Reds
by biffedstr8

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He stood at the door of his truck, wearing cut off jeans, a washed out red tee, and flip flops. His feet were a good size with nice meaty toes. As he stretched, yawned and removed his yellow "cat" cap.

To stretch his head, he was a dream. The guy you would see on the front cover of a romance novel , the one who only appears in fantasies. His arms were well defined with strong toned muscles that fit neatly into the sleeve of his faded shirt. His pecs made perfect indents that highlighted the Nike swoop of the red faded shirt. His buzz cut hair glistened red in the sun. The square jaw and clef chin was the perfect top of the tight medium frame torso on which it set. With his long strong muscular legs right down to the calves he was a true sight to behold.

Once he had given into his morning ritual of greeting the morning with his stretching and yawning, he reached into his truck and pulled out well worn work boots, 8” high soiled, worked leather. He removed his flip flops reaching down to remove his sock from the inside of the boot, a boot that looked to be an 11 maybe a twelve, he lifted his foot brushed it off and pulled on the sock. His balance was perfect, not once did he stagger. Once on his foot the sock was maneuvered to fit as he felt it should, then he began to slide his foot into the boot. As he lifted his foot the soiled spots on the toes and instep were revealed. His hand held the neck of the boot, pointing his toes he slide his foot in giving a firm push and pull as the foot hit the boot sole, followed by a strong stomp on the ground.

He repeated the procedure with the other right boot and with lightning force and accuracy his left hand pulled the laces and he single handedly laced his boots. His laces held in the left hand, it whipped them left to right , lassoing each eye hook as he traveled the length of the boot neck. Once loop laced he fed the lace ends through the eye holes and with rodeo action whirled the laces through each other, around the boot neck and tied securely to a snug fit around the base of the calve muscle. Both boots tied he pushed the white socks to set at the top of the boot, shut the truck door .

The white socks at the top of the boot accented the tan legs , I sighed. My sigh was broken as a gulped at the sight of him reaching into his jean shorts to adjust his package. Reaching into the tool box in the bed of the truck he hosted out his work belt and like the cowboy holstering up he wrapped his waist and buckled with ease . The leather tool belt worn and sweat soiled hung neatly over his hips and slightly down in the front to hint at a point toward his groin. I stood at my truck in amazement. I wanted to be that. That body, that cool, that sure and strong. He looked in my direction, smiled , nodded, and turned to greet his buddy walking up from the construction site. They shook hands, slapped each other on the back and walked to the coffee wagon.

Someday I thought I can be like that, look that good, and be at ease with the construction crew.

It was my forth day on the job. I had been doing construction work off and on with my dad over the years, studied some construction at school and now 500 miles away at college summer break left me needing a job. I turned to the thing I felt most sure I could do and the place that gave me the cheapest thrills, construction work. The work was hard but the boot sites were exciting and soon I would have enough money to purchase a decent pair myself.

The days went by some long and hard, a few rain outs. The crew was great to speak to me and give me pointers. The morning boot show, Jackson(that was his name) was great. Jackson was also great to start giving me pointers and even some real help on making things easier and better. He’d position himself near me see how I was doing than give me help or advise smack me on the back or head and be off, until one day when he smacked me on the butt, which felt more like a squeeze. He then gave his usual smile and with a chuckle he said, “ Nice , catching on great kid, good work.”

It was on that same day he came to sit with me at lunch. I usually sat under a large shade tree, as he approached he spoke it was a deep strong full voice, “ Mind if I join you. Hot as desert out here today.” I nodded yes and as he sat he began asking questions. First eh usual ones Where you from?, what brings you here?, how old are ya? And so on than he asked, “what are you looking at every morning When I get here. You watch me like I was a T.V. show.”

I began to redden and feel the hot rush of embarrassment. He reached over and rubbed my head, “hey it’s okay. Just wondered. I just thought you were on the shy side, too.” He semi chuckled, tan got more serious tone, “You see I am very shy and keep to myself most of the time. Do my job and go home.”

I nodded. Finishing chewing, I swallowed and spoke, “Well, to tell the truth, I was, am fascinated by your boots. I mean the way you lace them.”

He smiled a grand teeth smile and as he chuckled a deep full chuckle that made me smile some as well. “ Well, sport, I can teach you to do that. Park beside me tomorrow.”

He stretched out his legs, which on that day were covered with full length jeans. He wiggled his feet in his boots and sighed, “Getting hot. Should have worn my shorts. I don’t know how these guys do it all covered in hot clothes>” having said that he pulled of his tee to reveal his awesome torso in a wife beater. My heart began beating faster and a rush ran through my body. Confused by this reaction I quickly spoke.

“Yeah, it does get hot.” I replied. Remembering I had a pair of cargo shorts in the truck I said, “hey, I got a pair of cargo shorts in my truck. They might fit you…32 waist. You’re welcome to wear them.”

“Aw, what about you. you look like you could use a pair of shorts, and remove that hot shirt.” He lifted his hat a wiped his brow. “You are pretty sweat wet. Nah, I can’t take your shorts.”

“No, really wear them these old jeans got holes in them anyway. If you got a knife we can cut them off.“

What was I saying . Damn this guy made me feel relaxed. There was a slight pause in the conversation as I stared at his boots placed so studly cross legged in front of me.

“Well if you really don’t mind. I sure would like to see if they fit.” He politely replied.

