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Subject: Zachary’s Dad Chapter 1 Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. All rights are reserved by the author and may not be reposted or reproduced without the author’s consent. This story will contain sexual acts between teenage boys and older men, and there will be heavy themes involving foot fetishes. If you do not enjoy this sort of material, or if it’s illegal in your country or place of residence, please stop reading. Feel free to send me any feedback at hoo Friday, November 5. It was “Bring Your Parents to School Day” at Eastwood Senior High, a biannual event that often occurred near the end of spirit weeks, and hardly any of the students, if there were any at all, looked forward to it. No one was ever surprised when the vast majority of the students’ families chose not to participate, for it would require having to wake up at the crack of dawn and potentially having to call out from work just to come and sit through hours of the same tedious lectures that they had been subjected to back when they were teens themselves. And of course, why would any of the students want to risk the embarrassment. However, Zachary Fraser wasn’t so lucky; his father, Thomas, couldn’t resist such an opportunity, especially not after having such a blast the last time. Despite being a single father, Tom still managed to find time in between working overnights at the local grocery store and raising his son to take care of himself by maintaining a healthy diet and making sure to hit up the gym at least four times a week alongside his older brother, Ed. He was considered by many to be quite handsome. Going on thirty-nine, he stood at five feet, ten inches, and he weighed just over a hundred and seventy-five pounds. His hair was short and naturally a dark shade of brown, and his pale blue hues complimented his fair skin. On this particular morning, he was sporting a bit of stubble, and rather than dressing up for the occasion, he chose to go with something a little more casual–a faded gray band tee, black jeans and a pair of black leather boots. Unfortunately his son, Zachary, did not share the same enthusiasm as he, for he had been known to be a rather reserved individual. Apart from the small circle of friends he’s had since early middle school, he has made no real effort at socializing, often attempting to go most days unnoticed. Tom, on the other hand, was more of a social butterfly and had gotten on well with his teachers, several of the other parents who bothered showing up, and even many of Zach’s classmates; the latter especially seemed to bother his son, for this included many of the kids who made attending school a living nightmare for him. Of course, now that “Daddy” was there, they had all suddenly put up much friendlier fronts towards him. However, just as he had the last time, he could see straight through their bullshit. Many of the students had taken such a liking to Mr. F that they would go on to add him as a friend on Facebook. At least, that had been the case before, but Zachary thought he saw his father exchanging pages with a few of the kids from his biology class earlier that morning. Regarding his own physical appearance, Zachary seemed to have taken mostly after his etiler escort mother. His hair, much like his eyes, was a dark shade of brown and was about medium-length, the bangs extending just past his eyebrows. He stood at five feet, four inches. His pale, slender frame was hidden beneath a large, black hoodie. For the boy, the day seemed to just drag on. He knew he only had two classes left before he could finally escape this hellish nightmare, but he wasn’t sure just how much more of it he could take. He was, however, feeling somewhat relieved as he and he father began to approach their next destination–the cafeteria. Typically, he wasn’t much of a fan of lunch either because he didn’t share any of the same lunch periods as his friends and would spend half an hour each day sitting alone, but on this day, he was prepared to welcome the isolation with open arms. Understandably, Tom was more than a little confused when Zachary breezed past the cafeteria’s main entrance without even acknowledging it. “Bud, we just passed the cafeteria,” Tom said, nodding his head back in the direction of the wide set of double doors. “I know, I go here, remember?” Zachary replied as he continued to walk, “There’s another way in.” And that there was. As they turned the corner, Tom spotted another set of double doors that also lead into the cafeteria. Upon entering, it became rather clear to him why exactly his son had chosen to go this way, as it would bring them into a small, cove-like area off to the side, just behind the podium where announcements were made. Unlike the long benches that filled the main part of the cafeteria, this section had about a dozen smaller, round tables surrounded by plastic red chairs. He was even less surprised when Zachary approached the table in the far back corner, tossing his bag down. “Well, this wasn’t what I was expecting, but okay,” Tom commented before taking a seat beside his son. He was aware that Zachary had often chose not to bring, nor buy, a lunch and figured he spent this time reading or catching up on whatever homework assignments he hadn’t gotten around the completing the night before. Truth be told, Thomas wasn’t feeling very hungry himself, but he did purchase a couple of sugar-free energy drinks from the vending machine on the way there. “So, where are we going after this?” Tom asked after a minute of silence. “Photography.” “Oh, didn’t you tell me that that was one of your favorite classes? I look forward to seeing my little photographer in action.” He said with a grin. “Eh, don’t get your hopes up,” his son started, “I take most of my photos outside of school. When the teacher’s not showing us new techniques or talking about famous photographers, I’m usually just using my laptop to edit my photos.” Tom felt speechless and glanced over toward the main cafeteria where everybody else was. “I guess I should have seen that coming,” Tom said with a sigh, “If it’s a way to get your work done without interacting with anybody, you won’t hesitate to take it.” “You know me so well,” Zach said, smiling. Tom couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly, as this had been the first time that morning he had seen his son smile, even if it was in regards to his being a total loner. Assuming that the two etimesgut escort of them would be spending the next thirty minutes in silence, Tom decided to go ahead and take this opportunity to relax. He leaned inward, reaching down to unlace