My name's Victor. You may remember me from my stories regarding my stepdad and uncle's feet a few years back. Since the events of that 3-part story, I have sadly not seen any foot action. That is, until I started working at a certain call center in Springfield, MO...

July 5th, 2012

At this time of my life, I was more than just a little miserable; I was recently fired from my job at a Casey's convenience store, my boyfriend at the time broke up with me, and I felt I was better off dead due to the terrible treatment I was receiving at home. 2 days ago, I had submitted an online application to [name not included to protect the innocent], a call center that works as 3rd party to several different companies. On this day, I had received an email stating that I was scheduled for a face-to-face interview the following day. The interview went great, and the next thing I know, I'm participating in a pee test, and having my background checked. I officially started working on July 8th 2012, not expecting much in the form of guys. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

Turns out, whilst in this call center, you can throw one of those bouncy balls in any direction, and expect said ball to knock a whole herd of homosexual men right on the head. There were 3 such guys in my training class, one of which I was involved with for a while. But that, my fellow Friends, is another story, for another time.

Anyway, as I went through my training class and moved on to working on the floor, I noticed something about the guys that I found myself working with; not only were a good number of them gay, most of them were also hot. Not only that, but a good number of them also had a tendency to do something that I found most distracting, but also most glorious; sitting all day or night while working in a call center makes one eventually want to feel comfortable, and to help with this, they remove their shoes. Some of them would even kick back and put their socked feet up on their desk or the next chair over, provided they knew they would be able to do so and not get caught by a passing supervisor. During the week, we are expected to dress business casual, so they can all be found wearing black or brown dress socks, which I like because they are more often than not just tight enough so that I can see the shape of their toes, my favorite part of the foot. On Fridays and the weekend, we can dress down, and it is at this time that the men of [name censored out] can be found in white socks. My personal favorite kinds of socks are the white ones, specifically the all-white socks. I also like the kind with the grey heel and toes, but prefer all white. This is because they make it easy to tell if the man's feet you are spying on are sweaty; the bottoms of the socks will be brown, sometimes even showing the sexy shape of the foot, along with each succulent toe.

Many a day I have spent most of my shift watching the men around me during and in-between calls, hoping against hope that I can spot at least one of them removing their shoes and stretching out their feet, and spreading out their toes. Sometimes, I would even be lucky enough to see a guy place his feet on a chair in such a way that they would be facing my direction, allowing me to really check out the sexiness of his feet and toes. The only thing better than having this amazing treat for the eyes, is when the guys would wear sandals. The ones that do wear sandals all have beautifully big feet, and their toes are always well kept, it is very hard for me to resist the urge to just drop down to my knees and start sucking each one, and get to cleaning the toe jam out of them (if any).

And we get to the downside to this foot fetishist's heaven; the men and the feet they parade around are all unavailable in some way. Every one of them is either straight, taken, or both. It is total and complete torture, to be able to only admire from afar, and know that the guys you're staring at know nothing of the pain and anguish you're going through.

The only exception to this rule was a wonderful guy named Matt, who used to work at this call center, but has since left to broaden the proverbial horizon. Before he left though, he became one of my favorite straight men in the whole center.

By the time I met Matt, I had half a year at this place of employment under my belt. Due to lack of available seats with my usual gang, I was made to sit in an unfamiliar area. It didn't take me long to notice Matt, who was sitting behind me, and a few seats to my right. He was quite a bit taller than me, maybe about 5'8, me being 5'6. He was also a bit chubby, and had the most adorable face I have seen in quite a while, with beautiful brown eyes and short, curly brown hair to match. Almost instantly, I looked down at his feet, and almost fainted. The guy was wearing sandals, and he had gorgeous, wide feet. His toes, as with all the guys who expose their feet in this place, were really well kept, with little tufts of hair on each toe. At some point, he even slipped out of his sandals, scrunching up his toes against the ground so as to have the crinkled bottoms of his huge feet facing me. I had to get to know him. Unfortunately for me, he didn't notice me until he threw a stress ball at one of his friends, missed, and hit me in the back of the head while I was on a call. He laughed in a way that made me melt and apologized several times. I of course said it was okay, and gave him back the toy.

About a month later, I saw him again in a different aisle. To my surprise, he turned in his chair when he saw me coming, a big smile on his face. "Hi, buddy! Long time, no see!", he said. I almost couldn't talk, his eyes were so gorgeous Plus, I was a little shocked that he was being this friendly. We had barely talked when we first met, and we didn't even introduce ourselves, so for him to call me 'buddy' was somewhat strange to me. I could only nod, and participate in the usual small talk of "What have you been up to?", and "Well, I'll see you later!" Anyway, these random run-ins became so frequent that we finally introduced ourselves. He was unfortunately straight and happily engaged, even having a daughter from a previous relationship. However, he quickly proved to be a very open-minded gay ally, and someone who wouldn't even bat an eye at the idea of being friends with a gay man. Just for the hell of it, I added him on Facebook, with him accepting my request almost instantly.

Here's where he gets even better. About a week after adding Matt to my friends list, I grew a backbone and started being open about my foot fetish, coming out of the shoe closet via Facebook post. None of my friends were disgusted or treated me weird, and I loved it. What was even more amazing was Matt's reaction. He saw me a work the following day, and sat directly behind me. We had some time between calls, and he took this time to turn in his chair and say hi to me. I said hi back, and we got to chatting. Then, he brought it up. "So", he said with a sheepish grin on his face. "You like feet, huh?" I felt myself blush and smiled nervously. "Yeah..." I said, hoping I didn't sound as shaky as I felt. His smile widened, and then he got a thoughtful look on his face. "Hmm" he said, shifting his eyes to the side. He then nodded, and looked back at me with a smile. "Cool! That's different, but cool." Since then, he was sure to flash his feet in my direction every time he wore sandals, which was very often. He also had a habit of walking up behind me and pushing the lever on the side of my chair that would lower it, scaring me. He would then grin and say, "Hey, at least I did it with my foot!" and then wink. He was the only straight guy I have known who would openly tease me with his feet, and know that I didn't expect anything to come out of it.

This was unfortunately not to last, as I changed to the overnight shift about a month later. He showed up during my last day on a day shift, this time wearing sneakers. I was disappointed, but at least I could tell him goodbye. He left the call center 2 months later.

I have since had other experiences, which I will share with you wonderful people later.