I was dressed in my hiking boots, jeans and a t-shirt, my long hair tied back in the ponytail. Now I am 25, 6 feet tall, lean build with naturally tan skin and shoulder length black hair so I look like a mountain man at the best of times but dressed like this I really fit the bill. I was only going to be gone a few hours so I didn’t carry much, just some food and water. The hike I had selected was long but not too difficult and in a remote location. I really didn’t expect to see another living soul for most of the day.

About three hours into my hike I decided to stop and eat, the hike was a bit more intense than I remembered. As I was about to finish and go on my way the man I had seen earlier came up the trail, drenched in sweat, as I was, and hiking along at a fast pace. He was about my age but way more toned with smooth olive skin. Once again we exchanged smiles and he continued onward, I decided to let him get ahead of me so I could enjoy being alone in the woods. After a few minutes I decided that he must be far enough up the trail that I could continue on so I packed up my things and started up. About 15 minutes into the next leg of my journey I thought I could hear someone talking, yelling almost. I thought I was imagining it until I rounded a bend and saw my beautiful man sitting on the side of the path, clutching his ankle and moaning.

“Are you alright?” I asked, knowing that he wasn’t but needing something to say. “No, I sprained my ankle on the trail; can you give me a hand?” He said as his face contorted with pain. “Of course” I said, “What do you want me to do?” I tried not to sound too excited that this gorgeous man was asking me for help. “I can’t take my boot off; I have to see how bad my ankle is.” He said, trying to offer his booted foot to me. “Ok, let me undo the laces and then we’ll try to get your foot out” I said as I reached for his foot. “Please be gentle, my ankle is killing me!”So I untied his laces and we slowly worked the boot off his foot.

His ankle was very swollen, he was unable to walk on it and the pain was too intense for him to walk. “So, now what do we do?” He asked. “Are you sure you can’t make it back down the trail?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Well, maybe if you carried me!” He joked, although I would have tried my best if he had been serious. “Then all we can do is wait until we can get you back home” I said. “Do you live in the area?” “No, I live a few hours away.” He replied. My heart jumped at this. “Really? Well I’m staying just a few minutes from the trailhead; you can stay with me once we get you down the mountain.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for his reply.

“That would be great!” He said, throwing me that winning smile again. “By the way, what’s your name?” I told him my name is David, his name was Mike. “Well Mike, how is your ankle feeling? Any better?” I asked, secretly hoping his answer would be no. “Maybe a bit, but it’s still killing me.” Mike replied. “Well, if you want I can massage it and take some of your pain away.” As soon as I said this I could feel my cock growing in my sweaty jeans. “Uhm…yeah actually that would be great!” He said with an almost embarrassed look on his face. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Well, it’s just that my feet have been in these hiking boots all day and I can smell them from here!” Mike laughed and made a disgusted expression. “They don’t bother you?” “Nope, I hadn’t even noticed” I said, even though I totally noticed the heavenly smell of his feet as soon as his boot came off. “Well then, have at it!” Mike said, placing his feet in my lap. He let his head roll back and closed his eyes.

So I quickly went to work, careful to keep his feet away from my hard cock for now. My fingers flew over his laces and soon both his feet were naked on my lap, their sweaty, manly aroma teasing my nose. His perfect toes were practically begging to be sucked and kissed. But I resisted and I began to gently massage his soles, rubbing my thumbs in circles.

“Ohhh” He moaned. “That feels amazing!” I could see the pained expression was starting to leave his face. “I bet it does, I’ve been told I’m very good” I smirked to myself, wanting him to know just how good I was. “Well you were told right!” Mike almost groaned this last sentence; he was so entranced by my hands on his feet. “Have you ever had your feet massaged before?” I asked. “No, I didn’t know what I was missing!” Mike could barely get the words out he was so relaxed.

So I continued to massage his feet, caressing his high arches and stroking the balls of his feet. Soon it looked like he had fallen asleep, I could see his strong chest slowly rise and fall and his head was resting against a tree. I knew that this was my chance to have his feet for myself. So I slowly put my head down and breathed in the scent of his feet. They smelled sweaty but not pungent; the scent of a man who’s body is in top condition. Then, I let my lips just brush his toes and as my warm breath hit them the twitched a bit and I thought he would wake up. But if he did I couldn’t tell so I let my tongue wander under his toes, tasting his salty sweat. Just then his eyes fluttered open and I quickly pulled my head up.

“Hey, what’s going on? I must have fallen asleep on you, sorry about that.” All traces of pain were gone from his face. “Yeah you did, it’s alright, don’t worry about it.” I said, sad to find the taste of his feet disappearing from my tongue. “Man, it’s getting late, we have to try and get me off this mountain.” Mike began to try and get up, still unsteady on his sprained ankle. “Yeah, let’s get going.” I said, trying to erase the disappointment from my voice. “How is your ankle?” “It’s a lot better, thanks. I think I can walk down if I can lean on you.” He began to put his socks and boots back on, grimacing only slightly when he put his swollen ankle back in his boot. “Great, do you still want to crash at my house for the night?” I asked, hoping the moment hadn’t been ruined. “Sure thing.” Mike said, he put his arm around me for support. “I was hoping you could keep taking care of my ankle, it feels much better.” I told him I could and then he gave me a playful glance. “Maybe you can keep taking care of me for awhile.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to get my hopes up. “I felt what you were doing back there, with my feet.” My surprise must have shown on my face because he quickly said “No, its ok! I really enjoyed it. I’ve actually fantasized about that for a long time.”“Really?” I said, my cock suddenly starting to swell in my pants again. “Yeah, I think it would be hot to have a guy to take care of my feet.” Mike winked when he said ‘feet’ and I instantly knew we were going to be great friends.

We finally made it to the trailhead and I helped him into my car. As we rode back to my place Mike admitted to me that he thought I was cute and he was daydreaming about me when he hurt his ankle.

As we pulled into my driveway I found myself thinking about all the things I could do with him, my injured hiker