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We had a pool and all the neighbors always came over to swim. Bryan was always making cracks about my feet; in socks, my cool bare feet, and he was always sticking his smelly socks in my face, as well as his feet and shoes. Especially his wrestling shoes. How great those wrestling shoes smelled. I tried not to take much notice because I thought he was just being a smart-ass about the whole thing. He was a major big jock at the high school and I was sure he did not have the foot fetish I did. One Saturday Bryan came by very early in the morning. He came in the kitchen door, he never knocked, smiled at me and said, "That brother of yours out of bed yet."
I just shook my head, "No."
I looked over at him to see his magnificent body in a tight tee shirt, jean shorts, and a pair of white crew socks with black wrestling shoes ankle high, laces lose at the top and fixed in a knot on each lace to just dangle to the sides of the shoe. I was ready to drool and could feel my groin attempting to expand. I fought this desire and continued to get my breakfast ready. He came over to the counter I was standing at and stood behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I had to fight my desires. Bryan was my brother's best friend and a major jock. He was a wrestler and as he stood behind me I could feel his strong controlling hands touch my shoulders. It sort of hurt, but the squeeze was quick then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "great desert boots, new?" Then he stuck his tongue in my ear. It was very wet and felt so sensual and made me shoot to an erection, as the warm saliva collected in my ear.
Without thinking I turned to look at him, ready to do I don't know what, because as I turned I saw his face - a great Italian, chiseled face. He was about my height and had massive shoulders with muscle definition that pushed through the tee shirt like the sculptures in the art museums. His massive legs were full of dark hair that surrounded his bulging thigh muscles. I began to speak and noticed the bulge in his pants. Before I could say anything he looked down at my bulging groin and gave it a quick squeeze and a very smart-ass chuckle, as he winked at me. He turned away quickly as he heard my brother coming down the stairs. I turned to the counter praying for my erection to relax. Thinking about what had just happened I began to get paranoid. Was Bryan playing me to make a fool of me? He had to be straight, he had more girls after him than there were at the high school and he always bragged on his women conquests.
My brother Preston, came in the room and yelled a, "Hey, Bryan shit. What are you doing here so early," as they moved toward each other in a wrestling cock fight greeting.
Bryan said, "Getting your lazy ass out of bed." I turned my head to see the interaction and then Bryan looked over at me and said, "Old Jeff boy is already up and ready to go." as he looked down at my feet and up to my crotch. With that said he gave a wink and a chuckle as they both left the room. I was right - Bryan was a foot man. But he was my Brother's best friend and I knew they never did anything like that.
"I must steer away from this temptation," I thought, and ignore the present invitation. About 10:30, the Saturday swim-a-thon began. I felt it best, under the present circumstances, to stay in my room for a while. Bryan stuck his head in my bedroom door saying, "Everybody is in the pool Jeff, coming swimming." I looked over from my desk and said, "Maybe later." My socks and shoes were on the floor beside the bed. I had worn the same socks and shoes for two days and took them off to allow them to air. Bryan stepped into the room closing the door behind him. He bent down and picked up the socks and took a long whiff.
"Great," he said. My cock was racing to a bulge - my balls sweating and aching. He then picked up the shoes and sniffed and felt them inside and out, saying as he looked inside the shoe, "Hey, size 9 shoe, man, cool, mine too. Well, actually these wrestling shoes are an 81/2 but 9's feel good too. Mind if I try them on."
"No, I mumbled" trying not to appear interested or aware of his intentions. He removed his black ankle high wrestling shoes and his socks. Bryan slid one of my socks on the right foot pulled it to his nose and smelled it.
Wriggling his toes he sighed and moaned a soft, "Ummm. Yes." He put on the other sock and I guess he noticed my starring because he swung his legs up on the bed and wiggling his toes and rubbing his feet together he said, "Really nice, Jeff, absolutely perfect all musty, but sweet and sweaty and slightly gooey feeling in the toe and arch."
I was trying hard to remain uninterested shook my head and said, "Yeah right, Bryan, and only you would get into that." And then I turned to the desk pretending to be busy at work. The only work I was busy at was trying to erase the image of his bare feet, absolutely perfect in design, now with my socks on them, from my mind. Bryan's feet were thick wide toes with nicely rounded and plump big toes - the truly perfect sucking kind. They were indeed perfectly structured feet, strong and pulsing with veins surrounded by that dark ebony hair of his. Each toe splattered with a clump hair on the center of the perfect structure of male toe. I was sure I was about to loose some juice.
Then Bryan shocked me ---- he threw his socks over and said, "Here Jeff, smell these." He lifted my shoes to his nose and began inhaling again, looked up at me and smiled, "Go on man, smell them you want too." He slid his gorgeous feet into my shoes. I was loosing control and smelled the socks, the feel of the sweaty socks in my hand and against my nose were driving me wild! I quickly threw them down and said, "Okay, that was great." If I could only express how great it was! Bryan came over to the desk.
