been seared (I suffered from epixtasis for a few weeks, due to excessive nasal exams, so i don't want to turn red my master's ass). So Kent will be moderately gentle with me and will give me some rest between, In that way I can practice and become better at being a definitive chair for him.
At times we forget about my nose and he gives me longer and stronger sits. I almost feel like my nose could enter his ass if the fabric of his underwear wasn't in the way. What a humiliation, literally a guy is using my face as a seat, but feels fabulous. I'm the happiest seat in the world, I don't deserve my god's ass.
Kent pulls down his boxer and I can see his beautiful pink anus and it's perfect. God is so cute, as I had not paid attention to the asses before, that is, if they are all just as perfect as that of my master Kent ... Or maybe it is just the anus of my master Kent, it is so pink, so perfect and absolutely cleansed. without realizing my admiration process is abruptly broken as Kent strongly stamp his ass against my face completely deforming it in the process for the pressure. I remember my place. I am his chair, or at least I train to be his chair.
My master wants to play again and since I am still a failure who cannot give him the full service of a chair, I have to lick his ass to leave it fresh and clean, nothing like saliva on your ass + the summer breeze coming through your window to caress you and merge with the humidity to give my master that divine freshness, that fresh that only special people can enjoy. It's serious, it's even a beauty measurement factor, you know you're cute when people fantasize about sucking your ass! My duties end when I leave his ass cool and nice, sadly for a lot of passion I put into my work, my master ignored me, I guess I really am just an object of comfort :(.
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Kent visits me tonight, 3 days have passed since his last time, my nose is a little better, this time I could be a chair full time for several minutes and kent could forget about me completely and sit playing video games on my face, He played a few games of blaze blue, while completely forgetting that he had a homosexual as a cushion for his ass.
