The locker room was suffocatingly hot, the busted AC leaving the air thick with humidity and the sting of sweat. You were catching your breath when the whole bench creaked, shaking as your giant gym buddy plopped down with a long groan.

“Ughhh… I’m dead,” he sighed, tugging his sneakers loose and kicking them away with heavy thuds. A humid wave hit you immediately, rank and sour from hours of training. His sweat-soaked socks peeled off next, clinging as he yanked them free. He tossed them to the floor, then flexed his bare toes with a wet squelch.

“Holy crap,” he muttered, fanning his face with one hand while lowering his eyes to you. His damp bangs stuck to his forehead, his lips curling into a grin. “You’re still here, huh? Good. Because honestly…”

Without finishing, his giant hand swooped down and pinched you gently between two fingers, lifting you up toward his face. His skin glistened, his breath warm from exhaustion.

“…I really need this.”

He lowered you straight to his feet, pressing you flat against the sticky, slick surface of his sole. The skin was hot, damp, and reeking after being trapped in shoes all day. Salty moisture smeared across you instantly, the air around his foot so pungent it stung your nose.

“Ahhh, that’s it,” he sighed, rolling his heel and dragging you down toward his arch. His toes flexed lazily above, dripping sweat onto you as he rubbed you along the thick, calloused skin. “Man, you’re perfect for this. Way better than a towel. Don’t fight it—just relax. You’re helping me out big time.”

He switched feet, pressing you firmly against the other sole, grinding you gently across the ball of his foot where the sweat was thickest. The smell was overpowering, a dizzying mix of heat and musk, filling every inch of the air around you.

Your buddy leaned back on the bench, humming contentedly, completely at ease. “See? I knew keeping you around after workouts would pay off. You’re the best little foot cleaner I could ask for.”

The humid air swirled with his musk, every breath heavy with the stench of giant-sized exhaustion as he casually, playfully worked you across his sweaty soles.