“No , come on let’s go to my truck.” I quickly responded.

As I started to stand, he spoke again, Those the only boots you got bud. Those are hiking boots. No, really nothing but glorified sneakers. And you need good work boots. steel toes. Not to mention if you plan on learning to lace up boots like me, you need new boots. I got mine at the Farm and tractor store just up the road.”

I dropped my head and just nodded as I looked at my sorry worn hiking boots that were indeed a poor excuse for construction work boots. Money was tight and boots were the last on the budget list right now.

We walked to my truck. I pulled out the shorts . Jackson unlaced his boots emptied the contents of his pockets, laying the contents on the truck bed edge. He slipped of his boots and slide of his jeans . Looking up at me he said, “My name is Jackson, yours” he extended his hand.

We shook as I told him I was Henry, but preferred Hank.

“then Hank it is. Now, let me try those shorts. “ he said , standing there in his white briefs.

As I handed him the shorts he was talking, “man I hope they fit it’s hot and getting hotter.”

I found I was staring. Catching myself I turned to pick up his jeans and lay them on the truck, noticing they were 32 -34 wranglers. I liked that.

With a smirk he spoke, “hey these are real college boy shorts. Ivy league stuff.” He laughed and so did I.

As he slipped on the shorts he questioned, “I saw you staring at my tightly whiteys. I have always worn these my dad did , so I have too. I like them Fruit of the loom my favorite brand. You college boys you go for the cool boxer look. I prefer the comfort of being supported on the job to hanging free and cool.”

Not wanting to look like the college ‘geek” as I thought I might. I unbuttoned my top jean button to show him my tighty whities, Hanes waist band boldly flashing I said, “ Me too, dad wore Hanes so I do too.”

He smiled and said, “Good man, you and your dad.”

Smacking his hands on his hips and looking down he said, “They seem to fit just fine. Great fit in the butt .” he turned to show me. “thanks Hank!” Picking up his knife he said, “ Now, let’s get those jeans cut into shorts.”

He paused, “But first slip off those boots so the cut off parts will fall off you.”

I unlaced the boots and slipped them off. With a matter of fact tone he looked at my feet and them to his then into my face. “College boy socks>” I had on ankle high athletic socks.

“Hey man easy I am on a budget. Socks, boots, jeans, are not on top priority list.” Opps I said that angry.

He didn’t react he just began cutting the jeans. He placed his hand just as he base of my ball sac and then slide about two inches below my pocket, as he was cutting he spoke, “Sorry about the comment man. I guess you are on a budget.”

Left leg cut he reached up and grabbed my crotch. I flinched. “How far down those fellas hang. Hate to cut the leg too short or Hank’s willie.” I flinched a bit again and laughed as he slipped to below my pocket. He continued to move behind me and cut the back leg off . “nice tight ass Hank, bet the looks go your way.” He gave my ass a slap and said, “Done”

As the cut off portions feel to my feet he said, “ step out, Hank. That should make you cooler, once you get that shirt off.”

I blushed. Man I don’t like going bare cheated. All the guys are so buff. So tan. I feel like a geek”

“Bud, you get to start wearing wife beaters. “ with that said he reached up took his shirt off the truck, cut out the sleeves and stretched it out to me and said, “here put this on.

You lend me shorts I lend you a shirt.”

I removed my shirt. “Hank, hell bud you got nothing to be ashamed of your body is toned. Little tan, few weeks of hard work you’ll be hot . from now on you work with me and my crew. I’ll see that you get muscled in due time.”

I slipped on his shirt . It was wet with sweat, but I liked it and it fit good too. Strange thing it made my groin tingle. I opened the truck door throwing my shirt in. Jackson tossed his jeans in saying, “keep these till end of day. I’ll pick ‘em up after work.”

I reached down to put on my boots and saw Jackson’s bare feet. Incredible feet long with nice long toes. A full meaty big toe. At least and eleven foot maybe twelve with the toe length. Surprised, confused I said, “Going swimming”, pointing to his feet. “where are your socks man. We gotta get back to work”

Handing me his boots socks stuffed in them he said , “let’s trade boots for the rest of the day. I’ll show you how to lace them and if you like them we can go to get you a pair after work tomorrow.”

“Jackson I can’t afford boots, really.” My voice sang out.

“Shhh, give me your socks. You can’t wear my boots with those college boy socks. It will chafe your legs somthin' awful. You just wear mine. Boots stay with you till money is good. You gotta have good boots on my crew.”

“But, jacks…”, I was interrupted, “just give me your socks.”

“Jackson what size are your boots I only wear an eleven.

“Mine are 12”s. but I am certain looking at your feet those wide toes and balll of the foot.” He squeezed my shoulder. I removed my socks and handed them to him. He slipped them on with the same balancing act as his morning boot show.

“Damn”, I said, “How do you do that. Balancing so steady.”

“concentrate. Look in my eyes and focus on them as you focus on putting the socks on.” He placed his hand on my chin and I was looking into his blue eyes.

I focus as he talked me through, It was like a hypnotic trance.

Boots on my feet. The feel of my feet in his sweaty socks and warm boots was making my body rush and my groin tingle. They felt great like they fit, they did fit. Wow I thought.

He tried to teach me the boot lacing thing but I was not quite the agility lace man he was. “Practice will get you there “ was what I heard as my attempt failed.

“Boots fit.” He asked.

