by Lil Italy
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Let me start off by saying that I am 100% completely straight.
I am completely in love with girls. But for some reason, I have a thing for men’s feet. Summer is my favorite season not only because of the weather and vacations, but for almost every single guy wearing flip-flops where I can see their toes and heels. Well this story starts off at the pool.
My best friends John and Frankie where going to the pool and asked if I’d wanna go along with them. I said sure, why not. A day with my boys won’t be bad. They picked me up 10 minutes later with bathing suits and flip-flops on. I felt something coming, but it faded away. When we got to the community pool, Frankie went right in but John said he’d be there in a few minutes. He wanted to get a slight tan. He lay himself back and was comfortable already when he wanted his flip-flops off. When he asked me to help, I felt no words coming to me.
I quickly replied “Sure”.
He responded with a “Thanks”.
I grabbed the top end of his Adidas flip-flops and pulled them off; my hand gently brushing his smooth, delicate arches with my fist (accidentally, of course). Little did he know it, I felt a bump in my boxers. I got to do it again this time pretending I was having a little trouble and leaning my face a little closer. I smelled the sweet smell of his sweat rolling down his foot from the hot, blaring sun. I said “There ya’ go” and put the shoes next to him. I stepped back to see the beauties. They were size 14’s with perfectly sized toes and had a little shimmer to them.
I said “Catch ya’ in a lil bit, then?”
“Yeah,” he said, “Be right there”.
I’ll skip the details about the pool except for when Frankie kept doing handstands in the water; his nice size 13’s gleaming like a gold medal in the sun. But there was just something about John’s feet that I liked so much more. So I got out of the pool before them and just watched him.
After we all dried off, John dropped Frankie off but asked me to come over for a little bit and just chill. I said “No prob, bro” and went with him. Immediately when we got to his house, he took me up to his room and threw his shoes to the side and flung himself onto his bed. “Oh yeah.” he said, “Just sit there” and he pointed to the bean bag chair almost right in front of his bare feet. I sat down and noticed his heel was about 7 inches away from my face. Dreaming about worshiping his feet, I quickly put the thoughts in the back of my head.
“Hey, can I tell you a secret, man?” he said.
“Sure. What is it?” I answered back.
“Dude, I don’t know how to put this, but…I…..think I…I think I have a thing for guys feet.” John said slowly and embarrassed.
“What?!” I yelled.
“See, I knew you’d be shocked….I shouldn’t have told you, bro. I thought you would understand.” John said with sadness in his voice.
“No, I do understand. You see, I was gonna tell you the same thing. I do too.” I said getting excited and hard at the same time.
“Oh my God, awesome bro!” John said. “Hey, I heard there are these things called worships? Yeah, I was hoping to try it out. Hey I hope you don’t think I'm gay now.” John said rather quickly.
“Dude. You….gay? No way dude. You’re the captain of the football team. All the girls love you. I'm not gay either though. Promise you won’t tell, okay?” I asked.
“Promise.” He said back.
John laid back and I kneeled at the end of the bed rubbing his soles with my fingers. I don’t think it’s possible but it felt like my fingers were getting boners too. They were smoother than polished glass. It was hard to believe. I crawled my fingers up to where his toes were and rubbed gently between each one, taking my time. I then leaned in closer and stuck my tongue out and put it on his heel, passing the arch, and up to his toes all in one motion of my tongue.
I licked each toe, tasting his great taste. I opened my mouth and closed it around his big toe which was amazingly perfect. Inside my mouth, I caressed it softly with my tongue, sucking it back and forth. He moaned with pleasure. I felt me wet myself. No, not with pee, but with precum. I then did the same with each toe feeling my boner getting bigger. Then, I massaged between each toe with my hands. It was the best moment I’ve ever felt.
He then got up and said “Wait right here.” I did so. He picked up his flip-flops and gave them to me. I took them and took a whiff of them. Mmmmm….sweet delight. I licked each one passionately and then put the top part by my nose. You can just smell his feet. He then grabbed a pair of black dress socks and put them on as tight as he can then laid back down again and stuck them out for me to work them.
I rubbed my face against it, back and forth, then without thinking, put his foot into my pants; my boner bulging and feeling like if it got any bigger, it would explode but it didn’t. I then took the socks off again because I am more of a bare feet kinda guy, not really socks. I rubbed his bare foot across my boner. Not even expecting it, a load shot off right onto his foot. I quickly wiped it off. I then said now it’s your turn.
I’ll spare the details for it was about the same, but I’ll say this: It was the best day of my life. I took a pair of his workout socks as a souvenir and I’ll just say….the worshiping didn’t happen only once.