Standing not a full foot from me he said, "They smelled good didn't they, Jeff. And you loved smelling them, touching them and wanted to rub them on your face. Didn't you," sticking his shoes in my face he said, "Smell these. Smell the sweat stained canvas, the sweat the awesome musty sweat smell. Now lick them Jeff and rub your face on the sides." I didn't have to try to do any of the things Bryan was asking, because he did, he was making me do it as he said each thing. He was smiling ever so grandly and my pants we expanding rapidly. Bryan brought the socks to my face and ran them down the side of my jaw line and up my chin. He stopped for a moment and rubbed the wettest part of the sock toe in the deep clef of my chin, I let out a long moan.
Speaking in a deep sensual tone Bryan said, "I love that hole in your chin Jeff, it is so damn sexy. I want to fuck it with my tongue." He then moved the socks across my mouth as I bit them he forced them to my nostrils. A deep breath and I was no longer in control. Bryan pulled the socks away from my face and stepped back a step. "Here, Jeff, put on these socks and shoes." Looking down at my groin he smiled with a sensual laugh and said, "I can see it is time we got properly introduced." Nodding my head an entranced, "yes" Bryan put the socks in my hand and leaned down to my face and began sucking my chin as his tongue began working circles in my clef. He was in fact doing what he had said --fucking my chin hole. While he was working a real number on my chin he pushed my hands with the sock in them to my groin and rubbed up and down and back and forth making me ooze pre-cum. He stopped and looked down at my feet, dropping to his knees he began licking my toes collectively, then individually, and then around and between each one. With a quick grab he pulled both feet together and gave a long hard suck on both big toes at the same time. He was a pro. Sitting back on his haunches, he motioned to me to put the socks on. I put the socks on. They were sweaty and clammy to my already sweating feet. Bryan took the wrestling shoes in his hands and ran them on the insides of my legs, clear up to the thighs and back down. I was going crazy and he was moaning and sighing just as rapidly as myself. He slipped the wrestling shoes on my feet. The shoes fit snug making the warm dampness of the insides even more exciting.
I lifted my right leg up to smell the foot and shoe together. Bryan sighed and said as he stood up, " Oh, yes, Jeff, yes." I looked up and the bulge in Bryan's pants was enormous even with his hand over it, as he rubbed. His wad gave the appearance that he had to be housing at least a 9 inch cock. I let out a trembling sigh and gasp of excitement at the sight. Bryan had always appeared to be gorgeous in his swim trunks but never were tight ones leaving a mystery about the package he had underneath. What was inside those trunks was more then I had ever really dreamed of. Bryan had always been the foot teaser but I had always ignored it and moved on my merry way. He at times was annoying, because I wanted him to stop before I got too involved and excited. Now he was not a foot in front of me and I was in ecstasy, I prayed he wasn't just getting me all excited to make an ass of me. So, in efforts to appear new to this. As I looked up to his face, with sort of a shy "now what?" expression on my face, Bryan took off his tee and dropped it at my feet. I watched it fall, fresh sweat stains in the pits and on the back and chest. I felt a shiver of excitement run up and back down my spine. I looked up and saw his pecs starring me in the eyes. Strong, well-toned, fully firm hair scatted pecs. Pecs with erect dark brown nipples, with sweat sparkles winking at me. I am sure I had drool running out of the corners of my mouth as Bryan lifted me from my chair by grabbing hold of my shoulders. He looked at me smiled and held the back of my head as he pushed my face to his pecs.
Saying with a deep sexy voice, "Suck my tits Jeff, hard and wet." I obliged. The wetness of his sweat-covered pecs, the firmness of his nipples, the power of his breathing and the feel of his sweaty sock and shoes mixing with my sweating, twitching feet sent my cock oozing a massive pre cum, my briefs now more than just damp. I looked down at his feet inside my shoes and socks. His feet were moving feverishly inside the shoes and they looked even more incredible inside my shoes with his massively muscular legs stretching up from his ankles to his bulging groin. He moved his hand to unzip my shorts and looked down starring at my feet moving wildly inside his shoes. "You're so fucking hot, Jeff. I have wanted you for at least a year," he said, grabbing hold of my raging erection through my briefs.
"And me you." I gasped as his strong man hand attached to my pole. Even though it was on my briefs it felt like he was putting his raw skin next to my aching cock. With that he slide his tongue into my mouth and throat. I returned the tongue favor and we tongue fucked for at least 15 minutes. But what to do about Bryan's jean shorts? Should I just rip them off him? The heat was definitely on. He took care of that for me. He unbuckled and unzipped his shorts and in an instant they were on the floor, his feet stepping out of them. He was wearing boxer shorts under his jeans. He had gone so far as to take off the jeans, so I reached in the side of the boxers and slid them down. 9 inches, hell! He was a full thick ten! An Italian stallion cock for sure. Bryan looked at me and smiled as he took my hand and pushed it to his cock and balls, making me squeeze and massage his hard, warm, sweaty, throbbing, oozing cum, perfect package. I rubbed the Italian juice up and down his shaft and on to his ball sack making him moan and sigh, speaking low "yes, yes, oh yes..."
Continued In Part 2
