by Michael
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Working in a photo lab of all women is not the ideal job for a 20 year old homosexual. Sure I had made friends there, and they all new I was gay. We talked a lot and even would check out guys when on break, heck we did it all the time. I was okay with my job and the friends I had, but just once I would like to have a coworker who was a MAN. That would make coming to work much more enjoyable.
Eventually, I got my wish. It was the holiday season, and my boss hired some extra help for my department, and lo and behold . . . he was a guy!! He was pretty cute too. His name was Josh. He was a preppy type guy, casual dress, not intimidating by any means, but very cute. He was about 20 years old (we were the same age) 5'10, average build, very blue eyes, and a great smile. He had a cunning grin and a carefree attitude . . . he looked like the type for a desk job that only required telling people what to do, and looking pretty . . . he was good at both. He also had great slim calves with great looking feet. Hey, I couldn't resist checking him out!
We quickly became friends. I'm the type of person who has to get a long with everyone or work is miserable, and since he was so cute I wanted it to go further than friends. Now Josh new I was gay and didn't care. We joked all the time. Unfortunately Josh had a girl friend and I was very sure that he was straight, although I kept trying to convince him other wise. Josh was head over heels (excuse the pun) for his girl friend away at school. He talked about her a lot and I just kind a listened, as if I cared. Usually I just looked at his feet dangling from the counter he sat on when it was slow in the department.
Any time he would mention if the two of them had a fight I would just casually mention he needed to dump the bitch and get himself a man. He used to love to brag about making out with his girl, he did it to make me jealous. He was accomplishing his task I must say. To get him back, I would tease him about his feet. Josh had a size nine shoe (I prefer average feet), and I laughed and teased him no REAL woman would go for a guy with freakishly small feet. I figured if I teased him enough, I could get him to show his feet to me. My trick eventually paid off. Just to prove his point, every now and then he would take his shoes off and show me his feet to prove they were normal size.
I secretly drooled inside thinking of those feet only inches away from me. Well, time went on and the only "fun" I had with the straight preppy guy was the few times I got him to take off his shoes. One night we were both in charge of closing the department that night. Our department was located in the front of the store in a section all to its own, walled off on either side out of the public view. Josh was telling me how depressed he was about not seeing his girl friend for so long. He was on the rebound for not "gettin any" for so long. I just grinned at him, and he knew what I was thinking. He just looked at me and said . . . .
"You know, if only you were a . . . aww never mind."
YES he was right where I wanted him. He was complaining all night that his feet were sore from going to school all day, and working all night. We had been busy ALL day and the work was getting to both of us. Running around all day on your feet really makes you tired. I offered to rub Josh's feet for him, but he passed and went about his work. Damn, I was so close!.
As the night progressed, his feet were really starting to hurt, and my little martyr never let me forget the fact. Finally I told him that after we punched out we would both come back to the department, go into the back room (shut the door of course) and I would rub his feet. "It won't be anything sexual" I told him, "just helping a friend". Well, I was helping a friend but of course I was getting more out of it than he was.
He surprisingly agreed.
We clocked out promptly at eleven as normal and proceeded to the back room of our closed department undetected (or unnoticed) by other workers in the store. I had a chair back there, and told him to take a seat. He sat down and said "This is crazy, I can't believe I'm letting you do this"
"Relax" I said "I've done this for friends before".
"I don't have to pay you for this do I??"
"Naw.. this ones a freebie!" This was my chance. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I finally had the opportunity to TOUCH the feet of this hot guy that I have been pining over for a month. I reached for his tired worn loafers, and slowly pulled them off. I could smell his sweet foot sweat radiating from his tired feet.
"They're gonna smell!" he remarked, and I explained to him that it didn't bother me one bit. I grabbed for the socks, and started to rub.
"It's better with the socks off you know", and he just nodded his head giving permission . . . at this point he was so tired I really don't think he cared. He was wearing those white crew socks that end just above the ankle. They were tight and hugged his foot snugly. You could see his high arches and the outline of his perfect feet through the socks. As I pulled the cloth from his flesh, you could feel his body heat radiate from his foot. He let out a small groan, his feet were being released from their bondage.
I began the foot massage for him as promised . . . .loving every minute of it, and it appeared he did too. My fingers caressed ever square inch of his feet, squeezing and rubbing it with just the right amount of strength. He just sat there arched back on his arms leaning on the manager's desk. He was sweating a bit from all the work we did that night, and his black hair was all out of place. After about twenty minutes of it, his feet felt much better, and to a point, so did I.
"Man, thanks a lot. I really owe you one . . . that was GREAT. Is there anything I could do for you??"
"No, that's OK, I enjoyed it". Little did I know just how much I enjoyed it. I could see Josh staring at me with a smirk, and as I looked down I realized just how apparent my enjoyment was.
"I can tell." he said with a grin.
"Well" I said "shit happens . . . ".
He laughed and I just sat there at his feet a minute. "I really do appreciate it . . . if there is anything you want, just ask."
"No, really that's OK".
Just then he raised his foot in front of my face. "No really ANYTHING!"
I just sat there with my mouth open. I must have been dreaming.
"Go ahead" he motioned his hand towards his foot. "I know you want to . . . go a head you deserve it!"
I slowly grasped his foot in my hand, savoring every minute of contact. I looked back . . . "Are you sure?".
His answer was simple and to the point . . . .he pushed his foot right into my face . . . .I could taste the sweat from his tired soles, and the sensation was accented by the odor only a man's feet can make. It made my mouth water more than a hungry dog who had just been handed a sirloin steak. The access saliva proved to be useful for a well deserved tongue bath for Josh. I kissed and licked every square inch of that boy's feet that night, and it didn't bother him a bit. I think he enjoyed the idea of me being under his feet . . . the very ones I made fun of.
He seemed to enjoy the power he had, as well as the feel of the worship. I sat on the cold concrete floor with my mouth open and tongue out as he slowly dragged each foot up and down my eager tongue . . . .he seemed to especially enjoy forcing my tongue between his toes. I can't tell you how long we were back there. I was exhausted, and Josh was completely relaxed. I put his socks back on, and then the tired old loafers he wore.
He hopped off the chair, and just as if I was a dog, patted me on the head with a simple, "Thanks".
As he opened the door to leave, he turned back to me with a smirk, his shadowy body silhouetted against the blackness of the closed department and said "You know something, you were right . . . .I did need a man after all." -- then turn again and strolled out.
From that night on every time Josh and I worked alone he would tell me how bad his feet hurt him, and I of course could not let him suffer. After our shifts I would relax him for a while, then myself. I never looked forward to going to work more in my life!!