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Eric was a bully. That's who he was. He was the jockiest, rudest and sexiest guy in the senior class.
The girls swooned over him while the other jocks admired him. But Eric got most of his kicks out of picking on Davey, the class nerd. It wasn't Davey's fault that no one liked him. He was just a dork. A dork who happened to try his best and get good grades and also not participate in active sports or even after-school activities. Eric found this quality of Davey's weak. And weakness in Eric's book meant you had to be messed with.
It was a hot, sticky May day when Eric decided to mess with Davey like he never had. Sure he had spat spit balls at him during English class, and tripped him in the hallways. But on this day, he decided to do what he never thought possible.
" Hey fag face where ya going?" Laughed Eric in his cocky, teasing voice.
" Home, leave me alone." Mumbled Davey, who was already trying to get over the fact he had gotten a 89% on a math quiz- something of failure in Davey's family.
" Aw come on loser, I have to use the bathroom and your house is the closest. I don't feel like going back to school. Just let me take a leak there and I'll be out of your face." As much as Davey loathed Eric's crulety towards him, there was something underneath his rough exterior that caused Davey to get hard-ons whenever Eric teased him. Almost as if being picked on by the school jock was like being toyed with by a God-like Giant. Davey just shrugged, indicating 'yes you can'.
When they got to his house no one was home. Davey carelessly unlocked the door and Eric immediately walked in, kicked off his sneakers, and plopped on the couch. The strong, manly stench from Eric's soiled socks hit the air and Davey's nose. Davey's dick began to rise. There was nothing like a man's foot that made Davey want to jack off. All his life he had had a fascination with men's feet. And yet he never considered himself actually gay. But more or less curious with the male form.
" Damn my feet stink dude", Eric laughed. "Oops sorry did I just put my socks all over your mom's couch? How rude of me." Eric kept the feet on the couch though. Sarcasm also turned Davey on, and with feet and sarcasm all in one room being spoken by the jock he had lusted after for four years, was all but too much for him. Davey, hesitant as he was, sat on the couch next to Eric. He noticed Eric's socks. A sweaty white color, with two holes visible on the heel and big toe area. He saw a faded yellow color peeking through the heel area of the sole. A true man's color- yellow from sweat, sports and sex. The three S's that caused Davey's penis to react with full attention.
" Cou-could you please take your feet off the couch?" Asked Davey politely, though deep inside he wanted Eric to keep them on the couch. He wanted Eric to continue to belittle him and taunt him.
" Oh gee faggot, that was awfully unthoughtful of me. How about I put them on your face instead?" And in a shocking dream come true, Eric's meaty size 12-socked feet hit his nose in seconds. The strong vinegar-leathery aroma filled Davey's nose as his wimpy body started to thrash. But despite his feat that Eric might actually go farther then just feet in his face, his dick nonetheless sprinted upward. "OOPS! ARE My fucking feet in the little faggot's face now?" Eric began to laugh uncontrollably, his hard taunts vibrating through his feet and Davey could now see Eric's huge, wicked mouth open wide as he laughed, his perfect white teeth in view and his thick, wide tongue vibrating to the laughter.
" Ple-pl-please stop"- Davey stuttered, another thing Eric picked on him for.
" O-O-O-Okay"- mocked Eric, his cruel laughter deepening as his holey socked feet continued to press on Davey's helpless nose and face. Suddenly Eric noticed some potato chips on the coffee table. He grabbed the bag rudely, ripping it open. "Are these your chips dork?" Eric asked in a fake sincere matter?
" Actually yeah, my mom keeps them out for my after-school snack everyday". Eric just flung the bag over his open mouth and let the chips pour in his piggish interiors like a greedy Giant.
" Well dath's toof baddg ffhoser", Eric said with his mouth full. "These are mine now. Keep smelling my feet. Better yet, take off my socks with your teeth!"
Davey did as he was told; now not knowing whether Eric knew this was turning him on or whether it was sheer torture. The sight of Eric eating his chips was certainly a turn on, though now he didn't have an after-school snack...except for the two feet on his lips. As Davey took the socks off, Eric's two big wide soles stared him in his face. A dull yellowish orange color from sweat and gym practice, pieces of white sock lint clung to his big toe and arch. Davey, without realizing what he was doing, inhaled the leathery scent of Eric's soles deeply. Eric, still eating, looked up at this.
" Wait the faggot LIKES smelling feet!" Eric began laughing harder and taunted Davey to continue. "Smell my fucking feet you loser! Smell the sweaty smell!" Davey did as he was told, now unzipping his pants and taking out his erect cock, stroking it violently and panting as Eric continued to mock him.
" OOPS sorry my feet stink fag! Must be because I had been wearing the socks for a week! Come on geek, fucking smell my feet and cum! Isn't that what you've been wanting to do all this time?" Laughing harder, Eric placed his other foot on Davey's hard little dick, rubbing it back and forth as Davey inhaled the other foot, even going as far as taking the big toe and putting it in his mouth. Eric continued to laugh; amazed he could get someone to even stand the smell of his stinky feet.
" Keep smelling my feet you loser! AHAHAHAA! Faggot! You're so fucking pitiful under my size 12s! No wonder no one likes you, look at how lame you look smelling my feet! What if the entire class saw you smelling my feet?!” Eric kept laughing, still pigging down the chips Davey's mom left him, as Davey continued to smell Eric's sour sole, the other one working his cock like nothing before. Soon Davey felt that warm sensation you feel before you bust, and before he knew it thick bursts of white semen coated Eric's soles like syrupy goo. Davey was moaning still as Eric, not into the scene at all anymore, removed his feet quickly from Davey and began putting his socks and shoes back on. Davey, not knowing how to react, got up.
" That was amazing." Davey said. "How did you know I liked feet?"
" I didn't faggot. I just knew you liked me. Now give me $100.00".
" What?!" Davey was in shock now.
" I said give me $100.00 twerp, prom's next weekend. Why the fuck do you think I came over here? To kick it? Ha! With your lame ass!" Eric got up and glared at a confused Davey.
" But I don't understand." Davey said.
" Sure you do loser. I got your faggot ass off today with my rank feet. You pay me a hundred bucks. And if you play your sissy cards right, I'll come over next week and let you smell them again- IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY. So pay me."
Davey, suddenly hard again, grabbed his wallet and pulled out five twenties and handed them to the cocky god. Davey always carried large amounts of money on him because he was spoiled with good allowance. He also liked the idea of getting Eric's feet again. But even though Eric was allowing him to do this, he was still a bully. And he still hated losers like Davey. As Davey started to try to thank him, Eric was already out the door and headed back to school.
Excited and horny again, Davey ran up to his bedroom and pulled out his dick, stroking it slowly and re-enacting the time the hottest jock in school let him smell his feet.
