Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2004 16:42:53 EST
From: J
Subject: Barefoot in the Park

This story is entirely a work of fiction.  No character described here is
in any way based on a real life person: if any similarity exists it is
purely coincidental.

Lucas Dorling had a secret.  None of his friends at colledge
knew (he wouldn't want them to), his parents never suspected
nor had anyone at school.  It wasn't just that he was gay:
many of his friends were that.  Lucas had always prefered
boys his own age or younger - and Lucas really loved their
feet.  Of course he had had an occassional glimpse in the gym
or changing room, but he had always been careful to let
no-one see him looking.  That summer of '85 was a turning
point.  Lucas had left school at 15 and was finishing his
education at technical colledge.  He wanted to be a
mechanic.  To make ends meet during the holidays he had taken
a part time job at the local park.  Some days he sold tickets
for the boats on the lake, or the miniature railway.  Some
days - joy of joys - he patrolled the bathing pool.
On Thursday he got the swing park.  The younger kids often
hung around the swing park because it was one of the few
amusements that was free.  Not many there that Thursday
though.  It rained in the morning and, although the rain
stopped about elevenish, the clouds still hung about.  Lucas
found himself supervising one solitary nine year old who,
seemingly, was immune to the cold.  The boy was slight for
his age, dark of both complexion and hair, with deep brown
eyes that could have melted Lucas' heart any day.  He had
been working the roundabout single handed.  With nobody else
about Lucas decided to see if the lad would let him join
him.  It didn't quite work out because the boy took fright
when Lucas approached and abandoned the roundabout.  He
abandoned it so suddenly that he landed badly and sprawled on
the ground.  Tears came.  So did Lucas.  "Hey! It's all right
- don't cry.  We'll soon get you fixed up.  It looks as if
you just twisted an ankle.".
"I think I broke my leg", sniffed the little fellow.
"I don't think so", said Lucas, "but we'll just take you to
see Ros at the first aid cabin. She'll soon fix you up.  Do
you think you could walk if I help you"
The only answer was a sniff and a nod of the head.  Taking
that for an affirmative Lucas helped the boy to his feet.
Lucas took the boy's weight as they slowly made their way to
the first aid cabin.  "What's your name son?" , Lucas asked.
"Shane " sobbed the youngster.
"You'll soon be OK Shane", said Lucas, "you'll like Ros, and
she's very good at mending broken little boys".
In spite of himself Shane couldn't help smiling through his
tears as Lucas pushed open the first aid cabin door.  No
Ros.
"I'll just sit you down on this bed Shane, then I'll go and
see where she's got to". Lucas left Shane alone while he ran
over to the park admin office.  Mr. Harding, the park
superintendant, was there on his own.
"Have you seen Ros, Mr. Harding ?  There's a boy fallen over
in the swing park."
Lucas was usually a little scared of Mr. Harding: the park
superintendant was not noted for his patience with
teenagers.  Nor did his temper appear to have improved.
"She's not in today, neither is Dan, nor is Beryl.  It's just
you and me kid, so you'd better get back to your little boy
and start earning some of the pennies we pay you" he snapped.
Lucas was too frightened of the man to argue.  He ran back to
the hut.
Shane was still where he had left him, on the edge of the
couch.  The tears had nearly dried up, but Lucas knew they
could start again any time.
"Is it still hurting, Shane?"  Another sniff, another nod.
"Well Ros isn't here so I'd better take a look. Do you want
to lay down"?
Sniff.
Lucas helped the little lad to lay on the couch, then he very
gently removed Shane's trainers.
"Which one is it, Shane"?
The boy pointed to his left foot.  His gaze remained fixed on
the ceiling.
Gently Lucas peeled off Shane's left sock.  A thrill ran
through his body.  Suddenly realisation dawned.  Here he was
alone with a beautiful little boy who was going to let him
examine his foot.  Nobody was going to interupt him (Harding
had made that clear), and the boy apparently trusted him.  He
held the lovely little foot in both hands.  The near brown of
the boy's skin was more pink by the time it got to his feet.
The toes were not overlong but curved gracefully downwards.
The soles were soft with some wrinkling in the perfect arch.
There did not seem to be any swelling of the ankle, and Lucas
surmised that most of the boy's distress was due to the shock
of the bad landing on the ground.
"I don,t think it's swollen, but the best way is to check if
it's the same shape as the other one."
The boy said nothing so Lucas removed his other sock.  Gently
he began feeling and stroking the boy's right heel and
ankle.  Suddenly Shane, still looking at the ceiling, gave a
tiny giggle.
"Feels good eh?  It's all right I won't tickle you."
Then it happened.  The gorgeous little boy lifted his head
and smiled down at Lucas.  It was like the sun coming out.
There was no pain in that smile. Lucas lifted both feet to
his chest and began fervently carressing them.  Shane was
delighted.  His injury was forgotten as he lay back on the
couch with an expression of pure joy on his handsome
features.  By now Lucas was kissing his feet, starting at the
heels and working forward till he was kissing the tips of
those lovely toes.
"Hey! That's good", exclaimed the little fellow, "keep doing
it."
Lucas didn't need telling twice.  He put one foot down on the
couch so as to be able to hold the other with both hands.
His burgeoning crotch was pressed hard against the bottom of
the couch.  Suddenly he pushed a toe into his mouth.  Shane
didn't flinch.  Lucas sucked each toe in turn and the boy was
obviously loving it.  In fact the boy was in ecstasy as
Lucas'
tongue explored his soles, arches and the bottoms of his
perfectly formed heels.
For nearly an hour Lucas serviced the lovely boy's beautiful
feet.  A thought occurred to him.
"Do your parents know where you are , Shane?" he asked.
"There's only my mum and she works till six", replied the
little angel.
Hardly daring to hope, Lucas asked his other question.
"Do you come here every day then?"
"I will now".