by FootboySD
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I was hurrying back from the library after studying for finals. I couldn't believe that there were only six hours to sleep before the big exam. I just wanted to get into bed and get some ZZZs. As I was quickly walking through the brisk middle-of-the-night air, I noticed someone stumbling toward me. It was Chad Wright, the hottest guy on my floor.
I'd often lusted after him and his gorgeous body, especially when he was playing on the soccer team. I'd imagine getting my face into those hot, sweaty spikes and the grass-stained steamy smelly soccer socks, right down to the searing hot, tender soles of his size 11 feet. I wondered what he was doing up so late at night. As we met on the sidewalk, I could tell he was pretty drunk.
"Hey Rick," he said, slurring slightly. "Wanna have a drink with me in my room? I finished my last exam today and I'm celebrating."
I knew his roommate was gone and I'd get a chance to be one-on-one with him while his defenses were down. What a great opportunity. But shit! I still had my calc exam tomorrow. In six hours! I questioned my sanity as I agreed to accompany Chad to his room. We got into the room and Chad pulled out a couple of beers from the fridge. I sat on the couch while Chad settled into his bed. He brought his feet up on the bed. I got a nice view of his white sweatsox coming out of his Nike hightops and continuing up under his jeans.
Suddenly he didn't seem so drunk, as he seemed to smirk at me when he started slowly untying his sneakers and said, "Man, I could really use a foot massage."
I didn't miss my cue. I walked over to Chad's bed and joined my hands to his, untying his left shoe. He released his grip and slid back down on the bed with a big smile on his face. I couldn't believe it! He wanted this as much as me! I continued untying the shoe, running my fingers along the inside of his shoe to help loosen the shoestrings. His warm slightly-soiled socked foot emerged from the shoe and into my hands. I buried my face into it's sole to feel and smell the warmth of the foot and sock as Chad lightly moaned. I ran my right hand up and down underneath his pantleg while my left hand held his foot up for me to take in my face.
"Wait a minute," Chad suddenly said. "I want your feet, too. Let me see those loafers up here."
I naturally obliged. I snuggled onto his bed, facing his feet as he held mine, slowly loosening my laces. What a great position I was in. I pulled off his other shoe as he pulled off my first. We each gently massaged the other's foot, feeling it's tenderness while smelling it's muskiness. We continued on like that for a long time. Each of us massaging, sniffing, licking, nipping each others feet. I was so content. The feel of Chad's teeth gently scraping the bottom of my bare soles, his gentle fingers rubbing my toes. The touch of his slender bare feet on my lips. The smell of his socks and the squirming wiggling toes while I gently nipped at the balls of his feet.
It was some night. I glanced over at the clock on his dresser. What? 7:30? We had been going at it for nearly six hours! And I had a calc final in 30 minutes!! I hurriedly explained my predicament to Chad as I quickly started putting on my footgear. We both laughed about what excuse I'd give the prof if I missed the final exam.
"You see, Professor McKennon, on the way home from studying for the exam, I ran into this really hot guy who was also into feet, so we went back to his place and played with each other's feet so long that I had sex right through the entire exam period. Sorry. Is there a make-up?"
