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Playing With Caesar (M/M sexual, foot fetish)

oaklandtickles

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Here is a story based on fact. Names and locations have been changed. Warning: This story contains m/m sexual acts, escort services, some minor drug use and, of course, tickling. It also has a lot of foot worship.

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You can read the story at: https://www.literotica.com/s/playing-with-caesar where you can rate it. If you enjoy the story I'd appreciate your rating it.

Playing with Caesar

by oaklandtickles©

I don't get to travel often so I was excited to finally get an opportunity to travel, and not just travel but take a trip to San Francisco. Work keeps me chained to my desk most of the time but I needed to make some client calls. It's not that San Francisco is so far from LA, but it might as well be the moon because I get away so infrequently.

I'm gay and married to a wonderful, sexy man who I love with all my heart, but I wanted a bit of adventure. I am in my mid-fifties and still attractive and I know life probably doesn't get much better than this. I am not rich but I live well, have a great relationship and am generally happy. But I have always been sexually adventurous and I also have some special interests. I have a foot fetish and, more importantly, a tickling fetish. It may seem silly to a lot of men, but nothing turns me on more than making a rugged man giggle and squirm like a little boy. If I can make him laugh while keeping his cock hard at the same time, that is better still. I knew that if I planned in advance I could find a man in San Francisco that would be a good subject.

I'm about 5 feet 11 inches and 175 pounds. I exercise regularly so I have a firm, pleasant body with about a 34 inch waist and a 42 inch chest, a handsome face and salt & pepper hair and goatee. I look younger than my age, except perhaps my eyes that show some fatigue. Unlike most guys from LA, I am not a sun worshiper. In fact I avoid the sun at all cost which makes me pale. However my skin is unlined and smooth with only a light dusting of body hair. With a firm body, my nice skin adds to my more youthful appearance.

I booked the trip about two months in advance and then began looking for a suitable playmate. I had paid for escorts many times before and so I knew that they could be fun or disappointing. I was looking for fun and I hoped careful selection would improve my odds. It's easy to get excited and drawn to the wrong type of man strictly based on his photographs. I began looking at a popular web site for escorts and after a few days found a man that caught my attention. He went by Caesar and had darkly tanned skin covered with curly body hair. He was massively muscular but not defined like a body builder. He was about ten years my junior which made him age appropriate as escorts go. Besides, I am not attracted to boyish men.

His on-line profile did not show his face, only a bit of his goatee adorned chin. Unlike many ads, he did not list three dozen fetishes he was into. No, his ad was much more reserved. I often find that the more activities a guy lists, the less satisfying he will be. By listing everything an escort is really telling you nothing. I was looking for someone who was more selective and not just trying to hook up with anyone. And Caesar had several photos of his soft, well shaped masculine feet. His ad mentioned, " I have flawless feet, for those who care." I cared. He also advertised that he had a sling available. That would make for a much more fun experience.

The site lead to another site where clients posted reviews. There were at least four years of reviews that were all positive and clearly not all written by the same person. However, they were also somewhat discreet. Only one review mentioned his feet and simply said that they were as good as he advertised.

I thought about his ad for a couple of weeks while considering other candidates and decided to cast the dice. I wrote to him and was very candid about what I was looking for. I told him I liked foot play and wanted to know if he was ticklish. I told him that is not something that can be faked and so it was important to me that he be honest. If I got a bad vibe I would continue my search. He responded that he was ticklish but had not done that type of play before but was willing to try it. I was clear that I did not want to tie him up. I know that even a very strong muscular man is putting himself in a dangerous situation if he allows a stranger to put him in bondage. I figured that by being very respectful I would be sending a good message about the kind of experience he could expect from me.

We set a date and time. The trip was about a month away. I checked back with him briefly a week later to make sure he responded. It was tempting to contact him more frequently, but I know that escorts can be stalked sometimes and I did not want to come across as a creep. I waited until a week before to contact him again.

