It was 5 p.m. and Ben was getting ready to leave the office when he received a message from George.
"Hey, my car broke down. Can you give me a ride?"
Ben walked out of the building and got in the car. He drove mindlessly to the construction site and all he could think of was George's big feet. The image of his friend's red soles was a recurring memory during that time. He could also see George's big arms and big thighs, and his mind was particularly fixated on the memory of his big bulge. He couldn't get over the fact that George got a hard-on by dominating him.
He parked the car in front of the construction building and saw the workers leaving after a long, sunny afternoon of hard work. George appeared after a few minutes, accompanied by two large friends. Ben noticed who they were as they walked closer.
"What's up, little guy," said George through the window. "Do you mind giving a ride to my friends as well?"
"No problem. Come in," replied Ben nervously.
The two men raised their eyebrows and chuckled when George said "little guy". George got in the passenger seat and the two guys spread their legs in the backseat. They were all wearing their construction uniform and Ben could suddenly smell the masculine sweat in the air.
He knew the men from high school. The blonde one was Phil Roberts, one of George's closest friends and a popular former jock. He was tall and bulky like a mountain, with long, heavy legs and a dirty, smug face. His thick, country accent was humble yet intimidating, and he was a humorous guy.
"Hey, Ben, long time no see," he shouted as he patted Ben on the shoulder. "Do you mind being our chauffeur for the evening?"
George looked at Ben intensely and his eyes glinted. Ben saw his head nod slightly and he knew George wanted him to say something interesting.
"It's my pleasure, sirs," said Ben, trying to match Phil's humorous tone.
The three men laughed and George nodded in approval.
The one with the dark hair was Mike Davis, a tall and massive bastard who used to bully Ben back in the day, and was only held back by his friendship with George. Ben hadn't seen that one in many years, and he noticed the guy had gained a fair amount of weight, although his robust, muscular frame was still noticed underneath the beer belly. Big Mike had a deep voice and a feral gaze.
"How's it going, Ben?" asked Mike. "Still prancing around like in the old days?"
"Uh... not much. Now I prefer driving," replied Ben meekly, prompting Phil to laugh.
"I hope there are no hard feelings between us, buddy," said Mike, squeezing Ben's shoulder a few times.
"Don't worry... uh... it's all water under the bridge," said Ben.
"That's the right attitude," replied Mike. "You're a good guy."
"C'mon, Mike. You tormented the poor kid and now you expect him to kiss your ass and give you a ride?" said Phil, chuckling. The other two men joined in the laughter.
"Well, Ben, I'm sorry if I was an asshole to you. I was an angry kid," said Mike in a sincere tone.
Ben froze a little, but internally he felt a warm relief. George smirked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't be sorry, Big Mike," said Ben slowly. "We were all just kids."
Everyone nodded and Ben took off. He drove through the outskirts of the neighborhood to avoid traffic. The men chatted about the old days and talked about their former colleagues - whatever happened to that guy or that girl. The afternoon was hot and humid, and Ben looked at George when he saw him discretely turn off the air conditioning. George winked at him.
All the windows were still closed and the air inside the car became hotter and stinkier with every minute. Ben could literally smell all the musk emanating from George's body, as it began to mix with the musk coming from Phil and Mike. It seemed Ben was the only person aware of all the masculine scents. The men spread their legs comfortably and raised their arms to scratch their heads or tap each other's chests, adding some armpit pheromones to the mix.
Ben started to feel a little uncomfortable and inebriated, but he didn't want to interrupt the conversation. He kept driving quietly and slowly gave in to the smell. The afternoon heat added a new layer of sweat and musk to their bodies. At some point, Ben felt drowned in so much stink.
Just when his nose started to adapt and get used to all of it, George bent a leg over his thigh and casually removed his boot. Ben looked at his socked foot which was clearly dirty and sweaty, and George waved his toes and winked. Then he removed the other boot, and spread his legs comfortably, wiggling his toes in secret.
The foot odor rapidly filled the entire car with the sweaty, earthy and cheesy aroma Ben was quite familiar with. The heat in the static air helped to intensify the masculine stench. Ben felt his dick quickly hardening inside his pants and he cursed himself internally.
"What's that fucking smell, George?" asked Phil. "Did you just take off your boots, you pig?"
"Sorry, brother. My feet are pretty tired," replied George smiling.
"And now we all have to smell them," said Phil.
"Take it all in," provoked George. "I know you guys don't mind it. Our friend here, on the other hand..." he pointed at Ben.
"What do you mean?" asked Mike.
"Well, he's a little sensitive to smells, right buddy?" said George.
Ben looked around and tried to shrug casually. He felt his face become increasingly red.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Ben.
"So you don't mind the smell of my feet?" asked George with a slightly ironic tone.
"No, not at all. In fact, they smell great," said Ben with a sarcastic tone.
"What?" mumbled Phil.
"You hear that, boys? Ben's a fan of my foot stink," mocked George openly.
"Well, if you don't mind it, my feet are tired too," said Phil, reaching for his boot. "It's been a long day."
"Oh, come on," laughed Mike.
"That's it! Get comfortable. It feels great to wiggle your toes after a hard day of work," said George approvingly. He looked at Ben and winked.
Ben heard the thumps of two heavy boots hitting the floor. It only took ten seconds until Phil's smell hit his nostrils.
"Phew, your feet fucking stink," said Mike.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I've got big, stinky feet," Phil laughed proudly.
Ben silently agreed. Phil's foot scent was deep and heavy just like his body. Ben noticed the smell was both masculine and funny, with a rich hint of testosterone and definitely cheesier than George's, although not as pungent. The toe scent quickly mixed with George's stench, creating a powerful and oppressing combination of manly odors.
Ben felt slightly dizzy and internally excited. His heart started beating faster, somehow, and his dick was rock-hard. He gulped silently and hoped nobody would notice. The smell of absolute foot stench was invading his nostrils and taking control of his feelings. It didn't help that George kept smirking and winking at him, and moved his foot on top of his thigh and waved it right beside him.
"Phil, your feet stink pretty bad," said George casually, "but mine still smell stronger."
"That's cause you forget to wear socks," replied Phil. "What's up with that? If I worked without socks for a day the smell would knock you out."
