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I have a bad back and I was recently prescribed Norco for the pain.
The pharmacy where my prescriptions are filled is in a large strip mall with a large conference room next door. Every Saturday evening at 6pm A Narcotics Anonymous group meets in that room. A majority of the people is more or less undesirable, but on this one particular warm summer day, a young man caught my attention. He was standing off to the side, away from the others and smoking a cigarette.
He was a Latino in his mid-twenties, about 6 feet tall and an athletic build. He was wearing a black baseball cap turned backwards with his black hair swept loosely over his brow. His face was well defined, with a chiseled jaw line disappearing in the shadow of the thin, subtle, dark goatee on his chin. His teeth were very white and straight, with thick masculine lips. His t-shirt was white and loose, hanging over his sagging black shorts, which ended right at his knees.
His legs were well toned and tanned darker than his normal caramel skin color. I noticed they were moderately hairy. Like every foot fetishist, my gaze went down to his feet. He was wearing white ankle socks and black Puma skater shoes with thick white laces. With it being a hot day, I could only imagine how warm and sweaty his feet were in those size 10's.
"Hi, I'm Antonio," his voice interrupted my fantasy and he extended his arm out for a handshake. I caught a brief whiff of his spicy cologne. I shook his hand and said, "What's up? I'm David." Antonio shook my hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He then held his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, and took a long drag. "You want a smoke?" He asked. "Sure, thanks." I replied.
Antonio started telling me it was his first NA meeting and didn't know anyone. I think he was under the impression I was another member. He told me, "My ol' lady has been on my case about taking prescription drugs and if I love her, I'd start going to these meetings." I asked him, "What's your drug of choice?"
"Norco." he replied. I felt a sudden jump in my shorts as I looked at the plastic bag in my hand. "You know," I said, feeling a little nervous, "I just got my prescription of Norco 10 filled. I have a full 60 pills right now." Antonio's eyes widened as he dropped his cigarette to the ground. "Are you shittin' me???" he asked.
"Not at all," I replied, "and if you want them, I'll give you the whole bottle."
Antonio's eyes narrowed. He leaned toward me and asked, "How much?"
"It wouldn't cost you anything," I said, "Just a little trade off," as I looked down at his feet.
"Fuck no, I ain't no queer!" he said, as he turned around and left in a hurry. "Oh well," I thought as I headed for my car. As I was walking out into the parking lot, I overheard Antonio say, "I gotta run, I'll see you guys next week." I turned around and saw him jogging toward me. My stomach turned--for all I knew, he was going to hit me over the head and take my bag! When Antonio caught up to me he slowed down and, a little out of breath asked, "I don't suck dick, but what other kind of trade do you want?"
"Oh, what I want will take no effort on your part. I'm really into guys' feet. All you have to do is kick back while I get off on them."
Antonio looked down at his shoes and said, "My feet??? You gotta be kidding!" He was quiet for a minute, looked over his shoulder at the guys going in the building, and said, "All right, but I want to see the pills first!" I quickly fumbled in the bag and retrieved the pill bottle. I showed the label to Antonio, half expecting him to yank it out of my hand and run. Instead he said, "Ok, where should we go?"
"I know the perfect spot," I said, as we headed back into the pharmacy. The private restroom was towards the back, where I knew there was only one toilet and a locking door. I was getting a hard-on already. I couldn't believe this was happening.
We stepped into the restroom and I locked the door behind us. There was a pedestal sink against the wall next to the toilet. Antonio hopped up and sat on the sink while I squatted down on the cold cement floor. "I hope they don't stink," Antonio said, a little embarrassed. "My 'ol lady said my feet could clear a room!" He laughed a little, nervously. "Don't worry," I said. "I like it when they smell. Real musky and manly!" I rubbed his toned, hairy leg as he flexed his calf muscles.
"Mmmm, I think I might like this," he said, as he put his arms behind his head and leaned his back against the wall. I embraced his right sneaker with both hands, gave it a little tug, and the shoe came off. Right away the buttery, musky smell of sneaker canvas and mansweat hit my nose and my cock rose to attention. His white ankle sock was warm and damp, and stained gray from the hot, humid sneaker. I closed my eyes, held the sneaker up to my nose and took in a big whiff, still feeling the warm, moist air emanating from it. It was intoxicating, as I was feeling aroused and a little dizzy.
"What's happening here?" Antonio asked in a low voice as he rubbed the toes of his socked foot gently over the bulge in my shorts. I looked up in surprise, and saw him looking down at me with a little smirk on his face. "Ooooh..." he whispered, pouting out his thick lips at me. "I think you're enjoying this too,"
I laughed a little. I held his ankle and pulled his wide masculine foot up to my face. Antonio wiggled his toes for me as I pulled the damp sock over his heel. I then grabbed the bunched sock under his foot with my teeth and pulled up. My nose got buried in the crevice under his toes and I stayed there for a moment, inhaling the wonderful, sweaty aroma, before I pulled the rest of the sock off. I dropped it in a ball under the sink, and then looked at his foot.
It was just what I was hoping it would be. His foot was wide and smooth, with a high arch. I looked briefly at the sole and held it to my face. It was pink, warm and smooth. I nibbled at the heel, and then with my tongue, I licked up into the high arch. "Ahhh...tickles!" Antonio jerked his leg back a little and wrinkled his toes. "Don't forget about the other one," he said, holding his foot out at me. I pulled off the other sneaker and the room filled again with that incredible warm foot sweat smell.
As I did this, Antonio started rubbing the toes and arch of his right foot directly over the throbbing mound in my shorts. I swear, I had to resist the urge to come at that point, and I grabbed his leg and pushed it off just in the nick of time. He kept watching me with that little smirk on his face, while I peeled off the sock on his other foot. The tops of his feet were also smooth, and a bit lighter than his legs (Damn those farmer's tans! But I wasn't complaining!). He had a small amount of wiry black hair on each toe and a small, light patch on the tops.
The nails were trimmed short and well kept. I sniffed the crevice under his toes again, inhaling as much of the hot scent I could. I didn't want this to end! I then licked between each toe, getting the sock lint in my teeth. I shoved his big toe in my mouth and really started sucking as Antonio rubbed the bulge in my shorts with his other manly foot.
Before I knew it, I shot a huge load right in my jockeys! The rush was intense as I moaned, breathing heavy, and collapsing my head into his shins. After a few moments I looked up and Antonio smiled. "Did you like that? I never knew my feet were so exciting!" He chuckled lightly as he jumped down off the sink and retrieved his socks. "Oh man!" I said, "Looks like I creamed my shorts!" Antonio laughed again and said, "Man, if only I was able to tell my wife that some people find my feet hot, next time she says they stink!" He sat on the toilet and put his socks and shoes back on, hiding again the dawgs of my dreams.
As we got up to leave, I handed over the bottle of pills. "Thanks, dude." Antonio said, as he walked out the door. It was worth a whole two weeks of back pain for me to live with until my prescription was filled again.