Our planned encounter would not strictly be a tickling scene but also incorporate lots of sensual and sexual play with boundaries. I didn't want to fuck or be fucked as I have always reserved that for my husband. You may ask why a very happily married man with a good sex life would risk an encounter with an escort. Frankly, I need to admit to having a bit of a sex addiction. I also want to feel like I still am attractive and a good escort is usually very complementary. I only really get to indulge my fetish for tickling other men outside my relationship. My husband does not enjoy being tickled and it is somewhat frustrating that I can watch all the videos I want, read stories and look at photographs but I don't get to actually satisfy my fetish with him. And yes, it is selfish. Finally, tickling is a fetish that invites curiosity about how different men will react. I don't think I could ever be one hundred percent happy tickling only one man.

I also care very much that my playmate has a good time as well. Of course I was very concerned that I have a good time but part of my fantasy is making a man really enjoy playing with me and I do love to worship a beautiful body. Moreover, tickling is one of those activities that can be playful and fun or torturous. Some guys like more intense torture, but I have rarely met an escort who shared my fetish; one or two, but they were exceptions. Even guys who list tickling among their activities are not usually turned on by tickling. They mostly are interested in tickling other men because it is low risk play and often a part of a bondage scene. So, putting Caesar at ease was a concern for me because the more fun he was having the more likely I would have fun.

I had booked two hours with Caesar but about a week before the trip I had an idea that made me give him a call. I had a couple of hits of very clean ecstasy left over from New Years. I thought about it and decided that I wanted to play with my emotions. Remembering my late 30's and early 40's I used to go dancing on ecstasy frequently and the guys in my circle and I were always very affectionate while on MDMA. Also, in my late teens and early 20's I had many brief sexual encounters that were also very valid emotionally engaging experiences. I wanted to feel like this was a special encounter. Engaging an escort, no matter how good, can feel more like an athletic event than an emotional experience for me. I wanted to let go and feel a connection with him. However, I was not interested in being the only one on ecstasy. If he was open to it then it might turn our encounter into a truly unique experience.

I texted him about three days before my trip and asked if I could phone him to ask a question. He said sure and so I called him while I was at lunch. I asked if the sling was available. In a light British/Middle Eastern accent he said that he usually charged extra for the sling but that it would already be set up anyway and so it would be his gift to me. I said, "Thank you. Now I have a gift for you. I have some very pure ecstasy and I would like to do it with you if you are interested." Without much persuasion he said yes and so we concluded our chat. I became much more excited about my up-coming trip.

Knowing that I would be on MDMA I decided that two hours was probably not enough time for our encounter and so I budgeted for three hours plus a tip. Caesar had expressed concern about my being out in the evening while high and so I thought that paying for an extra hour would give us the time we needed. Although I was less concerned that I would not have fun, I was still somewhat concerned about making Caesar feel at ease with me. Like bondage, taking drugs with a stranger is risky. Yes, the additional time added cost but it would make me a better client. In for a penny, in for a pound.

My trip to San Francisco was going well. I had not scheduled myself as tightly as I usually do and so was free to play several hours before our scheduled rendezvous. I took plenty of time to clean up. Although fucking was off limits during this encounter, it's always a good idea to be thoroughly clean because my ass was not completely taboo. My clothing was not going to be on for very long, but I wanted to feel sexy. I dressed in some black tight corduroy pants and a black and purple patterned long sleeved shirt. I decided to wear a black jock strap. The ecstasy would kill my hard on and if I became self conscious about that I could wear the jock to take my mind off of it. I could take a Viagra, but I find that it often doesn't help when I am on MDMA, so I decided to forego it.

I packed a small bag of supplies; my Sonicare electric toothbrush with an old head, a wiry hair brush, a comb. These could be tools for tickling. I would have brought feathers but they don't travel well and I didn't know where to find any locally.

His apartment was in Diamond Heights, a nice neighborhood with views of the downtown and bay. There were a lot of apartment buildings in the area. With the help of GPS I was there a little early and walked the neighborhood to kill some time. He asked me to phone ten minutes before arriving to give him notice.

