I had started playing football in Middle School years ago, and always enjoyed spending team on and off the field with my team mates.
Things were good on and off the field till my senior year. I was 18, 190 pounds, blond hair blue eyed and to be honest not the best player on the team, but I had made the cut every year and even though I didn’t play much I was in the locker room and that’s what mattered. For the last few years I was also confused, hell I had girlfriends but more and more the best part of playing football was the end of the game, when we hit the locker room and all the guys would start striping down after a hard game. About 30 guys would enter the locker room at the end of the game each them pulling off their shoes at the same time after running and sweating for hours. That would be a smell that would make more people gag, but not me. The combination of the smell and seeing all those sweaty feet with white sweat socks that look like they had been painted on outlining ever toe and vein in these guy’s feet started giving me a reaction I didn’t expect. Its awkward to say the least to end up with a hard on for no reason, when you in a men’s locker room with a bunch of other jocks, hell at the point where you are all striping down is not when you want them to see you have a rock hard dick.
I would hang back before heading to the shower hoping that my hard cock would relax, I don’t mean to brag but at 18 when you’re a healthy male, that sucker can get big all by itself and waking into a shower with 14 other naked men the last thing you want standing out is 8 inches of rock hard meat. But what confused me the most, wasn’t that these guys were giving me such a hard dick, I had kind of figured out I was gay or at least bi a few years before, but what was feeling so strange was that what got me excited was the smell of all these guys feet. Just looking at them taking off their shoes and socks, and seeing those big sweaty feet and the smell that filled the room never failed to get me rock hard.
The guy whose locker was next to mine was Jerry, at 6’ 2 and 200 pounds he was rock hard muscle from his jet black hair to his size 12 feet, but what I like bested about Jerry our star running back was he really worked up a sweat on those feet. Many a day after practice he would kick off those cleats and if I was leaning over to untie my own cleats at just the right time I got a reward. Jerry would lift his foot up by my face and ask my how those dogs smelled. Looking back now I know that Jerry knew just the reaction the smell of his feet had on me. If none of the other guys were around Jerry would ask me to pull off his socks as he was too tired. Even though I said no, Jerry would lift his legs up and put both of those sweaty size 12s on my leg and wiggle his toes, asking me to help a guy out and take care of his football star feet, all the time smiling at me with a wicked grin. Soon he didn’t care if the other guys saw him do it or not.
I hated to see that last football game of the season end, Jerry became more and more bold, he caught on I waited to shower, and before long I noticed that even though the place was empty when I went in, Jerry would come walking in. He would often make comments about how if they really valued us as jocks they would have some on in the shower to wash our feet for us, of course it would get me to look over and there would be Jerry rubbing a soapy hand over his feet, so I had to notice the long toes, and the way the curve of his arch ran up that big foot. I had no choice but to grab a towel to hold in front of me as I beat it out of the shower room, if I glanced back it never failed that Jerry would be holding his foot up off the floor letting the water of the shower spay over his god like foot as he moved it around and wiggle his toes to rinse it off. Let me tell you about those toes, it wasn’t till later that I got a really up close and personal look, but those first few times glancing down at his feet while he showered got me so horny, he had long sexy toes, with small tuffs of black hair on each toe, and just a little dark hair on the top of his foot.
I couldn’t help myself when we were alone in the shower to but watch him soap up that hot body, when he raised his arms to wash is pits the way his long lean body stood out against the white tile, just enough dark black hair to had dimension to his muscles and add to the steaminess of the shower room. When he turned to rinse his hair with his back to the shower, head tilted back with water running down his face and chest your eyes had to follow down past the black chest hair over rock hard abs of steel with just a thin line of black hair running down the center of his abs drawing your eyes down. I will never forget the first time I watched him shower, and my surprise when I let my eyes follow that narrow line of dark hair down to his groin and realized with great joy that Jerry kept all of the hair on his body trimmed nice and short. He didn’t shave his groin but you could tell it was trimmed by hand, all the more to make his long sexy cock have the perfect back drop. I couldn’t help wondering if it was that big looking now, would it get even harder? How big could it get? I was to find out the last game of the year.
