Charlie's Cuban Feet

Leaving the small town where I grew up, and moving to the big apple was the best decision I could have ever made.  When you grow up in a small town it's hard to be yourself when it seems like no one else around you shares the same feelings.  That's how I felt at a very young age, knowing I was gay, but there would be no way in hell that I would tell anyone that for fear of my life.  It wasn't like I was the jock or the popular guy, I was a good looking guy, and never had a problem asking girls out, or having some of the sweetest girlfriends throughout high school.  However it was always their older brothers or fathers that I fantasized about when I be would fucking these girls.

I remember one time I was at my girlfriend Jennifer's house, we were watching television when her older brother, David came home from soccer practice, soaking wet with sweat and musk. His scent was so strong as he walked past us into the bathroom for a shower, and as soon as he was done I made an excuse to use the bathroom in hopes that his musky underwear and socks would be in there.

The bathroom was steamy and his scent was fading with the fresh scent of soap. There was one of David's smelly soccer socks hanging out of the hamper so I was sure his jock would be in there too. David was a thick manly kind of guy, 6'3" 250 pounds of meaty muscle, so I was surprised that it wasn't a jock, it was a silky red thong. The entire thong was wet from David's sweaty ass and balls, the scent on that string that was riding up his ass throughout his soccer practice was so ripe and musky, a slight tan spot on the part that rode up his taint. I was so horny for musky men at such a young age, it was almost impossible to control these urges, and I ended up stealing David's musky thong from the hamper that day.

Now I was in New York City, moving into a tiny studio apartment in the West Village. I was going to start my new job in the luxury world selling shoes, and what better place than Manhattan. It was orientation and there were six of us sitting at the oval table in the boardroom on the 34th floor of the Empire State Building. That's when I first met Charles, which he told me that he liked to be called Charlie. He was an alpha stud if I ever saw one, shaved head, goatee, and a solid frame, Charlie was a little shorter, he stood at 5'8" next to my 5'11", but he was stacked like a brick house, even under the suit he was wearing, most his muscles were being defined every time he moved.

Charlie didn't speak much during the three days of orientation, and came across as kinda cocky, which was always a turn on and challenge for me. At the time I was so excited about starting a new job and making some money that I didn't pay much attention to Charlie, however Charlie noticed how all the girls at work were paying more attention to me, and not him.

I was getting into a routine with work, and my new love for the city, though I wasn't comfortable enough to come out and let anyone know I was interested in men, taking the label of bi-sexual most my adulthood life has had some benefits. Now that I was in this big city, and the site of so many gay men in all different forms of style, work, and race, I was finding myself strictly attracted to men. Don't get me wrong, the women in Manhattan are amazing and beautiful, and that was the part of retail that Charlie liked.

We sold women's luxury shoes together on the 5th floor of a major department store, within the first week I realized that Charlie had a very strong odor, and every time I smelt it I would become so aroused it was hard not to stain my pants with precum. There was a small break room with lockers for the employees, and Charlie's locker was right above mine, this is what brought us closer and a friendship started forming.

I noticed Charlie had somewhat of a routine as well, when we had the early shift, Charlie would come from the gym and get ready at work where he would keep his suit in his locker, along with his OTC socks and dress shoes, the scent was becoming stronger every day, and I was loving it more and more. Charlie was of the Cuban descent, those men have strong odors, and he lived in Queens his whole life, this made him look like one of those tough guys, covered in tattoos with a solid frame and a shiny shaved head.

"Hey man, wanna grab a drink after work?" Charlie asked me during our closing shift together. He had a very sexy low voice, and there was something kind of rascal like about him, this would be our first time hanging out with each other and it was making my heart race.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I tried responding with my straight tone voice, inside I felt like a schoolgirl going on her first date with the bad boy.

"Cool man, I know a great spot around the corner from here." Charlie said with a firm nod, he had such a machismo way of caring himself, the testosterone was so strong with Charlie and I couldn't help my feelings that started to grow for this Cuban Man.

After our shift was over I waited for Charlie in the break room, hoping he would be changing into his street clothes and out of his suit. The break room was empty when Charlie showed up, walking into the break room and unloosening his tie. I always came to work dressed and ready so I would be going out in my suit, minus the jacket and tie, allowing for some of my best assets to show.

