by Artil23
I've decided to share the story of how I became the footrest of one of my dad's friends (we'll call him John), this happened around 7 years ago. There are no cocks or ass involved in this story, just pure foot fetish.
Once every two weeks, my family and I go eat pizza at our friends' place, they are a married couple too with a daughter (Lucy) of my age (20)
Everything alligned perfectly that one evening, there was an important football match on TV and while my mum and John's wife decided to go hang out outside, the men decided to stay in to watch the match, except for my dad, he had to drive my sister and Lucy to the cinema, which was like 30 minutes away.
At that time John was a very handsome 42 years old lawyer, dark hair and a beard, not sure about his height but he was as tall as my dad so I'd guess 6'3'. Unfortunately he wasn't a muscle jock (he didn't hit the gym), but still a very fine man.
He's always been a very calm and kind guy and our new thing didn't change that.
So it was me and John on the couch watching the match, when suddenly he goes: "Hey Tom do you mind if I put my feet up?"
"Absolutely not, do as you please" I replied with the calmest possible voice while I was dying of excitement.
He puts his feet up, he was wearing some black dress socks.
Minutes go by and I obviously completely forgot about the match, my eyes were automatically turning to his feet, big and wide size 14, these beautiful feet I always drooled on when he was on this position other times.
These were probably the most torturing 10 minutes of my life, he was wiggling his toes a lot and I was about to go crazy.
John: "Do you want to massage my feet?" he asks.
I confess I was caught completely off guard, why did he ask me if I want and not if I can?
" Why do you ask?"
"I don't know, do you want to or not?" he says, while continuing to watch the match.
"Well, yea I guess" I say while being ready to enter heaven.
He puts his feet on my lap and I start massaging, unfortunately they weren't smelly as he showered, but touching those big feet was amazing.
"Am I good?" I ask
"Yea not bad, try putting more pressure on the toes".
I keep massaging for a good 20 minutes, starting to question if I was dreaming or not, when he goes:
"I'd like you to massage my bare feet but I'm scared you might explode" he says, with the tone of someone asking you how you're doing, while still watching the match.
At this point I start blushing so much, and I'm in total shame, totally speechless.
John: "Well there's a reason I asked you to massage, your boner was literally coming out of your pants and I wondered what that was, that's why I asked if you wanted to do it". he starts looking at me and smiles "There's no reason to blush like that, look, I know so many men who have a fetish for women's feet, like a lot of my friends like smelling their wive's feet while they have sex; I can let you enjoy my feet but I won't give you sex ! (laughs) ".
At this point I was the luckiest 20 year old on the planet, I had a size 14 at my disposal, the world could fall and I wouldn't care.
He wanted me to tell him a bit about my fetish and how it started, and if I liked his feet for all these years we've known, I won't go too much into these details. I just explained him that feet are like sex to me and he could make me very happy with so little.
John: "Do you want this to be our little thing? I promise when I have some time alone I'll call you if you can come, oh and if you have some special requests feel free to ask".
"Thank you soooo much, you don't know how better my life is right now" I kiss his foot, take his socks off, and start licking those feet like no tomorrow.
"Wow chill a little buddy, you don't need to eat those" he says laughing.
"I'm sorry!", and I start licking heel to toes very slowly, sucking each toe several times, and going in between.
"You know, that feels quite relaxing", I smile and keep licking, when the door rings.
"Alright looks like dad is back, put my socks back on, I'll make sure to call you next week I promise" He winks at me and goes to open the door for my dad, we all go on the couch and I eagerly wait for next week to come.
On Monday he texts me saying that he would come off work on Wednesday earlier at 2p.m., his wife was at work and Lucy at school, and since I had classes in the morning it was perfect. We text alot about what I'd like him to do to his feet before we meet, obviously I tell him the smellier the better, and he proposes to go for a run when he comes home if I don't mind sweaty. OF COURSE I DON'T MIND SWEATY.
3pm comes and I'm waiting for him in front of his door, he comes back from his run and we go inside.
"Can we do it me on the floor and you sitting? Or you want to lay?" I ask
"Sitting is fine" and winks at me.
So I get on the floor and he places his big feet next to my head, wearing a nice pair of hopefully smelly Nikes.
"Alright buddy, are you ready? You said you had no limit so I hope I did a good job stinking my feet, go ahead."
I take his shoes off, and oh boy, were they stinky, he was wearing the same socks of that evening as I asked him, and the smell was sooo good, I hear him breath out a good "Ahhh" when taking those shoes off.
John: "Oh man, how can you even survive down there? I can smell it from here".
My excitement is through the roof, I can't even talk and just smile, I'm just staying down there taking huge deep whiffs of those feet, both planted in my face with toes under my noes, and I was about to pass out.
"Can I take your socks off with my mouth"?
"Of course"
He puts his ankle in my mouth and I start peeling those socks off with my teeth, it was hard to fully remove them as his feet are so big, I had to use my hands in the end.
But then there they were, magnificent sweaty feet on my face, I stick my tongue out when:
"Wait, don't start licking yet, where's the fun if you remove all the sweat already"
"You're right", I say, and I keep smelling those feet while he was rubbing his feet hard on my face.
"Do you want to eat something on them?" he asks.
"Hell yeah, I'll go take some nutella, is it fine with you? "
"Sure go take it, removing the sweat that way will be more fun".
I go take it and meanwhile he changed position, put his feet up on a footstool.
"I wanna kick back and relax while you lick" .
I spread nutella all over his feet and start doing my job, literally covering every part of his feet, I suck his toes, clean the sole several times as they were so big it nutella didn't come off easily.
"I'm curious how does sweat taste?"
"Salty"
Me: "Can I jerk off please? I can't take it anymore I'm dying to do it".
"Sure go ahead, just don't hit me and clean up after! You know I'm straight! (laughs)".
I finally unload the biggest and most satisfying cum of my life, with my face smelling of a mix of footsweat and nutella, I clean up, go wash my face, and we get ready to leave.
"You know, you sure never get tired of licking feet, you've been on your knees for about 3 years cleaning my sweat" he says while he gives me a drive home.
I simply smile and say "Yea told you I like them, thank you so much though".
We met many more times later with every foot request you can think of (trample, stomping on pizza and I clean his feet, cleaning his inner shoes soles etc..), he really enjoyed my warm tongue after work, eventually he moved to about 2 hours away from me, but we still keep in touch from time to time; I thought it was interesting to share how it started.
