by Chris_ab2009
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From the beginning of High School everyone knew not to mess with Keith Smith.
Although he was fairly slim and of average height, he had that look in his eye and swagger when he walked that told you not to cross him. I think a lot of this stems more from his older brother who was built and looked slightly mental; the kind of person who’d smash you in the face with a chair just for looking at him the wrong way, or so I heard. How ever everyone else may have treated Keith, I for some reason didn’t see the threat.
Now I was an average kid, not geeky enough to be a geek and not funny enough to be popular but instead somewhere in between. I got on with everyone and never gave anyone a reason to dislike me. As for Keith, I’d known him since junior school and he lived around the corner from me but we never spoke to one another. I was placed in his class at the start of High School and I remember telling him and his ‘big teeth’ to shift out the way when he pushed in front of me in the queue. He didn’t really react but just scowled at me, I think too surprised to think someone as weedy as me would be so daring.
As the years went on we both grew; Keith no longer had big teeth and filled out, forming a six pack and solid form. His short hair and sneer was enough to scare the kids of school. Despite this front he put on for people, I couldn’t help but notice something more to him. I’d spotted him more than once looking in my direction and giving me the odd smile when I passed him around school. There were times when I looked past the macho smokescreen and saw his crystal blue eyes held more than everyone thought. Don’t get me wrong, he was still an idiot. He’d constantly be outside the Head teacher’s office for fighting or bullying some helpless kid. The way he jeered and acted in front of his mates was enough to put me off him. But still, there was something about him.
Like most teenagers the idea of anything homosexual was considered hilarious or disgusting. Keith would mess around, pretending to ‘bum’ one of his mates as a joke to his audience who always watched him in ore; even when he wasn’t funny (which was often) the class would laugh out of fear and habit. But I had noticed times when Keith’s jokes may linger a little longer than they should, or he pushes his ‘gay’ act just that one step too far. Nobody else noticed this, but I did.
I was fairly young when I had my first significant encounter with Keith. Now at this stage I was a complete closet gay, and I had a burning desire for guys’ feet. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get enough of them. Although I hated PE and sports, just seeing everyone barefoot and bare-chested in the changing room was amazing. A subject I had no long for was French but that wasn’t the case today.
Mr Pine, the French teacher split us into groups to translate a passage he’d given us. The class was small which meant groups would be gathered around a single desk. To my surprise I was placed with Keith and some other lad named Andy. I tucked my legs under the desk as it was mine, Andy placed a chair beside me and Keith sat opposite me. Andy had no intention of doing any work and spent most of the time ignoring the work and spitting bits of paper at other groups. Keith then tucked his legs under my desk, placing both his legs on either side of mine and then started rubbing his thighs gently against mine.
I began reading out the passage as if nothing was happening under the table.
He looked at me smiling. “Aren’t you going to ask me to stop?” he said, still grinning; another one of his ‘gay’ jokes.
I stopped reading the passage, looked back at him and leaned in slightly. “Why would I ask to stop something I’m enjoying so much?” I challenged him.
His smile faded slowly and he looked at me as though he was trying to work me out. At that point Mr Pine appeared, having noticed the lack of work Andy was doing and joined our group. Keith moved back a bit, but not before giving me another grin and I resisted the urge to wink back. Play it cool, I told myself.
A month had passed and nothing had happened between Keith and I, just the usual nods of acknowledgment and secret smiles. We had swimming today in PE which was a great opportunity for me to gawp at the guys’ feet. The teacher asked everyone to sit at the edge of the pool in a line, feet in the water, whilst he had a word with the life guard. I found myself sat beside Keith, who gave me his usual nod. I nodded back. As we waited I swished my feet around the pool feeling the water flow through my toes; I then knocked my right foot into Keith’s left bare foot. I instinctively moved it back and looked at him.
He looked back at me and our eyes locked.
Normally I’d apologise and that would be that but something was happening here. I don’t know why, but as we kept looking at one another I deliberately brushed my foot against Keith’s again. He didn’t flinch, but kept his eyes on mine. I then caressed the top of my foot along Keith’s sole, feeling his soft sole and curved arch. I may have imagined it, but I think I felt him caress back.