“Yeah feel good. Socks are kinda funky, all moist (I lied I loved the moistness of his socks on my feet).

He smiled, “Yeah I kinda dig the moist preppy socks, too. “, laughing he took my cap and replaced it with his. “Now you’re Jackson the construction guy and I am hank the college prep.”



Chapter 2

We went back to work.

For the remainder of the day I was loving his clothes on my body. The feel and look of his boots and socks was great. His socks felt better in the boots then mine. They were thick and held to the boot. My feet were snug in his foot imprints and as the day got hotter my feet seemed to sweat. The moistness was absorbed by the socks and clung to my feet. My walk was different the boots were heavy in a good way.

When I would kneel down or bend over the site of the boots on my feet was a somewhat arousing feeling. As I worked harder than I ever had the smell of Jackson shirt filed my nostrils. His cap felt snug and comfortable on my head. Jackson taught me a lot of construction skills that day and I found by the end of the day I was wearing his large leather gloves . I liked the feel of the moist leather next to my hand. They were little big but, I knew I would have to get a pair soon.

A pair just like them that fit my medium sized hand. By the day’s end we had talked endlessly about construction our lives our likes and dislikes in music, literature, and even things we liked to do. He was a fisher man and said I had to go fishing with him one day. It was a great way to relax and think he told me. I had never really fished but wanted to try it.

At the end of the day we went to our trucks and waved our goodbyes. As Jackson pulled off, I realized I still had on his shirt, hat boots, and socks. Jackson’s jeans were still on the seat of my truck. He was gone. I shrugged and thought I will give them to him tomorrow.

I drove home feeling more intense rushes and tingles. Horney feelings. I got home, picked up my lunch sac and saw his jeans. I picked them up as well and went into the apartment. I set the jeans and lunch sac on the small table in the kitchen and started to undress to shower. I slid the shirt off and the smell of Jackson invaded my nostrils. I laid down on the bed boots and all inhaling the shirt.

I reached down and began unbuttoning the fly of my 501’s and rubbed my groin, which was already hard. I wiggled and stretched my toes and feet in the boots, Jackson’s boots. I reached into my Hanes tighty whities and felt my hard hot pre cum cock. My hand on the hot flesh began stroking. I had not masturbated in some time and thought this was crazy to be this aroused by the boots and smells ,but he feeling was so intense I could not stop. I took the shirt off my face and looked down at my feet in the boots.

My eyes caught the sight of my bare legs with the tops of the white socks touching the tops of the boots and the laces snug and wrapped around the boot tops. It was so intense . I closed my eyes and thought of Jackson, him there stroking me. Almost immediately I busted a nut. Thick white streams of my jis shot onto my chest once twice three times four, five and a pause then a jerk with a final sixth spurt. The feeling had my body trembling with intensity and rushes like I had never felt.

Once coming down from the intense high, my cock relaxing to a semi hard state, I began to feel dirty and sick. What was I doing? What was I thinking? This scene was not right. I was aroused by another man’s clothes and boots. Sexually aroused! But as I looked at the boots again I was still aroused by his boots. I was wearing his boots, His socks. Size 12’s and they felt good. No they felt sensational.

They looked hot. I was different too. I felt different. I felt more grown more manly. I sat up and slowly removed the boots. the smell of the moist leather was making me stiff again. I removed the socks and placed them in the boots and then the jeans and briefs. Setting the hat on my night stand I went to shower.

All I could think about was the boots. I began stroking my wood again and came for a second time. I dried off looking at my body in the mirror. Nice waist. Good legs almost as long as Jackson’s . My chest was good toned a dust of brown hair. And my arms were toned tight after the hard day’s work and tanned. A farmers tan but that would change I would get a few wife beaters when we got paid.

I wrapped the towel around my waist than stopped and tossed it on the counter. Walking to the sitting area I felt my cock swing as I walked. It was not quite placid and hung at a nice 3.5 4’ I went to the dresser and reached for my briefs. Putting the briefs back I grabbed the sweat shorts lying on the floor. Putting them on I decided to sit and watch some TV. It was futile I could not take my eyes off the boots.

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I stood it was time to try the boot balance lacing trick. I began focusing and reached for the left sock in the boot I successfully got the sock on. Stepping to the floor I switched to the right foot a bit shaky but not falling I got the sock on. I then switched to the left again, grabbing the left boot I held it and began slipping my foot in . as my pointed foot slid down the neck of the boot and bend to fill the sole my penis was growing and twitching with delight. Foot in boot I tugged and then stomped the floor .

I lifted the right and repeated the process my penis growing to full erection in my sweats. Standing on both feet I reached for the laces with my left hand pulled them to the side and began to slowly lasso the eyelets. Once to the top I looped through the eye holes wrapped the neck of the boot and tied the laces. I repeated the act on the right boot. Damn I thought I did it not fast but did it. I looked down at the boots and felt good. I wasn’t sure why it felt so good but it didn’t matter.

I grabbed the hat, Jackson’s hat, off the night stand and put it on . As I stood there I remembered the gloves were in my jeans back pocket. I picked them up and went to the bathroom to see myself in the full length mirror. The site of me in the boots, hat , and gloves was making my penis pulse in the tented sweats. I took off the hat and brushed back my hair. I wonder what I would look like with a buzz cut. Putting the hat back on, I touched my groin. I remember wondering what Jackson’s penis might look like. Were his balls full, hang low, was his penis thick and long or thin. Was he 7” like me or bigger. I took a deep breath and told myself to stop . I went to the bed tossing the gloves on the table and the hat as I passed and sat to take off the boots . I slept in Jackson’s socks that night.

