Moving:
Part 1 - The Movers
by Indyfootgu
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It was the dog days of summer and we had been having a heat wave,
with 3 days of temperatures over 90 degrees so far and with no relief
in sight.
I had been looking to move from the south for the last couple years
as the heat and humidity had just gotten to be too much for me.
So I was really excited with then the job opened up in the Chicago
area. Not only had I found a great job I was able to rent a house
on a small creek about 10 miles outside of the town I would be working
in. The only problem was the house was completely off the beaten
track, with nothing close by.
I had spent the last few days packing and since I was moving from
a small apartment and didn't have a full load, the moving company
was coming to load me up, then fill the truck with a larger load.
This worked out for me as it gave me a few days to drive to my new
home and get some work done on my new place while the movers went
to get the second load, drop it off then come to my place.
Monday morning was another hot day in the south and when the mover
showed up at 8 am the two men that climbed out of the truck already
looked hot, but to be honest that had nothing to do with the temperature
outside. As the driver climbed down from the rig, the first thing
I noticed was the lace up black biker boots with black crew socks
that came out the door first, they looked to be about a size 11,
I know these sizes on sight since I have a major foot fetish and
a man in work boots is about the hottest thing there is.
When he hit the ground I notice he was about 6 feet tall, 190 pounds,
with dark hair and blue eyes. At about 40 years of age, he was by
no means a rock hard gym stud, but he had the solid build of a man
who works hard for a living. About this time his assistant came
walking around the front of the truck, a 25 year old 6.4 sting bean,
with dirty blond hear and if he weighs 150 pounds soaking wet I
will be surprised.
I noticed right away the size 13 feet in ratty old black sneakers
with what at one time were white ankle socks that were brown with
wear peaking out of the top. Both guys were in brown shorts and
tee shirts. They wasted no time getting their truck ramps in place
and followed me up to the apartment, I was on the second floor and
I know they were not excited about hauling everything down the stairs,
but they got to work and had my loaded up by noon. As they were
working we talked a little and I found out that they were taking
off from loading me and driving all night to pick up the rest of
the load at 8 am Tuesday.
The doors on the truck closed and I waved good bye to those two
suds knowing I would see them later in the week. As he got ready
to leave Randy the driver gave me his cell number and got mine and
said he would call and let me know when they would be at my new
place. His partner Scott handed me my paper work and climbed up
in the trucking giving me a good look at those hot big feet.
Wednesday night I got a call from Randy telling me they were driving
all night and could be at my house on Thursday around 12, that gave
me time to get some food in the house and the last of my work done,
and would have the weekend to unpack. The truck was late getting
to the house, turns out they had gotten lost and arrived around
4 in the afternoon. Randy seem pissed off at Scott as he was telling
me they had missed some key turns and had to double back.
I wasn’t really paying any attention as all I could focus
on was it looked like he had the same boots and socks on as when
he had been at my house on Monday, as Scott walked around the truck
I was sure of it, unless all his ankle socks looked that dirty they
had not changed closes in 4 days. They went to work and had the
truck unloaded in about 3 hours and when to work setting up the
furniture and finished working around 8. While they had been working
I made some sandwiches and got some chips out and invited them to
stay and eat when they were done.
Once the both sat down on the couch, I heard Scott comment that
he could fall asleep just sitting there, and Randy told him they
would find some place to pull over and sleep for awhile after they
left, and with getting to eat here they could then get a jump on
driving home. I grabbed a couple beers and poured them in frosted
glasses and kneeled down in front of them when I brought the tray
into the living room. I mentioned that I heard they were done so
I poured them a cold beer to go with their dinner, they both drained
their glasses before even touching their dinner, and I got up and
brought in two more while again sitting down on the floor at their
feet. Scott at this point laughed and said he could get used to
being served like this, and asked if besides getting working men
their dinner and beers if I gave foot massages too, and with that
stretched his legs out and put his feet in my lap.
I wasted no time in saying yes sir and started to unlace his sneakers,
even as they landed in my lap I could tell they were going to be
very ripe, and just as I was pulling off the first one, Randy told
me I didn't want to do that as they had be loading or driving for
3 days and not stopped to shower or change cloths and that both
he and Scott had very smelly feet when they got hot and sweaty.
I told him the smell didn't bother me and pulled both sneakers off
at once. Before I could start the massage Scott lifted both feet
up and pressed them to my face and said that smell doesn't bother
you?
