Taking My Work Home With Me
by FootSoldier104

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I work at a social services agency in central California. That's how I met Miguel...and that's when my life got a lot more interesting.

One afternoon, a middle-aged Hispanic woman came to our office with her 18-year-old son in tow. It was not unusual for us to see a concerned parent bring in a problematic teen child.

The three of us sat down to talk. Her son, named Miguel, was a trim guy, average height, and with sharp features. While his mother was dark-skinned, he was not. He was dressed casually, in a short-sleeved polo shirt, jeans and ratty red canvas lace-up Vans tennis shoes. He obviously did not want to be there, and looked mostly at the ground. The moment before I switched my attention back to the mother, I thought to myself "This guy is hot!".

His mom was distraught. Her son had had poor attendance in high school, then dropped out altogether a few months short of graduating. He had taken a low-paying job at a warehouse, but then got fired. Nearly in tears, she asked if there were a program we had that could help Miguel get his GED, and then have some sort of future. I explained what we could offer, and made an appointment for them to come back and see me again the following week. They got up to leave, and I shook both their hands. For the first time since his arrival in my office, Miguel semi-smiled and actually looked me in the face.

After he and his mother had left, I sat alone in my office, with an odd feeling. It was the look Miguel had given me as he left. Not that I thought an 18 year old was "checking me out", but there was just...a feeling. I got a partial hardon, then laughed and thought that I needed to get laid; I was fantasizing that the clients wanted me!

Right on time the next week, the Miguel and his mother showed up for their appointment. It was midsummer, and Miguel was wearing a T shirt, jean shorts, and well-worn black flip flops. I heard the flip flops before I saw them, and realized what a struggle awaited me, trying not to check out his feet during out meeting!

His mother was even more distraught than before--and she was angry. On top of all the other issues, Miguel had just gotten a costly speeding ticket driving the family car--and they had no way to pay it. Miguel sat in silence and looked at the ground as his mother vented to me about how she feared her son was going end up in jail or homeless.

As she ranted, I allowed myself a sly look down. Miguel sat quietly, looking at the ground. I gasped so quietly that only I could hear it--he was slowly sliding his feet in and out of his flip flops. I started to get a hard on again. As I suspected, his feet were nice...probably size 10s (a little large for a guy his height), nails trimmed but not overly fussed over, toes slightly chubby and with a few black hairs on each one. The tops were deeply tanned, but without a light "Y" on top, implying he didn't wear his flip flops that often outdoors. Contrasted against the blue-gray carpeting in my office, I could even tell that he had showered recently; his feet had that fresh and soft look. For just a second, drowning out his mother's voice, I fantasized about diving onto the floor and pushing my face into his soles.

I stared a second too long, and found to my horror that Miguel was looking at me, and saw what I had been looking at. He smiled a half smile and then looked back at the ground, still slipping his feet in and out of his flip flops.

Finally Miguel began to talk, then yell, about how his mother was being unfair and that he did good things too. She raised her voice, and soon the noise level was deafening. I calmed them both down, told them I'd research vocational training for him, and set another appointment for them to come back later in the week. I mostly wanted them out of my office because my hard on was extreme and I knew that I couldn't stay professional much longer with that hot boy and his beautiful feet taunting me.

That night at home, I couldn't fall asleep easily...I just kept picturing those feet, hypnotically sliding in and out of the flip flops, and his smile. Oh what I'd do to you, Miguel, if you were here, I thought, and jerked myself off to an impressive orgasm.

The next day in the last half hour of work, I looked up from my computer to see Miguel standing at the door of my office. It wasn't the day for our appointment, so I was totally surprised.

"Hi Miguel", I said, trying to be cool. "Our appointment's not today, is it?"

He looked at me seriously. "No bro, it's not. My mom kicked me out of the house".

I immediately invited him in to sit down. He was again in a polo shirt, jeans, and the ratty red Vans tennis shoes.

He told me the story...that his mother had warned him that any more bad behavior would not be tolerated...and he had shown up at home the night before stumbling drunk. She let him sleep it off, but that morning had told him that he was no longer welcome in the house.

Almost in tears, he said "Bro, I don't have anywhere to go. I have like $30. I'm scared. I need help. I don't want to go to a shelter, bro."

It was exactly 5:00 and time for me to go home. I looked at the frightened teen. I thought about what I wanted to do, and realized that it could put my own job in jeopardy.

Carefully I chose my words. I told him that I could help him out, but that it would have to be on the QT. I told him to leave the office and walk to the end of the block, where I'd pick him up (in no way could I have any of my coworkers see him getting into my car with me). I knew what I was planning was incredibly stupid, but this gorgeous mess of a guy had just affected me in an intense way that I couldn't ignore.

As planned, I drove to the end of the block and he got into my car. "Thanks man, this really...thanks" is all he said.

I explained that I had an extra bedroom and that he could stay there until he patched things up with his mom. I'd also work on getting him into some training.

As we drove, I glanced down at his old Vans and sure enough, got a hard on again. What the hell was I thinking, taking a total stranger, and a messed up one too, into my home? What was going to happen once we got there? I asked myself. I didn't know.

We pulled into my driveway and got out, and went into the house. Trying to minimize the extreme awkwardness, I began to explain where everything was, and to show him the guest room, with its day bed.

"I really need a shower, bro" he said. "Do you mind if I take one?"

The thought of Miguel being naked in my house nearly closed my throat, but again trying to be cool, said "sure, let me get you a towel".

