"Your new nickname is Quarter Pounder," I texted him.

We'd just been together again last night, and I had told him that I'd been referring to him as The 28 Year-Old to my friends. He told me it was lame, and I told him that he didn't get to choose his nickname. But the next day when relaying the spicy details of our dates to a friend and including this quip, she came up with his new one. It's a play on his age, our obvious sexual activity, and the fact that twice after our hookups, we've gone to McDonald's, and he actually ordered one.

"Lolll omg" was all I got back from him. I think he approved the new moniker.

He's an anomaly in my dating profile: 10 years my junior and having reached out to me directly on a spicy platform. I ignore nearly all messages I get, but his "I'm your guy :)" titled message and his singular picture was enough to garner my response and our eventual meeting. In person, he is gorgeous. Incredibly tall, muscular, and blond with a deep tan from a summer in the sun. He looks like he walked out of a surfer romance novel, and I can't believe someone this hot is interested in me.

I normally don't play with guys in their 20s - I don't look to teach anyone and I want to make sure if I'm spending time with someone, I'm getting pleasure out of it too. But he has quickly proven that he knows what he is doing.

Case in point: The first night we were together, we were hanging out at his place on the couch after having a drink on his rooftop and starting to get familiar with each others' bodies. He stripped me naked, and began using his very skilled mouth and fingers on me. I warned him I squirted - warnings which went unheeded as he proceeded to make me squirt numerous times, soaking his couch, before I finally begged for a break. We learned our lesson after that - towel or waterproof blanket is a must because he both has an affinity and skill for making me squirt.

But perhaps my favorite thing about him (which is a hard thing to pinpoint given his looks and his skill in bed) is his adventurous nature. One night during our naked play, we found ourselves laying opposite ends from each other, legs commingled and each of us rubbing the other's feet. We were discussing our fantasies and things we wanted to explore when a foot fetish popped up. As he was still lying naked on the couch with me, I brought one foot down to his nice cock and started rubbing it. It wasn't long before I had him hard underneath my soft feet, and looking across at his face, it was no doubt he was enjoying this.

This was the first footjob I'd ever given, and I always like to make sure my partners are feeling satisfied with what I am doing. However, neither of us are afraid of telling the other what feels good. I watched him with increasing sexual hunger as he moved my feet where he wanted them on his cock and told me how he wanted more or less pressure or a different technique.

As he got closer to cumming, he grabbed his phone to document this. We both have a streak of exhibitionism and we wanted to document our fun. I watched him cum as he held his phone over my feet, capturing his long cock spurt his hot cum all over my toes. When he finished, he looked across the couch at me and grinned. I smirked back at him with the satisfaction of having made him cum and the thrill of having explored a new kink with a partner.

We cleaned up, hung out, and played more. Him with an affinity for vibrators and his fingers inside of me. And me sucking his beautiful cock and looking up at him before he emptied his second load of the night into my waiting mouth.

"Ok if I post some of this to Reddit?" he asked as we were winding down the night.

I broke into a wide grin. "As long as you keep my face out of it."