The next day I awoke later than usual. I ran frantically around the room trying to gather my work clothes. In the haste of my lateness I grabbed Jackson’s shirt and slipped a jean shirt over it. I looked for jeans none only kakis. I then saw Jackson’s jeans on the table I slipped them on, no underwear, too late. I zipped them stuffed the gloves in my back pocket. I went to the boots and without even realizing slid my foot in each boot and laced them like Jackson. I realized I had on Jackson’s socks, too late not time I had to just wear them. Grabbed the cat cap and headed out the door. It was raining. I jumped in the truck and speed to the site.

Arriving at the site , Jackson was standing by his truck. The rain had stopped for the time being.

Jackson yelled out. “Hank your late, get over here let me see you lace those boots.”

He remembered. I started over to him and realized I still had on his socks and I had on his jeans.

As I reached where he was , he greeted me with a big smile and a squeeze on the shoulder saying with a smirk smile, “Looking good bud. Like the jeans, nice boots and the cap keep it I am keeping yours.”

I smiled and gave a small chuckle.

“Hey, I like the stubble. You can maybe shape it up after work it is Friday and we are going out.” He interjected.

“But I…”, he interjected, “My treat.” He reached into his truck and pulled out a new pair of boots. I am gonna break these in for you , Hank. The ones you have on will be easier for you to learn to lace. And once these new ones are broken in and you are a lace pro, they will be yours.”

I must have looked confused because Jackson added, ”I got two pair they were on sale.”

“Let me pay you fo…..” I was cut off

“No way Hank. You are trying to get through college. I admire that. Now stand on that plastic bag there and slip off the boots and socks. Let’s get to practicing. You know this ritual gets me focused and ready for the day. “ he paused, “what’s up, hank. You seem a bit nervous.”

“Well…i..it’s just the..” he stopped me

“Come on boots off, before it rains again.” he was excited.

I removed the boots and the aroma was strong. My sweat mixed with his and having worn them all night left a really musty, sweaty smell. As the aroma filled the air I began to get a bit embarrassed and turned hot red.

“man do I have to buy your socks too!” Jackson roared with laughter.

I laughed back and started to explain than thought What the hell?

“let’s get this going “, he said as he looked down at my bare feet he spoke again, “Nice feet. Good feet nice fat toes. And look at that second toe stretch out there. You know they almost look a bit longer than yesterday.” He winked.

For some reason I was pleased he liked my feet. Why/ I didn’t know but I was. Even stranger I thought why did he comment on my feet. It didn’t matter. We began looking into each other’s eyes as we lifted the socks and slipped them on. I began fading into his deep blue eyes. I was back in my room.

Thinking of all the sensations and thinking of him. I stumbled as I was sliding my foot into the second boot feeling my penis getting hard and remembering I had no briefs on to hold it in place.

“Steady tiger, easy there sport.” He whispered.

I looked down to see my erection almost full as it bulged in the pant leg, quite noticeably.

Jackson chuckled and said , “ Well you fill my jeans quite well!”

I looked down, started to say something and Jackson stopped me.

“Hank man forget it. Focusing that hard slipping into the boots, hell I do it sometimes too. I know you have seen me adjust my package sometimes. It’s cool man. Let it go. Besides looks like you got a nice piece there.”

I half nodded an Okay feeling a bit awkward . but damn he made me feel so good. It was his eyes and voice I became so empowered by them.

“Let me see you lace them now.” He chimed out excitedly.

I looked over at him my focus more intense than ever and began to lace as did he. He watched me as I watched him and I did it.

“ I did it!” I exclaimed. “I did it!”

“Nice going Hank.” He praised as he rustled my neck. “You are one hot, smart guy. You know if I am not careful you will end up cooler than me, stud.”

We both began the other boot in a sorta race. He won of course. He winked at me and said “All about the speed now my bud, work on the speed. Especially if you plan on being late anymore.” He said as he crossed behind me and smacked my butt. He opened the door and tossed me a pair of new leather gloves.

“These are yours. Should fit you better. Picked them up yesterday along with the socks on the front seat . pick them up after work and try wearing clean ones once in a while. “ he chuckled and added, “And oh there is a pack of wife beaters there too. Yours also.”

We put on our tool belts and set off to work.

Morning Jackson, hank men shouted as they passed us. “ Jackson who’s the new guy . That a relative of yours. Kinda looks like you.” Were comments from a few.

“Just breakin' him in right” Jackson answered. ‘Needing a full time partner.”

Guess I did look like Jackson, in boots like his, a cap, both o us in wrangler jeans, and jean shirts tucked into our pants. Wait I thought. Full time partner? Keep on during school? Could I do that? It might be possible ? The idea was cool. Jackson full time partner.

The first half of the day was spent working with Kevin and Andy. They were both very helpful to me and told me Jackson was real impressed with me and wanted to see me excel in the job. I found throughout the day my groin wanting to stir as I looked at the boots on my feet and over at Jackson working on the rafters. I forced myself to focus on the job to avoid lower extremity embarrassment.

At 12:45 we were sent home . Jackson reminded me to get home and changed fast so we could get started with our night on the town.