As I strolled around I passed a drug store and had an idea. I stopped in and found a soft makeup brush to use as a tickling tool. I'd leave it behind with Caesar when we were done. The time was upon me and I was getting quite nervous. Too much time to think about our encounter had put me on edge. I made the phone call to tell him I was ten minutes away, then began strolling back to his apartment. I called 15 minutes early because I wanted to arrive five minutes early to get the nuts and bolts out of the way and not eat into our play time.

He buzzed me into his building and I took the elevator to the third floor. He greeted me at the door wearing loose, knee length shorts and slides on his feet. He looked like his photographs, deeply tanned and covered with dark curly hair. He was massively built and solid; the body of a man. He had an engaging smile and had large dark eyes. As was noted in his many good reviews, his head was shaved. He had a melodious voice with the slight accent that I had heard on the phone which enhanced his worldly charm.

His space was very well decorated with a galley kitchen to the left opening to a large living area that faced the view. There was a balcony running the length of the unit. To the right and left of the living area were large bedroom spaces and I could see the sling set up in the bedroom are to the left as it was placed near the bedroom door. The lighting was soft and he was playing some jazz or easy listening music. The place had an air of luxury about it. It was impeccably clean and neatly arranged.

We stopped in the kitchen and he offered me some water. I accepted gladly and decided now was the time to get the transaction out of the way. I told him that I was hoping he would be available for three hours and he smiled and said he was. I then counted out the money along with a tip. As I said to him, I didn't want to worry about that at the end of the evening nor did I want him worrying about it either. I think it was a good decision for me. It helped me relax a bit more and I sensed that he felt respected for his time.

"Thank you for keeping the sling up and for agreeing to do ecstasy with me."

"It caught my attention when you said it was pure ecstasy. It has been a long time since I have done it." he said.

"When I bought it, it came in crystal form and so I had to grind it up and measure it myself. I could tell it was relatively pure."

"You have taken this before yourself?" he asked.

"Yes and I can tell you that it has not been cut with speed. I hate that stuff. This should be a nice feeling. I took your advice though and decided to not bring more than these two hits since I need to drive later." With that we each took our capsule and washed it down with water.

"Do you smoke pot?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." With that he passed me an e-cigarette and I took a small hit. Then he suggested we go to the bedroom. Instead of heading towards the room with the sling we went to the other room. I undressed, deciding to go without my jockstrap, while he arranged a few things. My eyes found a clock and noted that it was about 7:10 p. m. It would be about 40 minutes before we began to feel the ecstasy.

The room was beautiful, very clean and neat with a large master bathroom to the rear of the unit and a balcony at the front. He had a king sized bed that provided plenty of room to stretch out and play. I was still very nervous but hoped that it would pass. Caesar returned from the bathroom naked with a nice hard cock and lay down on the bed with an arm outstretched to receive me. I lay down in the crook of his arm and began to explore. His body was hard from regular workouts and his entire front torso was covered with black curly hair. His body hair was course in texture which seemed very masculine and complemented his physique. He smelled fresh and clean. We began kissing and as I kissed him I tried to focus my attention on being in the moment. The only way to combat my nervousness was to focus on the here and now.

I love to kiss. Kissing is like partner dancing and I also love to dance. Each move requires a response and one needs to read the moves of ones partner to be fully engaged and enjoy it. So much is communicated in a kiss. Caesar was a good kisser. Our tongues danced and played. I closed my eyes and fell into the kiss letting it go on for as long as it would. As we continued to kiss I ran my hands over his wonderful body and lightly pinched a nipple. He placed his hand on mine and guided it away from his nipple. Ah, too sensitive, I thought. I need to be careful. And yet, we seemed to be in sync already. He was good at non-verbal communication and I am a good reader of people.

I sat up in a kneeling position and continued to massage his body. Maybe he thought I would begin by tickling him right away, I don't know. But with three hours to play I thought that it was best to start slowly and get comfortable. I would save the tickling for later. Right now I had a wonderful man letting me play with his body and I wanted to fully enjoy the lover in front of me.

