« Back To Free Stories Archive
I was much younger, and baby sitting for neighborhood children. I was well-liked by parents and children alike and the job was bringing in good money. It was a cool job because I could put the children to bed and smell the man of the house's socks and shoes and sometimes even try them on. One night I was baby-sitting this very interesting little tyke, who loved her daddy a great deal. He was a construction worker, owner his own small company, and as result was seldom home. I had been a sitter to this house many times. And since Eddie, that's the father, was often not home I would get a few chances to smell his socks in the hamper of not yet laundered clothes and his shoes. I liked baby sitting for the Snead family, Eddie was a hot-looking guy and funny, even though he was very much a straight guy and paid no real attention to me. He treated me like a kid and I guess I was, but I wanted to be around him and get to enjoy his manly ways and his jokes. Lately, though, he had been staring at me, and once in a while patted my shoulder before leaving to go out with his wife, when he was home. Those annoying pats that are so condescending in connotation.
It was a open Saturday for me, nothing to do really and Mrs. Snead called saying Eddie was home and they would like to go out for a while. Eddie and his wife were known to party a lot and stayed out late when they did party. I gladly accepted, knowing I would get to catch a look at Eddie. When I got to the Snead's house I went to the back door. I liked using the back door because Eddie often left his boots by the kitchen door. Having seen no boots by the door I guessed he must have put them away since the baby sitter was coming over. I was met at the door by Mrs. Snead who was just finishing cleaning up in the kitchen. She said they were running a little late. Eddie got in late and was just now finishing his shower. I wondered what his body must look like in that shower with droplets of water all over it, he was a very well trimmed man in his clothes. Then I noticed that his tee shirt, jeans, work boots, and socks were on the laundry room floor, which was just off the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of my eye, as I was being briefed on the duties of my evening by Eddie's wife. The boots were 8in high tan and looked to be fairly new and awesome. The shirt had wet sweat stains on it he must have just taken it off a short while ago. Oh how I wanted to go over and hold it to my nose and breathe in that awesome man scent. Eddie came into the kitchen smiling at his wife and then as he looked me up and down, a sort of uncomfortable look. Then he said, as his wife went to finish getting ready, "There is a load of laundry in the washing machine. Would you put them in the dryer when they are finished."
Longing to see the boots up close I said, "Sure. But, can you show me the way your dryer works."
Eddie was wearing gray dress slacks and a white shirt and black sweater vest, with awesome regulation navy dress shoes and black, red and white argyle socks. I found myself starring at his feet. The sound of Eddie's voice broke my stare as he said, " Sure come with me."
I followed him into the laundry room. Good God he had a nice ass! I made sure to trip over the boots. Having done so I bent down to pick them up. Boot in hand and sock dangling out about to fall I got a slight whiff of the sock and the boot. The sock had a very strong odor of sweat, all day working feet and a hint of that new leather. The boots felt so strapping in my hand and the look was just too cool. I looked over at Eddie, who had a fixed gaze on me, and said, "Great boots. Are they new?"
Eddie with a big grin said, "Yeah, and really comfortable. You like them?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, we'll have to get you to work on my crew this summer and you can try them out." This comment struck me odd. Eddie never seemed to notice me, now he was offering me a job and his boots.
With a grin and a chuckle I replied, "Maybe!?" He gestured for me to come over to the dryer. He stood behind me and reached around my shoulders to show me how it worked. Eddie pressed up close to my back with his whole body. He was 5'11" and I was just reaching 5' 9 ". His groin hit smack on my ass. After showing me how it worked, he put his hands on my shoulders and continued to press into me. As he massaged my shoulders and said, "You show me now." I could feel his tool getting firm and mine was too. I showed him what he had just shown me and he gave me a firm squeeze on the shoulders and a press on the ass saying, "You got it, son"
Eddie's wife came down and into the kitchen. Eddie stepped back and over to bend down and tie his shoe, which did not need to be tied. Before he bent over, I caught a quick glimpse of his bulge it appeared be a good package. As he faked tying his shoe, he looked over at my groin which was just staring to return to normal and then he stared at my feet. He looked at my brown Weejun loafers and he said, " Nice loafers, you like them?"
"Yeah, sure do, very comfortable." I replied."Hey, maybe you could borrow them sometime."
Eddie smiled and winked saying, "I may take you up on that, Jeff." Eddie rarely called me by my name, I'm not sure he ever did, before then. Confused by this whole scene I looked at him, brushing this whole moment off and went to the front room and began coloring with Misty. He came into the room, with his wife beside him, and he kissed his little girl and gave my shoulder a squeeze saying, "Make yourself at home. We'll most likely be late, so if you get sleepy just crash on the sofa or in guest room." And they left, Eddie giving me a grin of a smile and a wink, as they left.
