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The Rugged Neighbor

by Tiger18

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My name is Alan. I'm 23, 6' tall, size 10.5 feet, athletic, swimmers built, tan, and really into feet. I try not to let people know my secret as much as I can. A few friends over the years have learned of my fetish for guy's feet either through catching me staring or us actually playing together when drunk (which I always prefer).

I live in an apartment complex in Louisiana that has 8 units. All the neighbors are older then me, some with kids, some divorced, etc. Next door though, there is a divorced dad of 2 in his late 20's. I know they only visit every so often because I only here the constant playing outside sporadically. The guy works for an oil company locally so I always see him coming home ruggedly dirty. He's 6'3" nice, athletic to average build maybe 185-190 pounds, dark tan, deep voice, light facial scruff, and always wears a backwards ball cap. He is the poster boy for tall, dark and handsome. He always has some buddies over making noise and talks about the girl he was out with the night before loud enough that I can hear it through my window when he's outside.

Well, one night he left his work shoes outside his door overnight and that's the moment I became infatuation with him. I looked around to see if there was anyone looking out there windows since all the apartments face in towards each other. I took one of his shoes and held it up to my face and took a big whiff of what was inside them earlier. It was great. Not over powering but rank enough to know that this man had been working hard all day and could have used a foot rub when he got home. I checked the size tag inside and he was a size 12.

From that moment on every time I heard his voice outside I’d run to the window to peak through the blinds to see if I’d be lucky enough to catch him walking around barefoot. One time I thought he caught me staring at him while he walked in from his car. Luckily he didn't mention anything or ask any questions the next time we saw each other in passing.

It wasn't until a few weeks later during a big football game that my luck started to change. The game was sold out and was playing on TV. Since I am next door to him our living rooms have a common wall and I can hear a lot of what goes on in his apartment downstairs. (The tiled floors in all the units helps everything echo very nicely). Anyway, I was home that day trying to sleep before I had to get up to go to my work that night. I wake up to them being exceptionally loud and I hear the TV going and realize the game is on so I try to ignore it and go back to sleep. I get woken up a few more times and have a hard time going back to sleep at this point so I start to listen to their conversation out of boredom. After a while of them going back and forth, I realized it was just him and one other guy in there.

I can hear bottles clinking so I know they've had the chance to down a good amount of beer. I hear then make comments about how they "wished Lisa wasn't working" or how they should "round up a group or girls and head out after the game's over", etc. I'm assuming after starting the buzz with a couple rounds of beer, they moved on to the hard liquor...or at least tried to, because I heard my neighbor, his name's Mike, say how he needed to go get ice cause he was out and his ice maker didn't work right. It was about 10min from halftime (which is about 40min in real time) and I heard them both bitching about neither of them wanting to leave to go to the store. So I hear his front door open and next thing I know I hear a knock on my door.

At first it startles me, and after I process it for a bit I realize it's Mike knocking on my door for ice. I open the door and he's standing there in just a worn tank top tight to his body to reveal his chest that I hadn't seen before, a pair of cargo shorts down to his knees exposing his tan, hairy legs and to top off my day he's barefoot! He must have seen my eyes go straight down to his feet and not come back up for a moment. I was in awe at how this man looked out of his work clothes. His feet were even better. They were strong and meaty and started off wide and narrowed as they got closer to the heal. They were not very hairy, but just enough to add that accent of being a man. His nails were clean cut and all in all perfect. I could see the tan line where his socks usually stop.

Anyways, getting back to what was important...I realized I answered my door in nothing more then a pair of boxers and immediately blushed and felt embarrased. I looked up at his face and he had his head cocked a little to the side with this look almost like he was saying "what the fuck is your problem?" After a few more moments of awkwardness the silence was finally broken by him asking me if I had any ice he could use 'til half-time. I of course was not going to say no to this beautiful man standing right in front me so I excused myself and walked into the kitchen leaving the door wide open.

I dump what ice I had left in the bin into the small bucket he had brought over. I refilled the trays in hopes that he would need more later. Turning out the kitchen I made my way back to the door. Coming down the hall way I could see him standing at the front door. His face had changed from his confused glare to a cocky smirk. It worried me and turned me on all at the same time. I handed him the ice bucket and he thanked me and turned to leave. Not wanting to cut this moment short I closed the door ever so slowly to watch this rugged man walk across the rocky sidewalk back to his apartment.

Before making it to his entrance, he turned around and asked me if I was doing anything. I of course said no and that I was just about to get up to go to work. "Ah," he replied, " I was going to see if you wanted to come sit and watch the game over here with us, but if you..." I inadvertently cut him off to accept and feared I came across to eager at his offer. I told him I’d put on some clothes and be right over.

About 5 minutes later I was knocking on his door so I could once again gawk at my rare treat. He walked me into his living room where he and his friend were sitting. His friend was much hotter then I had imagined but still no comparison to Mike. Turned out his friend's name was Kyle. He was 6'1" 205lbs.and had a build that looked like he was an aspiring weight lifter. I glanced down trying not to be too noticeable and saw he was wearing white and black Adidas tennis shoes with socks. Looked like I’d have to settle for watching just Mike's feet.

Mike plopped down on the sofa where he and Kyle were able to sprawl out to take up the whole thing. I guess Mike saw my apprehension about where to sit. "Oh, sorry buddy, I don't have any other chairs to offer you. Why don't you just sit down right here between us," he said patting the floor between them with that same coy smirk on his face that he had at my front door. Immediately I felt the mood change in the room. Trying to just brush it off I followed what he said and sat down and tried to catch up on the game.