A few minutes later he lifted his legs and put his feet in my face. I grasped them and finally got a good look at the flawless feet he advertised. I never asked his shoe size but I would guess a size ten. They were wide with a gentle high arch and well shaped toes and clear well groomed nails. His soles were as soft as a teenage boy's. I have once played with a man whose feet were just as soft, but they were not so well shaped and not attached to such muscular furry legs or so handsome a body. The skin of his feet was softer than many people's hands and perfect in every way. They were freshly clean, but I wondered in that moment if I might have enjoyed a little taste of perspiration on them.

I devoured them like a starving man at a banquet. I love to lick and worship feet and this would be a great night because I knew that as the ecstasy came on later it would enhance an already perfect experience. Still not tickling him, I ravenously licked his soles, sucked each toe and flicked my tongue between his toes. I pressed his soles to my face and nuzzled them and then put each set of toes in my mouth to suck.

Hardly passive, Caesar used his powerful legs and feet to take control. He crooked the back of my head with one foot while pressing my face with the other. He moved my head around between his feet like a soccer player manipulates a ball on the field. This was a new experience for me. I have had many men use their feet in many ways over the years but Caesar really understood how to be dominant with me without my feeling any sense of abuse or degradation. After a few minutes I grasped them again and began licking. I paused and looked into his eyes. "Best feet ever," I told him. My cock had sprung up hard and I stroked myself while I continued to lick his beautiful feet.

After a few more minutes of foot play he asked if I would rub some lube on his cock. He preferred a silicone lubricant that I also like and so I began stroking him and fondling his balls. His cock was nearly as tan as his body except for above the circumcision scar which was somewhat lighter toned and pinkish. He had a handsome cock, thick at the base and tapering slightly towards the mushroom shaped head. I swallowed his cock while watching his balls pull up tight to his body. After a short time sucking him he stopped me. It was far to early for him to orgasm and I realized I may have been being over zealous.

"Are you into feet?" I asked.

"Not really. I mean it feels very good and I look after them." He seemed to very much enjoy what I was doing, but I understood. He wasn't really into other men's feet but he enjoyed being worshiped.

Caesar flipped himself over and presented his meaty, manly ass to me. It was definitely a man's ass, dusted with finer hair compared to the rest of his body. There was a tan line, but his skin was still olive complected and I am certain he sunbathed nude sometimes. Parting his muscular cheeks I was surprised his hole was less hairy than I expected. I had told him that I wanted to rim him and here was a tasty treat spread before me. I did not need to be told what to do.

I love to rim a nice clean ass and, as with the rest of him, Caesar's ass was impeccably clean. I never just dive in; well maybe sometimes. But right then I had time to play and enjoy the evening. I began with long tongue strokes in his crack as I massaged his muscular cheeks and gave his lower back a deep tissue massage. There are so many nerves that pass through the base of the spine and I find most men really enjoy a massage of the upper butt cheeks and lower back as they are eaten out. Not too much pressure because this isn't supposed to be physical therapy, but enough pressure to make this about his entire ass and not just some tentative teasing of his hole.

I'd be tickling him soon enough. Right now I wanted to pleasure his ass. I buried my face in his muscular ass crack and licked, sucked and nibbled my way around. I ran my goatee over his soft skin like a brush. I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. Mostly, I paid attention. When he seemed to like something, he got more. When I was doing something too long, I switched it up. I caressed him deeply. I sucked on the outer edges of his ass lips. I sometimes teased with my tongue but mostly this was an enthusiastic and vigorous butt munching.

After about ten minutes I came up for air. "You have skills," he said.

"Hmmm?"

"You're good at that."

"Thank you. And I haven't even done what I am good at yet."

He smiled at me,"I can't wait."

I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. His weight felt brilliant on my body. Caesar outweighed me by about 30 pounds, which felt right. I began lightly stroking and tickling his back between the shoulder blades.

I remember having a play buddy many years ago that was very ticklish in the center of his back; ticklish enough to make him laugh. But for him that was the one place where tickling was highly erotic. He would sometimes lay on his stomach and ask me to tickle his back for ten or fifteen minutes at a time. How could a man like me with a tickling fetish resist someone begging to be tickled?

I heard Caesar giggle just for a second and I smiled to myself. This was a good sign for me. He was sensitive but he seemed to enjoy himself. We kissed some more as I stroked his back. No more giggles, but it wasn't quite time for that yet.