As luck would have it my truck wouldn’t start. Jackson came over with the bag of socks and tees in hand. One look from him and he knew what was up. He gesture me to move over and got in to check the situation. Several tries and he got out and lifted the hood. As he was checking things out he shouted to me it’s the battery and or the alternator. Suddenly the sky fell out. Rain pounded on the truck like rocks hitting it. Jackson jumped in and smiled, “ guess it waits till tomorrow to get fixed.”

“Listen , Hank you and I are going out on the town tonight. So what’s say we make a mad dash for my truck and get to cleaning up. “

We ran like two race horses and got in his truck soaking wet and laughing. “Damn the bitch is mad” Jackson shouted as he wiped the rain from his forehead.

I looked he him . He at me. There was a silence then he spoke. “ Mother nature man, she’s mad. The thunder than gave a wicked crack. “See’ he said.

Looking at him the feelings were swelling up again. What was it about him. His eyes, that red hair, just him. What? I drifted to him removing my wet clothes. Licking the water off my face as droplets ran down my cheeks. His hands sliding up my shirt while his tongue dried my torso. My trance was broken by Jackson repeating my name.

“Hank, hey Earth to Hank. Hank you with me here?”

“What? Oh sorry guess I was daydreaming. Did you ask me something?” I stammered

“Yes, I did. Do you need a toothbrush, anything like that . and did you bring the bag of much needed socks and some fruit of the loom muscle shirts.’

No to the bags, sorry. And yes to the toothbrush.” Catching a gleam in his eye and a tint of red flicker in his hair from the lightning flash I slipped into dream land again and said, “and condoms I guess.”

“What did you say?” he laughingly responded. “I could have sworn you said condoms”

Shocked by my own remark and not knowing how to recover I quickly blurted out, “yes condoms. You said we were doing the town, might need them by night’s end.”

“Oh he said “ grinning. Isle we both went on our way.

We stopped at the pharmacy. The rain was slacking and we ran in. Get what you need and meet me at the checkout. You’re going to my place. It’s getting late and time is a necessity . And Hank do you know where to find the condoms”.

“yes” I replied, “and I am surprised you knew this was the place to find them.’ Jackson laughed.

Pointing me to the hygiene isle we went our separate ways to gather our purchases.

We checked out and got in the truck. Jackson said, “ I just live around the corner. I saw that theatre book on the seat of your truck. And I figured had some reading requirements. I flipped through the other day and saw A View From the Bridge. They are doing that in the theatre here. So I got tickets. But it is getting late. I only have one bathroom , so we will have to hurry. No primping.”

We arrived at Jackson’s place just as the rain let loose. He and I bolted into the 4 room house. A great place. Big soft furniture. Leather sofas, dark oak wood, Indian and mid west art and motif. I looked around quickly and spoke, “ wow, great place.”

“Thanks.” Jackson replied . “ Hank, get those wet boots off. Set them by the door. Let’s get showered.”

I removed my boots as did he. The words ‘Let’s’ get showered kept racing in my mind. Did he mean us shower together. The way my mind had been racing I could not shower with him. I was confused by my reactions to him and the boots. Man, I was straight. Why was I thinking this stuff. Why was I aroused. Surely Jackson meant something other than together.

As I was slipping of the socks Jackson spoke, “Bud if you didn’t have such great feet, I’d beat the stink out those feet, Outta you.”

Feeling like it was a challenge and what would he do I replied, “ try. Just try.”

With that said, Jackson attacked me like a lineman going in for the tackle. As I started to dart away he hoisted me up and over his shoulder with one arm as he removed my shirt with the other. First the jean shirt was pulled from the back and right over my arms. Pulling the tee (his tee) up on the right side and with a finger poke to my arm pit he pulled it over my right arm and then my head and it was off in seconds and tossed to the floor. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the sofa Jackson over top of me he pushed my legs up over my head with his hands locked around my ankles.

“Say suck that stink off my feet” he shouted, “Or I push your legs further”

I was laughing, he pushed I grunted. I laughed again, exclaiming “never! You foot sucking sicko.”

With that he squeezed my ankles as he massaged my heels with his thumbs. All the while he was pushing my legs further toward my chest. Then he slid his mouth over my big toe . removing it made a small pop sound and them he bit it gently with intend. I was a bit nervous bit aroused and it was a tickling sensation. My right toe held in his teeth he stared into my eyes and said in a deep firm tone, “say it or I bite it off.” He pushed and tightened his teeth. I was getting nervous and amused and a part of me wanted to see what might happen.

“Okay. Okay. Suck that stink off my feet.” I shouted.

With the escape of those words Jackson began licking, sucking, massaging and nibbling my feet. As he released the pressure on my legs, until my crotch was right under his face. My mind was racing this was wrong. Weird. Yet it was sending sensations through my body that were pleasant. I found myself thinking of the job session and my fantasy of him licking the rain drops off my body. I was getting hard and my send was ripe. I inhaled and could smell Jackson , his sent was ripe like mine when I was sexually aroused.

Jackson suddenly pulled off and laugh a mischievous little laugh saying, “ enough of that. We have to get moving.”

I wanted to ask why he did that, but felt better to just leave it alone for the time being. Instead I jumped up off the sofa as he walked away and smacked his but exclaiming, “Had enough huh you foot sucking sicko.”

