by Sam
Me and my friend Matthew (whom this story involves) have been friends for about two years now.
We first met at a coffee shop while waiting in the line at the till, and found that we had similar hobbies and interests (Gaming, Reading Sci-Fi comics, etc.) so we ended up really hitting it off. Matthew himself is a bit of a giant, he stands at 6’4” and is fairly skinny, so he tends to stand out quite easily. He has wavy brown hair, that’s shaved on the sides and the back, and his eyes are a lovely shade of chartreuse. Overall, he is a bit of gentle giant type, he’s very polite and constantly apologizes for the littlest things. My physique is a contrast to Matt’s in a couple of ways, I myself am only just reaching 6’, and do have a bit more meat on my bones, nonetheless, we still get along great.
We decided that we wanted to catch up. I shot him a quick text “Hey dude, we haven’t talked in a while, wanna come over?” After a few minutes, my phone buzzed “Sure man! I’d love to talk, how about your place at 6?” “Sounds good! Can’t wait to see ya!” Perfect, we could chill out, play some games, and order a pizza! I spent most of my day looking for some good games to play and ultimately decided to just cross that bridge when we came to it.
As soon as 6 pm rolled around, I excitedly walked over to the door at the sound of the doorbell and opened to greet Matt “Hey dude! How the hell have you been?” We immediately greeted each other with an embrace “Wow, it’s so cool to finally see you again man!” Matt replied joyfully. We immediately sat on the couch to look through some games to play, and ultimately decided on FIFA 19. After a couple of rounds, Matt placed his long legs on my lap, his feet were right... on… my… lap. Shit, I’ve always had a big thing for feet, and this might have just completely ruined my focus. I couldn’t help but stare at his massive feet as they wiggled and twitched along with the action happening in the game. It was getting harder and harder to focus, and Matt was beating me by a country mile. “Hey, dude… you look like you’re having trouble focusing, you good?” Matt suddenly asked. “Yeah, yeah I’m all good” I replied “But… uh… do you mind if I… uh could maybe uh…” “You could… what?” Matt asked, perplexed “Do you mind if I uhh… It’s a weird question but, do you think I could sniff your socks?” I blurted out, nervously. We stared at each other for a couple of moments, letting the question sink in. The tension became more and more intense as mere seconds passed, would he say yes? Then, he turned to me. I looked at him, he looked at me, his gorgeous green eyes focused on mine. ”Sure man, if you want.” He said calmly, I responded as collectively as I could, but inside, my heart was beating out of my chest. He pushed his sneakers away and pulled out a pouf from under the couch and propped his feet on it. “What size are you?” I asked inquisitively, “14, it’s pretty hard to find shoes nowadays” He chuckled. Wow. “Yeah I can imagine,” I said.
As soon as I got close, the smell hit me: it was heavenly. The stench had a slight hint of cheesiness to it but was largely overpowered by a salty, sulfur-like smell. His musk was warm, as the heat was radiating off of his big feet and onto my face was humid, but I loved every second of it. His feet were now perched upon a pouf, a few inches away from my face, was I really doing this? I must’ve have been silently admiring his feet for too long as he playfully wiggled his toes and asked “Err… are you gonna do anything or?” Which immediately broke me out of my trance. “Yeah, sorry, just got a bit carried away.” Now I was finally able to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long. I pressed my nose up against his toes, and as soon as I did, the smell was hugely amplified, I took a long, deep sniff, making sure that I was taking in as much of his odor as I could. I drank in his scent hungrily, yearning for more.
The more I sniffed his smelly soles, the more I craved. No inch of his large feet was left untouched by my nose. I switched between them every so often, both of them smelling wonderful, but I needed something more. I looked back up at Matthew, who had now leaned back into the couch with his arms hanging behind it, eyes closed, and asked him if it was cool to take off his socks. As soon as he gave me a sign of approval, I hungrily peeled off his navy blue socks and was presented with the most beautiful sight I could ever behold. His sexy feet were a perfect blend of almond and peach tones, with the occasional spot of red here and there. His arches were long and slightly wrinkled, the ball of his foot was pleasantly plump and glistened slightly underneath the light and his toes were long and juicy, slightly pointed at the tip. His heels were immaculate, not a single sign of dead skin to be seen, this guy definitely took good care of his feet. I slowly caressed his slender feet, the skin on his feet were soft to the touch, like cotton almost.
At this point, my cock was rock hard and pushed against the confinements of my jeans. I cupped the heel of his foot in my hands and lifted his big toe into my mouth. The taste was godly. As my tongue danced around his long, thick toe, I could taste every flavor there was to be had. The taste itself was vinegar-like, but there was an additional salty taste as well. I sucked his toe relentlessly until the only flavor left was my own saliva, and then I moved on to the rest, each time the taste became fresh in my mouth again.
Opening my eyes, I looked up once again at Matt and noticed that he had grown a sizeable tent through his shorts as well, and was lightly rubbing on it with his hand; his eyes remained shut tight, and he moaned softly. Yes! He’s enjoying himself! I moved on from his toes and onto the rest of his meaty foot, lapping up his feet from heel to toe like a lion feasting on its prey. This drove him over the edge slightly more it seemed as his moans became slightly louder and he flexed his toes slightly. I seized the opportunity as soon as I saw it to immediately begin to massage the spaces between his toes with my tongue, which must’ve caught him off guard slightly as he let out a small twitch and giggled lightly (that must be his ticklish spot). After I had almost completely coated his feet with my tongue, I moved back to his toes, this time sticking his two big toes in my mouth at once, absorbing any trace of sweat I could. Then, I felt him move. I looked up at him, and he had now gotten his cock completely out and was jerking himself off! This made my own dribble precum like a leaky faucet. He seemed to notice this as he was now staring at me. I looked at him beggingly, desperately wanting to worship his big, thick cock. He knew this, and decided he would play with me a little, he teased me taking his foot out of my mouth and placing it on my erection, rubbing it up and down, and teasing the tip of my dick with his lengthy toes. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing me masterfully like an instrument, and I was enjoying every moment of it.
After almost tipping me over the edge, he finally let me have my reward. I now had the go-ahead to give him the blowjob of his life! I grabbed hungrily at his dick, and placed my mouth on it. I had also removed my own pants and was now getting a footjob from mats big, sexy feet. I had never experienced pleasure like it in my life! As we got more intense, Matt suddenly said: “Oh shit, man, I’m gonna cum!!” And with a roar of ecstasy, he blew his thick load into my mouth, as I did on his gorgeous feet. I swallowed every last drop of his seed.
“Wow, man, that felt… awsome! Let’s do this again sometime?” Matt said, slightly exasperated from what just took place.
Maybe I might just take him up on that offer ;)
