by Valentino
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While in my first year in college, I had the choice of choosing an elective...First Aid Training or Music Appreciation.
I chose First Aid training since I needed to renew my card anyway. I enjoyed the class three years prior with my classmates and friends in high school. My friends Brian, Pete and Taylor all took the class because it was an easy A and because there were high school girls. Anyway, in our first class, we had to get in groups of four and do a primary and secondary assessment. This meant each person pretended to be the victim while the other three practiced the points for each assessment. I decided to go first...not knowing what my "friends" could do to me. The instructor walked thru each step of the primary assessments on a dummy then had his aide, Kirk, lie on the table and went over the secondary assessments on him. Kirk was a senior, had blonde hair and was a surfer-type dude. The girls loved him. Anyway, he was dressed in a light colored polo shirt, khaki shorts with a belt and Nike sports shoes with calf-high, gray colored socks.
The instructor pulled Kirk's shirt up to examine his chest and abdomen area. Kirk's golden tanned, hairless chest caught everyone's attention.
He then examined Kirk's arms, shoulders and hands. He then loosened Kirk's belt, shorts and boxers and pulled them down a bit to expose his hips. A bit of his pubic area was exposed, but it didn't seem to bother Kirk. The instructor then pulled off the shorts leaving Kirk in his boxers and examined his thighs, knees and lower legs. I got a lump in my throat as the instructor moved to the end of the table and untied his shoes, pulling them off. His 11" stocking feet where in plain sight for all to see. Kirk wiggled his toes a bit as the instructor peeled both socks off and carefully examined his soles, toes and tops of his golden tanned perfect feet. The instructor seemed to be taken back by his aide's beautiful bare feet because he kept rubbing his hands on the sole of each foot. Kirk's right big toe had a small birth mark in the shape of a triangle.
We were now to begin practicing with our group. Kirk got up and put his shorts on but thankfully stayed barefoot. He and the instructor walked around to the various groups to help.
Brian, Pete and Taylor smiled as they looked down at me laying on the table. One by one, they practiced their primary assessment on me, tickling me with their fingers and laughing. Taylor pulled my t-shirt off and checked my chest and stomach area. Brian immediately went for my shoes, taking them off and pulling off my socks. He knew my feet were ticklish and stuck his finger in between my toes. I jerked and began to laugh uncontrollably. Pete held my feet down and Taylor held down my chest as Brian got brave and licked my big toes. He then actually stuck my right big toe into his mouth. It felt so good, but at the same time it was Brian doing it, my friend, my good friend. I began to moan and looked over to see a barefoot Kirk coming over. He told my friends to knock it off and get back to the exam. They let go of me...Brian took my toe out of his mouth. Kirk winked at me as he went off to the next group. I got up and immediately grabbed a hold of Brian. What the heck...I said to him. He laughed it off, but stopped laughing when I told him he was next. His eyes widened as I grabbed some tape and tapped his mouth. Pete and Taylor pushed him up on the table and held him down while I went to the end of the table and stared down at his Spury leather shoes. I pulled them both off and lifted his white stocking feet to my face. I took a whiff and then took the end of Brian's right sock with my teeth and pulled it off his foot. I gazed upon his slightly-tanned, pedicured bare foot for a moment, then did the same to his left sock. I knew that Brian's toes were very sensitive. I licked all ten of his toes as he began to jerk and move; his toes splayed as they seemed to get stimulated by my tongue. I had seen Brian's feet bare before at a youth event, but could only take pictures of them since I couldn't get close to them. Brian blacked out for a while not being able to handle the excitement. I excused myself, put my shoes and socks on and went to the bathroom to wash up.
As I finished in the stall, a pair of familiar Nike-shoed feet appeared on the other side of the stall door. I knew that they were Kirk's and had the chance to satisfy them. They made their way over to the adjoining stall and Kirk sat on the floor sticking his feet underneath the mutual divider. He moved his feet a bit...notching me to join him on the floor. I sat on the floor and stuck my legs underneath the divider. I immediately felt my shoes and socks being peeled off and my bare feet being licked, sucked and kissed by Kirk's tongue. Before I lost my chance, I returned the hospitality by slowly pulling off Kirk's shoes and then his socks and feasting on his beautiful bare feet. We both had a great experience...I nicknamed Kirk... Mr. Toeman (because of the birthmark on his big toe and because he's a great toe sucker).
At Kirk's graduation party, we had a blast celebrating. After the last guest left, we headed for the jacuzzi in his backyard. He stripped down to his boxers and jumped in. I paused as I quickly peeled off my shirt, shorts, shoes and socks. I turned and pulled down my boxers and jumped in the water. I surfaced with Kirk's big toe in my mouth and his underwear in my hands. We both laughed as we spent the next few hours pleasuring each other.
What a night...what great toes!