“You loved it. You’re the sicko. You ‘re the perv.” He said as he wrestled me to a head luck and released me.

We stared at each other eye to eye and then we both laughed. That star should have been the clue. There was a sexual lust in his eyes, but I shrugged it off as he did mine with a laugh.

Jackson removed his shirt picked up mine and through them onto the chair by the door. I watched him thinking how much I enjoy him. How I enjoyed the ruff housing and even though the foot scene was really on the edge of weird it was arousing.

I was brought back to reality by his wife beater hitting me in the face. He had hurled it at me. I caught it as it started to fall and the sent was wonderful . Rain, sweat, his cologne and his smell that smell that was Jackson. I was ready to throw the tee back at him when I saw him unbuckling his jeans and slide them down and toss them on the chair. I tossed him the tee he caught it with his right hand as he slide his briefs off with the left.

I began undoing the jeans off his I had on. I realized I had no briefs on and paused. How did it matter at this point I thought and I slid them off and walked over to place them on the chair . As I did so Jackson looked down at me and smirked , turned and went to the bathroom . I caught the sight of his ass as he walked away and felt a rush and shiver run through me. Why? I thought Why is this happening.

I stood still as he entered the bathroom , my seven inch dick was pulsing as I thought about the semi hard dick that was at least 8” that hung between his legs. I so wanted to wack it. Pre cum was oozing again . so many times in just these two days. I held my balls and penis tight in my hands and sighed.


Chapter 3

Jackson was in the shower, the sound of the water running brought me back to where I was. I was at Jackson’s place, ready to shower and get dressed to go out on the town. Dinner and then a show. Wow! It was all so crazy. Dressed I thought . In what I had not gone by my apartment to get anything.

“hey Hank, “ Jackson yelled, “get in here the water is gonna get cold.” Or do I have to drag u in by your feet.”

I could not get in the shower with him! He was a guy and this was not the gym.

I sighed and went into the bathroom the steam filled the room and the shadow image of Jackson in the shower was quite moving. “Get in here bud “ came from the shower stall.

I shrugged and opened the shower door. There he stood his back to me his body glistening in the water that ran over his body. He turned and smiled handing me the soap he said “hurry buddy we got to eat before the show. sorry about the woodie. It happens with the warm water. His eyes were closed so he did not see my eyes locked on his wood. He was at full mast. He was at least 8”. As I was taking the soap he opened his eyes to look into mine as he guided my hand with the soap down to my crotch. I was raising fast my flag at full mast . he spoke

“Umm seems warm water effects you the same way.” I attempted to move his hand, but he just kept rubbing soap on my balls and erect penis. As he stroked my pole he spoke.

“ nice package for a college boy.” He then pinched my nip. Rinsed off again saying , hurry up stud, you’re doing the town tonight.

I was going nuts. What the hell was going on. he was so strong masculine jock like. What was this all about.

‘ Rubbing my head he got out. I soaped my body thinking all the wrong thoughts and then as the water did indeed begin getting colder I got out.

Jackson was shaving at the sink as I began drying off. “Hurry up little pecker. We need to get dressed and gone.”

“Dressed in what .” I replied. “My things ar..”

“My things, hank. They will fit you fine. I laid them out on the bed. Hey shave lightly and leave the goatee stubble huh.”

His things? I thought. Shave a goatee. I grabbed he electric razor and removed all but a goatee. What was I doing. Setting the razor down I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I liked the goatee look . rubbing my hair I thought about the buzz cut. Dismissed the thought and bushed my hair back. As I was getting ready to leave the room I saw his body spray on the counter and helped myself. Damn it smelled nice.

“Hank, get the lead out man. Clothes are waiting. Got real briefs out here for you, fruit of the loom. Hope you like cowboy boots.”

I got to the bedroom . he was in the kitchen. On the bed were the briefs , a black wife beater, black jeans, and a black and white wide striped shirt. I looked to the floor and saw a pair of black lizard skin boots. with black knee high nylon socks handing out of the boot neck.

‘Don’t just gaze at the clothes get dressed” Jackson hollered from the kitchen.

I quickly slipped on the briefs and nylon socks . then the wife better and the jeans. Next was the boots , as my foot slid into the boot I felt a surge of hot sensation flood my body. Both feet in the boots I thought about how I had never really worn cowboy boots and now more than anything I wanted to. They never really turned me on, but my feet in these boots sent an electric charge of erotic sensations.

I was buttoning the shirt when Jackson came into the room. “ I need a brush “ I asked.

“ No time here use this belt. Get the shirt tucked in and get to the kitchen.”

The belt was a was a medium wide black belt with a sliver buckle and belt holder. Not the crazy big cowboy but modest western. It fit great as did the clothes. The pant legs draped so perfectly onto the boot s.

I got to the kitchen and Jackson gesture me to sit. He handed me a beer and said sit still. It was then I heard the buzz of the hair trimmer. I started to protest but Jackson was already cutting the sides. Then the top and neck and he was done. “finish the beer.” he said as he took a big final swig of his. He than held up a mirror for me to see. Damn it was hot. My dark bran hair in a longer buzz than his . He put gel in his hands and ran it through my hair giving it a partial spike and stepped back.

“Like it hank, I think you look hot as hell. Stud man. That tan, that dark hair. “

“Yeah I do like it.” I gleefully announced. And I did. I did look great. Hot. More like a man. The stubble goatee added to the look. “ And Jackson, I love the boots.”

