Track Meat I
By: SimJanus

It was 4:00 pm, on a warm breezy sunny day in late May, and once more, I was bent over, touching my toes and stretching my legs while getting ready for another jog at the Linton high school track. The school was now desolate with only a few cars remaining in the parking lot. It felt like summer finally arrived, and I knew that school was almost out for the year. All the trees were green again, and the sun was burning hot with a mild breeze in the air.

I stepped on to the quarter mile cinder track, and noticed that I was the only one there. Great! Running after school lets out for the day has its advantages. I enjoy having the entire track to myself. After a long day in the office, stuffed in front of a computer, I felt so free to be on an open track, breathing fresh air, with no one else around. I took a deep breath, and began a nice slow paced run. I had set in my mind; I am going to shoot for 6 miles today, 24 laps, if I can keep a nice slow steady pace. I felt the obsessive need to burn off all the calories I took in for the day, and to keep my aging 40 year old body in good muscle tone and top physical shape. I was really hoping that no one else would show up at the track, to ruin my peace and solitude.

Unfortunately, my peaceful run didn’t last long. As I was rounding the bend on my second lap, I noticed that someone had shown up on the other end of the track, and started to stretch for a run. “Damn”, I said to myself. “There goes my peace and solitude”. I kept running, and eventually started to jog past the person that was stretching, touching his toes as I did only a few minutes ago. He was a young guy, very young, late teens or early twenties, I thought. I started to check him out as I approached him. A little under six and a half feet tall, I thought, with smooth tanned skin, a light sprinkling of hair on his muscular arms and masculine legs, medium length blonde hair, which despite the breeze in the air, seemed to keep its perfect straight form on his head. He wore a clean white T-shirt that molded a perfect fit over his flat stomach and well formed chest. And pretty brown eyes, pointy nose, and no facial hair. “Hmmm, man is he beautiful! What a body. He looks so perfect. So well built. And he is gorgeous!” Suddenly, I didn’t mind the company any more. Thoughts started racing through my head. Wild thoughts. My imagination started to toy with me. "What would it be like to be with him? To be on my knees in front him. Man, I would love to kiss his lips. I’d curl up on the floor at his feet and be his pet. I’d be his slave! I’d do anything he’d ask. Some girl out there has to be really lucky right now, to have him as a boy friend." Then suddenly he looked up, and shot a quick glance at me with those pretty brown eyes as I passed by. Startled, I immediately turned my head and looked straight ahead, and kept jogging as if I haven’t even noticed him.

“Ok”, I thought. “I don’t want him to think I am checking him out. I’ve got to focus on my running. This dude is well built. He’s probably going to fly past me, and make me look bad. I better pick up the pace. He’s going to have to work hard to pass me.”

I ran down to the other end of the track, and as I rounded the bend, I noticed that he was still stretching. He was looking at me as I started to approach him again, bending each of his muscular legs back and stretching for what looked like a very competitive run with me. It was almost as if he was studying me, and measuring my running ability. I felt a little uncomfortable, and tried to focus on my running, hoping that some how, I would impress him. Even though I am gay, I didn’t want to make it obvious to this dude that I was checking him out. Yet, as I passed him a second time, while nervously picking up my pace a little more, he nodded to me.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he said, startling me and causing me to almost lose my balance.

“Holy shit”, I thought to myself. He greeted me. Nervously, while trying to remain calm and casual, I returned the greeting back to him with a wave of my hand. “Hi. I’m doing Alright. Just out doing my daily run.” I kept running, and was tickled by the idea that I just exchanged greetings with a human god. Now my heart was really pumping, and not entirely from running. As I rounded the bend on the far side of the track, I casually glanced down the field to see if my new running companion was still stretching. He was gone, but as I noticeably turned my head more to my left, I saw that he was only 20 yards behind me, running at a nice healthy pace. And, I noticed he was catching up to me, despite the fact that I was running a fast pace myself. “Well”, I thought to myself while trying to be reasonable about all this, “the guy is so much younger than me, and I have to slow my pace if I want to reach 6 miles today. Besides, it might not be a bad idea to let him pass me by. It will give me another chance to check him out, close up!” So I continued to look forward, pacing myself at a steady speed, pretending like I wasn’t paying any attention to the young hot dude who I know was gaining on me. I could hear his foot steps coming closer and closer. He sounded like a machine, his feet pounding the cinder track, his breathing almost at a steady mechanical pace.

He passed me by, and once again spoke to me as if he knew me. “Nice day for a run. You’re doing pretty good today”, with a mild wave of his hand as he flew past me, still breathing like a finely tuned machine.

“Yes it is. Thanks. I’m not doing half as good as you are, though.”

“Neah, you could probably run circles around me. I’m only good for a mile or two” he stated, then pressed on down the track, leaving me in a cloud of dust.

