The Wild Party
by BTTFbuff@aol.com

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After a busy day at the theater, I wanted to relax at a party thrown by some friends of mine at my house. A young buddy of mine at work didn't have a ride so I invited him to stay the night and I would give him a ride home in the morning. He was a young, semi-professional surfer whose body would win over almost anybody. Six months earlier, I interviewed him for a part time position at the theater as an usher. He didn't come properly dressed (T-shirt, shorts, tennis shoes with calf-length white socks). Richard started to tell about his background from the East coast of the US. He just needed a summer job to get a new surf board. I played along and explained that I had never surfed before and thought I'd easily fall off. Richard stood up and demonstrated some ways to keep his feet balanced. Luck ran out as Richard had kicked off his shoes and was about to bare his feet when a cashier came in. She looked at him and nearly fainted. He kept his socks on and put his shoes on after she left the room. I told him that he would have to show me later. At the party that evening, everyone had a blast dancing and conversing. Richard, though too young to drink, layed back on a couch in the corner and fell asleep. He dangled his legs over one arm. After the last guest had left, I came over to him to wake him. Richard just let out a moan. I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and put the pillow under his head and blanket over the rest of him. I noticed he still had his shoes on and proceeded to unlace them and pull them off. After all, he was my guest and I felt he needed to be more comfortable. Tugging off the last shoe, I got a lump in my throat. There was Richard, sound asleep, and his stocking feet right in front of me. I slowly put my hand underneath his pantleg and grabbed hold of his sock, then cautiously began to pull on it. Over the bare heel, down to and off his toes. His golden tanned toes looked absolutely breathtaking! After pulling off his other sock, I put both of his big toes into my mouth and sucked on them. Richard didn't even flinch once. I licked the pink soles of both feet and nibbled on his other toes...still nothing. I put his socks and shoes back on quickly as I heard my room mate at the front door. He helped me carry Richard into my bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably on a bed. Richard was slurring his words and half asleep as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. I again unlaced both shoes and pulled them both off his feet. His socks were again peeled off exposing his barefeet. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them off too leaving him in his speedos. Richard was then covered up, but not before I sucked on his big, juicy toes again. I kissed his barefeet all over before turning out the light. The next morning, Richard awoke and came out into the living room in his speedos. He picked my stocking feet up off the sofa where I was laying and sat down. Richard stretched out his feet and toes and yawned. "Thanks for letting me stay over" he said. "No prob" I replied. "Your bed was comfortable and thanks for not letting me sleep in my clothes". I nodded as he began to rub my stocking toes. "Ever have a foot massage?" he asked. "No, my feet are sensitive". He proceeded to press into both my feet and then peeled both my socks off. "Nice lookin feet...thanks for the personal attention you gave my feet last night". I looked bewildered. "I was not that sound asleep as you took my shoes and socks off the first time and sucked my toes and kissed my feet. With that said he placed my two big toes into his mouth and sucked on them. I cringed as he nibbled on them. A knock on the door broke the excitement. Richard got up and got dressed as I conversed at the front door. Richard came back moments later fully dressed including his shoes and socks. "I need to be home pretty soon, can you drive me home barefooted?" I looked down at my barefeet, wiggled my toes and then looked across to his shoed feet. I smiled and grabbed my keys. That was the first time driving barefoot I experienced. Through the rest of his employment at the theater, Richard would always close at night so I could give him some foot action. Only one other usher, a sophmore in high school, caught us one time in the office. We both threatened him if he told, then we both proceeded to tickle torture him by stripping him down to his underwear. His smooth, tan barefeet were nice lookin and his golden toes were tangy in both our mouths. He even got to suck on my toes. We let him go home barefoot and told him to tell his parents that he lost his shoes and socks while at the nearby stream. Richard and I watched as he left the building barefooted and tears in his eyes. The young usher quit a week later, but not before an exit interview which included me pulling off his shoes and socks and feasting on his barefeet and toes. Richard moved away before Christmas and it hasn't been the same since. I hired a few other employees, making them do so-called "testing" where they would need to bare their feet, grab their toes and hop across a line. I just did it to see their barefeet. Nothing spectacular, although one had some great toes. I hired him to help me change the marquee signage. I made sure he was always on the top part of the ladder. The first time he came to work in fancy dress shoes. Nonetheless, they and his socks were off before he climbed the ladder. I got the joy of seeing his baretoes upclose as he changed the letters. He never caught on and better yet always was barefoot. I miss that job! Richard sent me some surfing pictures a year later complete with close-ups of his barefeet. What a gift!