“11.5, hank and they are yours. Had ‘em for a while now and like these ostrich I’m wearing a bit better. And you need boots to step out in.” he smiled and winked, ‘We’ll negotiate the price later. Drink up and let’s get going.

We went out to get in the truck and as we were headed out the door Jackson reached in the foyer closet and gave me a black cowboy hat …the damn thing fit.

In the truck I enjoyed looking at Jacksons booted feet in his brown ostrich boots with his kaki color jeans. His red hair was accented by the wide blue striped shirt he wore.

He talked about his family and his life as a kid. He chuckled about how he and his cousin played football, wrestled and fished together a lot and how the two bucked horns later in their lives. He talked about his dad and how he was an ex-air force sergeant. One who made many poor choices financially. So around the 8th grade he and his dad began swapping, well sharing shoes.

Jackson sighed a soft laugh when he said, “ he had to wear his dads more than his dad wore his, since his dad did most of the buying of shoes. They were near about a size too big he said, so I learned to wear thick socks or just walk more firm like.” He took a breath and looked at me. He talked about his dad working hard all day and wanting foot massages so he’d give them to him. He chuckled, “Sometimes I swear the old fucker got boners while I messaged his feet.” He said his dad only massaged his feet a couple of times and then would find reasons not to massage his feet. Then we were there. He managed to spit out one last thing before we got out to go into the diner, But, my old man. He was a heck of a fisherman. I learned lots from him there.”

During dinner I asked about the truck, my truck, Jackson shrugged, mentioning he had no worries and I’d be fine at the site all weekend if need be. Dinner was pleasant good conversation and lots of laughs. The food was pure down home cooking and it seemed Jackson liked it as he was just shy of licking his plate clean. Just before the dessert was brought to the table, Jackson stretched his legs out and placed his feet around mine and closed in with a hug kinda feel.

I started to move mine and felt him stop me. Our eyes met and he winked. “Boots feeling good You know you look real nice in that shirt and I really think that hair cut looks good and will be much better in the heat.” Dessert came and he pulled his feet back. Just before we left I did what I felt stupid about after I did it . I stretched my feet out and put my new boots on his . He chuckled and then pressed against mine uttering, “uummm, uummmmn” He grabbed the cowboy hat I had placed on the table popped it in my face saying, “easy tiger.” He got up and we were off to the teatre.

The show was great and funny but we sat side by side our boots and legs touching all throughout the show and it was okay. Felt good and right. After the show I thanked him with a quick man hug and he smiled and returned the hug. Then he looked at me and said, “Dang bud I really like that goatee, hey wanna go for a night cap before heading back to my place.” He grinned, “Sure you do, Hank, come on.”

We went to a country western style bar and Jackson had me drinking whiskey as chases to my beers. Not at all my usual drinking style. Jackson asked me why I drove all the way from the college to the site. I explained I was on a free ride since dad was a custodian at the college before he passed away. There was a pause and Jackson spoke, “So you are pretty much alone in the world. And you don’t have to drive that far you chose to.” I nodded a yes. Music broke out in boot scookin boogie and he ‘yehhided”

Grabbing my shoulder, “ lets kick up our heels Hank, Come on” a crowd of people were on the small dance floor and Jackson was kickin up a storm line dancing like a pro. I joined in once I got the jist of the dance . it ended and we headed off the floor.

“Nice moves Hank” Jackson’s arm was across my shoulders. “What say we have one more beer and head back to my place.: he smiled.

As we got to the truck it started to rain again. Jackson tossed me the keys and said , “You drive Hank bud, I had a few more than you.” Feeling pretty buzzed myself I grimaced, he nodded go ahead.

I drove home thinking hard and strong to focus on the driving. The truck was awesome to drive. 5 speed, 4 wheel drive and a big ass machine. We got to Jackson place and he said count of three we haul it inside.


Chapter 4

One…two …three and we ran laughing and shouting the rain was a cold rain in the night air. At the door, Jackson gestured me to give him the keys. I paused. He grabbed my crotch with a firm squeeze and I handed them over laughing. The door opened and Jackson stepped in I followed. We were both soaking wet head to toe. Boots and all. Lightning flashed and thunder followed. “Damn the bitch is mad again.” I muttered

“Got that right.” Jackson replied as he put his hat on a rack in the foyer corner and reached for me to hand him mine. As I did so the lightning gave another blast that lit up his face silhouetting his frame.

Inside I felt funny, an aching, a want . A feeling I had never really felt before. I saw that image and a warmth that almost hurt shot through me. A warmth that made me feel a desire to hold this man in a special way…no no I pushed it away. “Boots by door” I interjected.

“Please.” Was his reply. And a faint mumble followed that I think was , “Oh God no, how can he be doing this to me.” He sighed as he handed me his boots to set in the corner by the door.

I removed mine, and like a voice in a thriller movie I heard, “ Damn your feet stink” it was me saying that. Where did that lustful sex driven voice come from.

The comment was instantaneously answered by a similar sound, “not near as much as your’ you black socked sick”

With that said Jackson was upon me . He grabbed me and pulled to face him front to front our bodies felt hot. There was a heat escaping or soaking wet bodies. He began pushing me to the ground. I found myself helpless because I wanted to be so. He was over top of me his body between my legs. We were crotch to crotch. We were , both of us racing to full throttle erections. Jackson lifted my legs over his shoulders and without a word he slid his hands to my ankles.

