by indyfootgu
Living in a small town there are not a lot of chances to indulge my desire to worship men’s feet, in fact it happens so seldom I am usually reduced to having to watch videos on the web. Sometimes though when you least expect it, your wildest dreams can come true.
It all started on a very hot day in July, the temps were well over 90 degrees, and it was a humid and sticky night. I had just gotten done working around 9 pm, and was driving home when I noticed a man stumbling around, and coming close to falling down every few steps. As I got closer I recognized the guy, Gary is an electrician in town, in his mid-sixties, and everyone in town knows he has a major drinking problem.
Gary is a nice-looking guy, about 6 feet two inches 190, blackish gray hair. I couldn’t help but notice that he was still wearing his work cloths and more importantly his work boots. Having seen him working in my apartment building I know he starts most days around 6 am. Gary was clearly in trouble, trying to get home, but it was clear he was not going to make it. I don’t really know him, but figured he could get hurt if I left him on his own, but the trouble was he was a single guy so there was no one to call to help get him home.
So, I pulled over and got out and offered him a ride home, it took him a few minutes to focus but he agreed it was a good idea, so with some effort I got him in the car, and as I was putting him in the car, I could feel the warmth coming off his body, it had been a long day at work and he had that warm musty smell that reminded me of what a worn pair of socks smell like. It wasn’t far to get him home, and as I got him out of the car I knew there wasn’t much time before he was going to pass out, so with some struggle I got him up the steps to the door and into the house. Luckily there was a recliner close to the door and I dropped him into it. I decided to be a nice guy and pushed the button to make it recline and put the foot rest up. As I expected about a minute after he was in that position he was out like a light and snoring like a chain saw.
I turned on a light next to his chair, and was walking back to the door when my leg hit his boot, drawing my attention to the bottom, as I looked down the bottom was stamped with a 13. I have to admit I stood and stared at those boots for a while, but told myself the thoughts running though my head were a bad idea. So, I headed for the open front door to let myself out, but as I stood there I decided there was a great opportunity right before me, and worse case I could always say I was just helping him out by removing his boots before I left.
So, I closed the door and flipped the lock and went back to stand at the end of the chair by those big boots. I tired waking Gary up, but he was out for the count. So, I grabbed a pillow and knelt down, putting my face right next to those two giant boots. You could feel the heat coming off them as I rubbed my hands over them. I started with the boot closest to me, and undid the laces and eased it off his foot, the smell washed over me in a flood of musty sweaty man smell. I was in heaving breathing deep, that foot so close to my face allowed me to learn a few things about Gary, one that he has a habit of wearing the same socks for a few days, you could see the sweat stains, also that he has sweaty feet. There were clinging to his feet after being in those boots for 13 or more hours. I must admit it was getting me so hard, just being close and smelling them, but I was holding back and just enjoying the scent. But I did have to lean over that first big hot sweaty foot to unlace the second boot, and my nose and lips may have brushed the outline of his toes as the wet socks clung to his feet. When the second boot came off the smell was as strong as the first foot, and the second sock was just as damp and clinging to his foot. I also noticed that he had on two different socks, so doing laundry and matching his socks was not a task he enjoyed doing.
I don’t know how long I kneeled there enjoying the smell, but I know there were lots of thoughts of rubbing my face on those big feet and should I remove those sweaty socks so his tired feet could dry out. But I knew there was no turning back, it had been way too long since I was at a man’s feet, and I had never had the chance to work on a pair this big that had been in boots all day. So I gave into my desire and grabbed the boot that was closest and held it to my nose for some deep breaths, but as nice as the boots smelled, those socks were right in front of me, so I dropped the book and rubbed my face on those hot smelly socks, and got some very deep breaths of all that man foot stink.
I settled in and started giving Gary a foot massage, granted he wasn’t fully able to enjoy it, but I told myself it would still feel good, and I wanted to touch those big feet covered in those sweaty socks. I lost track of time and was surprised to look at my watch and see I had been giving a foot massage for over an hour, I knew I should leave, but I had to see those feet without the socks. So again, starting at the one closest to me, I pulled the sock slowly off his big size 13 foot. The smell was even stronger from the bare foot, the heat just radiated off his foot.
I couldn’t wait, my nose was under those toes and rubbing up and down his foot.
After a few quick kisses on the top and bottom, I went to work on the second sock. Once I got the sock over his heal, I used my teeth to grab that bunched up sock and pull it slowly off Gary’s foot. The smell of the sock in my nose and the heat of his foot on my face had me on the edge of Cumming. Slowly I dried his feet, cleaned between each toe with my tongue, and kissed each toe, making sure to suck his big toe into my mouth. I proceeded to give him a nice long foot massage with a few breaks to lick and kiss his feet.
By this point I was ready to burst, I had to cum or I was going to just cream my jeans. But how could I keep enjoying those feet while I jacked off? So, I pushed the button to lower the leg rest back into the seated position. I then laid down on the floor and put those big feet on my face as his foot rest, that was all it took and before I could even unzip my pants I was racked by one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I was so relaxed and it felt so good laying there with those been sweaty feet resting on my face. I felt so go at some point I feel asleep enjoying the smell of those hot sweaty feet.
The next thing I know I felt something slapping my face as my eyes came open and adjusted to the light, I felt another slap and realized it was a large size 13 foot being used to wake me up. A million thoughts started rushing through my mind, how do I explain why I am laying on the floor with a guy I barley know with is feet on my face? Before I could say anything, as I lay looking up at him, I felt his toe tracing my lips, and a smile on his face. Then he asked me if that huge wet spot on my jeans was caused by his hot smelly feet?
Before I could say anything, all those toes were now on my lips, so rather than protest, I opened my mouth and licked his toes. He just settled back and told me to finish cleaning his feet, so I got on my knees and licked them from the heal to toe, making sure to suck each toe. I was rewarded with a huge smile and I couldn’t not notice the huge bulge in his pants. Gary saw where I was looking and he just laughed and said he needed me to suck more than his toes. Who was I to argue, so once again the foot rest came down and I quickly got those pants off and my lips on his hard cock. It didn’t take long for Gary to reward me with a mouth full of cum and some loud comments about how good it felt.
I knew it was time to make my exit, and as I stood up to leave, Gary asked me what all had happened, so I filled him in on getting him home and taking off his boots and finding his feet and socks so sexy. I was getting very worried since he was not saying anything, just as I turned to leave. He asked me to wait, he then stood up and gave me a hug and thanked me for taking care of him last night and this morning. Gary then told me it had been a few years since he had sex, and about 10 years since someone had given him a blow job. I was feeling a little brave at this point so I asked Gary if I could take the dirty socks home to remember last night. Gary bent over and picked them up, as he came back to me, he asked if I really liked how they smelled, rather than say anything I leaned over and took a whiff. Gary just laughed, but before he handed them to me, he asked if I would prefer to take another pair off his feet after he got another pair hot and smelly?
I asked him when he thought I could do that, and he smiled and told me every day if I wanted too.
