by Cray-Z
I remember the time I became aware of my best friend’s feet.
We’d grown up together and I, honestly, never thought of him as attractive or anything. He was a pale, fat kid who turned almost bubblegum pink in the sun.
Then something happened around the time he turned fourteen or so.
He grew taller. The chubbiness was gone. The paleness was still there, but people tended to describe it in more complimentary terms like “gorgeous alabaster skin…” and, “Wonderfully porcelain complexion…” Beautiful women were never described with such flattering descriptions! And he also lost the chubbiness in his face and became downright handsome.
Then there was his feet.
The chubby size elevens remained size elevens… but they weren’t chubby… more meaty and well-shaped. He now had perfect toes and smooth soles and they even made his socks turn me on! How? Well now when he wore his white socks the sweaty, smudgy impressions of his soles and toes were imprinted in the cotton fabric. It got to the point where I couldn’t wait until we got his house after leaving school and he’d kick off his Nikes and expose those slightly damp, slightly odorous socks to the air. I’d grow hard with anticipation before he took his sneaks off… then HARDER after he had them off and traipsed about his family’s apartment in his stocking feet. Then I’d catch a whiff of the odor of those socks and damn-near leak jizz into my pants!
Then there were those times when his feet were bare…
People who aren’t into feet are totally unaware of how crazy drive people who are into them. My buddy would wave his bare feet all around me… even stick his bare feet in my face, assuming I’d be repulsed. Yeah, I’d do some acting when that happened, but not once did he ever notice the huge bulge in my crotch!
