by Jesse Fox
The day had finally arrived; move in day.
As I sat in the passenger seat, my dad driving us toward the school I’d be attending, I couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about how this day would go. “You excited about moving in kiddo?” my dad asked, turning to me with his signature toothy grin. “Yeah, just a little nervous” “Nervous? Why?” “I don’t know, just worried about making friends, getting along with my roommate, stuff like that” I explained hoping he’d have some comforting advice. “Charlie, you’re the best kid I know. You’re smart, funny, kind, and I’m sure you’ll have to beat the ladies away with a stick” he joked as his eyes returned to the road. I’d nearly forgotten that my dad still assumed I was straight, but that was a bridge I’d cross when I came to it. “Yeah, I guess everyone is probably feeling this right now” “I’m sure” he agreed before squeezing my knee like he’d done a million times.
A whole hour had passed since my heart to heart with dad in the car and I was currently unpacking in my room. The room advisor, Jay, said my roommate’s name was Sam, whom I still hadn’t met. However my R.A. Jay was quite the looker, which did help settle my nerves. He was a buff guy with dark hair and seemed pretty chill. He was wearing a red t-shirt, navy blue shorts and flip flops. As I was putting a shirt on a hanger I heard “Hey there” from behind me. I turned around to see who I assumed was my roommate. “Sam?” “That’s me” “Charlie” “Nice to meet ya Charlie” “You aren’t from here are you” asked with a slight giggle, hinting at his accent. “Oh yeah, I’m from Georgia” “Wow, that’ a long way from home” “Well I wanted to see another part of the country and I heard this place has a great roping team” “Roping?” “You know like horses…” he explained. “Oh, duh” realizing how much sense that made. “Well I’m gonna finish unpacking, you want to get some lunch soon?” “That’d be awesome man” he eagerly agreed as he sat his stuff down. Sam was the picturesque southern boy with a toothy grin, southern draw, and a charismatic charm. He was also quite cute.
Later that night I was laying on my bed watching some Youtube videos and Sam was reading some type of magazine about horses or something. Feeling comfortable around Sam so far, I’d felt relaxed enough to go bare foot. I was sporting a grey tank top and black gym shorts at the time. It was around 10 p.m. and we had a lamp on, the only light in the room but it was fairly bright. Out the corner of my eye I noticed Sam looking at something other than his magazine. I carefully turned my head slightly to see what was in his line of vision without him realizing. It was my feet. I should let you know ever since I was about 12 I’d been very shy about my feet. For some reason they felt very vulnerable to me and I made it a point to keep them covered from most people. I kept them clean and the amount of time they spent in shoes resulted in some ridiculously smooth soles that couldn’t stroll across grass without a giggle or two. Ten minutes later he was still locked on my size 10's, trying to be secretive but I knew. They must have been pretty nice. I wanted nothing more than to ask him why he was staring at my feet but I didn’t know him well enough to be so forward so I sucked it up and just continued watching videos until I chose to go to bed about an hour later.
The next day I had woken up early, earlier than Sam so I hopped in the shower. The bathroom was connected to the room so when I came out in my boxers I walked over to my bed and started dressing. I could feel eyes on me. I turned to my side pretending to look for something when I saw him squirm a bit in his bed. He was facing me and looked asleep but I wasn’t sure. I was on the fence to test Sam’s interest but while still bare foot I used one foot to scratch the back of my other leg for nearly 15 seconds. I sensed some serious movement from Sam and was now sure of his attention. Suddenly his alarm clock started going off loudly and he jumped up to shut it up. Only wearing his light blue boxers, I noticed something new with my roommate; a huge rager.
He quickly sat back down after hitting the clock and tried to calm his excitement. “Morning” I said with a grin. “Morning” he answered, obviously a little embarrassed. I normally would’ve chalked it up to morning wood but I knew he’d been awake for at least a few minutes watching my feet. After checking his phone he made his way to the bathroom and I heard the shower begin. I should warn you I’m not usually this bold but I wanted to see how far I could push my roomie, to see how obvious he would make his admiration. When he walked out of the bathroom I was laying on my stomach pretending to check twitter, my feet in the air behind me, my socks only half on. His reaction gave him away. The southern cutie stopped in his tracks and shuffled toward his bed to get dressed, stealing glances at me every few seconds. I could tell he was growing more nervous.
I would wiggle my toes in the white ankle socks and rub them together to tease him further. I know this seems cruel but I actually enjoyed the attention. The lingering tension in the room led me to break the silence. “So, Sam are you dating anyone?” “No, I had a girlfriend before I came here but we broke up, you?” “I had a summer fling with this guy but nothing too serious” “Oh...didn’t realize you were gay, man” “Oh, yeah. I haven’t seriously dated anyone yet though” “I’ll have to be honest and let you know I haven’t been around many gay folks. You’re probably like my second. I’m fine with it though, just so we’re clear” he assured in that sweet southern drawl. “I’m glad” I responded with a smile.