his boots before tugging them off and placing them in between their chairs. He then leaned back, extending his legs outward, resting his sock-clad feet onto one of the chairs directly across from them. “Hi, Mr. F.” Tom glanced over his shoulder, noticing a group of three teenagers entering the cafeteria using th If this had been one of those cheesy teen dramas, Kimberly Briggs would have been the stereotypical popular girl, pretty, blonde, and a cheerleader with attitude. Or a total bitch as far as Zachary was concerned. This had been one of the students that Tom had befriended the last time he was there. “Oh, Kim,” Tom spoke, grinning ear to ear, “How are you?” “Oh, I’m doing alright,” she said. “You having a nice visit?” “I am,” he replied. “That’s good,” she said, “Maybe I’ll see you at the pep rally later?” “Definitely.” With that said, she flashed him another smile before proceeding towards the main part of the cafeteria alongside her friends. One however, a young, slender boy with shoulder-length black hair stopped to look at Thomas, also giving him a brief smile before walking away. Tom couldn’t help but smile back and wave, although there was something about that boy. Something familiar. He had wondered if maybe he had met him in the past, which was certainly possible, but he wasn’t going to stress over it. Taking a deep breath, he turned his attention toward his son, lost in whatever book he was reading. “You having fun?” Tom asked. “Plenty,” Zach replied, his eyes never leaving the text. “That’s nice.” Grinning ear-to-ear, Tom suddenly snatched the book from his son’s hands. Zachary laughed and climbed over his father, attempting to retrieve the book but Tom just held it out as far away from them as he could whilst using his other hand to hold Zach back. “I’ll bite you,” Zachary joked. “Yeah, and I’ll throw it,” Tom snapped back. Zachary laughed again, still trying to reach for it when suddenly they heard another voice speak in their direction. “Wow, Zach, this is the most I’ve seen you emote since I’ve known you,” Kimberly’s male friend with the long hair said. “Oh, shush,” Zach replied, sitting back down. Thomas cackled before finally handing him back the book. “How’s it going?” Tom asked the boy. “Great,” he replied, “Do you remember me? We’ve met a long time ago. Of course, I was like… five. I’m Rodney. I was in your son’s Kindergarten class?” And just like that, the memories came flooding back, for better or for worse. Thomas sat there in silence, his mouth agape as he tried to find the words to speak. “It’s been a while, so I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t,” Rodney said, “Mind if I join you guys?” Zachary said nothing, although the look he gave his father clearly read “No”, but as expected Tom simply nodded his head. Rodney smiled and went to pull one of the chairs back; however, when he did, Tom jolted a little. That was when Rodney noticed that Tom had been using the chair as a footrest. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t realize you had made yourself comfortable.” etlik escort Furrowing his brows, Zachary peered beneath the table, spotting his father’s socked feet propped up onto the chair and then saw his boots on the floor in between them. “You’re feet must be sore,” Rodney guessed, “No problem.” Rodney reached down, gently grasping onto Tom’s ankles and lifted them up, just long enough for him to take a seat. He then lowered Tom’s feet, placing them on his lap. It was a weird move, and Tom even tried to pull back, but Rodney held onto his ankles. “I was just going to give you a massage,” the long-haired teenager said. “Relax.” Zach suddenly turned red as he watched his schoolmate casually peel the black, ankle socks from his dad’s feet before carelessly tossing them onto the table top. And as promised, he began to grasp one of Thomas’ large bare feet, pressing his thumbs into the sole. Tom closed his eyes and threw his head back, exhaling. As uncomfortable as this moment was, he had to admit that a massage was much needed. Rodney smiled as he continued to rub the older man’s feet, at one point pushing his fingers in between his toes. “That feel good?” Rodney asked. “Yeah,” Tom said softly. “So, why don’t you ever rub your dad’s feet?” Rodney asked, glancing up at Zachary, “I’m sure he’d appreciate.” Zach was speechless. “He used to,” Tom admitted, “It’s been a while though.” “Well, call me,” Rodney replied, “We ride the same bus, get off at the same spot. I’d be happy to come over and take care of them for ya.” Thomas laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, no one’s going to be coming over just to rub my dad’s nasty feet,” Zach finally said. “Nasty? You used to love my feet when you were little,” Tom jabbed back. Immediately, he would find himself regretting that statement. Being the typical embarrassing dad, even he knew that he probably should have kept that between them. “Oh really?” Rodney asked, cocking an eye brow. “No,” Zach exclaimed, “He’s just being an asshole.” “Nah, I believe him,” Rodney admitted, “I mean, even I think he has some really nice feet.” Zach lowered his head in disgust and humiliation while Tom just stared at him from the table in complete disbelief. He could tell by the rather effeminate way in which the boy carried himself that he was gay, but now it was clear that the boy was straight up flirting with him, and in front of his son no less. Without warning, Rodney raised Tom’s left foot up, his toes appearing above the edge of the table, before leaning down and playfully licking at his big toe. Zachary’s eyes widened, and Tom quickly sat up, pulling his feet from Rodney’s lap. “Okay, I think I’m good now,” Tom said nervously, tucking his bare feet beneath his chair, “Thanks for the massage.” Rodney chuckled. “No problem,” he said, standing up from the chair. He leaned down, sliding Tom’s socks across the table. “Like I said,” Rodney started off, “, if you ever need a massage, feel free to reach out.” “Will do,” Tom said, avoiding eye contact with the teenager. “Take care,” Rodney said as he turned to walk away, leaving the Frasers in complete and utter silence. “What the hell was that?” Zach asked. “I think that kid was hitting on me,” Tom replied, his heart pounding beneath his chest. “You don’t say!?” Zachary took a deep breath and flipped open his book, attempting to go back to reading, but he just couldn’t take his mind off of what he had just witnessed. Needless to say, Tom was just as shocked. Trying to shake it off, he put his socks and his boots back on, ready for this period to be over with. End of Chapter One.

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