by Seth Jones
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My friend Brad is 22, 5'11, slender build, with amazing size 11 feet.
I'm 23, 6'2" also slender with nice size 12 feet. I've had a huge foot fetish ever since I was a kid, but have always been very discreet. I've known Brad since middle school and have seen his feet quite a few times. He's slept over at my house before and I've always been tempted to sniff his dirty socks or even just smell his tennis shoes while he's asleep but never had the courage. Last weekend, my life completely changed in a way I still cannot believe...
Me and Brad were both home from college for the weekend and decided to get together. He came over to my house and we hung out for most of the day. That night we were kinda settling in and getting ready to go to sleep like we had tons of times before. We had both already kicked our shoes off down in the basement and were headed upstairs to my bedroom where there is my twin bed and a fouton right across from it. Once we got in my room we notice the fouton is missing.
I ask my parents and they tell me to check with my sister because she had her friends come over while we were in the basement. So, I check in her room and sure enough there is my fouton covered with teenage girls. Brad also sees the situation and says to me "don't sweat it man, you'll be ok sleeping on the floor for one night." I laughed and was like yea right I'm not sleeping on the floor in my own house. I ran into the bathroom for a second to piss and walked down the hall to my room expecting to find Brad sprawled out on the floor...But, instead I find him laying on his stomach sprawled out over MY bed.
He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, blue athletic shorts, and white ankle socks (the soles looked worn down and dirty from where he had been walking around in socks earlier). I have to admit seeing his dirty socked feet sprawled out on MY OWN bed got my heart pounding. His feet are seriously PERFECT! I'd never touched them before but they always look very smooth and well manicured, with tan tops and very pale, smooth, narrow soles with just the right amount of wrinkles. Anyway, I decided I couldn't help myself...I had to touch his hot feet and this was the perfect opportunity. I walked up to the bed, reached out and grabbed him by the ankles to pull him off the bed. He immediately kicked his feet and tried to wiggle loose. My right hand kept a firm, tight grip on his right ankle but my left hand slipped off and I regripped the middle of his socked foot. When I pulled, to get him off the bed, his left sock came off exposing his perfect. bare. sole. I then grabbed his bare ankle and pulled him off the bed finally. What happened next caused me to be the most humiliated I've ever been in my life!
With me standing above him on the floor, he reached up and grabbed both of my knees bending them forward and pushing me back. He quickly crawled on top of me and straddled my chest. He pinned my arms back behind my head and looked down at me. I viciously squirmed and flailed my legs trying to work myself out to no avail. I finally lay still and realize I can't wiggle free. He scoots up a little on my chest to better his dominating position on top of me.
I could feel the sides of his feet encapsulating my rib cage. As I lay still and realize I'm not going anywhere, I look up and finally make eye contact with Brad looking down at me with a smirk. He looked me right in the eye and said "I got you, dude." I felt like such a loser being pinned down in my own bedroom but at the same time it was so hot feeling so helpless with his feet up against my sides.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the situation and how turned on I was becoming. I didn't want him to notice I was getting hard. "Alright dude you got me," I said embarraced. Then Brad said "Well since I just owned you and you seem to like it down here on the floor so much, I think you should sleep on the floor tonight." I was so helpless at that point the floor would have been my rightful place for the night but then an idea hit me...we could sleep foot to face, something I'd always wanted to do. "Fine, I'll share the bed with you" I told him. "No way dude, that's gay" he replied. "We'll sleep feet to face dude, just get off me" I pleaded as he still had me pinned.
I was not prepared for what was about to happen. He then took off his other sock and playfully held it over my face and said "you can smell this all night haha" and just laughed down at me. I squirmed more and tried my best to act disgusted but his sock smelled amazing! "Let me up!!" I pleaded. Finally, he stood up and I immediately turned over on my stomach to hide my boner. But he wasn't done torturing me yet. Then, he stood on my back with his bare feet as I just layed still on the floor. Then he walked over to my head and his feet were like right next to my face! He then rested his bare foot on the back of my head and was practically victory posing on me. I continued to lay quietly on my stomach, beaten, and totally humiliated and degraded in my own bedroom at the feet of one of my best friends.
Finally, I crawled into bed while he went to the bathroom. He came in and laid down opposite of my so his feet were right next to my face. I couldn't resist so I had to tickle his foot and in turn he slapped me right in the front of the face with his perfect bare sole. When he finally went to sleep I turned my head facing his feet and went to sleep to the musky smell of his hot, superior feet resting right next to my pillow.
Of course I tossed and turned throughout the night and ended up using his bare soles as a pillow several times.
