by TGIBriday
I was being ignored by a coach at my new gym.
For context, I’ve been participating in a martial art (Naha-Te) for the past five years. While the sport is Asian-dominated, all of the coaches I’ve had were always welcoming to Caucasian me and the other few white guys—except for this one.
In the six weeks I’ve been at this gym, this coach hasn’t said hello to me, he won’t give me feedback during class, and he won’t even make eye contact with me! I’ve been paying attention, and I have yet to see him interact with any white guy at all. I thought maybe he’s just an old-school racist and thinks guys like us shouldn’t be doing this sport, but he is so encouraging of his other students’ training. He even seems like a nice guy. I don’t want to be ignored by this guy forever because getting attention during class is essential to improving in this sport. I didn’t think there was anything I could do to get him to acknowledge me.
I was actually going to drop the class when a classmate named Nabuaki suddenly sat down next to me one afternoon.
Nabuaki was a gorgeous Japanese twenty-year-old with startling blue eyes and blonde hair! He grinned and said he liked my feet, though I was wearing shoes at the time. He said he had been admiring my bare feet for some time … and he said he wanted to get to know me more and invited me over to his house. I accepted and met him at his home that evening.
Nab did tell me I had to take off my shoes at the door because his parents had a no shoe rule. I took them off and walked inside in my crew socked feet. His family had a beautiful house and a big backyard, complete with a jacuzzi, tennis court and a fire pit. I asked if he played tennis and he nodded, saying he has played since elementary school. He asked if I wanted to play, and I nodded saying sure.
I began to walk back to the front door to retrieve my shoes and he laughed, saying I should just take my socks off and play in my bare feet. I peeled them off and set my bare feet free. He looked at them as I wiggled my toes. We had a great time playing tennis, then relaxing in the jacuzzi afterwards. He let me borrow his brother’s extra swim trunks.
We ended the day on two chase lounges by the fire pit as I rested my bare feet on the ledge nearly burning my soles.
As we conversed, Nab told me he was a “naturalized” US citizen. I asked if he could claim to be an American when traveling abroad. Nab schooled me with facts … and this became the day I discovered Naturalized American citizens are indeed citizens of the United States … and with the same rights and responsibilities as natural born citizens. I had never given this much thought at all before, but these particulars were very important to this blue-eyed Asian (yeah, he was most-likely wearing contacts). He said his family had worked hard for their citizenship, and they all proclaimed it loud and proud whenever they could.
Nab and I conversed and drank cognac for some time. His parents were away, so we had the place to ourselves. The booze did it’s work and I fell asleep once, but awoke with a start. Trying to quickly get my bearings I glanced over at Nabuaki lying prone on his lounger.
“Nab! I fell asleep! I’m sorry, bro, can you forgive me?”
When he didn’t answer, I saw that he had fallen asleep as well! Feeling the warmth of the fire pit and seeing the gorgeous moonlit sky, I let him be. Although my conscious mind told me there was no way I’d be able to sleep, I was so suddenly overcome with lust.
Lust for his feet!
He had great looking feet. They were long and slender with perfectly shaped toes. They looked incredibly soft save some slight calluses on the heel and outstep. I well understood that Nab liked my feet, but I was surprised to find myself attracted to his! I made my way to the bottom of his chase and knelt down before the sleeping youth’s feet.
Without thinking I started rubbing them. I massaged the youth's perfect bare toes and the balls of his feet and then worked my way down to his heels. I worked on each one, rubbing and massaging them while the blonde Japanese sleeper cooed and mumbled without awakening. I carefully placed my nose to that special area beneath his toes. I sniffed deeply and the faint odor made me feel light-headed with pleasure.
I don't know how long I massaged and played with the twenty-year-old sleepy-but-wiggly bare toes. My fingers rubbed and playfully tweaked those supple golden digits. They were ticklish too. Even though Nab slept on those toes wiggled like crazy every time I worked my fingertips in between them.
I had to lick his soles. They were so beautiful that my tongue was sliding all over and across them before I knew what was happening. I licked that salty-sweaty flesh and heard the blue-eyed Japanese boy’s drowsy giggles as I got the soles of his feet all slick and shiny with my saliva. Then it was my tongue that rediscovered his toes ... and they wriggled like mad as I licked hungrily between them!
I shot a load right in my pants while probing between Nabuaki’s toes with my wild, ravenous tongue. And I had just finished cleaning myself up when the sleeper awoke! I ran over to my own lounger and stretched out on it as fast as I could.
Nabuaki laughed. “As that how you think this night is going to end?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer as Nabuaki had crouched over my legs and sat on my calves in a kneeling position.
“Oh Nab! Nooo!” I yelled, but it was too late. My protests were replaced by my laughter as Nabuaki worked his fingers all around the arches of my feet.
“Yep, just as I thought. You are ticklish!” Nabuaki remarked, slowly running his fingers up and down the soft skin of my arch, eliciting more gasping laughter from me. I just couldn’t take this type of torment! The Blonde Asian then moved to the tops of my feet, tickling them with the same intensity. My resulting cackles drew a smile from Nabuaki. His next target was my soles. Using one finger on each foot, he traced their length in a slow, leisurely manner.
My howling turned to gasping giggles due to the slowed touches. I noticed Nabuaki's foot was within my grasp and took the opportunity to grab the ankle and run my fingers over the smooth skin of his soles from heel to toes.
“Mmmm, so smooth.” I purred as I stroked and caressed the captive foot.
“Hey! Hahahah hehe That's not fair!” Nabuaki protested, though he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations I was creating.
“Teehehehe Oh, I think it's quite fair.” I replied with a giggle.
I then ran my fingers over the sensitive area on the inside of Nabuaki’s arches. The resulting squeal made grin with devious delight. I dug my nails into his vulnerable foot, tickling it with abandon. Nabuaki was not prepared for the sudden overwhelming sensations. Unable to continue tickling me, he tried to pull away, but instead, tripped and fell allowing me to maneuver his body, in a way to pinion his ankles with my chest. Soon I was raking my fingernails all over the blonde Asian’s vulnerable foot-bottoms.
Now it was Nabuaki’s turn to beg “Ohhh! Hahaha Nononono Ian! heheheheh!” Nabuaki screamed, trying to wiggle away from my relentless fingers on his feet.
“Well, well, hehehe. What do we have here?” I asked no one in particular. “Nice, soft, ticklish feet. Hehe heh I bet they’re even more sensitive from the ‘danger’ we’re in. You know, using your folks’ place for our fun? Cootchie cootchie, Nabuaki!” I was intent on giving this ticklish twenty-year-old everything I had.
Nab was very happy how this was turning out, and wanted to experience more, but his parents’ car was pulling into the driveway!
To be continued
