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I hadn't been to my grandmother's house in many years. But when she decided to go overseas for the summer and asked me to look after her house, I thought, "Why not. I could use the vacation." I had just graduated college and hadn't made any future plans yet.
It was early summer in the deep south and already hot as hell. She lived in a small town in south Georgia. Instead of driving from where I lived, I took the train then a cab to the house. I would just use her car for the summer. The house had been around since she was little. It sat a bit off the road with a long gravel driveway. It didn't have a garage attached to the house, but a barn where grandma kept the car . It was a white'62 Chevy Impala, a car I really liked, but as I would soon find out, one that I would love!
After I checked out the house , I went into the guest bedroom to unpack and get more comfortable. I changed into a t-shirt, shorts and took my shoes and socks off. I knew that with the summers being so hot, I'd probably be barefoot most of the time, which was fine with me. I thought it would nice to have the peace and quiet. The only bad thing was that it would be pretty lonely, because there were few neighbors, and most of them were older. Or, so I thought! I then started looking for the keys to the car, but couldn't find them.
As I was unpacking, I heard a knock at the front door. As I opened the door, I saw this very hunky guy standing there, your typical country boy-type. He was about 6' 3", had sun-bleached hair, blue eyes, and a body that was well toned and tanned. This got my attention! But then I looked down. Besides only wearing overalls, he was barefoot. And his feet were huge, at least size 13. They were proportioned in every way, from the toes to the width, and with hair on the toes and the tops. Basically, perfect! I tried not to stare, so I looked back into those deep blue eyes.
"Hi", he said, "my name is Eddie. I live in the next house, just down the road. You must be Scott."
"Hi", I said, "My grandmother must've told you I was coming.".
I found out that Eddie, who was 22 as well, had known my grandmother for many years, and helped her out sometimes. His family had a small farm, and his parents were away for the summer also, so he was alone looking after the farm. I invited him in and we talked for a while. He told me about the other neighbors, the town, and the whole time he was talking, I tried to find every excuse to look at the floor. His feet were so beautiful, I had to get as many looks as I could. After a while of chatting, I remembered the car.
"By the way, I can't find the keys to her car. Do you know where they might be?"
"Yea" Eddie said,"they're in the barn on a nail. I'll show you."
We started going out the back door, and I could feel the heat radiating off the brick walkway leading to the barn. I reached for my flip flops by the door, but Eddie strode across it in his bare feet like he was walking on carpet.
"Doesn't the heat burn your feet?", I asked.
"Nah, I always go barefoot, unless it's too cold. I hate wearing shoes. So my feet are naturally tough," he said.
We then got to the garage, opened the doors, and there was the car. It still was in good shape, for being as old as it was. But the engine was my main concern.
"So, do you know how she runs?" I asked.
"Well, I think it needs some carburetor work, but it runs alright." said Eddie.
I started thinking. I had this gorgeous barefoot guy here, and a classic car. So I had an idea.
"Eddie, I haven't been here for a long time, and have no idea where things are. If you wouldn't mind. could you show me around town sometime?"
"Sure, why don't we go now," he said.
"Great", I said. This was too good to be true. "Why don't you drive, since you know the area."
So we climbed in. I knew it hadn't been run for a couple of weeks since grandma left, so I knew it wouldn't just start right up.
"Usually, you have to pump it several times to get it started. It'll probably take a lot of pumping now," Eddie informed me.
I couldn't wait for this! He turned the key, the engine started grinding, and Eddie started pumping. These old cars have the open floorboards and those long gas pedals connected to the floor, and his foot was as long as the pedal. He let go of the key, kept pumping, and then tried it again. Still, the old car wouldn't crank. This went on for, what seemed, hours. The more he kept pumping the gas pedal, the harder I felt myself get! This was so erotic. I was starting to get afraid he would notice the hard-on I was getting, so I tried to hide it as best I could. Just as I thought I couldn't stand it any more, he slammed the pedal to the floor, turned the key, and after a few seconds it finally turned over.
"Guess maybe I pumped it too much and flooded it. But once you have that carburetor looked at, it shouldn't be this bad," Eddie said.
