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I've been living in Orlando for about a year now. Just down the street from my house is small neighborhood pub, extremely convenient for an after work beer. More important though, is David, the bartender. Tall, somewhat muscular, blond hair with a military type hair cut, and extremely personal and kind. The kind of person that makes you feel welcome and right at home immediately.
Being new in town and not knowing much about the city, I became somewhat of a regular at this place. One hot afternoon after a particularly difficult day, I popped in for a cold beer, still in my uniform (I drive for UPS). There was nobody there but me and David and after a couple of beers, I started commenting on how his feet must hurt standing behind the bar all day.
He said something like "You have no idea", and my dick started getting hard right away. I've always had an incredible male foot fetish, but not really the nerve to pursue anything. Just talking about his feet and imagining what they must look like made me fully erect.
I went home, had another beer, showered, and decided to go back down to David's. I walked in and again it was just the two of us. He lit up right away (probably because I was the only customer!) and asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted to massage his feet. As soon as those words left my mouth, I thought I would faint. I wanted to turn and run. What an idiot I was! As far as I knew, David wasn't even gay!
He turned, walked towards the end of the bar, sat on a stool and told me to come on down. My legs were trembling. I sat beside him, he lifted his left boot up into my lap and said 'GO FOR IT!'. I slowly unlaced his boot, slipped it off his foot and squeezed his warm, moist, socked, size 12 foot. David leaned back, close his eyes, and moaned. After a couple of minutes I reached my hand up the bottom of his jeans and began to slowly slide his sock off. He opened his eyes and smiled. David's foot was sheer perfection. It
was perfectly shaped, soft, warm, pale, with five of the most perfect toes I had ever seen. My dick was so hard that it hurt.
I lost track of time while rubbing his foot, but somewhere along my blissful journey, he lifted the other leg into my lap and I repeated the same heavenly steps of removing his boot and sock and enjoying his perfect feet. All of a sudden, David sat up, removed his feet from my lap, reached his hand to my crotch and smiled. He had me stand up, unzipped my jeans, pulled down my pre-cum soaked underwear, slipped my hard dick into his hot mouth, and gave me one of the best blowjobs ever. It took me just a couple of seconds to explode.
Afterwards, I felt incredibly uncomfortable about what had just happened. David, true to form, immediately made the situation more relaxed by asking me when I could massage his feet again! We both smiled.
My work day goes by much quicker knowing that I can look forward to David's feet at the end of the day.
