by IndyFootGuy
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Football Feet.
I had started playing football in Middle School years ago, and always enjoyed spending team on and off the field with my teammates.
Things were good on and off the field till my senior year. I was 18, 190 pounds, blond hair blue eyed and to be honest not the best player on the team, but I had made the cut every year and even though I didn’t play much I was in the locker room and that’s what mattered.
For the last few years I was also confused, hell I had girlfriends but more and more the best part of playing football was the end of the game, when we hit the locker room and all the guys would start striping down after a hard game.
About 30 guys would enter the locker room at the end of the game each them pulling off their shoes at the same time after running and sweating for hours. That would be a smell that would make more people gag, but not me. The combination of the smell and seeing all those sweaty feet with white sweat socks that look like they had been painted on outlining ever toe and vein in these guys feet started giving me a reaction I didn’t expect. Its awkward to say the lest to end up with a hard on for no reason, when you in a men’s locker room with a bunch of other jocks, hell at the point where you are all striping down is not when you want them to see you have a rock hard dick.
I would hang back before heading to the shower hoping that my hard cock would relax, I don’t mean to brag but at 18 when you’re a healthy male, that sucker can get big all by itself and waking into a shower with 14 other naked men the last thing you want standing out is 8 inches of rock hard meat.
But what confused me the most, wasn’t that these guys were giving me such a hard dick, I had kind of figured out I was gay or at least bi a few years before, but what was feeling so strange was that what got me excited was the smell of all these guys feet. Just looking at them taking off their shoes and socks, and seeing those big sweaty feet and the smell that filled the room never failed to get me rock hard. The guy who’s locker was next to mine was Jerry, at 6’ 2 and 200 pounds he was rock hard muscle from his jet black hair to his size 12 feet, but what I like bested about Jerry our star running back was he really worked up a sweat on those feet.
Many a day after practice he would kick off those cleats and if I was leaning over to untie my own cleats at just the right time I got a reward. Jerry would lift his foot up by my face and ask my how those dogs smelled. Looking back now I know that Jerry knew just the reaction the smell of his feet had on me. If none of the other guys were around Jerry would ask me to pull off his socks as he was too tired. Even though I said no, Jerry would lift his legs up and put both of those sweaty size 12s on my leg and wiggle his toes, asking me to help a guy out and take care of his football star feet, all the time smiling at me with a wicked grin. Soon he didn’t care if the other guys saw him do it or not.
I hated to see that last football game of the season end, Jerry became more and more bold, he caught on I waited to shower, and before long I noticed that even though the place was empty when I went in, Jerry would come walking in. He would often make comments about how if they really valued us as jocks they would have some on in the shower to wash our feet for us, of course it would get me to look over and there would be Jerry rubbing a soapy hand over his feet, so I had to notice the long toes, and the way the curve of his arch ran up that big foot. I had no choice but to grab a towel to hold in front of me as I beat it out of the shower room, if I glanced back it never failed that Jerry would be holding his foot up off the floor letting the water of the shower spay over his god like foot as he moved it around and wiggle his toes to rinse it off.
Let me tell you about those toes, it wasn’t till later that I got a really up close and personal look, but those first few times glancing down at his feet while he showered got me so horny, he had long sexy toes, with small tuffs of black hair on each toe, and just a little dark hair on the top of his foot. I couldn’t help myself when we were alone in the shower to but watch him soap up that hot body, when he raised his arms to wash is pits the way his long lean body stood out against the white tile, just enough dark black hair to had dimension to his muscles and add to the steaminess of the shower room.
When he turned to rinse his hair with his back to the shower, head tilted back with water running down his face and chest your eyes had to follow down past the black chest hair over rock hard abs of steel with just a thin line of black hair running down the center of his abs drawing your eyes down. I will never forget the first time I watched him shower, and my surprise when I let my eyes follow that narrow line of dark hair down to his groin and realized with great joy that Jerry kept all of the hair on his body trimmed nice an short. He didn’t shave his groin but you could tell it was trimmed by hand, all the more to make his long sexy cock have the perfect back drop. I couldn’t help wondering if it was that big looking now, would it get even harder? How big could it get? I was to find out the last game of the year.