"Am I too heavy for you."

"No, this is perfect."

"I'm too heavy for a lot of guys," he said. All I could think was, what a loss for them. If this were a more romantic situation I'd want to spend a lot more time under Caesar.

We sat up and took a sip of water. I glanced at the clock and saw that we had been playing for thirty-five or forty minutes. I was feeling a lot less nervousness and thought that maybe the ecstasy would be kicking in soon.

"Shall we put you up in the sling?" I asked.

"Sure, let's go to the other room." We gathered our water and the lubricant and moved to the opposite bedroom.

Both rooms were nearly the same size with the major difference being the absence of an en-suite bathroom in the second bedroom. Instead of where the bathroom entrance would be there was a very large closet filling the wall covered with floor to ceiling sliding mirrored doors. The sling was set up between the closet space and the bed which allowed the mirrors to reflect the sling area. It was a great setup because we could watch each other and ourselves while we played with no effort at all.

In the center of the sling, hanging from the upper bars was a convex sling stand mirror that allowed the man in the sling to watch everything as he lay back and enjoyed himself. With such a beautiful man before me, the mirrors were a great enhancement. The room was impeccably clean and laid out as though expecting guests. Perhaps he used the space as a bed and breakfast sometimes.

Caesar mounted the sling and then I adjusted the stirrups to the correct height. His feet needed to be comfortable and easy to reach. By now I was feeling the ecstasy nibbling around the edges of my consciousness. I was more relaxed and feeling sensual but I was not high yet.

Caesar lay back with his arms over his head. He smiled up at me with a warm inviting smile. This was very nice. I love to watch a man's face. His smile was beautiful and his large dark brown eyes were playful. I arranged my tickling tools on the end of the bed. With his feet being so soft I was probably not going to use the hair brush or the comb. I decided that I would start with the soft makeup brush and set it close to me. Then I began a gentle massage of his entire body from head to toe. As I began to come onto my ecstasy I sometimes impulsively licked and sucked on his beautiful feet or knelt down and licked his widely spread hole.

"Have you ever been tickled before like this?"

"No," he smiled back at me.

"We are going to have a lot of fun. I want you to know that laughter turns me on so don't hold back. The best thing to do is roll with the sensation and go along for the ride," I said.

Gradually my stroking changed from massage to light teasing. I ran my finger tips along his body, grazing his hairs, searching his body and face for reactions. For many reasons this was going to be a sensual tickling session, but I planned for it to have its intense moments. I picked up the soft makeup brush and began stroking him with it all over. I glided the brush along his outstretched arms, down his pits and sides and up to his neck. I brushed along his belly and groin, I tickled his balls and along the shaft of his erect cock. I teased along his inner thighs, behind his knees, along his calves and finally to his feet. I brushed the hairy tops of his feet and then tickled under his toes and soft soles.

Caesar was not laughing, but such soft play usually does not cause laughter unless the subject is very ticklish. He seemed to be enjoying the sensation, smiling and sometimes closing his eyes as the brush danced across his body. I was starting to feel my ecstasy more strongly. It was a floaty, pleasant high without any speediness and no nervousness. "Do you feel the ecstasy?" I asked.

"Yes, I feel it. It is not too strong."

"No, just a nice feeling," I said. I continued to brush his body but had the sudden urge to lick his feet again. I set down the brush and grasped his right foot. I squeezed as much of his foot in my mouth as I could and then began snaking my tongue between his toes. This felt very sensual to me. I am very orally fixated when I am on ecstasy and, as I expected, his feet were the perfect object of my affection. I licked and sucked and massaged his foot then moved to the other for a minute to give it the same treatment. Then, distracted by the sight of his wonderful ass hole, I knelt down and began eating his hole again. I glanced towards the mirror and watched him enjoying the attention I was giving to his ass. Truly I could have made love to his ass all night long but I had other items on my agenda.

