Drive-Thru Adventure
by Jason

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I had become pretty good acquaintances with Sid during numerous breakfast trips through the drive-thru of my favorite fast-food joint.

Most people probably wouldn't have given him a second look, but there was something about him that was attractive to me. I gathered from his accent and appearance that he was from India. He was dark-skinned, had deep brown eyes, and long, black, wavy hair that was kept sort of messy. He was also skinny which gave him a "nerdy" kind of look. That was OK, though. There was something there was attracted me to him.

After an absence of several weeks, I went back to the restaurant for breakfast. A tingle went up my spine when I heard that familiar accent. I placed my order and drove to the window. When he saw me, he grinned and waved. Coming to the window he said, "Hey! Haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah. It's been a while since I came through. "

He asked if I had been out of town. I told him that I had just been too busy to take time for breakfast. We chatted small talk for a minute while he took my money. All this time I was stealing glances at the front of his pants, hoping he would catch me looking and figure out that I was interested in what was inside. When He came back to the window to give me my food he said, "There you go. See ya tomorrow, OK?" I said "You bet" and drove off. All I heard echoing through my head for the rest of the day was that last phrase: "See ya tomorrow, OK?" I came up with a plan for the next day.

I noticed that Sid hadn't shaved in a few days and his goatee was starting to come in. It looked really sexy and I decided to comment on it the next day - along with my usual glances at his crotch. I had no idea if the feeling was mutual or not. I didn't even know if he was straight, gay or bi.

The next day I drove to the restaurant, plan in my head. I heard his voice on the speaker and became even more nervous. Just before I left the window, I told him I liked the scruffy look he had going on. He reached up to his chin and said "This?"

"Yeah, it looks good!"

He said thank you but looked confused about how to take my comment. I just knew I had blown it. I decided not to go back to the restaurant for a couple of days.

Well, I just couldn't stay away. I started thinking about all the stories I had read on the My Friends' Feet website and devised another plan. I went to the restaurant for breakfast after a couple of days. I had written down my cell number and decided to give it to Sid. When he handed me my order, I gave him my number and told him to text me; I had a question I wanted to ask him. I drove to work and waited anxiously to see if he would send me a message. Around 4:30 I got a message from a number that I didn't know. I opened it. It was from him!

"Hey, it's Sid. What did u want to ask?"

I couldn't believe it! I had my chance. I typed my reply with shaking hands, messing up way more than I want to think about.

"I know u r on ur feet a lot. I was wondering if u would allow me to give u a foot massage."

It took me five minutes, I know, to hit the send button. I waited. Finally my cell phone beeped.

"Never had 1 b4. Would luv 2 try it. When?"

I nearly fainted. He had to work a double shift that day so we decided to meet when he got off work at 9. I told him to look for me in the parking lot.
I showed up 30 minutes early because I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his feet and see where it might lead. After what seemed like 2 hours, I saw the lights start going off in the restaurant. My heart started racing. Then I saw him walking across the parking lot toward my car. I got out.

"Hey Sid. How are you?"

"Tired! How are you Jason?"

"Great" I said.

We shook hands and I directed him to the back door of my car. He collapsed onto the seat with a sigh.

"Wow! What a day", he said, "I am completely exhausted."

"I'll bet", I said, "Your feet hurt?"

"Like Hell!" he exclaimed. We both laughed. He asked why I wanted to massage his feet. I told him that I had just always wanted to do it for someone.

"I'm glad it's me", he said and grinned. He turned and leaned against the car door, swinging his legs up into my lap. He had slipped off his shoes when he got in the car. I was seeing his feet for the first time. He wore white tube socks that were surprisingly clean considering he worked in a restaurant. I sniffed the air. There was a wonderfully pungent aroma coming from his size 12s. I was beginning to get a hard-on and I didn't want him to know that I was enjoying this sexually so I kept his feet away from my crotch. I still didn't know which way he swung. I began messaging his toes through his socks working each toe individually; first one foot then the other. He moaned softly, eyes closed, relaxing. His socks were moist from sweat. Sid continued to relax into the seat.

"That feels fantastic", he said. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was living one of the stories I had read so many times before.

I reached up and began pulling his socks off. I didn't know how he would react. He simply moved his legs to make it easier for me to slide them off. By this time I was completely hard. He had beautiful feet; long toes and wonderfully soft soles. I began working his soles, massaging them deeply. I could see by the parking lot lights that he had some fuzz between his toes. I tried cleaning it out with my finger, but it was glued to his feet by his sweat. I suddenly got really brave. I lifted his foot to my mouth and licked between the first two toes of his right foot trying to clean away the fuzz. I really didn't realize what I was doing. My eyes were closed in passion.

"What are you doing!?" Sid exclaimed.

"Uhh..."

I had blown it. I opened my eyes and looked at Sid. He had a look of lust in his eyes that I had not seen from anyone before.

"Please don't stop", he groaned.

That was all I needed to hear. I began licking and sucking his toes and feet like I were eating ice cream. His feet tasted so good. I started massaging his calves through his pants while I worked his feet with my mouth.

"Let me help" he said and began pulling off his pants. I looked between his legs and saw a huge bulge in his red bikini underwear. His cock was hard as a rock. We both undressed. Sid grabbed my head and began kissing me, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. Our hands found each other's cocks at the same time. I pushed him back against the car door and took his 8" dick into my mouth. Pre-cum was leaking from the head. I swallowed Sid's meat as he let out a huge moan.

"Aaaaahhhh...Jason!" was all he could say.
He pulled my head from his crotch and looked at me deeply with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Jason, can I please fuck you?" he pleaded.

" Oh Sid, yes" I said.

He pushed me onto my back kissing me deeply. He lifted my legs across his shoulders, spit in his hands and lubed his cock with it.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

And with that he began pushing his thick cock deep into my ass. He started a slow rhythm and made love to me, kissing my mouth and neck and nibbling my ears. Then as he began to pump faster and harder, he took my feet and started sucking my toes. I grabbed my cock and started jerking. Almost immediately I started shooting ropes of cum. Seeing me cum made Sid cum also. He plowed his cock as far into me as he could and started screaming as he shot load after load of cum into me. Finally, he collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily.

We lay there for a minute covered in my cum and our sweat. I began running my fingers through his thick hair. I was enjoying the scent of our sex. He turned his face to mine and kissed me.

"Instead of coming here for breakfast in the morning, why don't we have breakfast-in-bed at my place?" he asked.

"I'd love that." I said.

The next weekend, I moved in with Sid.