The last game of the season was the worst. I had held out all year, never risked acting on my desire, or on Jerry’s comments, I wasn’t sure if he was just teasing or flirting or what but I wasn’t going to risk making a mistake. The last game was a killer, the other team was good and Jerry took a beating, he got hit was some very hard tackles and it was clear the other team was trying to take him out. After the game, I waited in the locker room as long as I could, we had won and were going to the playoffs, but I didn’t know if I would have the locker next to his in the playoffs so tonight was my last chance to have him put his feet in my face and ask how his dogs smelled or ask me to take off his socks, buy now it was a running joke to the other guys around us, and they laughed ever time Jerry put his feet up on me.
But he didn’t come, I guess that last hit that sent him to the trainer was harder than I thought, the other guys showered and were leaving when I ran out of things to kill time and sat down to undress, about then Jerry came in, looking wiped out. When he sat next to me, he put his legs out and asked me to unlace his shoes since he couldn’t bend over, I did and feeling bold I then pulled each shoe off his feet. Since I was ready I then jumped up and headed to the shower, before long I heard Jerry walk in, when I glanced back I was shocked to see him naked except for his white socks. He groaned as the hot water hit him and I asked if he was okay, he told me not really, that his back really hurt and if I had not pulled off his shoes he would have to have taken a shower in them.
I was finished and as I was walking out, Jerry called out and asked if I could help an injured guy out, when I asked what he needed, he asked me to please get him one of the shower stools. I grabbed one and watched him sit down with the water spraying on his hard body, at that point Jerry lifted his foot, and said take my socks off. I thought it was our joke and told him no and started to leave. Jerry called out, I am not kidding, I can’t do it and know you want too, so get in here and take off my socks now. I don’t know what happed, but the tone of his voice made me his, I would do whatever he wanted. I walked back in and when I got in front of him he told me to drop my towel and kneel down. I did as I was told and he lifted his foot up and told me to remove his socks. After both socks were off he told me I was going go wash his feet and legs, and that I could start showing him the respect he deserved.
When I asked what does that mean, he smiled and said I have given you chances to take care of my feet all season and you ignored me, now you can kiss my feet before you wash them. Who knew I could be such a good slave, I kissed each foot, and toe, then washed them and rinsed them, Jerry could see just how much I was enjoying being his foot slave my 8 inch cock had never been harder. I thought I was done, but he told me the toes needed to be cleaner, when I started to wash them again, he pulled his foot back and let the soap rinse off them held his wet foot to my face and told me to suck his toes. I cleaned each of those sexy ten toes better then they had ever been cleaned.
When we left the shower I was allowed to dry him off from head to toe, back at our lockers he had me help him with his shirt, then tossed me a pair of darks socks, as soon as I got them in my hands I could smell the odor. Jerry just smiled and lifted his foot and told me to put a sock on, as I stretched it over his big foot, he pushed the smelly black sock into my face, and told me to take deep breath, and I did as I was told, the order was over whelming, it was all Jerry but stronger then I had ever smelled his feet before. My hard cock could take no more, is started Cumming all over Jerry’s bare foot, after what seemed like the biggest orgasm of my life, Jerry just started laughing. When I looked up he smiled and said now I know your secret, I asked what he was talking about, and he told me that he had watched me sniff his feet after practice and do nothing, so he thought I liked clean feet, then when he had me wash them and suck his toes and I didn’t cum he wasn’t sure, but the final test was his dark socks, he told me he had been wearing them for a week and now he knows I like really ripe feet.
At that point he lifted the towel off his lap and said my turn got get some relief. I sat back to watch, thinking he would jack off, but to my surprise he reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down on his 10 inches of solid manhood. It was like Cumming home if you know what I mean, I knew just how to suck to get him shooting in no time, after a loud groan buckets of cum were flowing into my mouth and I was swallowing as fast as I could. After we both caught our breath I stood up and started dressing, I was almost done, when Jerry smiled and said you’re forgetting something. I looked over and his foot covered with my cum was on the stool, he just looked at me and said, clean it, then put on my other sock, but the smile told me all I needed to know, we were both 18 after all and it’s not like it takes a long time to recover between putting on a smelly sock.
As we walked out of the locker room that night, Jerry reached over and put his arm around my shoulders, and leaned in to whisper one final thought. He said, now that I know how much you like the smell of my ripe feet, we will have to see if you like week old foot ball socks the best, or this winter the wool ones I wear in my ski boots, or maybe your favorites will be the thin dress socks I wear to dances, or my skater socks next spring. But trust me you are going to get lots of chances to be sniffing my feet for the rest of our senior year. As he walked away, he laughed and called out, who knows maybe your favorite will be some of my teammates on the track team.
Jerry was good to his promise, but I will save those other socks for the next story.
