1. My first golden shower

I’ve spent days reading various stories; honestly, I never know whether they’re based on real experiences if they don’t specify. What happened today, I had to write down, especially for myself; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it. For those who read it, I hope you enjoy it, and sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes—I’m not used to writing.
A few weeks ago I came across a profile (on another app/site) looking for a submissive cocksucker. So, like a good submissive cocksucker, I wrote to him. We exchanged several messages, but we couldn’t find a time to meet. After a few messages, this week he wrote saying he’d be home alone over the weekend and felt like getting a good blowjob. Obviously, I replied that I’d be available.

And so it was: early in the afternoon he wrote saying he wanted my mouth, and we arranged to meet. He sent me the address and, without thinking, I was already getting dressed to go. On the way he told me:

When you enter the house, I want you to undress.

Before long, there I was, going up in the elevator, a bit nervous but eager to swallow this guy’s cock. As soon as the elevator door opened, I found myself directly in his apartment—there was no entryway—which surprised me, but I didn’t think much about it, because he was already standing there waiting at the entrance. And he said: how handsome, now undress.

I obeyed him. As I took off my clothes, I felt his gaze on me, watching me, looking me over, and when I didn’t even have my socks left on he said: you’re much hotter than in the photos. Right after that he grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. He didn’t kiss especially well, but not badly enough for me to try to avoid the kisses either. We kept kissing and I felt him groping my ass and cock, tasting my body and getting turned on. He let go of me and told me I kissed very well, that he liked it a lot. He slapped my ass—not very hard, but it still made me really horny—and said: let’s go inside.

He took me to the living room and kissed me again, this time a little better, and then he grabbed me by the head, pushing me downward, and asked if I liked feet. It’s not something I’m crazy about, but there was something about him that really turned me on, so I told him yes. He sat on the sofa, I took off his socks, and started licking his feet, honestly with much more eagerness than I’d imagined—first the right one, kissing it, licking it, putting it in my mouth—and suddenly I felt his left foot resting on my head, and immediately I kissed and licked the other foot, worshipping it, worshipping him. I kept licking and worshipping his feet, switching between right and left, while he enjoyed it and relaxed.

After a little while I noticed him sit up; he grabbed my head and kissed me again. He stood up, leaving me on my knees on the floor at the level of his bulge, and I threw myself into worshipping it, sm...