A Male Barefoot Singer, Part 1
(Posted on Sunday, August 12, 2001)
This story was submitted by barefoot_male_singer@hotmail.com.

I was reading the classifieds in my apartment one day and came across an ad from a band looking to hire a lead singer. The band was a heavy metal band. All of the members were in their 40's. The style of music was old classic rock style of heavy metal. I always had a good voice for singing heavy metal, so I immediately placed a call. A guy named Justin answered the phone. He was the base player and leader of the band. We hit it off great. We like a lot of the same kinds of music, so I knew that I had a shot at becoming the lead singer. We set up a meet time.

When I had arrived at the rehearsal, I found 2 other guys there also. Bob the drummer and Steve the guitar player. They were jamming out to some tune that they were trying to work on. I came into the room and sat down. The rest of the band started to ask me questions about the style of music I like, if I play any instruments, and if I had any experience playing live. The answers that I was giving seemed to pass with flying colors.

Then came the test to see if my voice was what they were looking for. They played some simple riffs and I was to just sing anything over what they were playing. When I started to sing, I could see their eyes light up. Again I was passing with flying colors. At the end of the session they said that I was in the band and told me to come back the next day for our first rehearsal as the official the lead singer.

The next night I came back and we got right to work. The band had been jamming out to some riff and they wanted me to add a melody over it. They gave me some lyrics and I was to construct a melody. Right away I began to sing a melody, again I could see their eyes lighting up. After about an hour I had the first verse down. We decided to take a break.

Steve decided to go into the kitchen and grab a beer for everyone. I sat down on the coach to rest. I decided to take off my shoes. As everyone sat down we decided to talk about the image of the band. I said to the rest of the band that I would like to sing barefoot on stage. The rest of the band seem to dig that concept. I said that I saw Steven Tyler of aerosmith sing on stage once barefoot and he had on black toenail polish. Bob the drummer said that he was at the aerosmith concert too and thought that Steven Tyler looked cool doing that.

I said to the band, "Does anyone have black polish?"

Bob said that his girlfriend had some and he went to get it. When he got back he gave it to me. I began to take off my socks and paint my toes right there. The band seemed to sit there and just watch, all of their hands seemed to be in their pockets, jerking themselves off and watching my feet. When I was done we went back to work to finish the song. I sang the rest of the night barefoot with my toes painted black.

The next day Steve, the lead and bass player, said that he had set a gig up at the local bar. That night we rehearsed for the show that would be the following night. So I took off my shoes and got barefoot, ready to rehearse. I could tell that the band was really digging my barefeet. I was 24 and they were all in their 40's. They didn't seem to mind that I was a guy. They all must have thought that my barefeet were hot because they kept staring at them.

When the night was over, Steve and I decided to stay while the others went home. He said that he had a new tune that he wanted me to sing. As I sat on the couch, I propped my barefeet up on the coffee table. He sat on the end of the coffee table and played me the bass riff. I moved my toes to the beat. It drove him wild. I could see him just literally staring at my feet. After a while I decided to just let loose. I made eye contact with him. I looked at him and then down at my barefeet. He looked at me and then his eyes followed down to my barefeet. After this back and forth session with our eyes, he made his move.

He leaned over  and started  sucking my toes. The black toenail polish was too much for him. He was sucking wild on my toes. His tongue was lashing all over my soles, and then in between my toes. He started bobbin up and down on my big toe. I just sat there on the coach in all my barefoot arrogance. I started saying things like, "Yeah, that's right. Suck my toes slave, you horny old 40 year old.
AAAAAAAAh, yeah, suck my toes good."

He licked and sucked my barefeet for an hour straight. Needless to say, I knew that the other band members were sure to follow.