About 10 minutes into my being there things were still pretty awkward feeling for me. Out of no where Kyle says, "Dude, its hot in here. You're air workin' bro?" as he kicks off his shoes which got my attention in a split second. Mike gets up to check the air and returns to his spot. To me the room felt cool; the tile touching my legs was almost cold. At this point I was getting very turned on. I had two extremely hot guys on either side of me, one of which I had fantasized about for months already both in either socks or barefoot. I wasn't sure my day could get any better.

Eventually half time came about 15 minutes later and I figured this was all going to come to an end since I had to get ready for work and I knew the "ice run" was nearing. I check my watch and I have about an hour before I need to leave for work. "I guess I need to get goin'. guys. I gotta' get ready for work soon," I said while getting up from my spot between their legs. About half way up I feel a hand on my shoulder that pushes me back down. I look over and see this evil grin come across Mike's face.

"You honestly think that you're going to get to leave that easy, bud?! I've seen you watching me walk to my car, walk to the trash can and everywhere else I go. And until today I didn't know why. Then I saw you gawking at my feet at the door and it all made sense. You're a faggot who's has been watching and waiting for me to be barefoot so you can get yourself off to it, right boy?"

I was speechless and embarrassed on top of completely turned on. I had no clue what to do. My first defense was to deny it. "You're crazy. Why the hell would I want a guy's feet?"

"Because you know exactly where you place in life is and it's my job to put you there." With that being said he raised his foot and push my face to the ground and said. "and here's my assistant. Take off his socks." Looking at Kyle's socked foot, I reached up to slide the wet sock off Kyle's feet while still being held down by Mike's sexy feet. "No, bitch, do it with your mouth."

I was in heaven!! Trying not to act too eager, I slowly grabbed the top of his ankle sock with my teeth and slid it over his massive heel. From this view both guy's feet looked massive! Kyle had to be at least a size 13 and smelled just as good as they looked. He must have come to Mike's apartment right after the gym because his socks were still moist and warm from being worked in. His toes were just as nice as Mike's and his feet were veiny from the blood rush of being confined in their shoes.

"Good boy. Now roll over and lay on your back. You're going to sit here and bathe our feet with your tongue. You're gonna lick in between each toe and make sure all the sweat and salt is cleaned off. You have 20min to have your tongue get our feet to smell like new." I stared blankly at Mike who I couldn't believe was saying this to me. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure I was awake until I heard, "Get to work, bitch!"

With that I started meticulously covering every inch of skin I could physically get my tongue across. Mike's soles were smooth and cold from being on the floor. It felt great sliding across my face. Sticking my nose between his big toe and the ball of his foot I could smell the same smell I got to experience the night I snuck out to smell his work shoes. "You better not being enjoying this faggot." I realized I had to start cleaning before he got upset. After 20 minutes of giving their feet a tongue bath was up, Mike told me to stand up and it wasn't until then that I noticed they each had pulled their cocks out while I was worshiping them and were rock hard. It was then too that I noticed I was just as hard, if not harder, then Mike and Kyle. I had been so busy with working their feet over I neglected to notice myself.

"You have one more job to do before we're done training you. Get down on your knees and work these two dicks over." Mike spread his legs open to give me access to the slab of meat sticking out of his fly so I started leaning down.

"I don't think so," Kyle said. "You got to use this bitch first last time. Suck this boy!" Kyle grabbed my head and forced my head down on what seemed like all 8.5 inches of his thick pole. I gagged taking a second to adjust. Still holding my hair he pumped my face up and down on his cock moaning louder and louder the whole time. "Yeah, suck that cock boy. You know you've done this before you little cocksucker." Looking up at him through my watery eyes I could see Kyle getting full pleasure out of using me. I could feel my cock start throbbing with each thrust of his hips into my face. Mike must have noticed because he reached his foot over to feel how hard I was. "You really enjoy this shit, don't you Cocksucker?" Mike said. Through a mouthful of cock I moaned a "mmhmmm!"

Getting worked up with no release for his 8 inch prick, Mike told Kyle it was his turn and pulled me over in between his legs. Slouching back more into the couch Mike grabbed me by the back of my neck and wasn't shy about pumping my mouth just as hard as Kyle.

While I was bobbing on his dick I could feel him rubbing my rock hard cock through my pants. It was begging to get out. I could tell Mike was getting close from the way his foot was putting more pressure on my dick and he was holding my hair on both sides of my head pumping it into his lap. Then I felt a wave go through the base of his cock and his legs tense mashing his bare foot into my crotch making me cum at the same time I felt his load unload against the back of my throat. There was such a connection for us at that moment.

He pumped my head a few more times to make sure I got every drop. I sat back in exhaustion trying to catch my breath when Kyle calls me over to him, "Get back over here son, you're not done yet. I still gotta' drown you with my load."

He pulls me over and starts humping my face again. I can feel my dick starting to stiffen back up as it slides through the puddle I just made in my pants. It didn't take long before Kyle let go of a load so big I thought I was going to suffocate if he didn't let me off his dick. "Swallow it all boy. I don't wanna see one drop come out those lips. mmmmm. Nice." He popped my head off his cock as he zipped up his pant and turned back to the TV saying, "Now go home, bitch, I don't hang out with cocksuckers!"

Still semi-hard I stood up and made my way to the door. I turned around and saw Mike following me out still tucking his cock away.

"I'm gonna have to have you over more often. Felt nice to have someone at my feet again."

Again? I looked up at him and a smile came across his rugged face.

Opening the door we both turned to go out as he said, "We just can't let Kyle know how much I enjoy it." I turned to look at him and to my surprise, he winked. I felt my insides jump and realized this could be the start of something phenomenal.

Running late as I was, I threw on my work clothes and went to work still sitting in my cum soaked underwear. It was a good reminder all night of what was to come...