Leo and I had known each other since we’d started at the school aged 13, and had been fooling around since then, but it wasn’t until we’d left school and started university that he fully revealed his foot fetish. Leo was strikingly handsome: flame red hair, green eyes, and a winning smile that had charmed many an unwary guy. At 6’2 Leo was slightly taller than me, but our bodies were pretty similar, toned by years of playing rugby and football in the winter and cricket and tennis in the summer. After school we’d gone to the same university and ended up shacking up together in a small flat near the town centre. Neither of us was looking for anything serious, so our flat rarely contained just the two of us, but we still found time to have fun together a few times a week. That’s how things stood before the reveal.
He told me when we were enjoying a quiet night in, after dinner. We were lounging around on the sofa, in front of some forgettable movie. I was in my jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, he was just wearing some boxers and an open dressing gown, revealing the six pack he’d built up over the last few years. I’d always liked Leo in a dressing gown. Suddenly he turned to me.
‘You know how we’ve always had fun together, and done some pretty off-piste stuff?’ he asked.
‘Yeah,’ I replied, smiling as I remembered some of them.
‘Well…’ he started, before looking at me and taking a deep breath, ‘well, I’ve got a fetish, I mean I’ve had for ages, as long as I can remember. I didn’t just develop it. But I’ve never mentioned it, I never knew if you’d want to try it with me, and I want to do it with you.’ He stopped, and I looked at him curiously. He’d never been nervous about this sort of stuff before, and we’d always been very open about the weirder parts of our sexual landscapes.
‘I don’t seem why not,’ I shrugged, ‘I mean as long as it’s nothing too weird. It’s not shit is it? You don’t want me to shit on you?’ I said the last bit jokingly, pushing his shoulder, and he hit me with a pillow while shouting no and telling me my mind was perverted for even going there. I grinned at him, ‘so what is it? You can tell me. We can do it now, not as if we’ve got loads of plans.’ I gestured around out empty flat.
He took a deep breath and then said, quite simply, ‘I like feet.’ I didn’t reply, waiting for him to elaborate. He took the hint and continue, ‘I always have. I’ve done things with other guy’s feet before, and that’s been great, but I really want to play with your feet.’ He emphasised the word ‘your’, and looked at my bare feet, resting on the coffee table that was between us and the TV. I looked at them too, not really getting it. As far as I could see my feet were pretty standard. 1 heel a piece, arches, 5 toes. I mean I knew they weren’t Hobbit feet, but I’d never really considered them worthy of sexual arousal, but Leo clearly thought otherwise as he glanced between me and my feet, with an almost anxious expression. I mean I wasn’t blind to my mate’s fetish. I’d noticed that he sometimes kissed my feet when he was fucking me and my feet were up near his face, but hadn’t realised it was a full blown fetish.
‘What would you wanna do with my feet?’ I asked, thinking it best to find out before I committed to anything.
Leo laughed nervously and then said ‘worship them. You have lovely, amazing, feet, and I wanna worship them. Massage them when you get home and their tired, kiss them, lick them, suck your toes. I want to smell your socks after you’ve been playing football, wash them with my mouth, prize them off your feet with my teeth and tongue, bathe your feet with my tongue. And I wanna fuck your feet, cum on them’ He’d rushed on with this explanation and looked worried, like he’d said too much. Like he thought I might be scared off. I wasn’t scared off; I was slightly taken aback by the vehemence with which he wanted my feet, surprised by the rapidity with which his cock had tent poled in his boxers, but I wasn’t scared. This still seemed relatively mild on the kink scale, and more vanilla than some things we’d tried. But this foot fetish was clearly more important to Leo than the other things we’d tried.
I laughed, and Leo looked hurt, clearly worried that I was laughing at him. I stopped, smiled, and gestured towards my feet, still resting on the coffee table. ‘Have at them,’ I said, ‘I guess you can worship them if you want.’ I still couldn’t quite see the attraction of my feet, but my words clearly pleased him, and caused a grin to break out on his handsome face. He sprung up, leaned over me, and planted a kiss on my forehead, as he tended to do when particularly pleased with something I’d said or done. Then, before I really saw him move, Leo was kneeling naked by the coffee table, his nose running the length and breadth of my foot, from ankle to toes, from toes to heel, and back.
‘What should I do?’ I asked, unsure what he needed from me. Apparently he needed very little from me, and said I should just continue watching the film. I tried to, but there was no chance. My best mate was fawning over my feet, one hand holding my foot with almost religious delicacy, while the other fondled his stiff, erect cock. I had to watch.
After sniffing my feet for a good five minutes, and evidentially enjoying their aroma, he started to place gentle kisses on the tops of my feet. At first he barely let his lips touch my skin, fleeting contact between mouth and foot seemed to be all he dared, but soon he was planting full on kisses across the tops and sides of my feet, occasionally bold enough to kiss my soles. Then he moved around so that his face was looking straight into the soles of my feet, and started kissing them, not the way he had kissed their tops, but passionately. I could feel his tongue swiping at my feet with every kiss, and it tickled, but it also felt great. I was really starting to enjoy myself, and was surprised to feel my cock twitching in my trackys.
Gradually, his tongue got more and more involved, so that before long he was licking my feet, rather than kissing them. That’s when he started to lick them from heel to toes, never allowing his tongue to touch my toes. He made pass after pass on my both my feet, covering their soles in his spit, wanking his cock as he moaned in pleasure. It was clear he was in heaven.
Then Leo stuck his face into my feet, so that his nose was in the dome made by my arches, and he rested there, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste my feet. It was in that position that he came for the first time, sending ropes of cum onto the carpet, but his cock didn’t soften, and he didn’t slow his wanking. It seemed my feet could keep him going.
When he came up after burying his face in my feet he kissed the tips of each of my toes gently, and then took each one in his mouth and sucked it, until it glistened with his saliva, until he seemed happy that it had received enough attention. Then he dug between my toes with his tongue, clearly savouring the stronger taste that lingered there. I was really enjoying the way his mouth was working on my toes and my cock was now definitely hard. I’d abandoned all pretence of watching the film and had slipped my cock out of the waistband of my trackys and was pumping away, my eyes locked on my best friend literally salivating over my feet.
Leo then decided to try and take as much of my foot into his mouth as he could. He managed, somehow to work his mouth around all my toes and then started to to try and take more of my foot into his mouth. I could feel his spit drenching my foot, and he was clearly starting to struggle, a few coughs escaping from him as he held as much of my foot in his mouth as he could. He began to pull back, surfacing for air, and grinned as he looked up and saw my cock leaking precum. His was still hard though he hadn’t touched it since he’d started sucking in my foot. Then Leo started to lick my feet all over, with a kind of fury that hadn’t been there before. He seemed determined to get as much of feet as wet as possible, his tongue flying over every inch of them. When they were pretty drenched, he lifted them by the heels, and stuck his cock between them. With a look of delight on his face like I’d rarely seen, he started thrusting his cock and in and out of the gap between my feet, fucking them for all he was worth. He encouraged me to help him by jerking my feet backwards and forwards, and I was happy to oblige, my own cock being pretty near to bursting by this point.
He came first, just. His first jet went mostly up my legs, but his second and third were less powerful, covering my feet in his thick white cum. I followed him closely, and sent a wave of cum flying down towards him. We grinned at each other; he re-joined me on the sofa, leaving my feet cum-soaked, saying he enjoyed the view. We laughed, and kissed on the sofa for a bit, before retiring to bed for the night, both knowing that would not be the last time we spent an evening with Leo at my feet.
