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The Shoe Sale

by Tony

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Part 1-
When I took the part time job at the shoe store, I did it for one reason and one reason only: I have a male foot fetish ... and where else could I see tons of gorgeous men with wonderful feet but by selling shoes in a men's shoe store? The store is located in one of our larger local malls and there are lots of hot guys coming in to try on shoes. We sell sneakers, sandals and casual business shoes, as well as dress and athletic socks.

My first week there was a little uneventful. It mostly involved training, how to operate the register and how to read the codes on the shoeboxes so that you could locate the stock in the backroom a lot easier. You simply match the code from the display to the code in the back on the shoebox and you have your shoe! My second week on my own was much more interesting. My first customer was a balding middle-aged man, not very attractive and who knew exactly what he wanted. He went straight to the shelf, got his shoe and asked me for that particular size from out of the back. I retrieved the shoes for him; he paid and then left. Boring!

My next potential customer walked in about 10 minutes later. He was a much different story. He was about 30, had blonde hair and stood about 6' 2". He was wearing Nautica shorts and a black muscle shirt. I could see a little of what appeared to be a dragon tattoo on his upper arm near his shoulder. He had on sandals and had really nice feet. I couldn't help but stare at them. A size 11 or 12, I'd bet. He had a nice basket too. He picked up some Nike running shoes and looked them over.

"Hi, can I help you with anything?" I asked.

"Nah öI'm just lookin' around right now." He replied.

He continued to browse and picked up many different shoes. In the meantime, another gentleman came in with his young son, and asked me about our sales. I left the "cutie" long enough to answer questions and sell the gentleman a pair of sandals for his son. Once I rang up the sale and headed back over to offer assistance (of any kind) to the blonde, he had already left the store. I made a few sales and went to lunch. When I returned from lunch, I noticed the same blonde guy was back and he was looking at the tennis shoes. Mark, one of the other salesmen that works in the store, was hovering around him. But Mark was lazy and made no effort at all to have any contact with the guy. I moved over to where the guy was standing.

"Back I see?" I smiled at him.

"Yeah, I really didn't want any shoes, but I liked this pair. I was sorta looking at them earlier but couldn't make up my mind if I needed them or not. I was about to ask you if I could try them on, but a guy and his kid came in and starting asking you questions. I decided not to get them anyway and went ahead and left. But, I work across the road at the Tattoo shop and after I got back from lunch, I decided to come back and at least try them on."

"What size do you need?" I inquired. "I guess an 11. Do you have a sock too? I'll need one to see if the shoe fits or not since I don't have one with me." He smiled; pointing down to his sandals.

"Sure, I'll be right back." Mark sneered at me as I passed by him and I went to the back to get the shoes. I returned with the shoes and a white sock a moment later and handed the sock over to the guy.

"Thanks." He sat down on one of the many benches we have in the store and took off his sandal. I busied myself preparing the shoes for him and tried not to glare at his wonderful foot! Once he'd pulled the sock on I knelt down in front of him and allowed him to place the shoe on too. I felt of the toe of the shoe and looked at him and asked if the shoe was to loose or to tight.

"It's okay." He said. He got up and walked across the floor. "I really like 'em. I'm starting to run again after work, and I really need a good, comfortable shoe. I like the support these have." He walked around a little more, testing it out.

"Would you like to try them both on?" I asked.

"Nah, I think this one is enough to get the feel of them. They're nice. I think I'll take them."

He sat down and began to take the shoe off. I leaned down closer to him. "I'm not supposed to say anything but these are going on sale tomorrow. You'll save about $15 bucks if you'll just wait a day." I smiled as I placed the shoes back in the box. He slipped his sandal back on and I was close enough to get just a whiff of his foot. It smelled incredible.

"What should I do?" he asked. "I'm afraid they'll be gone by tomorrow. You don't have that many pairs out here."

"Don't worry about it." I assured him. "What's your name? I'll just stick them in the back with your name on them and you can come back in tomorrow and pick them up. That way, you know we'll have them and you won't have to worry about trying more of them on and you can get them at the cheaper price."

"Thanks man, I really appreciate it. My name's Ben Danvers. Let me give you my work number too, just in case something happens. It's 555-2417. I work at The Ink Well right across the street." I smiled at him and wrote his name down on a label and stuck it to the shoebox. "Hey, if you ever want a tattoo, come on over and look me up. I work every day but Friday and Sunday."

He smiled and shook my hand and thanked me again. I carried the shoes back to the storeroom and set them down. I sniffed the sock he'd worn. Nothing at all. I guess he didn't wear it long enough. Oh well.

