the weird entomologist

Epifanio de la Nuez,

(Eppy)

the weird

entomologist

By Paco Prado

Eppy was a graduate student at Purdue University in West Lafayette, In. when I met him. He was originally from Miami and was in his last year at the University when both his parents died, a week apart from each other. It must have been devastating to him because he came down for spring break and first his mother and six days later his father passed away.

He put on hold his studies since he had lost so much time that semester that he withdrew from his classes and would come back in the fall to finish his last year. When I met him he was having all these state sales and was trying to sell the Morningside house his parents had lived in. It was clear to him that he wasn’t going to come back to the area when he graduated and he also needed the money to pay for his last year of college. Mom and dad were gone so now he had no financial support.

Eppy advertised in The Miami Herald when he held a very large estate sale of all of his parent’s stuff. I came to see what I could find and I found him. I wanted to buy him right then and there but he wasn’t part of the estate sale. I soon found out that he was attracted to me and he made it known in no uncertain terms: “Wow, I’m so glad you could come, I hope you found what you were looking for” Eppy said as he looked at my crotch.

I answered: “Yes, I found some Lladró and some of the china fascinating and I am going to buy them, now, have you found what you are looking for?” and I grabbed my crotch as I said it. He nodded, didn’t say anything and groped me. Then he said: “It’s about five now, the sale will be over at six, would you like to stick around or do you have something else to do?”

I noticed that Eppy was looking at my feet, I was wearing sandals and my feet were almost bare. So I told him that I would stay and he said he was going to fix us drinks. No more people came after that and he went outside and took away the sale signs, locked the front door and came back to the lanai where we were having our drinks. When he returned from locking the front door, I had my feet up on a little ottoman and upon his entering the room, the first thing he did was to look at my bare feet and come over to massage them.

“Hey, do you want to see my collection of bugs?” That is when I found out that he was an entomologist. He took me upstairs and into a bedroom adjacent to his where there were cabinets and showcases after showcases with the most unusual desiccated bugs. My interest was of course the butterflies and he had plenty of those. He was so proud of his collection and facing a dilemma because he didn’t want to get rid of it but now that the house was under contract he had to do something with them. I told him that perhaps the best thing he could do was put the cases in storage until he settled down after graduating.

There was an alcove in the center of the house, it was kind of a library/study and he sat in this blue armchair and proceeded to take off all his clothes. I followed suit and he was built very nice, with an uncut dick but no pubic hair. I wanted to go over and suck him and he was just getting excited watching me naked. He started to play with himself and I could no longer contain myself. I went over and spread his ass cheeks and just gave him a very thorough rim job.

“Oh, oh, yes, that feels so good, ah, ah, eat my ass, ah, ah” He then made me stop and he went down on me briefly. He continued on to my knees, and eventually to my feet. I have had a foot fetishist once before in one of the saunas, I can’t remember which or even when and it was a trip.

But this one was different; he was so good at this that within minutes of sucking on my toes and licking my feet I was ready to shoot my wad.

Eppy knew he was bringing me past the brink, he was now going from one foot to the other and on to my armpits, biting my nipples and in general, just giving me so much pleasure that I was getting there: “oh, oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you are good, yes, that is awesome, suck my toes, yeah, yeah, I’m gonna cum, oh, oh, oh, shiiiiitttt, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming. Eppy then went for my cock and wrapped his mouth around it to receive my jizz and he blew his load right on to my foot. The fucking session never happened.

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