There are certain kinky interests of mine that I just can’t share with
my partner. Most people I would pick up at a bar just wouldn’t be
interested in indulging me in my fetishes that I decided to start
cruising the streets to find someone who would be willing to do
whatever it is I want as long as they get paid. Near the homeless
shelter is a park where desperate men will go and hang out waiting for
the next pervert to come along and offer them money for whatever sick
fantasy they may have just so they can go back and buy their alcohol
or their crack. I occasionally run into the same macho thugged out
masculine black men often. They grin when they see me because they
know what I like and what I want from them. They grin because they
know that I don’t ask them to do anything they wouldn’t enjoy doing
anyways and the fact I pay them for it makes it even all the more
better.

I didn’t see the regular guys I usually pick up but I did notice one
new guy. He was a tal thick built dark skinned black man who stood
almost 7 ft. tall. I noticed he looked like he had huge feet. I
stopped my car, motioned for him to come here and without even asked
me what I needed, he jumped into my car and we took off. I know of a
dirty run down motel downtown that I like to take my tricks at and
have them do for me what I can’t get other people to do.

After I bought him 2 40 ounce bottles of his favorite beer we kicked
back in the motel room and he sat on the floor as I  sat in the chair,
right in front of him. He finished off his 40. Ounce and asked what I
needed from him. I told him to take off his shoes and socks. He looked
at me like he knew what I liked. He said…oh, you have a foot fetish,
‘aight, here you go have fun.

He had gorgeous huge feet. I asked him what size. He said with a cocky
grin 14.

After inspecting his huge feet for awhile, he laid there sipping from
his other 40 ounce beer , totally oblivious to what I was doing. In
the meantime I have undone my pants, dropped my draws down and laid
back down on the floor. That got his attention. I took my pants and
boxers all the way off and started to jerk my dick.He looked down at
me wanting to know what I was thinking. I spread my legs wide open to
where the soles of my feet were clasped together and as I continued t
jerk off I told him to sit in that chair. He got up and did so, he was
now sitting in a chair, right in front of me. I then told him, run
your hot big feet up against my nuts. My nuts where prominently
displayed right in front of him. He grinned and proceeded to do so.

I threw my head back and waited till I felt his cold clammy feet
slowly pressed up against my full low hanging balls that were bouncing
at the time while I was jerking off. I then told him to stand up. He
proceeded to take his foot off my nuts and stand up but I said, no!
Leave your foot on top of my balls when you stand up. I looked up at
him and his first reaction was confusion then a big grin came over his
face and proceeded to plant his hot huge sexy dirty foot right down on
top of my balls until my nut sac was the only thing between his foot
and the floor.

My dick got twice as hard and I started to jerk twice as fast and
started to breath heavy. He said, oo, you like dat huh? I just moaned.
Sensing he was starting to get into it he started to lift his foot up
and slam it back down hard on my nuts. This just got me even more
excited. Then I told him go ahead! Kick ‘em, squeeze ‘em, punch ‘em,
step on them like a bug! Just do it! And with that he obliged my kinky
fetish and kept it up. The more he did it and the more he saw I liked
it the more pressure he increased on my poor balls until finally I
shot a wad so far up it hit me in the face. I orgasmed several times
spilling a huge amount of seed, all over my face, chest and stomach.

I got up, cleaned up, paid him his money and since the room was
already paid for for the night I let him have it and he stayed there
for the night.

Before I walked out the door and he laid back on the bed with the t.v.
on 40 ounce beer in his hand he said, hey, anytime you want this
brother to bust yo balls, you know where to find me. I’d be more than
happy to crush your balls, white boy, and grinned and laughed slightly
while taking a sip of his 40 ounce .He said, yea, I know quite a
number of brothers who would be more than happy to kick you in your
balls, hard, my man. For a few bucks of course.

Word got around the park that there is this white boy who will pay
those hardcore masculine black brothers top dollar to have his balls
squished underneath their huge feet. And I was more than happy to
oblige