A few months back, Craig lived in Ravens Court Park in London, with his partner of 6 years, Daniel.
Daniel was a Consultant in Cardiology at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, 10 years Craig’s senior.
They lived a comfortable life together, as Dan’s salary was over ten times Craig’s.
Nights out at the theatre and decadent, boring dinner parties were a regular occurrence, though they were with Dan’s friends or colleagues.
All doctors, and Craig always felt just a bit excluded. They were all connected to the Hospital, and all had been to University.
Life was good except Craig wasn’t a city guy. He still missed the rugged coastline of Cornwall where he was from.
Craig also missed sex, as it had been so long he couldn’t remember the last time they had fucked or had oral. It used to be regular and hot.
It was six years ago, when Dan was on Holiday in Zennor with his partner, that Craig was the gardener at the holiday cottage, and he and Dan started an affair.
Dan swept him off his feet and wined and dined him. Lavish 5 star hotels, City breaks in Rome and Paris.
Dan was very tall, sophisticated, intelligent, and handsome.
Craig was rough around the edges, had a beard, was handsome and 5ft9.
Fit through gardening but hated gyms, unlike Dan, who went every day, even on holiday!
Dan was well groomed, and Craig did find that attractive at first.
Within months, Alistair was booted out, and Craig was quickly moved in
Then one evening in their favourite Italian restaurant, Dan announced that he needed space and time to think about where his life was going, and that didn’t include Craig.
Craig got up and left the restaurant, which was the most dignified reaction he could think of. He walked home instead of getting a cab. When he got back to the Victorian townhouse, he slept in the spare room.
He felt hurt but strangely relieved. He craved the Cornish way of life, and he craved cock and all of his kinks he’d shut away 7 years ago.
Craig had a month to find a new place to live, and with London rents being colossal and only working in retail, he decided to leave his Job as a manager at EE Mobile and leave London for good.
After 6 years in London and with no friends, just some workmates, Craig knew he would not miss the dirty streets, beggars and everyone trying to rip you off. The dirty air, the smelly and overcrowded tube and the never-ending tourists.
So when Daniel was at the Gym On Friday night, Craig packed as many clothes and his laptop into his rucksack and left the house with a small note on the table saying "Go fuck yourself you pretentious twat."
Craig had given in his notice of 28 days but never went back to his job at EE on Oxford Street.
Instead, he stayed at a hotel for the night and caught a coach to Bristol, then meant to catch a train to Penzance.
He missed the train by 15 minutes, so he stayed in a Travelodge. Adjoining the hotel was a budget restaurant.
Craig was at the bar when a 6ft shaved-head guy wearing Jeans and T Shirt asked if he had the time, as his mobile had died.
Its 8:15 Pal
Fancy a smoke? the guy asked.
It had been 7 years since Craig had smoked, but he thought, why not.
They got chatting. Turns out Mike was an HGV driver and had stopped for dinner and a sleep, then on his way. He (Mike) had driven down from Liverpool, then on to Cornwall.
Craig puffed on the cigarette as though he’d never given up
They had a beer in the bar and sat down to dinner together.
For once Craig felt he was amongst his own and fancied Mike. Masculine, in Jeans and boots, smelled of a hard day’s work.
Mike was married with two little ones, but the marriage had turned sour, and that’s why he now was a long-distance lorry driver for a supermarket, and was away from home most of the time.
After another few beers, they went outside for another cigarette.
Craig was fantasising about Mike'ssocks in those boots. It must have been well over 8 years since the last time he got off smelling a guy’s pair of sweaty socked feet.
Mike asked Craig if he wanted a toke on a joint in his cab. Craig’s dick started to throb.
“Sure, that would be great, buddy”, replied Craig.
They got to his truck, and Craig could believe the sheer size of it. He climbed up into the cab, and Mike patted the small bed behind the seats.
He got out his weed tin with a few small joints, pre rolled and lit one.
He lay back on the bed with his head on his pillow I lay at the other end, top to tail, and it was cramped but very cosy.
Do you mind taking your trainers off, Craig? Sure, I replied. I kicked them off and reached over to get them.
The strong smell of weed soon filled the cab.
“Mind taking off my boots, Craig, while you're down there? Feet are killing me.”
Fuck, I thought. Here is my chance. I untied his laces and slid one off. He was wearing thin black cotton socks. They were shiny underneath with sweat, and the horny aroma hit my nose straight away.
I was like a moth to a flame. Without thinking, “Fancy a foot massage, Mike?”
“Yeah”, Mike replied.
I didn’t waste any time.
As his feet were right by my face, I slowly applied pressure with my thumb and fingers, working the base of the toes, feeling the sweat and days of driving saved in these black cotton socks.
My cock was almost bursting out of my pants.
I slowly worked my fingers down his larger size 12s, and he was moaning with pleasure. I worked my fingers up his arches and toes.
He finished the joint unintentionally and put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
I couldn’t resist any more and slid his socked big toe right in my mouth.
Sucking it was just like his cock, the taste was as you would expect. Masculine, salty, sweaty, mixed with the leather they had been enclosed in for God knows how many days.
I then stuck my nose under his toes, taking in massive inhales.
I am sure I was getting high on the passive weed smoke in his truck as well as the beautiful toxicity of his sweaty socks.
I started sucking them, trying to get as many in my mouth as I could whilst still massaging his foot.
Mike had started to groan, and I could see he had now opened his eyes.
Our eyes caught each other’s, and Mike said in a stoned voice, “This is just what I needed, Craig, A young guy servicing my tired feet”
I must have sucked and kissed both of those feet till every droplet of sweat was removed. I was bursting to cum, my cock was leaking, but I was satisfied with the action I was getting.
After hours’ worth of sucking, worshipping and massaging this guy’s sexy, perfect, sweat-laden socked feet, Mike said, “Right, I’m gonna have another joint and turn in. Fancy riding with me to Cornwall tomorrow?”
Typically I had already paid for my train ticket.
