"Sweaty Summer Feet" It has been another long summer day. I..

"Sweaty Summer Feet" It has been another long summer day. I've spent all day in a hot warehouse busting my ass to come home to a cold beer, my dog, and you--the three things I could never live without. Taking my usual place on the couch, my German Shepherd mix hops up next to me and we exchange kisses. "Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? That's my baby, yes!" You walk in from behind the couch, holding out a cold can of Pabst. "She was howling all afternoon when that storm came through." "Were you scared? Hm? Who was scared?" The dog looks up at me with her tongue out and barks once. I take the can from your hand and crack it open. "Thanks, babe, you always have me sorted out." "It doesn't take much to sort you out now, does it?" You ask cheekily, shifting your hips back and forth slowly so I get a good look at your ass. "Was there anything else you wanted before I go back into the kitchen?" "Hmm," I raise my eyebrow and look you over from head to toe. "Maybe, there's one thing..." I look up into your eyes and purse my lips immaturely."Would you rub my feet?" You roll your eyes and shift your weight from one hip to the other. "I have to get dinner goin'." I suck my teeth and pout. "You asked--" You smile and look into my eyes, my baby face framed by my beard. "Oh, all right." You stick your tongue out and get on your knees by the couch, now at eye-level with the dog. She looks at you curiously and cocks her head. I put one hand on her shoulders and lean back into the couch cushions. I push my legs out, my stained work jeans still on. Below the ankle cuffs sit two large bear paws--sitting in a pair of crew cut Gold Toe grey socks and a black pair of work shoes. I tap my shoes together twice and relax, watching as you reach down and untie them. "I'm so lucky to have you, babe." "Are you talking to me or the dog?" You pull my left shoe off, releasing the musk from the day's sweat. It curls up and into your nostrils, causing them to flare. You take in a deep breath, slowly, removing the other shoe and placing them next to each other beneath my legs. "You, of course. Sophia just hides my socks, you're the one who takes them off my feet after a long day." You take hold of the left sock and peel it up and off my foot. You can see the outline of the sock's cuff on my ankle. My skin feels moist and warm, saturated with sweat. With my sock off you watch me wiggle my toes. You look at my unkempt toenails, haphazardly trimmed a while ago, and shake your head. I never let you give me pedicures. As you take the second sock off the odor from my feet becomes more intense. It doesn't stink, you just pick up the intensity of my testosterone that's been beading out with my sweat all day long. The smell of my masculinity curls up your nasal passages and stimulates a primordial response in you--your heart begins to beat faster as your hands take hold of my feet and you give them a mighty squeeze. "Ahh, fuck--" I moan and tilt my head toward the ceiling. "You didn't sit down during your lunch break, did you?" "Nah, we were too busy." I bend my toes inward and crack the bones in my feet as you begin to massage them. "Gotta take care of yourself," You lick your lips as both hands focus on my left foot. You start at the top and gently squeeze both sides as you go downward. When you reach the ankle you press both thumbs into the sole of my foot. You feel the thick calloused skin start to get warmer as you stimulate the capillaries to open. Your hands shift to the right foot as you repeat the procedure, listening to me moan in approval. "Feels so good boy, just what I needed." "I can tell, you're very stiff today." I snort and smile. "That's not the only thing that's getting stiff today..." You look up as I cup the bulge in my jeans, looking down into your eyes I smile knowingly and shake it for you. "Mmm," You moan and lean down, licking the bottom of my big toes as you push my feet together. "Go on now, suck on them toes. Get them deep now. Make them nice and wet for me." "Whatever you say, Daddy!" You put both big toes in your mouth simultaneously while your hands keep working my ankles. You suckle on my toes one at a time, going from left to right across my feet. My crooked pinky toes barely move in response, while the others wiggle and tease your tongue. "Fuck, that feels good..." The pressure from your strong hands and the delicacy of your tongue send waves of pleasure coursing up my legs. I can feel my cock throbbing in response as the pressure rolls up my legs and into my groin. You look up with wide eyes while you suck on my big toes, going up and down on them as if you're giving me head. I groan and smile, bumping Sophia with my arm until she jumps down onto the floor and walks into the other room. You take your mouth off of my toes and bring your hands up to the tops of my feet while I undo the zipper to my jeans and take out my hard cock. "Babe, I think I got one more thing for you to take care of before you start dinner--"