safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

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they laugh...

They laugh because I love feet in my face.
They giggle when I start to shrimp their toes.
To barefoot love's most intimate embrace
they first react with merry ho-ho-ho's.
But do I care?
They never laugh when I come up for air...

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treats...

I kneel before the Master for a treat.
He gives me cookies, cock and sometimes feet.
What he commands, I do. I never quibble.
He always gives me something good to nibble.
What will he do?
Unzip his fly? Bid me take off a shoe?

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you nasty guy...

Smother me with your feet. Run your bare soles
across my face. Impose their taste and smell.
I feel you test my unprotected holes
with fingers, cock and horny toes as well.
The holes reply:
"Oh, barefoot me again, you nasty guy..."

I was reviewing the clips and pics of Shawn Reeve and look what happened! His gorgeous feet give me such a rush - and hot flashes! Male menopause really is not easy! Who knew?

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I've died and gone to heaven...

What is the magic of a size 13?
In secret dreams he comes, he rubs, he smothers
my face with barefoot joys no man has seen.
Big, broad and beautiful, soles like no others,
feet fresh and bare
take me to heav'n when I'm already there...

Tod is the beautiful model with the size 13 feet at MFF today. My reaction? GULP!

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reborn...

I offer you my mouth, my lips, my tongue
to serve your toes as private dunking hole.
Loving your feet keeps me forever young.
I lose my innocence but find my soul.
Reborn again,
in you I know and blow all barefoot men...

You can't get away from me in my dreams, Tod!

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wiggle with love...

Soak those size 13 feet in vats of wine,
then satisfy this fantasy of mine.
Tread lightly on my face. Moisten my lips.
Wiggle those toes. I'll catch whatever drips.
Wiggle with love
'til feet fit on my face just like a glove...

factoring feet in the fidelity equation...

My loves I change like some guys change their socks.
It's not a question of their looks or cocks.
Passion and preference tend to repeat.
I may be fickle, but I'm true to feet.
Yes, dude, it's true.
I lust for ALL the barefoot boys. Don't you?

In the above 4 Tod poems, I try to show the relationship between the Ideal and the Real. Guys like Tod (and Carmine and the Alex's, etc.) represent an Ideal which we often feel is unattainable. But we meet a real person, fall in love, and find in a physical relationship with a real person a connection with the Ideal Lover. We attain the unattainable and through him we connect with all the beautiful barefoot lovers on the planet. We are so lucky! Just one good love does it - and we're sleeping with and shrimping the whole planet! You didn't even realize you were being so naughty, did you?

That's why guys like Tod and Carmine and the others are so important. The names of the others? C'mon, dude! I give you details of the wrinkles in their ball sacks, the spaces between their toes and you want me to remember their names, too? I'm good. But I'm not that good!

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barefoot rhapsody...

I sucked my way to paradise and then
his feet massaged my crotch until I came.
My balls still hold the smell of barefoot men.
The sheets are soiled. My penis takes the blame.

How wonderful to lean upon his chest;
to suck his nipples 'til he falls asleep;
to check his balls to see which loves him best;
to show him that my throat indeed is deep.

How wonderful to cuddle with his feet
whose soles and toes reach out to give their thanks;
soles that can pin me gently to the sheet;
toes that deliver secret midnight wanks...

Yes, that's a lot of GULPS for one day. He's really good! Don't miss the photoshoot of Tod in dark socks and bare feet. Oh, my goodness!

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from boss to bitch: seduced by a foot tease...

A foot tease? Really? What a stupid thing!
I'm skeptical but watch him lose a sock.
His foot is bare. I'm dazed. The guy's a king.
For toes like his I'd gladly suck a cock.
That's how I change
from boss to bitch to homo on the range...

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the butch and the bitch...

I used to be his boss. Now I'm his bitch.
I don't complain. The dividends are sweet.
He gave me daily head, so now it's rich
I give him head and all I get is feet.
But in the night
we switch roles back again. It comes out right...

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smother me...

Smother me with your feet, my barefoot friend.
I love the warmth, the texture of your sole.
Your feet are ecstasy that does not en
but gushes on in waves that rise and roll.
Your feet inspire
deep in my heart an otherworldly fire...