The Surfie
by Bris Foot boy Drew

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It was a typical Saturday afternoon in this Aussie cafe. We were 15 minutes from closing, the cook had left, the owner had left and I was left to close shop. For those customers coming in at the last minute, all I could offer them was drinks from the fridge, chocolates or chips from the stands and fruit in the bowls sitting on the front counter.

I looked up at the clock and decided it was too hot to be standing here. I might loose one or two customers, but what the hey, it was time to close as far as I was concerned.

I started packing up the shop, putting the fruit back in the fridge, tidying up the racks of chips and chocolates. All that was left was to empty the til, lock the front doors and I was done for the done.

As I was pulling coins from the till I dropped one. I bend down to pick it up, lowering myself behind the counter. As I stood, I was surprised to find a relatively young guy standing on the other side of the counter. Startled, I stepped back.

" Hey sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to frighten you!"

" No no.. that's ok", I smiled, "What can I do for you?" Sure he's hot, I thought, but damn it, I'm closing!

" Well err.. sorry to be rude mate, but I don't wanna buy anything, I'm just dieing to go to the loo. Can I borrow your toilet?" he said.

" Yeah go for your life," I said pointing up the corridor. "through here, second door on the left, the last door actually."

I watched as he walked up the corridor. Typical surfie. Tanned to the max, nice shapely body, and that messy bleach blonde hair look. I like the look but it doesn't do much for me. A lot of those guys are bit empty headed but hot none the less.

As I closed the til and did some more tidying of the shelves to fill the time, he came wondering back through to the front of the cafe.

" Thanks for that mate, I was busting hey, cheers!" he said as he grabbed his towel and sunnies off a table he had obviously thrown them on as he came in.

" No worries" I said following him to the front door. After he left, I closed the door, turned the "open" sign around to show we were closed, took a deep sigh and couldn't wait to get myself home for a relaxing Saturday evening.

As I walked back towards the counter something caught my eye. A pair of dirty sneakers were sitting on one of the chairs. Were they his? They must have been! I hadn't seen them earlier and no one had been sitting in the cafe for a good hour or so.

Walking closer to them, my thoughts of who's sneakers they might be were pushed aside while thoughts of what they might smell and taste like came to fruition. Almost hypnotized I reached out and grabbed them. Nikes they were. Large, heavy. I looked inside and a worn out printed "13" on the sole starred back at me.

My nose was no where near them but the fresh salty scent of a surfie's feet lingered. Without thinking about it any longer, I closed my eyes and buried my face deep within one of those size 13 sneakers.

Suddenly I was engulfed by the sheer fresh warm and odor of these sneakers. You could smell salt, you could smell sweat, but above all you could smell feet. These were fresh. Very fresh. Worn obviously between surfs for that young hot dude who was just here.

My eyes still closed, I breathed in this surfer's odor. So fresh, so magnificent. I couldn't believe my luck.

Knock. Knock. "Oi!" I heard.

I pulled the Nike from my face and opened my eyes. I turned to the front of the cafe and there at the window, the young surfer had his hand up to his face, pressed against the glance glaring in.

" Can you let me back in I forgot my Nikes!" he called out.

Shit, I thought. Did he see me smell ‘em? What will I do? What will I say?

Realizing I had them in my hand still I held one up. "This them?" I asked feeling so pathetically stupid.

" Yep, that's them!" was the reply.

Without thinking I placed them back on the table, walked to the front door and unlocked it, opening it, ushering for the surfie to come in. I didn't say a thing, either did he. Fingers crossed he saw nothing.

" Err, lucky you caught me," I muttered.

" Huh?" he said, sitting down, sliding the Nikes back onto his feet without undoing the laces.

" I.. I mean lucky you caught me before I left. I was about to go… you know.." I was so nervous, still hoping he hadn't seen me.

" Oh yeah.." he standing, "that was close hey."

I nodded shyly, muttering a "yeah" in reply.

" So how where they?" he asked.

" W..what?" I said looking up at him.

" My Nikes. I saw ya smelling ‘em."

I gulped. What do I say from here? "Um.. yeah.. man.. sweet... fresh!" I said half chuckling.

" Good man. Good." he said with a grin.

I stared at him puzzled. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, was sorta cool to see someone having a whiff of my sneaks. They do anything for ya?"

I blinked, opened my mouth but nothing came out.

" They get ya hard? You get a fat? They that good?"

" Oh..well..." I was trapped. I didn't know what to do, what to say. What can you say? I simply nodded and muffled "shit yeah".

" Sweet" he laughed. "Here", he bent down and pulled off one of his Nikes, "have another whiff!"

He held it there in front of me, obviously wanting me to grab it and have another go and savoring his scent. I just looked at it, then looked up at him.

" Go on! You've got my permission! Smell it!"

I grabbed the Nike from him, pulled it to my face and took an obviously deep breath. Again, my head went into a spin as my nose was over taken by his scent, my face was empowered by his foot's warmth.

I moved it away and took a big breath out. I looked at him and he was smiling big time.

" You really love that shit don't you?" he said showing a huge teethy white grin. "You like my stink!" and with that, he leant forward and grabbed my cock, a cock which was obviously enjoying the sensations of his fresh, warm, moist, sockless size 13 Nikes.

I just stood there silent. His grasp on my cock tightened. "You suck toes?" he asked.

" What?" I stammered.

" Do you suck toes man? You know? Put a guy's toes in ya mouth and suck them?"

" Err.. well yeah.. I have done once or twice... why?"

He sat down and pulled off the other sneaker. He motioned for me to sit on the floor, moved his right foot to my face and said "Suck ‘em for me,"

I looked down at the foot floating in mid air. With both hands I grabbed it. It was warm and moist thanks to him wearing his Nikes again for one brief moment.

I took a good look. His feet, like him, were tanned. His toes were long, not boney as such, but still his feet were heavy and meaty.

I opened my mouth, lowered my head, closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around his right big toe. I took one big wet suck of this thick big toe, squeezing my lips along its entire length, letting it escape my mouth's grasp gently.

" Woah," he signed, "that's fucking nice." He slid down in his chair, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and stretched out his left leg. "When ya done with this foot," he said slightly moving his right foot, "work this one over" he said wiggling his left.

My mouth continued to suck and taste each and every toe on this young surfer dude. On some toes his nails were sharp and I often felt that with my lips, but despite that, each was so soft, so meaty and so long. Even his small toes had a good length to them. I didn't know if this boy was gay, bi or straight, and I didn't know if I would end up sucking anything more, but I enjoyed the smell of his Nikes and the taste of his toes while I could.

When all ten toes had been worked over, he sat upright in the chair and thanked me. I looked at his feet as he wiggled his toes, some still shiny thanks to my hungry mouth and its spit.

" I've never had ‘‘em sucked before hey man" he said, wiggling his lengthy toes. "What else do you do with them?"

I don't know why by the next obvious thing I said to him was "lick between ‘em".

" Wicked!" he said flexing his toes again. "Do it man!"

And I did. My tongue explored the long gap between each of his toes while he sat back often chuckling, laughing, I obviously found his ticklish spots.

He loved it though but when it all end, I got a "thanks" and a "cheers" as he put his Nikes back on, stood, and walked towards the front door.

" See ya around sometime?" he said, and without wanting to ruin the moment, I didn't say it aloud, but I did say to myself, "I hope so."