I stood up again and began tickling his right foot with my hands. As I stroked randomly along the sides and across the ball of his foot he began to laugh. Encouraged I continued to play with his foot tickling it all over as he giggled and tried to pull away. I held the foot in front of the stirrup and tickled him more making him laugh and squirm. He had a delicious manly laugh and a beautiful smile. While this was tickling him for sure, I could tell that he could take it and he seemed to be enjoying the sensation. I moved to the other foot to give it the same treatment.

I loved watching his face as I tickled his soft shapely feet. By now I was in a very good head space. In some ways I wish I had brought more ecstasy with me because I really do enjoy a more intense high. But this was prefect for what we were doing. Our focus was on sensation play and not on being high together. The drug enhanced the situation without overpowering it.

Moving up to his torso, I tickled his arms without much reaction but drifted down to his arm pits. I grasped his firm hairy pectorals and lightly wiggled my fingertips under the muscle. He laughed much more intensely and pulled his arms down to protect himself. I lightened my touch and then increased the tickling trying to keep him laughing without making him thrash and pull away too much. I stopped and backed off knowing I would return to that spot later.

As I stepped back to admire his thickly furred bronze body, his erect brown nipples drew my attention. "How do you like your nipples touched?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I like them sucked." I moved to the side of the sling and took his left nipple into my mouth. "Gently", I thought to myself, "gently." I sucked his tit lightly, flicking my tongue around his areola and across the sensitive teat. I spent several minutes gently nursing and teasing his nipples while stroking his muscular hairy body.

Caesar asked me to lube up his cock again. I was more than happy to pay attention to his dick. Keeping him aroused was one of my goals. I use an ample amount of lubricant and stroked his cock and balls, lubing around his ass lips as well. I stroked and sucked him for a while and then went back to tickling his feet.

With my hands covered in silicon lube I tickled both his feet. The lubricant amplified the sensation making my fingertips glide over the surface of his feet and between his toes. Again he was laughing and I could tell that he could handle handle it. His feet were very ticklish but also an erogenous zone and so he didn't mind enduring the playful torture as long as I was using the right touch.

After a few minutes Caesar asked for a break to pee.

"Be careful walking on your slick feet," I said.

"Don't worry, I'll wear slides," he said as he dismounted from the sling. The short break gave me a moment to reflect on our play so far. I was feeling good. The ecstasy had taken away my nervousness and made me feel in the moment with Caesar. I was very glad I had extended the session an extra hour. I didn't feel rushed knowing that we still had plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.

After a few minutes Caesar returned and climbed back into the sling. I decided it was time for a change of pace. Now that I understood his body a little better I thought the electric toothbrush might be the right tool to get a good response.

"I am going to use the electric toothbrush on you now. I usually don't use it much because I don't like the noise it makes but I think it will be a good sensation."

I picked up the brush and turned it on his right foot again. As I pressed the bristles beneath his toes I was rewarded with more intense laughter than before. He pulled back but I gripped his ankle and continued to work his soft lubricated sole over with the vibrating bristles. Caesar was laughing a lot now but again I sensed that he could take it. It was intense but not enough to make him ask me to stop. This was the reaction I wanted. My reluctance to use the electric toothbrush evaporated in that moment.

After about a minute on his right foot I switched to his left foot and gave it the same treatment. Again he laughed, sometimes throwing his head back and squirming with the sensation. The baby soft skin of his feet seemed to love the vibrations but I had to hold his foot still to keep him from pulling away. Still he did not ask me to stop.

I ran the vibrating head of the brush up his inner thighs to his balls and around his ass. This did not produce laughter but I think he enjoyed the sensation. Sometimes I used the back side of the brush head like a vibrator rather than have the bristles against his cock and balls. Caesar's cock remained hard and I enjoyed teasing him with the vibrations. I tormented his torso, nipples and arms with the brush head. Again, he wasn't laughing at the sensations but he seemed to relish the vibrations along his body.

Finally tiring of the toothbrush I set it down and went back to his arm pits. I wiggled my fingertips in his pits as I did before and was rewarded with intense laughter. He pulled his arms down but I simply stopped and moved his arms back up above his head. Looking into his eyes I smiled at him theatrically and said, "You are a big strong man. I am sure you can take this." Then I went for his pits again. He tried to hold his arms up but within a couple of seconds he was again trying to block me. We played this game for a minute before I began tickling the rest of his upper body.

