I had bought a house…an old house at that.
I was beyond excited with the purchase of my old 1940s cottage with many vintage building styles and quirks. But I was pretty sure that I had bought off far more than I could handle with the “refurbishment” I planned to do with some of the worn paint, dated bathroom and so on. Thankfully I had a friend, Brad, who had a small crew which could help me with demo, drywall, etc. Because, truth be told, I’m certainly not a handy-gay. Brad’s team, however, was running a bit late pulling into the driveway, and I was starting the day off already in a snit about it.
Finally, after a slow gathering of materials and items, Brad and his crew come into the house. Because this is the south, it was Brad and about 3-4 Hispanic men who worked with him. And shockingly, no, Brad is not the object of this story, but the last crew member, certainly is. He walked in slowly and quietly, looking down and not speaking like the rest. Brad introduced him as the newest member of the team, Miguel, and impolitely informed me that Miguel still couldn’t speak English, but was a fabulous painter. I smiled and nodded. Miguel was slightly shorter than me at about 5’7” to 5’8” He had bright brown eyes that sort of twinkled, very light scruff, and a lean, muscled frame. He grinned a little bit showing the brightest, warmest smile I had ever seen. Oh…and he had an ass you could literally “bounce a quarter off of” as we say down here.
By the end of the day two, Brad’s team had almost completed the renovation. All that was left was to finish painting. Brad came out and said, “I hope it’s okay. We’re gonna head out, and Miguel is going to finish up the painting. He may be late tonight getting done. I’ve made sure he has money for a ride back to where he’s staying. Don’t worry he won’t bother you since he can’t speak English and all.” I rolled my eyes at the sarcastic comment undergirded by Brad’s mild racism. After he left, I tried to sit down and read. But something kept gnawing at me about Miguel. He was so quiet, but I couldn’t get that grin out of my mind. I walked back to where he was working and heard him on the phone. He was complaining to someone about his idiot boss giving him a hard time. Then came the real quote that stopped me short. He said, “But I’d love to fuck the hell out of the guy who owns this home.”
I cleared my throat and knocked on the door frame. He looked up, smiled that big grin and said, “Hola!” to me. I replied “Hola, Miguel, Comprendo todo lo que dijiste.” I watched him stare in shock as I just told him that I understood everything he had said. I added that I speak Spanish fluently. I walked over to him and gently rubbed the flecks of light colored paint off his forehead and cheek. Suddenly, everything was a whirlwind of intense, aggressive kissing, grabbing at each other and dragging one another to the bedroom. Pants came unbuttoned and shirts were yanked off. Finally, I got to do what I had lusted for over these two days. I yanked off his shoes and sniffed the socks deeply. His size 9 feet smelled fantastic—a little sweat and just completely him and how fantastic he was.
I slowly took off the socks while teasing him with little kisses up and down his body. He was now fully into it and sure of what he wanted. He lifted one beautiful soft sole up and pressed it to my face. Instantly my tongue came out to lick and massage it. He pulled it down my tongue and slid several toes in my mouth. I grabbed and held it while tracing my tongue deepl and long up and down the arches and across the sole of his foot. He moaned and rubbed the other foot across the side of my face. As I continued to lick and suck on one, I began to use my fingers to slowly tickle the other teasing and stimulating it while watching his his hips thrust up and down and his dick get hard.
He slid me down the side of the bed till I was laying in the floor, then he pressed both feet to my face rubbing them up and down it. The smell, the pressure, hearing him moan and softly stroke himself was beyond phenomenal. I felt him grab my head between his feet and begin pulling me up. He took hold with his hands and slid my open mouth down the full length of his very hard, uncut dick. I wrapped my tongue around it savoring and teasing every inch. I could tell by the shaking and gasping that he was close. It happened so suddenly. He came in my mouth with so much force and cum I started to gag a little (something I don’t usually do…don’t judge).
I figured that things would be over at this point but suddenly i felt him grab my very hard dick He swallowed it down in one fast motion. Just as I was getting close, he slid back placed one soft sole of his foot against my dick and the other against my face, right over the nose and mouth. I couldn’t stop it, and I started cumming hard as well. I was literally shaking from the excitement and sensitivity. This is the point that I expected him to leave. But to my surprise, he grabbed hold of me, turned me over and snuggled close. As we both started dozing off, he whispered, “Te amo, amigo,” or roughly, I love you, my friend.
It’s been six years, and I still hear every night, “Te amo.”
