John

He was always a user.John?s particular thing was sex with anyone, male or female. He just wanted to dump his load and leave.We grew up together and throughout our high school and college years he always had a girlfriend. Of course, that never stopped him from emptying his load into any willing recipient without any remorse. On occasion, he would even hit on me, hoping to get a quick blow-job or hand-job, but I knew the score and never did, until this incident. Not to say that I wasn?t attracted to him, after all, he was in spectacular shape from running and lifting on a daily basis.I?ll never forget the one time that we were supposedly going fishing together on a local lake. It was just the two of us as none of our friends were able to make it, per John. So we rented this ten-foot rowboat and threw our fishing gear and a cooler full of beer in before I started rowing. We were both wearing t-shirts and cut-off jean shorts, although his were cut much shorter than mine and he never wore underwear. He always bragged about that like he was the only one that ever went commando. He said it was so he could drop and fuck at a moments notice.At first, John was facing away from me so that he could direct me towards a perfect fishing spot that he had recently found. I couldn?t really see where we were going but just followed his direction until we ended up in a secluded little cove with no one else in sight. After telling me to stop, he turned around and sat down facing me while getting his rod baited to fish. It was evident from the slight bulge in his shorts and the almanbahis small bit of scrotum hanging out that John was interested in catching something else.Within a few minutes we both had our lines in the water and a beer in our hands and the afternoon seemed to be going well. It wasn?t long before John decided that he was getting hot and needed to remove his shirt. The slight bulge in my shorts attested to his superb physique, and I?m sure that he noticed my admiration. An hour later and John was getting antsy; apparently his plan of getting me alone on a boat was all that he had in his limited repertoire of seduction techniques. Fortunately for me, he was an easy drunk, which gave me the upper hand because he wasn?t the only one wanting a release.He hadn?t gotten the response that he?d hoped for from me by removing his shirt, so he turned up the heat. After reeling in his line, he laid the pole in the bottom of the boat and lay back to get a nap. With the boat being so small he naturally had to spread his legs so that they were on either side of the bench that I was sitting on. Wriggling his ass around while feigning discomfort, he finally got settled and the result he wanted. I purposely faced away from him while he was flopping around pretending to be well into fishing. Once he was done, I glanced quickly between his legs to see that he had worked enough of a gap in his shorts for his entire ball-sack to be exposed.I continued to fish, and it wasn?t long before John commented, ?There must be a cool breeze coming through, do you feel anything??Without almanbahis yeni giriş looking over at him, I responded, ?You may as well take your shorts off completely since so much is hanging out now.??Will that get me a blow-job?? he inquired, as he sat up to unsnap his shorts.?Not from me? I replied, ?But maybe you can stick it in the water and get one from one of the bluegills that we?ve been catching.??Haha, fuck you!? John sneered, then added hopefully, ?How about a hand-job??I laughingly replied, ?You are on your own. Just jerk off like the rest of us do when we?re not getting any.?He revealed, ?I can?t cum from just jerking off. I need visual stimulation if I?m doing that.??Well I?m not showing you my ass, you?d just try to stick your dick up in it,? I responded.We both had a good laugh at that comment. John then asked pleadingly, ?How about just taking off your shoes??To which I replied, ?What is this, some sort of bottom to top striptease?? He said nothing, so I added, ?Are you trying to get me naked a little at a time?? Still, he said nothing and was actually avoiding eye contact with me at this point. I tried one last time by stating, ?Okay John, if you?re not going to respond then I?m going back to fishing.? Still, he said nothing, so I cast my line again and went back to fishing.A couple of minutes went by with John mumbling some incoherent shit to himself before he quietly reached into his pocket and displayed a bottle of pink nail polish. I looked at him queerly as he handed me the bottle and whispered, ?I have a thing for feet with painted almanbahis giriş nails, and I?ve noticed that your feet are quite feminine.? Beginning to stutter he continued, ?I mean they look soft and smooth with no callous? or cracks.??Thank you for the compliment, I think, but I?m not putting nail polish on my feet to satisfy your weird sexual needs? I replied.After about a minute of deep thought, John offered, ?I?ll paint your toes, and you can take pictures of me doing it so that you?ll have something over me, forever.?An evil grin slowly spread across my face as the realization of his statement sunk into my demented brain. The best part about this whole scenario is that if he weren?t such a complete ass, I would have let him fuck me out there and enjoyed it immensely. But now I got to demean him, now and forever, and maybe get a little release myself, in the process. As I began to untie my shoes, my cock started swelling at the thought of John sucking me off.While I removed my shoes and socks, John started shaking the bottle of pink nail polish. Once I was done, I placed the soles of my bare feet on his knees so that he could begin his work. I let him get about three toes into it and saw that he was practically panting like a dog in heat. About that time I unbuttoned the top of my shorts and slowly slid the zipper all the way down which left my bulging tighty whitey?s on full display.John paused momentarily as he noticed my display and was shaken from his trance by the flash on my phone as I took a couple of pictures of him with the polish in hand and applying it to my feet. After taking the pictures, I quickly sent them to my home email and said, ?Just in case you were thinking of throwing my phone in the lake I wanted you to know that I just emailed those pictures to my house.?