I suspected that his sides and belly might be just as ticklish wit the right pressure. It was then that I noticed a long scar running from under his sternum to below his navel. It was a very neat scar, tanned like his skin and with so much hair on his body it was not prominent. Not knowing what this was from I decided that I wouldn't dig too hard on his belly. Usually on a muscular man deep pressure on his abdominals will get a good reaction. I could tell that I might have succeeded but I decided to err on the side of caution. Besides, if I really got him thrashing around bondage would be necessary. He was very strong and could easily push me away.

By now I was ready for another change of pace. I lubed up his cock and stroked it for a while. He was still hard. I sucked him and began teasing his hole with my lubricated fingers. His hole was relaxed. We had not discussed anything beyond rimming him. My hard-on was nowhere to be found thanks to the ecstasy so fucking was out of the question. Besides, I didn't want to cross that line. Still, I couldn't let such a beautiful ass feel neglected. I tentatively inserted a fingertip and began massaging his hole as I sucked him. Caesar didn't resist me and so I inserted my entire finger and began a prostate massage as I continued my fellations.

Between the extensive rimming he had received and the ecstasy, Caesar's ass was eager for more stimulation. After a minute I gently inserted a second finger which his ass easily swallowed. I continued my massage for a while as I sucked his lovely cock. After a while I tried a third finger. This time he reached down and stopped my hand and so I withdrew and went back to a single digit in his ass. I sucked and massaged until he warned me that he was getting close to coming.

"It is still too soon to come," I said as I backed off from stimulating him.

Picking up the toothbrush again I changed pace by again tickling his feet. Again he laughed and squirmed to my delight. After a few more minutes of play Caesar said he needed another break to pee.

"Would you like some water?" he asked. Knowing that ecstasy can dehydrate you I accepted his offer.

Pointing at the tooth he said,"That! That thing got to me. Would you like another hit of dope?" he asked."

"No thank you, I am enjoying what I am feeling," I replied. With that he slipped out of the room. As my eyes followed him out the door I tuned into the music that had been playing in the background. I felt very good and was happy to sway to the music while I waited for Caesar to return. The toothbrush was the most effective tool I used on him and that he would get a bit more of that when he returned.

After a few minutes Caesar came back with two glasses of water. He mounted the sling again and I was once again presented with a handsome furry muscle bear to play with. "Do you feel your ecstasy?" I asked.

"Yes, I can feel it. It's not too strong," he said.

"No, just enough to feel nice." I once again began massaging his furry body. I played with his nipples lightly and teased his pits. Then I grabbed the makeup brush again and began stroking his body and neck. I brushed his face and upper lip, which got some reaction. If we were dong a more intense scene with bondage I might have spent more time lightly teasing his face.

Standing at the base of the sling I was always near his luscious feet. I couldn't help but lick and suck and tickle them some more. Now I was more attentively watching his facial expressions. I drank in his smiling eyes as I continued to play. Grabbing the electric toothbrush I again teased his body, running it over his balls and cock and groin. That didn't tickle him so much but he seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a little while I went back to his feet and let the vibrating bristles dance across his soles and under his toes. I held his foot more firmly this time knowing that he could take the tickle torture and enjoy it. My attention was focused on the soft soles as I listened to his laughter.

After a few more minutes I could feel the ecstasy begin to wear off of me. I had been massaging, worshiping and tickling Caesar for nearly an hour and a half in the sling. I felt like I needed a bit of a break.

"Could we trade places and have me in the sling?"

"Sure," he said.

We traded places and for the first time I got a good look in the convex mirror over the sling. It gave me an excellent view of myself and also a good view of him standing in front of me. The the floor to ceiling mirror to my right also gave an excellent view. I decided I should get a mirror for above my sling at home.