I subconsciously tried to keep pace with him, even though I knew I was pushing hard, and ruining my chance for a 6 mile run. Despite my effort, he continued to pull ahead. I counted another lap I had just completed, then another, as I also monitored my companion’s progress. As I was rounding the next bend, I noticed that he was once again coming up on my rear. I estimated 50 yards, then 40, then 30 yards. “Damn”, I said to myself, “he’s gaining on me again.” Before I knew it, he flew by me again, faster than before.

“Alright dude, I’m stopping after this lap. It was nice to run with you”, he gasped as he started slowing down. We were arriving at the place on the track where I first saw him stretch.

“Likewise. Man, you are one tough runnier. I’d hate to race against you”, I returned as I also slowed down, in an attempt to keep the conversation going with him. “You run like you’re on a track team or something”.

“Neah, I was on the football team last year.”

“Really? Cool! What about this year?” I asked, with my curiosity peaking. I thought to myself, here I am, talking to a handsome guy, who happens to be a high school football player. I felt like I was melting in front of him.

He responded, “After I graduated, I wanted to stay in shape. I felt like continuing my work outs. So I lift every day, and keep running as much as I can. I need to, especially with the way I eat. And I do eat a lot!”

He turned and eyed me from head to toe several times, and remarked, “You seem to be in pretty good shape yourself!” I felt uncomfortable again, that he was studying me so thoroughly, but tried not to think anything of it, figuring that he was just curious about me. He was now running beside me at the same slow pace I was running, allowing me to keep up with him. He towered over me, and I felt a little uncomfortable that he was looking down at me, and that there was such a size difference between us, being that I was only 5 feet, 5 inches. But, I still couldn’t believe that I was actually talking to a guy that I already mentally worshipped. Inferiority complex or not, I could not resist feeding our conversation, for as long as I possibly could.

“So you graduated last year, and you played football. I am so impressed” I stated, as we continued to run another lap. I almost lost count of the laps I’ve been running, with my mind now focused on my new found friend. In an attempt to keep the conversation alive, I casually asked “What are you doing these days?”

“I was going to go to college and major in Pharmacy or Chemistry, since I am really good at it, but decided to hold off for a year. There are so many other things I want to explore first, before I commit to anything.”

“Really?” I returned. “Like what?”

“Well, I wanted to get into pharmaceuticals. I had really good grades, and have a natural knack for it. But I got into studying far eastern medicines, and forms of rituals practiced hundreds of years ago, and it intrigued me. I actually visited the Far East several months ago, and learned some neat things.”

“Wow!” I stated, really impressed with his experience and knowledge. “It all sounds so fascinating. I’d like to hear more.”

“Well, there isn’t much more to say at the moment. These days, I am working at the mill, believe it or not, until I can make up my mind about college. As I said, I figured I’d work for a year, and explore life a little, before I commit to anything.” His breathing slowed down to almost a normal pace now. He was running almost effortlessly beside me, but his sweat was now noticeable, on his face, and drenching areas of his clean white T-shirt, on his chest and under his arms. “The mill is really hard work, and I am always on my feet. When I come home at night, all I want to do is lie around, and stay off my feet because they ache so much. But I force myself to come here and run, and three nights a week, I still lift, tired or not.”

I subconsciously looked down at his big feet. They had to be size 14’s, at least! Man, they were big! He had nicely broken in, dirty Nike running shoes, and I could only imagine what his feet looked like. I started to wonder more and more, drifting away in fantasy land, and then realizing that I was staring at his feet, I quickly looked back up at his face, only to observe that he was staring at me. Looking right at my eyes, with his pretty brown eyes.

My mind was racing again. He caught me checking his feet out, so I tried to divert his attention away from me by saying “Well, it looks like you should have your girl friend massage your feet every day for you, if you are on them all the time. She would probably like doing that for you.” I was tormenting myself now, thinking that I would have any chance to do anything with this guy, when he probably had an entire harem of girls flocking to him. Inside, I was drooling. Yes, I had a foot fetish for men’s feet, amongst other desires and fetishes, and being at this guy’s big feet would be a dream for me. But reality kicked in, and I mentally kicked myself for saying something stupid like that. I pretended as if I was just kidding, and that I really didn’t mean anything by it.

Acting like what I said was normal, he replied, “I don’t have a girl friend. But you’re so right, I think it would be cool to have some one give me a foot massage every day. Anyone would do. They really sure could use it.” Then he smiled and winked at me, then dropped his face down to look at his own feet.

I was startled, and just looked at him, stunned, and not knowing what to say. I was so distracted, that I almost lost my balance again. "Do I make the leap, and lead on to the fact that I am gay, that I find him so attractive, and that I would love to make his feet feel good?" No sooner than I started thinking about it, he motioned to me and said “dude, I have to stop here. Two miles is my limit. It was nice to run with you. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“You know, I think I will stop too.” Without hesitation, I also stopped running, in an attempt to continue talking to him. I realized that this ended my attempt to run 6 miles today, but I felt that an opportunity of a life time stood right in front of me, and I couldn’t let this pass me by. My mind was still racing. "What do I do? What do I say? I can’t let this pass. I will never get another chance!" So now, while we both walked off the track, out of breath and covered in sweat, I gave him a hard look. If this guy didn’t like gay people, he could possibly turn on me, here and now, and beat me to a pulp. Even telling me to “F” off would cut a wound deep into my soul, being that he is so attractive, and that he confidently carried on a nice conversation with me for the past 10 minutes.