"You ready for that drink bro?" Charlie said as he pulled his tie off and removed his jacket, he had on a light blue dress shirt and the sweat under his armpits was forming a nice wet spot, filling the air with his Cuban odor.

"I sure am." I replied to Charlie, he turned his broad back to me and began to undress, giving me the best view of his back side. Everything about a man's body turned me on, especially a strong back, nice ass, and muscled legs.

Charlie's skin is so smooth and creamy white, the perfect contrast to all the different colored tattoos he had covering his muscles.

"Wow man, those are some awesome tats you got." I mentioned, when Charlie bent over to untie his shoes. Wow, Charlie has such a chunky butt, his dress pants were trying to hold it all in, his jacket covered his meaty ass all day, and his street clothes were always too baggy to notice.

"Thanks man, it's an obsession now." Charlie said, kicking off his shoes, adding another layer of his man scent to the break room.

There was Charlie in his dress slacks, and dress socks hanging up his shirt and jacket inside his locker. I thought for sure he was going to take his clothes and finish dressing in the bathroom that was also in the break room. To my surprise, Charlie began to unfasten his black belt, and unzip his pants, my heart started racing with the thought of seeing Charlie in his underwear. His back was still facing me so I got to watch as Charlie stepped out of his slacks, his meaty ass was swallowing his black boxer briefs, that just showed a little of his hairless butt cheek hanging out. I knew Charlie perspires a lot, and the wet marks on his ass crack through his boxer briefs was obvious, this added yet another layer to his Cuban scent that was filling the break room.

My mind went to fantasy mode, and I just pictured myself pulling Charlie's musky boxer briefs down, diving nose first into his meaty ass licking him clean.  Most straight men that I've had the chance to play around with were always strong scented when it came to their ass's, and I fucking loved it.

Most of Charlie's thighs were covered with tattoos, I wondered if he had them on his chunky ass too?

I watched Charlie hang up his slacks while enjoying his intoxicating odor that was filled the locker room, a musky leather scent with a hint of cumin spice and vinegar, it was better than any poppers I had ever sniffed. It was cute watching Charlie pull his underwear out of his sweaty ass crack, I would do anything to get a whiff of that. Next Charlie removed his black nylon, OTC (over the calf) socks, revealing more tattoos on his muscular legs. Where you could see Charlie's skin, which wasn't much, his body was covered with tattoos but beneath there was this creamy smooth white skin, I was sure he shaved or waxed his entire body except for his jet black goatee.

Then I got a peek at his feet, holy shit, Charlie had the most beautiful big feet I had ever seen on a man, and for his height those feet had to be at least a size 12. Charlie must get his feet professionally taken care of, each toe nail was perfectly groomed, his second toe just slightly longer than his big toe which always turned me on especially with thick manly feet like Charlie's. The scent of wet leather, vinegar nylon, and sweat filled my nostrils, as Charlie's big man feet were taking in the fresh cool air while he sat his meaty ass on a chair and began to put on his loose fitting pants.

I could feel my cock dripping in my underwear.

"You're awfully quiet." Charlie said as he grabbed his sneakers and slipped them on without putting any socks on, he then stood and slipped on his shirt.

I came up with a quick lie, "I was just looking at some emails on my phone." I told Charlie. I didn't want him to know I was fantasizing about licking every sweaty inch of his body, starting with those big beautiful Cuban feet.

Knowing how rank Charlie's feet already smelt from work and now going into his sneakers with no socks, that scent was going to be so strong once those sneakers came off, that's all I could think about.

"Let's get out of here." Charlie said with a low voice as he swung his leather bag over his strong shoulders.

It was a dive bar around the corner from work, nothing luxurious about the place compared to the place of work where we were coming from. This was exactly the place I would picture someone like Charlie hanging out. It was dark, and it almost had a leather S&M vibe to it, the scent of beer and sweat filled the air, and the girls in the place looked like hookers.

Charlie knew the bartender and for the rest of the night we were taken care of, shots of whiskey and draft beer just kept coming and coming, making the two of us very intoxicated, very fast. It was nice having Charlie open up with me, it was my first real friend in the city, and he was straight, I loved having straight men around me, especially the ones that are comfortable in their own sexuality to be around gay men. I hadn't gotten that far with Charlie yet, the discussion of our sexuality hadn't come up yet, however with the amount of alcohol we were consuming it was only a matter of minutes now.