When I returned with the towel, he had already stripped off his shirt, and kicked off his tattered Vans. He had an decent upper body, with very little hair, and a tattoo on the left shoulder. God he looked good, and I could not believe this was happening.

"Here's your towel" I said, as I handed it over. He smiled and pulled off his jeans. Now he was standing there only in his white underwear and socks.

His cock was rock-hard, clearly visible through his underwear. He stood there and smiled at me. The warm, musty smell of his nearby tennis shoes hit me at the same moment I saw his hardon. I froze. Neither of us said a word.

Slowly I walked over to him. I could smell his warm body, and a faint scent of old deodorant. He looked me right in the eyes, and stayed silent.

No longer able to stand it, I reached out and put my hand right on the outside of his underwear. He looked down.

"Go ahead, do it", he said.

I dropped to my knees, and yanked down his underwear. His fat, uncircumcized cock swung out and slapped my cheek. Oh god, I was going to pass out, this was too awesome!

I pulled his underwear to the floor and he stepped out of them, only his socks remaining on. I went back and admired his cock...a solid 8 inches, thicker in the middle, brown and already drooling precum. I jammed it in my mouth and Miguel twitched, and sat down on the bed.

I bobbed my head up and down, noisily savoring his fat penis and enjoying the heady musk of the 18 year-old's crotch. After a minute, Miguel put his hand on my forehead and pushed me off of his cock. I was surprised.

He looked in my eyes and said "I know you want to take off my socks. Do it".

Still fully dressed and trembling with arousal, I sat down on the floor by the bed. He raised one socked foot to my face. The sock was old, but fairly clean. He lightly pushed his sole against my face, and I inhaled deeper than I ever had. The wonderful scent of man feet filled my skull, and a moan escaped my lips. He slowly rubbed the sole of his sock up and down over my face...reminding me of how he slipped in and out of his flips flops in my office.

I unzipped my pants and my raging erection popped out. I didn't jerk it, however...I took both hands and slowly pulled the sock off of the foot in my face.

THERE was the foot I remembered, from my office, but now inches from my face! I rubbed his meaty bare sole. His foot was warm, dry and soft. I pushed my fingers between his toes and he moaned slightly. I let this foot fall to the ground and then removed his other sock. I held his feet together and buried my face in them, again inhaling, and this time licking his beautiful soles, running my tongue from his heels to the space between his big and second toe, then back again.

Miguel lay back on the bed, stroking his cock firmly but slowly. "Oh fuck bro, yeah...just like that" he said quietly.

Dizzy from ecstasy, I managed to get out of my own clothes and left them in a mound on the floor. I stood looking down at Miguel, still lying on his back on the day bed. In the light coming in through the blinds, he looked so beautiful, so hot, so delicious. I ached for him.

Without saying a word, I got onto the bed with him, With one knee on either side of him, I grabbed his fat cock and aimed it at my ass. I sank back, wondering how I was going to take it with no lube, but too insane from desire to worry.

The moment the precumming head of his cock made contact with my sphincter was one I'll never forget. It was as if electricity shot through my body. Miguel and I looked into each other's eyes, and I sank back further. The head of his cock pushed through my anus and we both let out loud moans. Miguel slightly arched his back and the cock went further into me. A few seconds later, I felt the bush of coarse pubic hair push against my ass cheeks. He was all the way inside me.

I began to move up and down and he began to thrust upwards. I literally can't describe the feeling. He smiled at me...that same smile he had given me the first time he left my office. My whole body trembled.

Miguel moved around on the bed, and I wondered what he was doing. Finally I saw...he had grabbed one of his socks off the floor and he handed it to me. "Smell it while I fuck you" he said.

I held the sock, turned inside out, against my mouth and nose. Oh, it smelled so good, so warm, so manly. Miguel's thrusting increased as he watched me savoring his sock. The guest bedroom echoed with the creaking of the day bed, the slapping of his body against mine, and of my deep inhaling.

Finally, his thrusting became frantic. I looked into his eyes and he had the clear expression of a man on the verge of a mindblowing orgasm. "Oh god Miguel, fuck yes, come in me! Fucking come in me!" I growled, still huffing his sock, and pushing back onto his thrusts.

Miguel tensed, and closed his eyes. Deep inside me, I felt his cock fatten and jump. I could feel each volley of his hot seed as it seared my insides. The liquid assault started my own orgasm. My ass clenched tight on Miguel's spasming cock, and I gasped as my own load began firing, first in strings them in globs, landing on Miguel's chest and stomach. I let out an animal moan as he fucked the last of his semen into me, and the remnants of my own dripped out, pushed out by his cock.

Spent, I collapsed onto the narrow bed beside him. Miguel was still gasping for breath. His cock was still at attention but softening slightly, covered in foamy semen. My own ass was destroyed and throbbing, a delicious pain I'll never forget. His seed ran freely out of me, staining the bedspread.

Then it was time to talk. Naked, we talked about what had happened, and later, what we'd do about our arrangement. I decided that Miguel might be nice to come home to for a while...especially if this was they way he'd welcome me!

So, Miguel ended up living with me. The sex is spectacular, and I get to worship his feet whenever I wish. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and need a foot fix...and just devour his feet and jerk off as he sleeps. He usually wakes up halfway through with a hardon and fucks me. Sometimes he puts a dirty sock in my briefcase to surprise me at work. I huff it and jack off (quietly) in the staff bathroom.

He did eventually get his GED and then, a decent job. He contributes to the house, so no one could accuse him being a "kept man". His mom thinks that we are just roommates. More importantly, no one at work ever found out...about that very special day when I chose to take my work home with me!