by Mike
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The personal ad on MyFriendsFeet.com read, "Hot Jock to worship the feet of the same."
I shook as I typed my response to the ad: "My name is Mike and I am 21 years old. I live in MA also and would love to worship the feet of a fellow jock, I am 6'1" with blonde hair and green eyes and have a nicely developed 180lb frame. My feet are size 9.
I was shocked when I received a reply from him just the next day. He described himself as a 19 year old college jock who was into wrestling and hockey. He said he was 5'9" and weighed 170lb of lean muscle and had size 10 feet that were aching to me licked after a rough work out session on the ice.
I agreed to meet him at the Ice arena the following Friday night at 9pm after his hockey practice. I followed the directions E-mailed to me and was sure to get to the rink early to be able to watch my jock in action and size him up. When I got to the rink, my jaw dropped as I saw 12 of the most delicious specimens I had ever laid my eyes on. They were all skating around on the ice rough-housing it and certainly building up a sweat. After about half hour, I had to relieve myself and left the stands to go find a rest room. I opened the first door I saw and to my surprise found the locker room of all these hot jock hockey players. I walked into the locker room and was hit with the most powerful smell I have ever encountered. It was a mixture of sweat and stink from used hockey gear and of all the sneakers just dropped on the floor around various lockers. I felt my large dick start to swell and leak in my pants as I entered further into the room. I was in heaven! I thought this must have been a dream. I looked around and couldn't decide what to do. I approached the first pile of clothes I saw and saw a pair of old beat up Nike Airs untied and on their sides. I picked one up and examined it closely. It was still warm from the foot that was inside of it all day before the practice. I looked closer inside the sneaker and saw on the inside of the tongue size 9.5. I was then hit with the smell of corn chips as I held the still moist shoe to my nose and took in the most intoxicating breath of my life. I could feel my loins stirring to get out of my pants, but wanted to savor the moment and wait to meet up with Chad, the boy I was supposed to meet here. I could still hear the scratching of skates on the ice, so I moved over to the next pile of closed strewn on the floor. I was still holding the Nike Air in my hand as I bent over to reach for a pair of blue Sketcher skater shoes before me. They too were as beat up as the first pair.
I held one of the shoes closer to my face as if almost to tease myself. I was then out of control and buried my face into the left Sketcher shoe. The smell was overpowering. It was different from the Nike Air, but just as delicious. The smell was almost the smell of ammonia, yet had a hint of male musk to it. I held my face deep in the shoe and stuck my tongue out to allow myself to lap the entire insole of the shoe and savor the taste of the young jock that wore this shoe to practice.
I was in heaven for sure. I was dripping with anticipation of what was to come. The idea of sniffing these shoes and not really knowing which beautiful jock they belonged to was even more erotic in a way. I was now holding to pairs of sneakers of different sizes and different scents. I was alternating burying my face into both of them when I fell to my knees. In front of me was a pile of clothes consisting of Nylon Adidas pants, a yellow T-shirt and a pair of Reebok hi-tops that were obviously a part of many a basketball game. I couldn't resist my temptations and I picked up the right hi-top and looked in the tongue to find a size 12.5 typed in there. I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked slowly the outer shell of the sneaker. I then closed my eyes and opened the sneaker to as wide as I could get it open, I had to remove the laces to allow my whole face to fit snug into the shoe. I was holding my breath with the anticipation on what was about to hit me with my first inhale. I then let loose and opened my nostrils and slowly took in the whiff that I was anticipating. I was not at all disappointed by the pungent odor that filled my nose. I kept inhaling and reached down for the other 2 pairs of sneakers I had dragged along with me. The smell of the hi-top was a smell that was indescribable. It was not a rotten smell, but a smell that was of a young man's sweat and musk.
As I went to put my face in the other two shoes I held before me I looked up and saw in front of me a well-framed young, jock standing with his skates still on and his mask lifted up onto the top of his head. He was a sight to be seen, but my heart dropped, and so did the shoes I was holding. Our eyes met and I was at a loss for words, all I could think about was that I was going to get pummeled by one of these hockey jocks right there in the locker room!
He was the first to speak. He opened his pouty pink ,full lips and spoke the words I will never forget in all my life. "You must be Mike," he said as the dimples formed on his innocent looking teen face. "I'm Chad," he said.
All I could do to keep from crying out in relief that this was not one of the other jocks was let out a long sigh. He grabbed my shoulder and thrust me to my feet. "Get the hell out of here," he said, the others are on there way off the ice and they will kill you if they find you in here worshipping their shoes! Go out to the blue jeep and wait for me there. I'll tell you what to do next."
All I could do was stare into his eyes and lust over his young, Godlike body. I saw him walk over to a pile of clothes over in the corner which consisted of a pair of well-worn Adidas running shoes. He then started to shuck off his skates. "Go...Go, you'll have your chance, just get the hell out of here now."
I was off to find the jeep and wait for my dream to appear...