Charlie began talking about the girls at work, the ones he thought were attractive and he wanted to fuck, listening to the way he described himself was turning me on now. Charlie then let me in on his secret of having a foot fetish, and how he would get erect and sometimes even orgasm while he was helping an attractive woman with nice feet. Now I knew Charlie and I had something in common, I just preferred them to be men's feet.

"There is something sexy about someone's feet, when they are well kept and look good." I chimed in on Charlie's foot fetish stories when he caught me off guard, which was probably the alcohol talking.

"Someone's feet, you like guys don't you?" Charlie said looking me straight in the eye.
For a second I got scared that this muscle alpha, Cuban from Queens was going to kick my ass for being gay.

"I like both guys, and girls." I said after clearing my throat, nervous for the response I was going to get from Charlie. He then smiled at me.

"Then you would love my feet man, they are sexy and I am not afraid to get a pedicure to keep them looking pretty, dude." Charlie said as he finished his beer then let out a manly belch.

Charlie stood up from the bar stool, his balance was altered from the intoxication of alcohol. He looked down at his feet then he looked at me with the cutest drunk smile I had ever seen. "You want my feet, don't you." Charlie said with his sexy smile that was intoxicating me now.

"Fuck you." I replied, trying to play it off, if Charlie only knew what I wanted to do with his feet. I wanted to make love to Charlie's Cuban feet if that was possible, sucking his big smelly feet, now knowing that he took care of them made me want to taste them even more now.

"Size twelve buddy, and always ripe." Charlie smirked as he lifted one of his legs and pointed his sneaker foot at me.

"I'm not playing with your feet dude." I said firmly.

"What size are your feet?" Charlie asked as he began to look me up and down with a lustful eye.

"Size ten." I replied.

Charlie winked at me then grabbed his cock and balls with one hand and tugged on them while saying "You know what they say about big feet."

I couldn't help stare at the bulge in Charlie's hand from his cock and balls, more than a handful for sure. Charlie was hung like a horse and thick as a beer can, I knew he was bigger than me. It was turning me on to have the shorter alpha stud be packing so much in his shorts along with that chunky ass, he was turning into the stud of my dreams right before my eyes and I was falling for him.

This became our routine for a while when we had closing shifts at work together, and I loved every minute of it, to the point I made sure my schedule always reflected Charlie's schedule. It's funny how the alcohol always loosened Charlie up and he would tell me more stories of his fantasies and sexcapades with many women in Manhattan, especially the wealthy ladies on the upper east side.

"So what are you saying man, you're a gigolo to these women?" I asked Charlie, point blank.

"More like an escort." Charlie responded.

"You get paid?"

"Yes."

"Wow man, that's really hot." I said feeling my cock start to throb in my tight briefs.

Once Charlie knew I was okay with him being an escort it took our friendship to another level. We decided that grabbing drinks and hanging out in my studio apartment would save us some money, so this became the new routine for us. What I really loved about this routine was having Charlie's man scent in my studio apartment, it would linger long after he would leave and I would masturbate every time, dreaming of Charlie naked, making me worship his Cuban feet.

After Charlie and I worked a crazy double shift together, we grabbed some beer and headed to my apartment.

"Fuck it's hot out tonight." Charlie huffed as he lifted his shirt off in an aggressive manner, exposing his bare chest and tattoo's as we walked down the street towards my apartment together. Charlie enjoyed the glances that he got from both men and women as he strutted with his shirt off down the street.  I was walking with such an alpha stud I loved it.

When we got to my apartment I blasted the air conditioning and admired the view of Charlie's backside as he stood in front of the cooling vent and let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Ahhhh man, this feels so good." Charlie said with his low voice.

The air that was hitting Charlie's sweaty body was filling my studio apartment with his strong manly odor, and I loved seeing Charlie with just his baggy shorts, revealing heather gray Calvin Klien's, and his dirty sneakers on with no socks. You could see the sweat damping Charlie's Calvin's on his ass crack, all I wanted to do was lick his manhole a savor that odor.

We drank the beer we bought from the store and did a couple of shots of whiskey that I had at my apartment, all this with a double shift and the heat made Charlie extremely exhausted. I used that for the perfect opportunity to have Charlie stay over, and with my apartment layout, he would have to sleep in my bed with me, or on the hardwood floor.

