The Start of Some Kinky Gay Foot Action

"I tell you what," I told the blonde guy, "we'll have a taste test between the two different kinds of burritos, then we'll measure them both against the length of your foot and you'll see that it's true!"

"I like that idea," the blonde said, "even though this all seems a bit kinky." He then held out his hand for me to shake it and said, "My name is Rich, by the way."

We had to wait in line at the burrito stand a bit longer but I didn't mind because Rich let me slip my hand down the back of his swin trunks. I rubbed my hard cock against his ass and ran my fingers along the soft, firm surface of his butt cheeks. A couple times I nestled my fingers underneath his small, tight balls and played with them a little. Rich giggled and with all the fun we were having it seemed like just a few minutes before we both had a burrito in our hands and were walking along the beach on our way to the south side.

I was eating my burrito and watching Rich's beautiful feet kick up sand. As the bright sun beat down on my bare back I imagined what it would be like to see Rich's feet covered in the insides of a big burrito. I wanted to squeeze big, red spicy beans between his toes and chew on them, nibble on the heel of his foot as it was covered in ground beef and delicious, savory sour cream. I had had this same walk along the beach eating burritos with many guys and had used this seduction many times. The question of whether a burrito at either burrito stand was, indeed, as big as a cute guy's foot almost always seemed to work and cleverly combined my two most arousing fetishes, that of burritos and men's feet. I knew that it would be no time before I'd have Rich behind the rocks as the waves crashed against our bodies and I had a mouth full of both burrito and his big toe gently, deliciously rubbing against my tongue.