by Jack T
The summer right after graduating college, I had to move back in with my parents. Temporarily of course. The move was more out of the crappy situation I had found myself in.
I actually had everything planned so I wouldn’t have to go back. I had a job lined up that started in July and was planning on sticking around since our lease ended in June, enough time to move stuff after our May graduation. Unfortunately, having upstairs neighbors lends one to a certain level of unintended circumstances. Long story short, there was a massive water leak from the upstairs apartment, only worsened by the fact that when they opened up the affected areas they found undetected mold deposits. So management decided to close up and remodel both apartments. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any other units they could move us to but offered us some vouchers for nearby storage and hotel costs. My roommate and I decided to just take a check and move back with our parents, given how little time we had on our lease anyway and how little time we had left till we were moving into our new places.
So you can imagine that being in your old bedroom with boxes and boxes of stuff covering everything except a sliver of your bed was not very helpful for wanting to spend much time at home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and my younger siblings, but everyone either went to work or sports practice leaving me with not much to do or anyone to talk to.
Thankfully, close by there was a local food hangout place a lot of us used to visit when we were in high school. The first few times I went I called up a few good old friends that had stuck around, caught up and reminisced about the old times. Eventually I just went by myself to just be out of the house. And this is where the stage is set.
One afternoon while I was sitting by myself off in the corner watching an old rerun and enjoying some food, he walked in. Erick. I partly choked on my food and damn that I did since it caught his attention, and when he recognized me he flashed a big smile and came over. We shared the usual “Hey, haven’t seen you in a while, how are things going?” Anyone else in this situation is usually mildly awkward, I was a wreck trying to just keep everything together.
Erick knew I had a foot fetish. I had told him senior year of high school, feeling falsely emboldened by the approach of graduation. I had been aware of it since as long as I could remember, but hardly ever thought about bringing it up with anyone up till that point. I realize now my approach was not ideal, just messaging him over social media, telling him about it and if he’d be interested. Erick thankfully didn’t freak out or react negatively, he found it quite interesting actually, not receiving the attention but the concept of someone being attracted to feet. Makes sense now since he went on to study psychology in college. But ultimately, nothing came of it. And we both were relatively good acquaintances at that point. I was more of your average nerdy high school student, involved with a few clubs, and though he was co-captain of the soccer team, we were also in a few advance classes together so I knew he wasn’t dumb. After I disclosed my foot fetish to him, things really didn’t change, though internally I always felt so much remorse about it. Eventually we graduated, moved on to college and our lives. I had thought that I’d probably never really run into anyone, maybe until our reunions or whatever.
But there he sat across my booth. He had decided to join me, seeing that I was eating alone. I learned that he was also temporarily back in town, waiting for the start of his masters program in psychology. After some more chatting and reminiscing, there came a longer pause and I could feel the tension ratcheting up in me. I couldn’t stand it. “Hey, do you remember that time around senior year when I told you about my…foot thing?” He looked up from his food and half smirked “Yeah?” Blushing a bit I shifted in my seat, “I just wanted to apologize for that again especially looking back now at how weird and uncomfortable of a situation that put you in.” He smiled and gave a soft chuckle “You really don’t have to, I didn’t give it much thought the rest of the year, really. It was odd of course, but nothing wrong. You like what you like and you tried to shoot your shot, it’s fine.” I chuckled back “I appreciate you saying that, and yeah, I guess I feel more like an idiot than anything else.”
We continued chatting about other random things and people we hadn’t seen and eventually ended our lunch. I had walked to the place since it wasn’t terribly far from where I lived and had the extra time on my hands to enjoy a stroll through the neighborhood. He drove there and offered to give me a lift back home. I couldn’t refuse.
The car ride wasn’t long, but it was enough for him to ask after some more chit-chat, “Haha, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but can I ask, what exactly do you like to do with feet?” I looked up at him a bit and blushed but knew that he was asking from a place of genuine curiosity and not ridicule. “Well…I know everyone has different tastes and boundaries, but I like simple things like giving massages, sucking, and licking.” “Oh? Really? Huh.” He looked out the car window and back over to me, “Well that really doesn’t sound that bad” I turned to him and awkwardly chuckled “Yeah, and you’d imagine more people would jump at the opportunity since they would get a no-strings-attached foot rubbed at the least.” There was a silence after I said this. I dared not look over at his face but we came to a stop at a traffic light and I mustered the courage to just say it, “You wouldn’t be interested in trying it out now…would you?” He looked back over at me and chuckled. The light felt like it was taking forever to turn green, but it finally did and as we drove off he quickly glanced at me and said, “You know what, sure.”
