by Tony
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I had had my eye on the UPS guy for months, watching him from the window as he delivered packages to my neighbors.
He was a nice guy, he always waved if I happened to be outside when he came by and on the few occasions that he delivered to my own home – he was always considerate, friendly and talkative. Since it was close to Christmas and I had ordered quite a few items from the Internet as gifts, I was expecting him every day until I knew that all my packages had arrived. It came to pass on a Friday afternoon that my doorbell rang and as I opened the door – there he was, holding a package in the cold, bitter, pouring rain. I took the package and before I knew what I was doing – I asked him politely if he’d like to come in out of the miserable weather for some coffee or hot tea. To my surprise, he agreed. He stood in the hallway dripping and waiting patiently.
“ Come on in.” I said.
He stated that he was muddy and he didn’t want to track up the floor. Now, I’ve got a HUGE fetish for the male foot and it almost took my breath away to think that he might actually remove his shoes so that I could get a look at his socked feet.
“Well, just kick off your shoes, no need to keep you standing there.”
I said as I heated hot tea for him in the microwave.
“ Look, that’s okay
I should really go anyway. Got a lot more stuff to deliver.” He
mumbled as the microwave dinged.
“ Well, the tea is done, so at least have a sip or two before you go back out into that mess.” I said sadly.
He accepted the tea, drank almost half in a quick couple of gulps and handed the mug back to me.
“ Thanks again. Uh, look - I don’t even know your name.” He said, extending his hand to shake mine.
I shook his hand and replied “Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Tony.”
He smiled, thanked me again and then scooted out the door.
Monday of the following week my doorbell rang again. I opened the door and there he was – smiling and holding another package.
“ Oh hi, thanks.” I said, taking the package from him – my fingers lightly grazing his hands.
“ Hey no problem Tony.” He grinned.
I was happy that he’d bothered to remember my name.
“ The weather is certainly nicer this time than when you were here last.” I said as I laughed.
“ That it is. It’s only 40 out here but at least it’s not that icy rain like over the weekend.”
I sat the package down and thanked him again.
“ Hey you have an advantage over me, you know my name but I don’t know
yours.” I queried.
“ It’s David.”
“ Well, nice to meet you David.”
He grinned and left.
Friday came with some sadness as I got my last package. It had been left on the steps earlier in the day and so I’d missed David. Saturday was another matter entirely. At about 5:20, my doorbell rang. I went to the door and to my surprise, there stood David.
“ Well hello.” I said. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform.” He wore a green button-up Polo shirt, tucked into black
jeans. He sported black cowboy boots (a size 12 maybe?).
“ Hi, I hope this isn’t a bad time.” He questioned kinda seriously.
“ Not at all, what’s up?” I was so shocked; I didn’t even have the
decency to ask him in.
“ I assume you have no package for me? And you’re truck isn’t here.”
He smiled and then laughed quietly.
“ No this is a social call. I hope I’m not being presumptuous or
naïve, but I was hoping to ask you out actually.”
I was speechless.
“ You’re not saying anything. Oh shit, I hope I didn’t misjudge my gadar there? You are gay right?”
I finally snapped back to reality and answered him. “Yes, yes, you’re right. I mean about me being gay – I’m just a bit surprised is all. Actually, I’m floored – I don’t know what to say.”
“ Okay, uhhh you could say something like; Hi David, would you like to come in?”
“ Oh God, I’m sorry Of course, of course, come in. What the hell am I thinking?”
He walked in and waited for me to shut the door before following me to the living room. He sat down on the couch and I asked he if wanted anything to drink? He asked for a beer and I felt like I could use one myself, so after grabbing two from the fridge, I sat down in the chair across from the couch after handing him his Miller Lite. We made small talk to break the ice. He said that he didn’t normally go to a customer’s home for a date, but that he had an immediate attraction to me when I’d invited him in for tea. He’d been building up the nerve to come back and after seeing me the second time decided that he’d just go for the gold and come over.
“ So David, I have to ask, why does a handsome guy like you need to ask someone like me out on a date?”
“ Well first of all, I’m not all that handsome, and it’s not like guys are breaking down my door to ask me out. And besides, you are a handsome guy and you shouldn’t sell yourself short. I wanted to ask you out cause you seem like a fun guy and besides – you’re hot. At least to me.”
I was flattered and told him so.
We talked some more and had a few more beers. Before I knew it, the minutes had turned to hours and it was almost 9:00.
“ Well, so much for going out, sorry about that.” He apologized.
“ No problem, I really enjoyed talking to you and getting to know you some more.”
He suddenly pulled off his boots and asked where the bathroom was. I told him and stared intently at his big beautifully shaped feet through the outline of his gray socks. He padded down the hall and shut the door to the bathroom. I was tingling all over. This gorgeous man, in my house, in his socked feet no less. I was almost giddy. I could barely contain my excitement.
I heard the toilet flush and the sink running. Within seconds he was padding back down the hall. I stared at his feet almost the whole way, but tried not to let him catch me looking.
“ What’s wrong? What are you looking at?” He challenged. “Oh, nothing.” I tried to lie with a straight face.
“ Do my socks have a hole in them or something?” He grabbed first his right foot and then his left –examining both for holes or other
noteworthy problems.
“ Okay, what’s wrong with them? I know they’re big but I can’t help that.” He chuckled.
“ No they’re fine. I like big,” God – what the hell was I saying?
He smiled and gave me a devilish look.
“ Okay Tony, what is it? What? Just tell me.” He coaxed.
I finally swallowed my pride and embarrassment and let it fly.
“ Okay, it’s like this. I have a fetish. It’s kind of embarrassing
but it’s just me. It’s how I am. I can’t change it but again it’s just me. I like guy’s feet, ok. What else can I say? I’m just really into feet! That’s it secret’s out now.”
He grinned and sat down next to me.
“ There’s nothing wrong with that. There are worse things – believe me.” He laughed.
I smiled and thanked him for understanding.
“ So – I guess if either of us is gonna get lucky tonight – I guess
I’d better let my feet do the talking huh?”
Before I could answer – he stood up. He moved in front of me and lifted his socked foot up and placed it gently into my lap. He
began massaging my crotch with his foot. GOD – it felt incredible.
“ So what do you like?” he asked.
“ Anything to do with feet – and I like it.” I replied shyly but anxiously.
“ Let me put it another way. What would you like me to do for you or
do to you more than anything else?”
I immediately told him. “I’d like to lay on the floor and have you rub your feet all over me – maybe even step on me or at least on different parts of my body. That’s what I’d really like if that’s not too freaky for you?”
He never answered – he simply pulled me off the couch and let me
slink to the floor. He then sat down on the couch (after stepping on my chest) and proceeded to stick both huge feet into my face. He
smeared them around and I could smell the slightest tinge of leather from his boots and the odor from his feet was more intoxicating than all the beer I’d drunk. He forced a foot into my mouth and I was in heaven.
I was getting harder by the minute.
He suddenly stood up and straddled me. He planted both feet on either
side of my head as he looked down at me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock (oh my – and I’d told him earlier he hadn’t brought me a package. Wow!). He began stroking his big dick as he planted one of his feet on my throat. He applied pressure but not so much that I was in pain.
I fumbled with my own zipper and pulled myself free. I began to jack my own cock and before I knew it – I exploded. It was probably the best orgasm I’d had in months. He removed his foot from my throat and used his toes to push my shirt up to my neck. He sat down and seconds later – he’d shot his hot load all over my stomach and chest. It was fantastic.
Needless to say I have had many new foot experiences with David and I’m especially excited when he wears the uniform but I guess that’s a story for another day.