Caesar stroked and tickled me lightly. He seemed tentative, not sure how to make me laugh. I was expecting that. Often when I have played with men who were new to tickling as erotic sensation they are unsure how much pressure to use. It takes a bit of practice as everyone reacts differently. I love to be tickled but sometimes I don't react easily until someone gets to know my body. I suggested he try the hair brush on my feet so he grabbed it and began running it over my feet, watching my reactions. It felt good but I didn't want to disappoint him by not laughing. I'm sure he would have enjoyed driving me crazy but I was too relaxed from the ecstasy and a little fatigued. I could tell he would have trouble making me lose control.

"That feels nice but I don't feel very ticklish right now," I said. Then my eyes were drawn to the large scar down the center of his abdominals. "What happened?" I asked.

"Oh, I injured myself from working out too hard."

"A hernia?" I asked.

"Yes, I was off for about a month healing from the surgery. But I am all better now and I like the scar."

"It's a very neat job and it does look good. Very masculine."

"I like it," he said as he smiled back at me.

"I don't have any scars but I had a procedure a couple of years ago. I had an arrhythmia and they went up through an artery in my leg and burned a nerve in my heart that was misfiring. That cured me. It could come back, but I have been fine since the procedure." I said.

We continued to chat a little while and then I asked him if he wanted to cum. I was not hard and didn't care if I shot a load.

"Yes," he said.

"How would you like to cum?"

"I'd like to cum while eating your ass."

Ah, what a wonderful surprise. My husband loves my ass but I felt flattered that this hunk would want to eat me out while he stroked himself. He got down on his knees and began rimming me. It felt wonderful and very intimate. I watched him in the mirror as he buried his face in my crack and licked as he stroked his cock. I'll always remember the image of him tonging my hole as he jacked his cock. After a few minutes he shot his load with his tongue deep in my ass.

After he stood up I dismounted from the sling and we went to his bedroom. We lay down on his bed and I snuggled up to him. We were quickly joined by his orange tabby cat who sat next to him near the foot of the bed. We talked for a while. He told me that I was good at what I did and that he had a good time with me, enjoying every bit of the experience. I felt the same. We talked about escorting. I shared that when I was younger I fantasized about being an escort. "You are sort of part part sexual athlete, part therapist and part entertainer," I said. Caesar seemed so cultured that I doubted this could be the only thing he was doing, but he shared that for now he was making his living from escort work.

I asked his ethnicity and he told me he was Iranian. "Ah, that makes so much sense to me because I think Persian men are so beautiful," I said. I have often lusted after Iranian men and now when I looked at his face and furry body I could clearly see his ethnic background. He told me that his family was accepting of his sexual orientation and I was very glad to hear that.

We discussed my fetish a bit and I offered to send him some favorite video clips and true stories I have written. He seemed open to receiving them which made me feel good. Aside from my husband there are not many men I can confide in about my fetish. I asked that he send me some photographs because I could not download the ones from his web site. Although he doesn't publish his face, I wanted some mementos to remember him by.

His second cat joined us for a few minutes and Caesar mentioned how his red haired tabby liked to nuzzle in his armpit at night. It reminded me of a cat I once had that nibbled my beard every night before bed. I could faintly smell the masculine aroma of Caesar's perspiration and envied the cat for a minute. I could easily bury my nose in his pit for an hour or so, sniffing and licking.

He offered to let me stay longer, but I needed to leave. I had a bit of a drive and a phone call to make when I returned to my hotel. By now the ecstasy had warn off and I was alert and able to drive. Caesar walked me to my car and we said our goodbyes.

That night I reflected on my encounter with Caesar. I think it was very much what I was looking for. It felt like we made the most of the evening and that we made a connection. Our connection was bounded by the short period of time, but it felt real none the less. I also felt very proud that I showed him something new and made it a good experience for him. It made me realize that at least one reason I am attracted to escorts is that I am searching for some validation of my own sexual prowess. That was something I never realized about myself before.

I did send some stories to Caesar and shared a couple of videos with him. He impressed me by replying with positive comments. I know we don't share my fetish for tickling but I do think I helped him enjoy something new. I also added an excellent review to his many on-line reviews. I identified myself as a foot fetishist in the review because I thought he could use a review that mentioned foot play. However, I was discreet about our time together and did not divulge any details. My time with Caesar was a very good experience. If I am very lucky I will get to play with him again.
 
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