The last game of the season was the worst. I had held out all year, never risked acting on my desire, or on Jerry’s comments, I wasn’t sure if he was just teasing or flirting or what but I wasn’t going to risk making a mistake. The last game was a killer, the other team was good and Jerry took a beating, he got hit was some very hard tackles and it was clear the other team was trying to take him out. After the game, I waited in the locker room as long as I could, we had won and were going to the playoffs, but I didn’t know if I would have the locker next to his in the playoffs so tonight was my last chance to have him put his feet in my face and ask how his dogs smelled or ask me to take off his socks, buy now it was a running joke to the other guys around us, and they laughed ever time Jerry put his feet up on me. But he didn’t come, I guess that last hit that sent him to the trainer was harder than I thought, the other guys showered and were leaving when I ran out of things to kill time and sat down to undress, about then Jerry came in, looking wiped out.
When he sat next to me, he put his legs out and asked me to unlace his shoes since he couldn’t bend over, I did and feeling bold I then pulled each shoe off his feet. Since I was ready I then jumped up and headed to the shower, before long I heard Jerry walk in, when I glanced back I was shocked to see him naked except for his white socks. He groaned as the hot water hit him and I asked if he was okay, he told me not really, that his back really hurt and if I had not pulled off his shoes he would have to have taken a shower in them. I was finished and as I was walking out, Jerry called out and asked if I could help an injured guy out. When I asked what he needed, he asked me to please get him one of the shower stools. I grabbed one and watched him sit down with the water spraying on his hard body… at that point Jerry lifted his foot, and said take my socks off.
I thought it was our joke and told him no and started to leave. Jerry called out, I am not kidding, I can’t do it and know you want too, so get in here and take off my socks now. I don’t know what happed, but the tone of his voice made me his, I would do whatever he wanted. I walked back in and when I got in front of him he told me to drop my towel and kneel down. I did as I was told and he lifted his foot up and told me to remove his socks. After both socks were off he told me I was going go wash his feet and legs, and that I could start showing him the respect he deserved. When I asked what does that mean, he smiled and said I have given you chances to take care of my feet all season and you ignored me, now you can kiss my feet before you wash them. Who knew I could be such a good slave, I kissed each foot, and toe, then washed them and rinsed them. Jerry could see just how much I was enjoying being his foot slave my 8 inch cock had never been harder. I thought I was done, but he told me the toes needed to be cleaner, when I started to wash them again, he pulled his foot back and let the soap rinse off them held his wet foot to my face and told me to suck his toes. I cleaned each of those sexy ten toes better than they had ever been cleaned.
When we left the shower I was allowed to dry him off from head to toe, back at our lockers he had me help him with his shirt, then tossed me a pair of darks socks. As soon as I got them in my hands I could smell the odor. Jerry just smiled and lifted his foot and told me to put a sock on, as I stretched it over his big foot, he pushed the smelly black sock into my face, and told me to take deep breath, and I did as I was told, the order was over whelming, it was all Jerry but stronger then I had ever smelled his feet before. My hard cock could take no more, is started Cumming all over Jerry’s bare foot, after what seemed like the biggest orgasm of my life, Jerry just started laughing.
When I looked up he smiled and said now I know your secret, I asked what he was talking about, and he told me that he had watched me sniff his feet after practice and do nothing, so he thought I liked clean feet, then when he had me wash them and suck his toes and I didn’t cum he wasn’t sure, but the final test was his dark socks, he told me he had been wearing them for a week and now he knows I like really ripe feet. At that point he lifted the towel off his lap and said my turn got get some relief. I sat back to watch, thinking he would jack off, but to my surprise he reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down on his 10 inches of solid manhood. It was like Cumming home if you know what I mean, I knew just how to suck to get him shooting in no time, after a loud groan buckets of cum were flowing into my mouth and I was swallowing as fast as I could. After we both caught our breath I stood up and started dressing, I was almost done, when Jerry smiled and said you’re forgetting something. I looked over and his foot covered with my cum was on the stool, he just looked at me and said, clean it, then put on my other sock…but the smile told me all I needed to know, we were both 18 after all and it’s not like it takes a long time to recover between putting on a smelly sock.
As we walked out of the locker room that night, Jerry reached over and put his arm around my shoulders, and leaned in to whisper one final thought. He said, now that I know how much you like the smell of my ripe feet, we will have to see if you like week old football socks the best, or this winter the wool ones I wear in my ski boots, or maybe your favorites will be the thin dress socks I wear to dances, or my skater socks next spring. But trust me you are going to get lots of chances to be sniffing my feet for the rest of our senior year. As he walked away, he laughed and called out, who knows maybe your favorite will be some of my team mates on the track team.
Jerry was good to his promise, but I will save those other socks for the next story.
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After football ball season ended with my night at Jerry’s feet, I wondered if I would ever see him again.
