The Silent Offering
*Okay, guys, I re-worked this story a bit. Hope you like.
After showering and dressing myself in my dorm, I made my way down to the cafeteria and chatted it up a bit with Shanice Hill while we ate our breakfast burritos in the campus courtyard.
I won't deny that the combination of this woman and my hormones almost took my appetite away. I mean, there was a fire flickering under my skin and heating my blood. Her caramel skin looked so satiny in the morning light and there was what appeared to be a bead of salty moisture above her high breasts.
I was split into two separate beings. I mean, half of me was sitting on the bench speaking calmly with Shanice . . . and another half was daydreaming about cupping her cheeks in my hands, tracing her delicate cheekbones with my thumbs and caressing every inch of her beautiful face with my fingers.
Anyhoo, Shanice and I were just yucking it up like usual when, from within the bushes located directly behind the responsive young woman, I spotted a kid. No, it wasn’t a kid… wasn’t even a teenager. It was a rawboned, barefooted young man of about nineteen. He had wild, rust-colored and was handsome despite being skinny. I kept looking at his bare feet. Long ad and large. Dirty, but unblemished.
"What is it?" Shanice asked, spinning around to see what I was staring at. The exact moment she did this, the youth (naturally) had already disappeared by ducking back down into the foliage.
"There was a guy in those bushes." I spoke.
"Oh,” Shanice took a bite from her burrito, apparently unconcerned. "It was probably one of those poor devils from the Lower Prairie. They sneak onto campus from time to time."
"Why?" I asked.
She gave me an exasperated look. "They're looking for food, boy! Do you know how bad things are in the LP? Most of the coal mines have shut down, and the ones that are still in operation need fewer and fewer men to run them. The end result is massive unemployment and a lot of hungry kids, Fritz. That's why I'm glad the school is extending community outreach to the mountain areas," then she gently elbowed me in the ribs and smiled, "And I'm kind of proud of you for being a part of it, boy!"
I could feel myself blushing.
I was just about to take a bite of my own burrito when I saw the youth again--standing there in bare feet, an apprehensive look on his pale, freckled young face.
Without even asking if the boy was hungry, Shanice held out her burrito to him. "Here, baby. You can have it." Then she elbowed me in the ribs, not gently this time. I knew immediately what she meant by this harsh gesture. I held out what was left of my own burrito as well.
"Come on, Rusty." I prodded.
The kid nervously shifted his weight to one foot, scratching the back of his left ankle with the big toe of his right foot.
Resigned, Shanice and I just turned away from him and tried to resume our discussion as if the kid wasn't even there. But it was impossible, because--even at a distance--the kid's wide, starving eyes dominated our conversation.
"Maybe we should just leave the food here on the bench for him,” I suggested to Shanice. But at precisely that moment, the kid rushed up to us, snatched our burritos and dashed off into the bushes.
Shanice shook her head, and I could see a marked look of depression creeping into her warm, brown eyes. I wanted to put my arm around her. Not in a lustful way, mind you. Upon explaining the facts of life to me, Pop underscored the point that--besides love--women hardly turned to us guys for anything. Sometimes the love they sought in us was physical, sometimes it wasn't. We men were supposed to be wise enough to discern the proper moments for our advances. I was reasonably certain that now was not the time to put the moves on Shanice.
"My sister sent me a letter the day before yesterday telling me about the trip she took to Louisiana. From what she's written to me, conditions in some parts of that state aren't much different than they are here." I said, wishing that I could think up something more cheerful to say in order to lighten the mood.
"Which sister are you talking about, the Meanie or the Stuck-up?"
"Meanie." I replied. "She was over in New Orleans visiting our grandmother, and partying at that Essence magazine twenty-fifth anniversary celebration."
"Did she mention anything about your father?"
I shook my head. "Not really. But she did suggest that the upcoming holidays would be a lot more enjoyable for him and everyone else if I didn't come home for Christmas."
"No she didn't!" Shanice was outraged.
"Yes, she did." I said. "And it's the truth too. Since Mom died, the best thing Dad and I can do for each other is to keep some distance between us."
Shanice glanced at her watch and her eyes widened, “whoop! I’m late for Gregor’s class! Catch you later boy!”
And she was gone in a flash.
That’s when “Rusty” reemerged from the bushes. Without a word, he just stared at me. His hazel eyes piercing my blue ones. I kept casting glances down at his bare feet again. They were beautiful. Dirty but beautiful.
And Rusty knew that I was looking at his feet That’s why he had returned. He had a gift for me. The entre scene at this moment felt so surreal.
Rusty lay on his back on the ground in front of the bench I s sitting on. Then he raised up both legs and aimed his dirty bare feet towards me. And still he said not a word … he just assumed that I understood what to do in this magical moment. I took hold of both his bare feet and… very gently at first… began planting pecking little kisses on the lad’s naked toes. When the handsome youth smiled, I boldly used my fat tongue to probe in between the lad’s toes. All ten of his toes. The toes on both of his perfectly formed young, dirty and sweaty feet.
Eventually passers-by would see this college boy blatantly and blissfully sucking a handsome vagrant boy’s toes and ravenously licking the lad’s dirty soles. Rusty’s dazed hazel eyes would remain fixed… as if he were entranced.
When I began to gently bite on the boy’s big toes, some girl passing by dropped her books and screamed for me to stop. When I didn’t, she ran off, apparently to go tell someone what she’d witnessed I didn’t care. I was in a dream. This whole scenario shouldn’t have been real, but it was. Shanice and that screaming tattletale gal had seen him, so the handsome nineteen-year-old wasn’t some sort of dream or illusion. I had to take advantage of it, or I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
And when I finally finished licking Rusty’s soles and sucking his toes clean, the youth would calmly climb to his now saliva-slicked feet and disappear back into the bushes.
I jerked off and then made my way (on wobbly legs) to my next class.