Things after that were a bit of a blur, but I eventually found myself over at his house in his old room. “So what do you want me to do? Just lay back and let you do you?” “Yeah, that’s a start.” I said taking a seat on a chair he had nearby as he slipped into bed leaving his feet dangling over the edge. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Before we start, I just want to make sure I don’t cross any lines, so if there’s something I do that you don’t like, just say so.” “Will do,” as he positioned himself on his arms to view what was about to go down. I was shaking a little bit but managed to steady myself as I slowly began to undo his shoe laces and remove his shoes, leaving his short white tube socks on. “I hope they aren’t too smelly” he joked as he placed his socked toes near my nose. Seeing how good natured he was about it, I grabbed his ankles and gave a good sniff. He just chuckled. There was a smell to them that hit my nose but they were not pungent, more like that of a slight dampness. I teased him by scrunching my face before breaking into a smile, “They’re just right,” I said and started by kneading his right foot. “Have you ever had anyone give your feet this attention before?” “Actually, no, not even a massage like this. Huh, you’d think after all that soccer I’ve played, but it never came up. Though I always made sure to wear good shoes and have good support too.” I dug deeper into his arch as he finished that last phrase and elicited an “ooo” and slight foot jerk. “Oh, did that hurt?” “Haha, no, it actually felt really good, just wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” I continued in cycles, taking it slightly easier before digging deeper, enough of a build up and release for him to relax and enjoy it.
Eventually he completely relaxed, moving pillows behind him to help prop his head up slightly before laying down some more. He really was enjoying this. I paused and sniffed again, this time exploring his whole foot. He didn’t mind, remaining still as I explored. It smelled even better this time, I guess since some of the sweat had dried a bit while I massaged one or the other foot. “Are you okay with me taking off your socks now?” “Yeah, sure,” he said in a whisper kind of way, half dazed. I was transfixed, slowly tracing the new flesh that emerged. With every bit of sock that was pulled back a new line or wrinkle would emerge, and he would occasionally wiggle his toes a bit as the fresh air hit his sole. I had my face close, inspecting the new areas until his toes popped out. And there they were, right in front of me, what I had lusted for so long ago, and boy was the wait worth it. Despite having played soccer for as long as he had, his feet were gorgeous. He had very manly and athletic feet, with some hair on the tops and on the toes, well defined contour and arch, and toes that were a nice length and just the right amount of meaty at the head. I began to massage again, “Ooo, oh…mmm” he whispered again, “This feels a lot better…mmm…” I could see from his facial expressions that I was digging into some deep tensions in his feet, both a mix of slight pain but instant relief. After exploring what seemed like every inch of his feet with my hands, I decided it was time to notch things up again.
“Are you ready for this?” “Ready for…ooo…” I didn’t let him finish before I planted my first kiss right in the center of his sole, having wet my lips generously right before to maximize the effect. He didn’t budge, head still thrown back and eyes closed. I kissed my way down and up his sole, finally making it to the top of his big toe, opening up and sucking it. “Ooo…” I felt his foot jerk back slightly but gently held his ankle in place. After he relaxed and got comfortable with the new sensation of having his toe sucked, I gently massaged his sole as my tongue snaked around his toe inside my mouth, taking in all the flavors and textures. I repeated this and made my way through the rest of his toes, particularly liking the taste of his pinky toe. I darted my tongue back and forth through his toes before attempting to take all of them into my mouth, coating his toes in salvia that dripped onto his soles, which I used as “oil” on his soles. I raised his ankle a bit higher in the air and generously licked up and down his sole, exploring every wrinkle and crevasse on his foot. I was in absolute heaven. He was really enjoying this too, from the constant and muffled “mm’s” and “oo’s” I heard. It also didn’t fail to dawn on me that he had begun to enjoy this new found attention in other ways as well, one hand gently placed and rubbing his chest and the other on his crotch gently stroking his dick through his shorts. It had actually been some time before I realized this, having been so enraptured with his feet.
I paused, “Well, it looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this” I said coyly. “Do you want me to help you with that too?” At this point it seemed like he snapped out of a trance “Huh? Oh, haha.” He sat up a bit and I could see that he was blushing. When we were chatting earlier I was under the impression that he was straight, having only mentioned a few girlfriends in college. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable and understand if that crosses the line for you, but just thought I’d offer.” He chuckled again, a bit unsure of how to respond. I sat there gently rubbing his foot, staring back at him. He had looked off to the side a bit before looking me in the eyes. I could see a bit of hesitation but also lust. “Don’t worry about reciprocation” I said, “You letting me do this to you covers that. You can think about it like an extension of the service these got,” I said as I gently spidered my fingers up his soles, which caused his feet to twitch slightly and elicited a slight chuckle from him, breaking some of the tension.
“Hah, okay, but this doesn’t mean…” I just motioned with my hands to interrupt him, “Of course, just enjoy it.” He paused slightly before he pushed the pillows away and stood up to take off his shorts, briefs, as well as his shirt. And my goodness! While it had been some time since we left high school, his body was still incredible. Not heavily built, but there was a slight outline of abs, nice development in his arms, his pectorals were well defined, and he had just the right amount of hair on his chest. I sat there soaking it all in, and my eyes wandered downward. And his dick…well, I’ll save that for the next part…
