After a long year of classes I went back to my parents home to spend the summer before starting my second year in college. After a couple of days of getting back my dad suggested I ask our neighbor, Mr. Wayne, if I can help him out with his house renovation to make a few bucks.
Mr. Wayne is a carpenter and he's been our neighbor for as long as I remember. His kids were slightly older than me and now they all moved out. I wasn't so excited about doing all of this physical work but I could really use some cash.
Next morning I went to his house. He opened the door shirtless, and for a man in his fifties he looked really good.
"Been a while since I've seen you. You left for college, no?"
"I did. I'm here for the summer. I was wondering if could do some work for you to help you with your home renovation for a few bucks."
"Whatever I'm told to. At least try my best to."
"Good! Start by mowing the lawn then. Mower is in the shed."
He closed the door before I could respond. I mowed the lawn for over an hour and made sure I did a good job. I knocked the door again.
"Come help me on the garage then."
I followed him to his garage where he had tons of boxes laing around. He had me move a few of them around and throw some out. We ended up working for a few hours and I was getting incredibly tired.
He then laid down on a huge box and took his shoes off. His feet were big and sweaty. He called to me, took out some cash out of his wallet and gave them to me.
But before I left I wanted to try my luck.
"Are you feeling okay sir?"
"Yeah I'm good. My feet just hurt a bit. Been working for a couple of months on this."
"I can offer you a foot rub. There's still a lot of work to be done but you can use a message."
"Go get the lotion from the bathroom and get to work."
I rushed to get the lotion and I came back to his socks off and his manly feet waiting for me. He started to reads a magazine while I rubbed his feet.
Since he doesn't see my face I start to sniff his feet. They were a bit musky and I enjoyed every second of it. He then realized what i was doing and put the magazine down.
"I know. You've always been a little pervert. I remember. Lick them."
I started to lick them and they tasted just like expected. They were a bit ruff but had a strong woody taste.
He then starts recording with his phone.
"Yeah you foot fag. You wanna be my good little foot worshiper?"
He then grabs the socks had on all day and threw them at me.
"Put them back on you pervert. Don't stop sniffing and licking."
He stopped recording after and got back to reading.
I worship his socked feet for almost 2 hours. His socks got soaked in my saliva and his musk filled my nostrils.
"Go get lost now. Tomorrow same time. Leave the cash I gave you here as well, your getting paid in another way foot fag."
I left the cash and went back home. And while I won't be making money, I'll be living my dream and worshipping the feet of a strong man.
(Story suggestion by: @malefeetlover2323)