Little did I know that I wouldn’t have to worry about that? About a week after our final game and my first night as his foot slave, Jerry called and told me to come over to his house after school. From that day on I started getting regular calls to come service his feet. Sometimes he had worn his socks for days and the smell was overwhelming, others they just had one day of sweat, but on the days he wore his old sneakers I was always rewarded with a pair of ripe socks and sweaty feet ready for my pampering. After a few weeks Jerry was becoming very comfortable with having me at his feet, and taking care of his long hard cock at the end of the day.
Early in November the first dance of the season was scheduled for Friday night, Jerry had a date but I had given up on going out with girls, I was getting everything I needed from being Jerry’s foot slave. I was given instructions to be at Jerry’s house right after school; Jerry had volleyball practice that afternoon and wanted his foot slave to help get his feet ready for the dance. Jerry got home around 4 and went to his favorite chair and put his feet up on the ottoman he had on those old black sneakers, the old fashion lace-up KIDs that make his feet very ripe, as I kneeled down he smiled and told me I had a treat coming, as the shoes came off the odor hit me like a wall, he had been wearing the socks for days and during his volleyball game. I thanked him by taking off the socks with my teeth, working them down and over his heal as I rub my face in his smelly white socks, first one then the other.
I then rewarded him with a foot bath using my tongue, licking from heals to the toes, sucking each one. He was very relaxed so I started giving him a foot massage while he laid back an fell asleep. We lost track of time and the next thing I know his father was standing in the door way to the living room, Jerry and his dad live alone, his mother had left years ago. Jerry’s dad is about 6’5 and weighs about 210, he’s only 37 and has a full thick head of dark black hair, cut very short. But the first thing I really notice was that he had lace up boots that went up over his calves…they were the biggest boots I had ever seen. Turns out his dad is a line man and climbs poles all day fixing downed wires. As he looked in on the scene with me at Jerry’s feet giving him a foot massage, he didn’t seem all that surprised, just asked when we were going to get ready for the dance, which was the first we knew it was 7 pm, I had been at Jerry’s feet for three hours. Jerry jumped up and headed to his room and told me to grab his shoes and socks. Once Jerry had showered and started getting dressed he pulled out a pair of sheer dark black socks, the kind with reinforced toes and heals and very sheer everywhere else. He flopped down in the easy chair in his room and tossed me the socks and told me to dress his feet, I lifted his foot up, and gave each one a kiss before slipping those socks up over his calves and sliding his foot into the dress shoes and tying them on to his hot sexy feet.
I figure my services were done for the night, but as we walked out though the living room, Jerry’s dad called out and asked if Jerry got the laundry done that day? When Jerry responded that he lost track of time and forgot, his Dad announced that he had been wearing the same 2 pairs of shocks in his boots for 3 days an needed a clean pair. Before I knew what was happening Jerry smiled and said I could stay and do the laundry since I wasn’t going to the dance, and besides I enjoyed the smell of his socks so much that I would enjoy spending Friday night around more smelly socks, before I could protest Jerry’s dad just smiled and told me to get to work. So as Jerry went out the front door, I headed to the kitchen and started the wash, I will admit I couldn’t resist taking a few deep sniffs. There were lots of well worn pairs in two different sizes; I couldn’t help getting a good whiff of the larger ones that clearly were a working man’s socks. Little did I know I was about to become very familiar with the smell in person.
As I walked out, I mentioned that I was going to run out and grab something to eat then could come back and finish the wash. Before I could get to the door a deep voice rang out, come in here boy. I walked back into the living room and here was Jerry’s dad in his recliner with his feet up, boots still on. When I asked what he needed, he looked at me and just smiled then said, you have had my boys feet, why don’t you try a real man’s feet…take off my boots boy. I dropped to my knees at his feet and said yes sir. I started unlacing the boots just below his knees and got both boots unlaced before I pulled the first one off, as I looked at the bottom of those lace up line man boots, I could see the size 14 stamped on the bottom. As the first boot came on the odor filled the room, clearly he had the same foot odor problem as his son and after 3 days they were ripe and ready for service.
Once both boots were off, I took the first outer pair of wool socks off, to find a pair of short white work socks underneath. He seemed relaxed so I leaned in and rubbed my face on those sweaty white socks and enjoyed the smell. I looked up when I heard him clear his throat. He was smiling down and me and asked if I was enjoying myself, when I said yes sir, he told me to get the socks of and show him how much I liked his feet. I wasted no time, off came the socks and those smelly size 14s were bathed in kisses, and I started licking all over them, then I slowly took each toe in my mouth and sucked on toes that were longer than many of the boys cocks I had seen in the locker rooms. Clearly my new master was enjoying the service as there was a large bulge in his jeans. About this time the washer stopped so I went to put the cloths in the drier, when I can back into the room he was standing with his back to the door, when he heard me he said I could go get supper and come back later. Based on where I saw his hands I knew what I wanted for dinner that night was a big helping of Daddy meat.
