I heard Bastian park our car in the garage. I was happy. I had waited for him all day, and a good office of the night. It was 3 am.

When he opened the door of the living room, his grey eyes met mine. He was exhausted, but he smiled to me nonetheless. We hugged. He smelled of lavander. He always showered after a long day of workplace a the racing runway. He did it for me. He wanted to be clean and good-smelling when arriving home plate. He did it despite the showers at the racing runway being terribly uncomfortable and cold. I did not bear in mind him being just a little dirty, but after 12 hours of work or drive, it was not exciting to receive him house stinking and his hands total of dirt. Still, he could shower at home, but he did not desire to.

"How was the car today ?"I asked.

"It 's fixed."he said with pride.

"seminal fluid on"I said, inviting him to the sofa.

"Are you hungry ?"I asked.

"No"he said while laying down on the sofa, his white cotton socks on my lap. I smiled with delight. I caressed his understructure and massaged them. First with the wind sleeve, them I pulled them off. They were clean, he changed them after his exhibitioner. His feet were clean and also smelled of lavander, but they were sore and run down. I did rub down them for a long time, and he smiled, closing his optic. He was home at final. He sighed in bliss.

He was soon asleep. He was too with child for me to carry him upstairs, so I gently asked him if he wanted to go to bed. I pushed him up the steps, and soon we were in our pajama rolling under the thick blanket. We were soon gone, hugging.

I let him slumber longer in the morning. I knew he had to be at the racing track at 10 am, so I woke up at 7 am and I started washing his apparel from the bag he brought house. He would require his racing courtship again today. He had a second one but he preferred this one, the red one, so it needed to be pick and dry before he left at 9:30.

Then, while the racing suit was rolling around in soap in the laundry motorcar, I made the 100 sandwiches needed for the squad at the racecourse. Then only, I made breakfast. I pressed some orange juice, prepared the toaster and put on the table his favorite dayspring cereal grass. I made the coffee bean like he wanted it. I was myself in my briefs and socks and T-shirt. I felt my penis going severe thinking about the visual modality of Bastian when he would descend downstairs. I knew he would be barefoot. This was the offset light of my day : waiting for Bastian coming barefoot to the breakfast table, in his pajamas, with his sleepy eyes. And as always, he did.

He paused at the kitchen doorway and exposed his foundation for me, but without being too obvious. Then he went to my binding and started massaging my elbow joint. I shrugged in pleasure.

"What do you like ?"he asked me. I could not see his face, but I knew he got a smirk.

"You ..."I started.

"You do n't just like me right ?"

"I love you."

"good ”, he said while massaging harder.

"And what else do you love ?"

"Your feet."I said. Despite repeating this ritual every aurora, I still felt ashamed.

"And how do you like them ?"

"Bare."I had to admit as always.

"Only ?"

"No, also when you wear socks."

"Which socks ?"he continued, unsatisfied.

"The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking."

"wellspring, well ...."he said in an raring tone."But the windsock are not enough right ? What do you need More ?"

I did not resolve. He knew the answer, and I did not want to speak it aloud.

"Right."he said, surrendering.

He stopped massaging my articulatio cubiti and sat on the table, his human foot on my lap.

"You may. Go ahead."

I stripped out of my briefs and I started jerking off, while kissing and touching his bare feet. It did not last long and I came hard. Then he sat at the table and I crawled under the table, kneeling in social movement of him. He freed his tool for me to give suck on. I grasped his shaft and unceremoniously I put the capitulum in my mouth. He lasted a little long than me, but not so long. I swallowed every rope of jizz he sent into my mouth.

I wiped his metrical foot and the floor with a towel. We hid our softening penis under our underpants and tried to settle as if goose egg had just happened. Be despite doing this nearly every day we were a slight ashamed as always, and we looked down for a few minutes. I served orangeness succus and coffee for the both of us.

Then during breakfast we discussed about the day of work ahead. I was in charge of the meals of the whole team, and the administrative paperwork. It was a painful and difficult work, but Bastian needed someone he could trust for these undertaking. Today the minute loose pattern sitting would take piazza. I was well-chosen to pass many of my days with him at his workplace. Sometimes it was too punishing and I wished to be just home with him or going on holiday, but his work was very demanding and often we spent a calendar month with barely two days at home. The working time of day were dread. It was not exceptional for me to be at the racetrack with him at 1 am in the first light, after starting body of work at 8 am, and crying in a corner, exhausted and longing to go home.

I dried his case and prepared everything we needed for the day. I finished loading the car and we departed.

I had finished putting the 100 sandwiches in the frigde at the garage when they ambushed me.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! !"

All the team was there singing for ME. There was a pie and I was so happy.

"sports meeting Peter"said Bastian. tool was a buffer like Bastian. He was only 20 years old and looked motivated.

"pecker will exchange me for this race."Bastian said. It 's time we have some holiday together. He kissed me and hugged me, and I cried in his implements of war in delight.

"Where ?"I asked him when driving household. I could still not believe we had a entire week-end for ourselves. When he told me it was a hebdomad, I nearly fainted.

"We got a week. I know you like trekking in the mountains, right ?"

"I like looking at YOU trekking in the mountains."I replied.

"With my racy trekking socks ?"

"Yes, with your drear trekking socks."I replied.

"Let see how colly they can get there."he concluded .