After he gunned it a few times to warm up, we pulled out and headed towards town. Eddie kept showing me things along the way, and I had one eye on where he was pointing, and the other aimed at his feet. While we were in town, I asked Eddie to stop at the nearest grocery store so I could pick up some food and supplies. While I was shopping I asked Eddie if I could make him dinner, as a thanks for the tour, and, for myself, to get to know him a little better . He said it sounded good to him, since he would just be at home fending for himself anyway. So I grabbed the food we'd need and a couple six-packs of beer. We got back in the car, he turned the key, but the car still wouldn't start right up. So he started pumping the gas pedal some more, trying to get it cranked. And again I started feeling myself getting hard . But this time, I couldn't hide it, and I think Eddie saw it out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything, and after another try, the car roared to life.
When we got back, he said he would run home, take a shower and change while I started dinner. I said fine, and got the grill going and the burgers made. About an hour later he returned, now wearing a tank top, raggedy cut-offs, and flip flops, which he quickly took off when he came in the house.
"I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable. It's going to be hot and muggy tonight, and anyway, I really didn't think you'd mind," Eddie said, with a sly little grin.
I started wondering exactly what he meant by that, but decided not to question him about it
"No, be my guest," I said, being dressed the same way.
We started eating and drinking, and talked about each other. I told him about my childhood, college, and family, but decided not to mention previous boyfriends and to keep the 'gay' thing to myself for the moment. Eddie did the same, but never mentioned any girls or past relationships either. This set my gaydar off. We finally ended up in the living room on the sofa, both a little tipsy. Even with the AC on, it still was pretty warm in the room, so Eddie asked if he could take his shirt off. I said sure, and off it came, revealing a well defined hairy chest. Even while admiring this I kept thinking about that comment he made earlier. So I decided to ask him about it.
"By the way," I said, "what did you mean earlier when you said you thought I wouldn't mind how you were dressed?"
"Well," he said. "I couldn't help but notice earlier that when I first came over, that kept looking down at my feet. And then when we were in the car and I was pumping the gas pedal, you got a hard-on. Sort of makes me think you have a thing about guys feet. Do you?"
I suddenly froze, one because I was busted, and two, I wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react if I said 'yes'. And I still wasn't totally sure if he was gay.
"Come on, admit it, my feet really turn you on, don't they," he said, with an evil grin.
Even in my semi-drunk state, that grin said is all. "Yea, they do. I think you have gorgeous feet"
"I thought so," Eddie said, smiling from ear to ear. "So, besides driving , what else turns you on about my bare feet"
I couldn't believe my ears. "Well, if you put them in my lap, I'll show you," I replied, with the same grin. "And I think you'll enjoy it even more," I said.
He then plopped them in my lap, and leaned back, ready for whatever I was going to do. I first started messaging his right foot. He slowly started squirming just a little bit, saying how good it felt.
"This foot has a lot of tension in it, from all that pumping it did ," I said.
"Yea, it needs lots of attention, " he said with a slight moan.
With that, I then put his big toe in my mouth, and he let out a groan. I then started sucking on the other toes. He said he had never felt such a sensation before, and was truly loving it. After a while I started on the other foot. He kept gently moaning, and soon I saw a rise in his crotch, and his hand slide into his cut-offs, stroking himself.
"So Eddie," I asked, "have you ever been with another guy before?"
"Well, I've messed around with a few guys when I was a lot younger, but usually nothing more than jerking off," he said. "But I've wondered what it would be like to do more," he said.
"Well, do you mean like this?," I said, pulling his shorts off, pushing away his hand and putting his dick in my mouth. He let out this huge gasp, and a yelp of "Yea!". I then started rubbing that beautiful hairy chest of his and playing with his nipples. I thought he might hyperventilate. Then, before I knew it, my clothes were off and he was playing with me. It was obvious he had been wondering for a long time! We then went into the bedroom where we continued this all night.
From that point on, through the rest of the summer, we had an arrangement. I would worship his feet for him, he drove the Chevy barefoot for me. Needless to say, I never quite got around to getting that carburetor looked at. It made for a wonderful summer I'll never forget!