The next day, I anxiously awaited Ben's return to the store to purchase his shoes. I waited the whole morning and he never came. I assisted a handsome man right before lunch and that was about the highlight of my day!

"Where was he?" I mumbled to myself. I waited patiently through the afternoon and still no Ben. I went back and got his shoes and put them under the register in case he ever showed. It was about 20 minutes before closing and I'd all but given up on him when he finally waltzed in. He looked incredible. He wore tight little shorts and a green tank top. I could see more of his dragon tattoo now. It was pretty hot.

"Hey man, did you think I wasn't comin'?" He said.

"I wasn't to sure. That's okay though, you're here now." I replied. "Say, I really like your tattoo." I began ringing up his shoes.

"Thanks. You know I can give you one just like it if you want?" He smiled.

"I'm not sure. I'm sort of a wuss when it comes to tattoos. I think they look nice, but I don't know if I'd want one."

"Well, I think it would look hot on you." He said. Did I hear him right? Surely not.

"What did you say?"

"I said that it would look hot on you. Look, I know that you're gay. I saw you checking out my feet and looking at my crotch yesterday. You've gotta be gay. The feet thing is a bit strange, but I'm gay too and if you're interested maybe we could go out sometime?"

I was dumbstruck. "You're gay? I can't believe that. You're like the hottest thing I've seen in a LONG time. And why would you be interested in me?" I queried.

"Don't sell yourself short man, you're pretty hot yourself. So what are you doing after work?"

"Uh, nothing actually. I was going to get a bite to eat and go home."

"Oh. Okay." He turned to go after paying me for the shoes.

"Hey wait a second." I yelled after him. He turned around and walked back to the counter. "I get off in 20 minutes, will you wait outside the store for me? I think I'd like to join you after all. Wanna grab something to eat together?"

"Sure. Wherever you wanna go! Oh and by the way, I could get you off a whole lot faster than 20 minutes."

He grinned and left the store.

 

Part 2-
We went for tacos and he asked me over to his place afterwards. I agreed and followed him home. He had a really nice condo. Very open and not at all what I pictured. He slipped his sandals off and I did the same with my loafers.

"So, what is it about my feet that you like so much? Do you like all guy's feet or just mine?"

"No I pretty much am turned on by just about any guy's feet. Yours are very, very nice though." I replied calmly. "I don't know why I feel the way I do about them, I just do. I like the domination factor I guess. I mean, being forced under a guy's feet and being overpowered is really hot to me. There's no real explanation I guess. If it bothers you, I'll understand."

"It doesn't bother me at all. If you like it, I think that's fine. As a matter of fact, I was really hoping you and I could, you know ... explore a little bit. I find you very sexy and I think you kinda like me too. Would you like to have sex with me?"

I grinned from ear to ear. "As if you have to ask me?" I stood up and I already had a rise in my Levi's. I walked over to him and kissed him. He pulled my shirt off over my head and kissed me back. He played with my nipples a bit. He pulled off his tank top. Wow, he had a great chest.

"So what do you want to do?" he mumbled as he nibbled on my earlobe.

"Whatever you want." is all I could squeak out. He pulled me close and held me tightly. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me again, long and wet and then pushed me down to my knees. He applied force to my shoulders keeping me stationary and pinned to the floor. He then maneuvered his foot to my crotch. He pressed down onto my cock with his foot.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah." He pushed down a little harder and then released my shoulders. He brought his foot up to my face and pressed it against my nose. He trapped my nose between his big toe and his second toe. He squeezed lightly; barely clamping my nose. He released my nose and forced his big toe into my mouth. I sucked on it. It had a great flavor. He removed his toe from my mouth and placed his foot up against my chest. He pushed me over gently and I fell over onto my back. He stepped over me and looked down at me. He grinned and then put his foot on my face. He ground his foot in a little. He hurt a bit, but I loved it just the same. He once again, forced his foot into my mouth. I sucked and licked at it. The salty, sweaty flavor was really turning me on. He pulled his foot out of my mouth and placed it on my chest. He stood up and put all his weight down on my chest. He moved his other foot to my chest to so that he was standing on me.

"Do I weigh to much? Does that hurt?" he asked me. I shook my head no and smiled. He walked up and down my whole body. Stepping on my face, my chest, my stomach and my legs. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. I quickly shot my load, having lost all control of myself. He smiled and ran his foot through the cum that had accumulated on my chest. He told me to lick it off, and I complied.

"See, I told you I could get you off in less than twenty minutes." he snickered.

I rose up and tugged his shorts off. I began sucking his dick. I stopped long enough to say, "I think I can get you off in less than five." He smiled and pushed my face back down to his cock. You know what, I was right.