After about a half hour, I told Misty I had to put clothes in the dryer. She followed me. Now how was I going to smell the socks and boots and maybe even try out the feel on my feet, with her there? Oh, well maybe later. To my surprise, Misty picked up the boot and said "Daddy shoes. Jeff put on."
My heart pounding I said, "No, Misty, not now." She picked up the jeans and socks and said, "Jeff wear daddy clothes and hold me. Rock Misty to sleep." This was my chance. "Okay," I said to Misty, "But Misty go get a book for daddy Jeff to read to her." She toddled away and I took off my loafers and socks and pants, if I was going to play daddy then I might as well go the full nine yards. Grabbing the socks I slipped them on my feet, they were still damp with the day's sweat. I was in heaven. I picked up the jeans and out dropped Eddie's briefs. Looking at them I thought, 'What the hell,' and stripped mine off and slipped his on. They were damp with sweat and a touch of lizard dew left in the front. He must have used the bathroom just before taking them off because the scent of urine was still there and a faint dampness where he must have dribbled a bit. I adjusted my dick to fit in the same place as his lizard dew spot, my dick head where his had been - ummmm that felt nice! Then the jeans and the tee. I bucked the belt and grabbed the boots. Eddie wore 32-34 jeans, my waist was 30-31 so they fit just fine.
Carrying the boots into the front room I set them down and began to play, "Ooh! Daddy's boots stinky!" I said to Misty. This gave me the chance to smell and examine the boots. Misty giggled. And then for a while we played 'ooh stinky' with the socks, then the socks and boots. Then Misty said, "Daddy put on boots for Misty." Yes! I thought. This is just too cool! I looked at the boot and it was a size 10. I was wearing a 9 or 9.5 so I was sure they would be fine. Eddie wore thick work socks and so the boots felt great the warmness and the dampness of the socks and boots together was delightful. But the way those thick socks rubbed the inside of the boots made me tingle down below. The shirt was a little cold on my body from the more wet than dampness left in the tee shirt.
Misty climbed in my lap and said, "Poo, Daddy shirt stink!"
"Well, Misty Daddy Jeff worked hard today. He had lots of things to carry and build. Daddy will change and shower when Misty is asleep." A story; some rocking in the chair and Misty was out for the night. Having put her to bed, I went down to pick up the mess in the front room and then empty the dryer. Still in Eddie's clothes and feeling really good in them, I reached into the back pocket and found a list of names on a three by five card. All but two had been crossed out. 'Summer Help' was written at the top of the list of names. What was my name doing on here? He did mention to me about working this summer with his crew. Hmmm, maybe he was serious about the job! Maybe he was trying to make me more masculine and jock-like. I wasn't a faggot-acting guy but I wasn't a jock either. Going into the laundry room I passed my clothes on the floor. I thought I needed to change, but Eddie's clothes felt so good, I decided to just fold the clothes from the dryer and then change. As I stood in front of the dryer, I remembered Eddie behind me and got a nice erection thinking about his erection pushing against me. Enjoying the moment I folded the clothes, rubbing myself against the dryer front, feeling the awesomeness of his boots on my feet.
As I finished folding, I felt pre cum ooze from my dick. Oh god, what now? I had on Eddie's briefs! I decided to just leave them on and let them dry. I went into the front room, turned on the T. V., sat down and thought, "Eddie always has beer in the fridge. One can't hurt." So I got up and went to get a beer, on the counter beside the fridge was a half-smoked cigar. Eddie smoked cigars while at work. This must be his. Picking it up I placed it in my mouth. I had tried cigarettes; didn't much care for them. I started to put down the cigar and then thought, "What the hell, I'll just puff on the last of this while drinking a beer, while in Eddie's work clothes, then I can change back into my clothes."
I got a beer and drank it as I enjoyed (sort of) the cigar. Setting the empty beer bottle down and putting the cigar in the ash tray, I lay down on the sofa, to watch T.V.; I feel asleep - still in Eddie's clothes.
Eddie and his wife got home well after 2:30am. I heard the door being unlocked and sat up. Realizing I was still in Eddie's clothes, I panicked. My heart racing, I quickly lay back down and fell into a fake sleep. Eddie's wife was a drinker, often getting pretty drunk. She held true to fame and went straight upstairs to bed. Eddie came in and nudged me to wake me up. Pretending to wake up, dazed. I looked at Eddie standing there looking at me in his clothes. His blonde curly hair highlighted by the light from the TV and a grin on his face like I'd not really seen before - grin that seemed happy and mischievous at the same time. He spoke in a low deep toned voice with a hint of light hearted play about it, "Oh my. Did we have an accident and need to borrow Eddie's clothes?"
"Oh, no man," I replied in a nervous voice. "Misty wanted me to be daddy and wear these. I guess I feel asleep." There was a pause and an exchange of eye contact. "Well, I'll go change and be going."