"I'm fucking exhausted." Charlie said as he sprawled himself on my bed, exposing his musky armpits that were also shaved smooth, confirming to me that his entire body is shaved. The thought of muscle men, and alpha studs like Charlie, shaving their entire body in the shower always fascinated me, I would picture them in the most provocative and ladylike poses, getting every inch of hair off their muscled bodies.

"You want to crash here tonight?" I asked timidly.

"Man, I am not sleeping on your hardwood floors." Charlie replied as he rubbed his stomach.

"Well neither am I, you could share the bed with me?"

"Dude, I told you I'm not gay." Charlie said as he sat up and stared me up and down really hard, it almost scared me for a second. That Cuban machismo attitude, along with that manly scent, I wanted Charlie so bad but I had to play it cool if I was going to get him to stay the night with me, and sleep in the same bed.

"No one said you were, I'm just offering you a cool place to crash." I said with as much confidence as I could conjure up.

"My air conditioning is fucked up right now, my place is probably an oven." Charlie thought of his place and the heat.

"So stay here." I said as I took off my shirt, feeling a little more confident knowing that I held the keys in this situation. A hot apartment vs. a nice air condition apartment in New York City, I knew Charlie would be staying over for sure. I strolled past Charlie and I saw his eyes check out my torso, it was the first time Charlie was seeing me without a shirt. I could tell Charlie's machismo manor was making him blush when he stared at me, and I was eating it up, my body is fit as fuck, I just don't show it off, however the surprise on people's face when they see me naked always makes me happy.

"You're not going to try anything while I'm sleeping, I've heard of those stories before." Charlie said very cocky, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

I laughed the comment off, then lied through my teeth, "Fuck you dude, besides, you're not my type."

The comment pissed Charlie off, and that's exactly what I wanted. Charlie quickly stood up defensively and almost shouted at me.

"Not your type? Fuck you man, I'M everyone's TYPE! All this, two hundred pounds of solid Cuban muscle from Queens!" Charlie began to beat on his chest like Tarzan which made me giggle. Charlie was showing off his muscles with different flexing poses, and I was enjoying this vision before my eyes but I continued to giggle. "What are you laughing at PUNK?" Charlie asked me firmly.

"YOU!" I replied when Charlie suddenly tackled me on the bed, straddling me with my arms at my side, his chunky ass planted on my crotch.

Charlie used his Cuban man from Queens accent, and started talking rough with me.

"You fucking laughing at me punk? HUH? YOU THINK I'M FUCKING FUNNY?"

I continued to laugh at Charlie and at one point he almost started laughing too, Charlie managed to stay in character and I had to go along with it or I was going to pee my pants, especially when I felt Charlie's man ass wiggle on my crotch. He looked so fucking sexy straddling me down on my own bed, his musky Cuban scent filling every space in my apartment. Each time I used my hips to thrust forward, trying to get Charlie off of me, he would push his man ass on my crotch, this started a slight bucking motion between the two of us. When I saw Charlie lick his lips during this motion, my cock sprang to life and became rock hard instantly, and I know Charlie could feel it, however he pushed his ass against my cock a couple more times when he must have realized he was starting to lose control himself.

"Oh FUCK!" Charlie said when he jumped off of me in a swift movement, I could tell he was blushing and feeling pretty good about what he had just done to me. "You were getting hard underneath man, I could feel it, and that's not happening." Charlie smiled at me and that was a sign of relief, he wasn't going to beat my ass for grinding on his ass.

I played along with it. "What the fuck do you expect dude, I'm drunk and you're bouncing your ass on my dick."

"The fuck I was, you just want a piece of Charlie's ass don't you." Charlie said with his cocky Queens accent, turning around taking a full handful of his ass cheek and squeezing it in front of me.

"Fuck you." I laughed at Charlie as I sat up on the bed, his ass right in front of my face now and he was still squeezing it.

Charlie looked over his shoulder right into my eyes and smacked his own ass, causing shock waves with all that meat. "It's a meaty ass." Charlie said with such confidence, and he was right, it was probably one of the meatiest ass's I had ever seen and I was praying that tonight I would get to see Charlie completely naked in my bed..........

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