The flash of lightning again silhouetted him This time his face was radiant with a full lustful smile one that made me moan as I caught glimpse of it. He took a deep breath and began running his face up my foot , reaching the toes he bit the sock end and with whipping action he pulled it off stopping just shy of passing my toes . He grunted and the growled sexual tone sent his head whip lash and the sock came off. His lips gently kissed my toes as he groaned in a growling sort of sound removing the other sock. I was spellbound afraid and yet wanting. I wanted this and so much more. Jackson heard my pants and moans and spoke as he slid my jean pant leg up to reveal the top of the black nylon socks, “Hank you can tell me to stop.”

I looked as he began using his teeth to slide the sock over my calf. “DON’T” Jackson slowed his movement, “No don’t stop. Yes oh Jackson” I moaned and Jackson had the sock at my heel and off my foot as he moved his teeth to bite the toe of the sock and whip his head . The sock was air born a quick lightning flash and a cracking bolt of thunder and Jackson was at my face licking the rain and sweat from my face and neck . His groin pushed tight into mine. I could feel our swords of lust and honor pushing at one another. I liked this moment. This image. The feelings.

Jackson began removing my shirt, and leaning into my ear were the words, “Say it say , suck that stink off my feet. Say it.”
I did, over and over . I wanted him not his feet but him. His boots and awesome feet were side attractions . He, Jackson, was so like and unlike me a perfect bud. But somehow there needed to be more.

Jackson having unbuttoned my shirt slid it over my shoulders and moved to licking and sucking my toes and feet . he ran his tongue in the spaces between my toes and pressed his thumbs into the soles of my foot. I did not know whether to laugh or man so I allowed both to happen until he began sucking my middle toe. He sucked it like it was a penis my cock pulsed in my jeans.

Jackson stopped. He reached up and with rifle fire action he unbuckled my belt, eased open my zipper and the jeans began sliding down. Once at the heels of my feet he pulled them over my feet while simultaneously he moved his head to my legs and followed alternately licking and kissing my legs as the jeans were sliding off.

I watched him toss them to the side as he began with his right hand running his fingers and hand intermittingly up and down my leg his left hand began the same on my right leg. Fire tingles shot through my veins and my body was electrically charged. I was trembling and pulsing with exciting chills. Jackson face was intense and glowed with feverish desire. His hand caressed the outside of my legs. I reached to touch his hands and he moved them away with a deep moan.

Over my hips he ran his fingers to the waist band of my briefs. His fingers ran the inside of the waist band touching my pulsing penis . I trembled with a deep moan. With the smoothness of oil he slid my briefs over my legs and removed them from my body with his teeth grabbing the pouch area . He then, tossed them aside and smiled a grand teeth smile. I reached to touch him. He stopped me again pinning my arms to the floor. As he starred into my eyes he began moving down closer to me .

Our lips met and we kissed long and hard our tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. Jackson broke the kiss . As he began licking and kissing my chest he whispered “Hank” . He worked his way down my torso and stopped at my pulsing penis. He looked up at me. His eyes wide his face wanting. I looked at him and could say nothing. I just trembled and let out a deep sigh. He placed his lips on my wanting pre cum covered cock kissing up the precum . He reached his hand over and spread the remains of the cum followed by more as he stoked my cock covering it with my pre cum. I was trembling like an aftershock . Without a word or a falter he began licking and kissing my cock. His mouth impaled my cock.

He was half way down and he moan with pleasure as did I. His action did not stop as he moved his left hand to cares my ball sac. My now 7” cock was deep in his throat and I was nearing the danger of shooting in his mouth moment. I started to pull away and Jackson went down as he squeezed my balls. It was over I began shooting blasts of my juices down his throat my back arched I was thrusting and bucking . The lightning flashed a bright hard glow and the crackling thunder echoed in the distance. Jackson kept swallowing . At the 6 shot, the action of my orgasm began to subside. He swirled his tongue up my cock as he slid of giving the pulsing mushroom head one last deep hard suck I shot a last erotic squirt. He stuck his tongue in my piss slit.

I laid there in an overwhelmed bliss of panting and trembling ecstasy. Jackson stayed still. I opened my eyes to see him panting and smiling. He leaned over me gave my shoulders a squeeze and our eyes locked as he kissed me soft and sensual. He broke the kiss and we just looked into each other’s eyes. His blue gray eyes glowed.

I had just been in a male to male sex exchange and I loved it. Wanted it.

Jackson spoke softly, “I have never done that before Hank. I am not sure why I did. But, I think I like it. I know I wanted it, wanted you. “ He paused and the silence was broken by , “Now college stud would you like to try me. ‘

I smiled my brown eyes glowing I know and said, “You bet I would, sicko.”

Jackson rolled off to my side and I got on top of him.

“Suck the stink of me you sicko” Jackson taunted.

I woke up wrapped in his arms both of us naked on the floor. My butt hole was wet.

I reached over and touched his . It was too. I paused looking down . Jackson reached down and lifted my chin to his face, leaned up and kissed my lips then my forehead. We both lost our virginity. Just rest Hank. We will talk.” And he held me tight. whispering. “I don’t know either. It just happened.”

And he hugged tighter and I relaxed into his hairy chest to sleep some more.