I had no choice. I had to do it. I had to say what was on my mind. “Dude, I really hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I’d massage your feet, if you think that would do anything for you.” I almost stopped walking and stared at him, nervously waiting for his response, not knowing what the next few precious seconds of my life would bring to me. My heart was pounding. I almost stopped breathing, while anxiously waiting for his reply. Seconds seemed like hours, while I waited for his response.

Then, as if in slow motion, he turned to me with a strange quizzical look on his face, smiled, and said “I think it would be cool to have you massage them. I was sort of hoping you would ask. I would love it. It would be something different. I need someone to make me feel good right about now. You would do nicely.” He paused for a moment, and then shot me the question I knew was coming, “Are you gay?”

I froze. Cold sweat came over me. I was definitely a closet case, and now this person was forcing me to disclose something that I didn’t feel comfortable with. But I looked at this hunk of man standing in front of me, and realized that the only chance in the world I had in doing anything with him was to state the truth. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind my attention to his feet! Hey, maybe there was some hope for me after all, I thought to myself. Even if he decked me because I was gay, well, I thought it would be worth the try. I hesitantly stuttered a reply back to him, “Well, well I guess I am. I hate to admit it, but I am gay.”

He smiled, and waved his hand at me in an attempt to disarm my nervousness. “That’s cool. Dude, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. How about right now? Would you want to try this now? I have my own place, not far from here. We can at least try it, and see where it goes from there. Interested?”

“Yeah. Sure” I whispered, almost in shock, as if I was under hypnosis by him. “I’m a little sweaty. But I, I, would love to massage your feet. Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” I was now really perspiring, and my body was shaking. I was dreaming, yet scared of what was really happening here.

“No man, not at all. I hope you like them. I want to warn you though; they sure are sweaty, and they probably smell bad. If that doesn’t bother you, then they are all yours.”

“Dude, that doesn’t bother me at all. In fact if they smell bad, it will probably turn me on. I’m all yours”, I said, almost choking on my words.

“Cool. Then I hope you to like them. If this works out, I could probably use you on my feet everyday!”

“Really? I think I would love that”, I stated.

“I take it that you have a foot fetish.”

“Yes. I guess that is pretty obvious now. I can’t help saying this; I think you are so very hot! I could get off just on worshipping you.” I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Then with a small glimmer of hope, I anxiously asked the magic question, “You’re not gay, are you?”

“I am Bi, but I think I am more gay than straight. I’ve messed around with both guys and girls. I tend to like guys better. They seem to taste better. Especially small guys like you.” He laughed about it, and I joined in with my own laugh, thinking, I wish he would taste me! He stopped talking at that point, and just started eying me from head to toe. “Are you into anything else, besides feet?”

Still dreaming, and not believing this was really happening, I shot back “With you, I’d do just about anything.”

“Anything?” His eyes now lit up. He was glaring at me now, looking at me eye to eye.

“Yeah, are you kidding? You are so hot. I’d worship you, if you want me to.”

He pondered, while still staring down at me. We were only two feet apart. I could feel him breathing on me. I could even smell him now. And he didn’t smell bad, at all. But I felt uncomfortable, noticing that he was checking me out, all over, scrutinizing me. I felt so inferior to him. He interrupted the silence, “Well, I’ll tell you what. Come over to my place, and I will let you have my feet for your pleasure. Let’s see how you do. If you can make them feel good, then I want to do other things with you, if you’re game for it.”

“Yeah, sure. What else did you have in mind?”

“Well, do you like to roll play at all? Are you into any kink?” he asked, looking down at me with a gleam in his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I love to roll play. And sure, I love kinky stuff. I especially like the master and slave scene, and always wanted to be another guy’s slave.” I was miles ahead of myself. Was I kidding? I would even pay this guy to be his slave. I’d do anything for him. I’d clean his place and cook for him. Any chance to get down on the floor and worship him. He definitely had me now in the palm of his hands.

“Oh man this is great! I always wanted to dominate and control another guy. Make him do things for me. And you’re nice and small, too. Perfect size for me. I will turn you into my little slave, then. I would really love to own you, and make you serve me.”

“I think I would love that, a lot!” I whispered back, without a second thought, gulping nervously. I was starting to get a hard on.

“Alright. Let’s go, slave. Get in your car and follow me. I live 2 blocks away. It’s not far from here. I’ll put you to the test, and see how well you work on my feet. Then we’ll go from there.”

The End