by TGIbriday
My life changed the night I watched my dad undress my brother’s unconscious best friend.
My brother Torin and his soccer teammate Kyle Unger had gotten plastered at a bar while “celebrating” the life of their beloved and recently deceased high school soccer coach (heart-attack on the golf course). They were both underaged for the bar, but not for this story, mind you.
Kyle was practically out cold by the end of the night, but my brother managed to get him to our house where he could sleep off the Mudslides and (from the smell) moonshine. My father was mad as heck at Torin, but he decided to save the yelling and the lecture for the morning (if he had time, because he had a work shift that would begin at 5am). He [my dad] decided that the best thing to do was to get Kyle undressed and tucked into bed (!!!) in the guest bedroom, then go back to his own room and try to get some sleep. My mom told me to go back to bed, but I made up excuses to stay up and linger… and watch things.
You have to understand that, unlike my older bro and his best friend, I was a virgin. And a closeted gay virgin with a foot fetish at that! I was just a ball of confusion at that time and had gotten used to lustily suffering in silence. As for my bro’s best friend Kyle… he was tall and handsome with curly brown hair, emerald-green eyes, a toned body and feet that I’d been hungering after since he’d turned about ----teen years old! Before then I hadn’t seen him barefoot. But that magical day at Evelyn Posey’s pool party (about two years before this current night when my bro practically carried Kyle’s sexy passed-out form into our house) … I saw his bare feet (plus the bare feet of all the other guys at that party) and I nearly fainted and fell into the deep end! Some people faint at the sight of blood, but I come close to losing consciousness whenever lust causes the blood to leave my head in order to harden my penis!
Anyway, watching my dad undress the now passed-out young soccer player was an event.
And Dad was so calm and emotionless as he did it! I mean, I know my dad was straight, but Kyle was so hot that I couldn’t believe that even he could remain so stoic as he maneuvered the hot young soccer player’s limp body and removed articles of his clothing piece by piece. And Kyle, out cold and boneless like a ragdoll, just slumped all over the place. Even while totally unconscious he was … again … HOT! My father pulled off this sexy sleeping youth’s shoes and I audibly gasped … but luckily Dad didn’t hear me. When the faint fragrance of the young soccer player’s socked feet hit my nose, I got dizzy! Still, I managed to stay conscious and kept watching.
I thought Dad was going to take off Kyle’s socks as well, but he didn’t. He unbuttoned and removed the soccer player’s shirt. Then he pulled off the senseless youth’s white tank top…subsequently revealing Kyle’s sweaty toned chest and pink, suckable male-nipples.
When Dad was about to unbuckle the young man’s pants, he stopped, sighed, turned to me and said, “Brian, can you finish getting him undressed? Torin’s passed out in your room, and I really have to get up early tomorrow—”
“Sure, Dad.” I said, trying my best not to joyfully scream the words out. I was practically ready to salute as I said this to my father… while my penis was already saluting in my pajama pants.
Dad smiled tiredly, rubbed my hair and said, “Thanks, Bri. Just get him out of those clothes and toss a coverlet over him. He’ll be fine. Oh, remember to put his head to side, so if he throws up he won’t choke on the vomit.”
Okay, ew.
And he left me there. Alone in the guest bedroom with our hot, passed-out “guest”!
I waited until I was sure Dad was in his room. Glad he liked to close his bedroom door whenever guests were in the house. And that door was so squeaky I would know way in advance if he or Mom came out of it.
So I boldly, excitedly knelt down at the end of the bed.
I could smell this complex sweaty aroma as it circulated up from the now snoring Kyle’s warm socked feet. I hesitated and then dared to raise the left foot in my hands to my face. I remember the comforting smell of the leather and warmth emanating from these feet. I brought both his socked doggies within inches of my face. I immersed myself in the smell of his sweat coming from his steamy white socks. Nice and erotic/exotic … not raunchy. My already hard penis started to twitch in my pajama pants. Really!
He was wearing cotton socks--white with the undersides showing pale dirty gray indentations of his toes and the pads of his feet. These were the results from wear and his wonderful sweat. The socked feet were warm and damp. My heart was racing as I lowered my head and buried my nose in the soft material. Again, it was a delicate and complex fragrance … a combination of the ensole of the Nikes he had been wearing, the worn cotton, and (of course) the sweat from Kyle’s feet.
Then I seized his right foot with the intention of taking off the socks.
Rolling the sock off Kyle's wide toes, I placed my brother’s best friend’s foot in my lap and brought the warm, damp sock to my face and inhaled. I did the same with the other sock and wondered if snorting cocaine was as pleasurable. The unconscious soccer player’s bare feet were size twelve and awe-inspiring. I looked up from his feet to gaze at his sleeping body. There his sexy, smooth chest was up close and in person …and I realized I didn’t have to ask permission to touch and caress his pecs! But I held off then. I slid off the socks.
Even though his feet were bare now, I could still smell them. I turned my head towards them while staring at the socks now discarded on the floor. Kyle unconsciously moved his left bare foot closer to my face… then even closer! I leaned in further so that, though he was still asleep, he touched my lips with his big toe. I maneuvered my head in a way that practically forced the sleeping soccer player to use his toe to separate my lips and slide it into my warm wet mouth.
Raising Kyle's right bare foot, I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside, along the crevice where the toes join the foot, from smallest to largest and back again. I wiggled my tongue between the smallest toe and the adjacent one and swirled it around the tiny digit. My penis grew to a level of hardness I didn’t think was possible without exploding!
I continued on to the next toe, running my hot, wet tongue once again between the second toe and the third, over the second digit and between space between it and the smallest toe—slurping under it, and back up again. And then it was on to the third and fourth and then the largest toe, and then on to Kyle's other foot. I brushed my cheek against the surprisingly soft, tender sole and then against the plump pad below Kyle's shapely toes. I gently brushed my lips against the sensitive underside of his foot and even kissed the fleshy pad, the instep, and the smooth, solid heel. I worshipped Kyle’s feet with my lips and my tongue, licking them, inhaling their fragrance, and delighting in the feel of them.
I couldn’t get enough of licking them and sucking his toes, running my tongue under the shapely digits, wiggling it between them, and tracing his toenails with it. My penis went up another level in hardness and I knew the time had come to … uh … cum.
So, I furiously and frantically sucked on Kyle’s toes, only stopping when my penis unloaded gobs and gobs of jizz right in my pajama pants and underwear. I think I really did faint then … but I woke up in time to get out of the guest bedroom before anyone discovered me. I even managed to finish what I had been asked to do (remove Kyle’s pants and tuck him under the coverlet) before I left.
Before he departed for his own home the next morning, clueless Kyle (I SWEAR!) asked my brother Torin and me to apologize on his behalf to our dad … for having to suffer through taking off his sweaty socks while he was passed out!