I walked up behind him and got on my knees, then reached around and unfastened the belt on his jeans, and then unbuttoned and unzipped them. All the while I was pressing my face into the hard tight ass that was encased in those jeans like two ripe melons. I could hear a sharp intake of breath as my hands found his rock hard cock as I rubbed though his tight white briefs. I slid the jeans down and got them off him all the while kissing those firm melon ass cheeks, then the white briefs came off, but as I started to slide my hand in to grab his hard cock, he told me we should stop, my response was I was told to take care of Dad’s needs, did he really just want me to wash his socks and clean his feet when he saw what I could do with my mouth? As I finished saying this, I ran my tongue up Dads ass crack and based on the shudder of his body I had him. I gently turned him around and was rewarded with a cock as large as his sons and just as thick. I wasted no time going down on it and almost gagged when he started fucking my face with his large cock. About the same time that the buzzer on the drier when off so did Jerry’s dad, and go off did he. I think it was years since he had a blow job and even longer since he came in someone’s mouth that was eager to swallow all that he had to give. After he came he fell back into the recliner and just smiled at me. For the next few hours I finished the washing and dad whenever he was ready. It was interesting that there were three loads of wash to do and dad had three loads for me too.
Sometime that night he had slipped on a pair of shorts and had fallen asleep using me as his foot rest, I had no complaints about his still fragrant feet resting on my face. I was awoken by a hard size 12 dress shoe on my chest shaking me and asking me what was going on. I looked up at Jerry and told him that the washing was done, and that his dad had needed a good foot massage too after his long day at work. Jerry just smiled and said is that so, and then asked if his dad had gotten a full foot massage? When I said yes, he again smiled and asked if his dad enjoyed. There I was with Dads feet resting on me, one covering part of my face and Jerry’s foot still in his shoe on my chest, I was afraid I would piss Jerry off if I told the truth, but if I didn’t and his father did I would lose both of them. So I just nodded and said Dad had enjoyed three foot massages that night. Jerry started laughing and told me to get up, after I got out from under his dad’s feet, and put them up on the ottoman and covered him with an afghan, I followed Jerry back to his room. Once he was seated in his chair he told me to get his shoes off, clearly he and done a lot of dancing as those sheer socks glistened with sweat, Jerry told me they were too fine for the washing machine so I was to clean them on his feet, which I proceeded to do for the next hour, licking every inch of those socks.
Once I was done with the socks, Jerry told me he was ready for his foot massages to start, I knew by the look in his eye that he had every intention of reclaiming his foot slave, and getting more loads done then his father had. I started at his feet and licked them clean, making sure to suck every toe just the way Jerry liked it. By then there was a tent in those suit pants and I wasted no time getting them off, to be rewarded with the sight of Jerry in very small Speedo style shorts in dark black with mesh sides. Those Speedo’s were no match for his hard 10 inch cock and it was busting them at the seams to get out. Those shorts were history, off them came and Jerry fucked my mouth much like his father had but with the vigor and stamina of an 18 year old male who was hard and horny. That was the first of five times that night I had to start by sucking his toes and work my way up, around 3 am he got a little sleepy so he lay down on the bed with me at his feet to massage them as he rested, but in the mood to compete he set the alarm for every hour and from 1 am to 6 am, I learned to associate the ringing of a bell with the joy of getting my mouth pounded with a hard 10 inches.
As I got up to leave in the morning, Jerry and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, as I started to walk out the door, his dad looked up and asked if I was going to leave without kissing their feet good bye. Jerry just looked up from the paper and said under table slave. So down I went, and not just on their feet, first Jerry’s robe was slipped open and his hard ten inches was ready to be sucked dry one more time, just as he started moaning and shooting in my mouth, I could feel dad’s feet rubbing my ass, and after taking care of the son I turned around to find Dads hard 10 inches ready for my mouth again, it didn’t take long for him to be as relaxed as his son. Standing up to leave I heard Jerry’s dad ask it I would be stopping over later that night, seems Saturday was his bowling league and his feet always hurt after a few games, Jerry just laugh and said I would be there as he was in a volleyball tournament all day and would need some comforting too.
I guess it’s true, like father like son.