I grabbed both feet and rubbed my face in and took a deep breath
and said no sir, and pressing my luck I kissed the bottom of both
smelly socks. Randy was laughing at this point and said if you like
those suckers, get these boots off me boy and get sniff of a real
mans feet . I didn't even have to move as his booted feet landed
in my lap, but now what to do with Scots ripe feet in my hands since
I wanted to get those boots off. I ended up resting them on one
leg as I started to unlace the boots, when I got the first one off,
I was rewarded with a wet smelly black sock that I lifted to my
face and took a deep breath of those smelly socks. They were musty
and ripe like only a working mans feet could be after being in boots
for a few days, after enjoying the first foot for a few minutes
I took the other boot off and repeated the service.
About this point Randy wanted to know whose socks smell the worse,
so both of them took turns rubbing their smelly socks in my face
for me to sniff and pick a winner of the smelly sock contest. I
was in no hurry to pick a winner as I was enjoying myself way too
much to want the contest to end. But Randy had finished his beer
and wanted another one, and told me to pick a winner and then get
him another beer.
Well the dirty white socks that Scott was wearing really were the
ripest so I lifted Randy’s up for one more sniff, then took
socks and started kissing them and saying they were the winners.
Randy just kicked me with his stocking foot and said get me a beer
slave. When I brought the beers back I was told to get on the floor,
and with that Randy told me to get his socks off and give him a
foot massage, which I did for the next hour while he laid back and
drank a couple beers. Every once in a while I would reach over and
rub Scott’s feet still in his socks so as not to ignore him.
After I had been at Randy’s feet for about an hour, Scott
asked if they were leaving soon or if he could go sleep for a while.
Randy smiled and said they might as well stay the night since they
had such a good slave. He then told me to take Scott into the bed
room and get him comfortable to rest, and to take care of his needs
so he could sleep well. When we got in the room, Scott sat on the
edge of my bed and lifted his foot and told me to take off his socks,
as I reached for them he laughed and said with your teeth slave.
I bit the heel of his dirty sock and got them off his big feet in
no time. He kept his size 13 bare foot in my face and told me to
lick it clean, so starting at the heels I licked every inch and
suck each toe till he was satisfied it was clean, we then repeated
the service with the other foot.
As I worked on his bare feet licking and sucking his toes, Scott
was rubbing his crotch and moaning, as I set the second clean foot
down, I couldn't help but notice the huge spike in his shorts. I
got upon my knees at the edge of the bed and said anything else
I can clean for you r sir as I rubbed my hands up his legs, and
when he didn’t say anything I suggested he stand up so I can
remove his shorts so he can relax and sleep better. Once he stood
up I got a hold of the band of his shorts and made sure I had his
underwear too, and got both pairs down over his 8 inch hard cock.
I didn't even wait for permission, but with the shorts around his
ankles I slide my mouth over his musty hard cock and took him deep
into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. It didn't take long
before he was moaning and then started screaming OH GOD as he let
loose the biggest load of cum down my throat, as he was cumming
I kept sucking and licking his hard dick and with only a few minutes
after the first load, he was screaming again and started cumming
a second time.
I was on a role and continued to suck that hard cock for all it
was worth, he started begging for a break but very quickly he was
grabbing the back of my head and slamming his hard cock into my
mouth and fucking me for all he was worth and in less than 30 minutes
he was sending a 3rd load of cum down my throat. At that point he
collapsed onto the bed and in the time it took me to lift his legs
up and kiss his feet he was sound asleep.
When I walked into the living room, I found Randy lying on the couch
with is shorts off and stroking his rock hard cock, before I could
say anything he looked at me and said get over here and do to me
whatever you just did to Scott. Well good slave that I am I dropped
to my knees and when to work. I was only able to get Randy to cum
twice before he was worn out. I lead him to the bedroom and put
him to bed next to Scott and then lay down at the foot of the bed
so I could sleep at their feet.
I woke the next morning with Scott’s feet in my face and felt
Randy’s feet rubbing on my hard cock, before I was fully awake
I was shooting a load of cum all over Randy’s feet. I quickly
licked them clean and then wasted no time getting the shower going
and inviting them in one at a time to get them cleaned up for the
day. As I dried each of them off I made sure to get one more load
of cum out of each of them.
After breakfast as I kneeled at their feet to put on their shoes
and socks, Randy smiled and told me that was the most loads they
had delivered in a week in the 4 years they had been moving people.
As they climbed into the truck he smiled and said we deliver up
this way about once a month, and they would be back to see their
foot slave again
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