"No rush, Jeff," announced Eddie. "You look good in my clothes, Jeff. You're not badly built. Not anything a summer in the construction business on my crew couldn't fix. Tone up that chest, Jeff. Give you some definition. Some pecs." He rubbed my tits while saying this and as it happened they became erect. "But hey Jeff, buddy, when you put on my clothes didn't the smell of the socks bother you, son? And that tee shirt - whew!" The entire time he talked he scratched his balls and from his zipper's new shape he was near a hard on. I starred at his groin. How did he know I had on the socks? And my God - if he knew I had on his underwear! Were they dry?
"Let me go get your clothes for you. Are they in the laundry room?" Eddie asked.
"I'll get them, it's ok," I interrupted. I got up and headed to the laundry room.
"Nice ass, Jeff." I heard Eddie's voice directly behind me.
"Thanks, yours too." (What the hell was I thinking, saying that?!)
Eddie said, "Thanks," with a big smile. I unlaced the boots and slipped them off. Eddie was leaning against the washing machine. I began to take of the tee shirt and saw Eddie bend down to pick up my clothes. I dropped the tee and took off the jeans. Eddie saw my body wearing his underwear and socks, and a slight bulge beginning to develop. He gave a sigh and said, "I do like to see a guy in socks and underwear, especially mine."
What was happening here? Getting a bit nervous, I was not sure I was ready for what might be ahead. I took off the socks and said "Can I have my underwear, please."
Eddie was smelling my socks, underwear and shoes as he spoke. "Nice. Almost sweet, sweaty smell. Not like mine. You like the smell of mine?"
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it much." I was lying, and I guess my face showed it, or maybe it was the bulge in his briefs, or my ass comment that gave me away.
"Well try to now. Untie my shoe and smell my feet and socks and shoes," Eddie ordered. I looked at him wanting to, but playing unsure about this. I shook my head a faint 'no.'
"Do it Jeff. Now!" Eddie ordered in a deeper voice. I did. I was in a world of delight - his socks and feet smelt so awesome. Sweat, sweet leather, and that wonderful slight foot odor!
I touched the inside of his shoes and looked up. "Interesting," I said.
"Jeff, take my socks off and suck my feet." There was a panting voice that came from Eddie's body. I did, but hesitated a little at first, then went to work. Eddie's moaning was quite audible while he was feeling the effects of my work and smelling my socks and underwear and rubbing my shoes inside his legs and over his groin. "Stop Jeff!" he cried out.
Oh no, was this it. Was Eddie going to call me a pervert and tell the entire neighborhood about what he and I had done, changing everything that had just happened to make himself look innocent? Then he said, "Take my pants off." As I unbuckled his pants he removed his shirt and vest and muscle tee. He had the most awesome set of arms and a set of pecs dotted with light brown hair. I stood up. He put my face to his chest, "Suck my tits, Jeff, while you slide down my briefs." As I looked up at him, he grabbed the sides of my face and gave me a forceful tongue kiss and said, "Come on, Jeff baby." There was a pleading sound to his voice. His mouth tasted of alcohol, cigarettes and a hint of mint. His tongue was firm, wet and warm - not to mention forceful. This was too sexy.
I began on the right tit then the left. Eddie's cock was getting hard fast. He instructed me to dress him in my clothes. I did and then he sensually dressed me in his garments. The socks were very sweaty and even wet, warm and smelled simply awesome. The shoes, those navy black dress shoes, hugged my feet warm and damp. His undershorts were wet with his pre cum and felt sensually warm to my throbbing tool. He looked at me and said, "Now we have at it, my sweet Jeff!" And so we did.
Later - I have no idea how long - Eddie was lying next to me on the laundry room floor, naked and covered in both of our cum. I saw mine dripping from his ass and his was dripping from mine. He got up, put on my briefs, took my socks, my shoes and said, "Get dressed. I'll take you home." I looked down at his feet, and he said, "I told you I may take you up on the shoe offer, mind if I wear them to church tomorrow?" I smiled and put on my clothes with his briefs, socks and shoes. As we started to leave, Eddie stopped, grabbed my chin in his strong hand and gave me a big wet tongue kiss and said, "Wait right here." He returned with his jeans, tee, work socks, briefs and an old pair of boots. "You're gonna need these this summer. I'll finish breaking in my new boots and pass them down to you."
I learned lots that summer, baby sat with Misty a lot, and filled that tee shirt by summer's end with a set of pecs to smile upon. I saw Eddie about a year or so ago when I was home from college on spring break. He looked at me and shook my hand with a big squeeze. He looked down at my lace-up roper cowboy boots, smiled real big and said, "Damn nice boots. Mind if I borrow them sometime."
I returned the smile and said, "Not at all. How about this weekend? Fishing at the lake house. And, hey, Eddie - I am looking for a summer job."
"No, problem Jeff," he said. "We'll talk this weekend!"