“Man you have some of the cleanest feet I’ve ever seen” I shared after seeing how neatly his nails were trimmed and the lack of dry skin. “Wow, thanks man. Nobody’s ever told me that before” he said in a timid voice. I could tell he was worried that I knew he liked mine. “Sam, listen…we’re gonna be living together for a while so I think we should be honest with each other. I know you’ve been staring at my feet.” The minute I said that he immediately went to denying it and apologizing. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. People have foot fetishes, it’s not that big a deal really” He let out a sigh of relief and sat on his bed. “That’s why I try to keep mine nice. I notice other guys’ so I assume they notice mine. I won’t look at yours anymore if it bothers you” he explained. “It’s cool man. Your secret is safe with me” I assured, patting him on the shoulder.
It had been a week since our talk and we were becoming really close. That Thursday he came in really stressed out. “What’s wrong dude?” “It’s this freaking history class. I have a quiz tomorrow and I’m gonna fail. I suck at test taking and if I fail this quiz my roping instructor will find out” he explained with a very troubled expression. Now I was aware of foot fetishes and I knew people liked to lick them and other do other things with them so I figured I’d go out on a limb and help my new mate out. “I know how to motivate you to get a good grade. If you make at least a B, I’ll let you touch my feet” I suggested with an unsure voice. His face lit up like he’d won the lottery, “Really? You wouldn’t be weirded out?” Before I got to college I would have never done anything like this but what can I say? I was changing. “I’m not into it but if it helps you…” “Ain’t you just the nicest guy ever” he said, hugging me a bit.
Friday afternoon rolled around and I was reading a book for class on my bed. Sam bust into the room and tossed me the quiz; B-. “Holy shit, I honestly didn’t think you’d pull it off” “Time for you to pull them off Charlie boy” he announced. “Did we shake on that bet?” I asked, hoping he’d put stock in the loophole. “Oh…no hand em’ over” he said as he sat on my bed. I tossed my sneakered feet to him and he put them in his lap. He tugged my shoes off, peeling my socks back a bit in the process. “They might smell a bit” I warned, “Only a little, not too bad” he replied. He began massaging my feet slowly, moving his strong fingers up and down one of them with both hands. He’d apply a healthy amount of pressure with his thumbs and use the rest of his digits to almost support the pressure, and God it felt so good. I didn’t wanna let on that I was enjoying this so I worked to hide the pleasure I was experiencing. I could tell he’d done this before, his finesse was beautiful and he knew just how to handle them.
After a minute or two he pulled my socks the rest of the way off, revealing my tan bare feet he’d so desired. He started back massaging them, his nail accidently scratching my heel at one point. “AH!” I let out, yanking that foot back. “Oh shit, Charlie boy’s ticklish!” he shouted in excitement. “No! No I’m not!” I denied as I quickly snapped out of the pleasure induced relaxation he’d put me in. He swiftly wrapped his arm around the foot still in his lap and proceeded to wiggle his roping fingers on my sole wildly. I thrashed on the bed in response, hating every second of this. He giggled at my discomfort and continued his relentless torture, keeping his grip steady on my ankle. I should mention the only person who’d tickled me in the last five years was my dad and he only targeted my feet when he really wanted to see me lose it. Sam’s fingers felt like a million on my overly sensitive sole and after a few minutes of my unhinged movement and crazy laughter I managed to slip my foot out of his grasp.
“Woah nelly, you’re as bad as the horses!” he exclaimed. My next move took him by surprise. I used one foot to pin him to the ground while my other pressed against his hairless face. He didn’t know how to act at first but within seconds his inner desires took over and he was licking my toes sensually like a pro. What was I doing?? Two days ago I contemplated even letting Sam see my naked feet and now I was forcing him to worship them. I wasn’t familiar with this more domineering side of myself but I liked it. Sam began letting out small moans as his tongue slithered between my digits and I grinned at his pleasure. It made me feel so powerful to have such control. His eyes closed in ecstasy as his boner grew in his shorts and his mouth continued to serve my nearly perfect soles. It did tickle every now and then but when it did I would correct him, soon moving my other foot toward his crotch, massaging his hard-on as he continued.
“Ooohhhh” he let out as I worked him with my bare foot he so enjoyed. The moment was surreal for both of us and I loved every second that passed. Within 5 minutes his face illustrated the euphoric sensation as I felt the warmth of his pleasure overload under my sole on his shorts and I knew I’d done well. He just lied there as he gathered his composure and I watched him regain a normal breathing pattern. Sam opened his puppy dog eyes to meet mine and I gave him a wink before returning to my book. “Nice job, Sammy” I added as he stood up. “Thanks, you were incredible…” “Maybe if you play your cards right you’ll get them again sometime. Your mouth seems experienced” “Yeah our ranch hand back home had some beauties I used to treat at times”
“Well these are the only feet you worship from now on” I explained in my most asshole of voices. “Whatever you say, Charlie” he agreed with a smile. I felt like a god that day.