Suddenly the swim teacher blew his whistle and threw me out of my trace. We both looked towards him and he began explaining the rules and what we’d be doing in the lesson. As he did this I looked back to Keith who returned my gaze. A smile broke across his face and he gave me the slightest of winks. I smiled back, unable to believe what had happened. It may not have seemed much, but for me it was everything.
Two weeks had passed and I thought nothing more of my encounters with Keith. Sure they were all I could think about; the feeling of electricity and tension as I had done things I would never have thought myself capable of doing. For a ‘closet case’ I was being far more open than I would normally allow. But I knew Keith wouldn’t say anything to anyone because I knew he didn’t dislike it. He was curious, I could feel it.
I walked home beside the school field. It was brilliant summer’s day, and I’d allowed a couple of buttons to come loose and pulled my tie down as I walked, feeling the light breeze in my dark brown hair.
I then heard laughter in the distance behind me and turned to see Keith with his yob gang of friends. They were smoking and laughing about something; probably the size of Alison Jenkins’ boobs or how drunk they were last week. Keith waved them off as they turned into another street and then spotted me.
“Alright Chris!” he nodded and then jogged a little to catch up with me.
This was probably the first time we’d spoken outside a class. He came towards me, his shirt completely unbuttoned to reveal his soft six pack and the occasional flash of those delicious nipples I loved seeing in the changing room. The only thing ruining the image was the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. As he caught up, I made a point of frowning at his cigarette at which he instinctively flicked away.
“I was finished with it anyway” he told me. We cut across the field to go through a short cut across the small wooded area beside our street.
“How’s it going?” I asked, not really sure what to speak to him about.
“Not bad thanks, you?” he replied.
“Yeah, all good. Will be even better when the weekends here. It’s suppose to be scorching apparently” I informed him. Oh my god, was I actually talking about the weather with him?
“That’ll be good for you then” he replied “You’ll be able to finally get a tan”.
I looked at his grinning face with mock offence.
“Ha, you’re one to talk! They’ll be calling you Casper at this rate”.
He stopped just before me, dropped his bag on the floor and opened his shirt wide to reveal his gorgeous chest. “I’ll have you know I tan quite well thanks. Look”. He then pulled down the top part of his boxers to reveal a faint tan line. I swallowed at the thought of what was beyond those boxers. He smiled at me, as though he’d read my thoughts. I continued to walk and he followed.
I don’t know why but I didn’t want to give in too easily, not that I knew there was anything to give in to, but I wanted it to be clear that I wasn’t like everyone else at school who worshiped everything Keith did; and I think part of him enjoyed my motive. We then walked into a clearing of grass in the middle of the woods. The sun beamed down on the quiet haven and soft grass glowed bright. Keith threw his bag once again to the floor and crashed onto the grass.
“I am knackered!” he exclaimed “how about we stop for a breather”. I looked at him slightly puzzled.
“I live 2 minutes away, why stop now?”
“Come on, the sun is shining and I’d look mental if you left me talking to the trees”
“I’m sure it doesn’t take a lot for you to appear mental”
“Go on, it’ll be good for your tanning.”
He placed his bag behind his head and lay down with his hands behind his head. I sat down beside him soaking up the sun. I then mimicked Keith and lay down with my bag behind my head. I closed my eyes allowing the silence, but it was comfortable. He propped himself up with his elbows and I could feel his eyes scanning me. “You know,” he began saying slowly “You’re not gonna get much of a tan with your shirt buttoned up”.
I opened an eye to look at him. “I’m too comfortable to move now” I told him. “Let me help” he breathed, and then I heard him reach over and felt his fingers unbutton my shirt. I opened both eyes and watched him leaning his head on his one hand and using the other to slowly unbutton me. For a teenager I had quite a few whisps of hair on my chest and navel. I felt his fingers linger around my belly button and brush the hair on it. “You’re quite fuzzy for a teen” he smiled at me. I bit my bottom lip and watched him lie back down and close his eyes.
Keith breathed out and then tried to kick off his shoes with little success. “I played football all lunch time and my feet are killing me” he moaned, still failing to kick off his shoes. I ran the tip of my tongue along the rim of my top teeth and thought about the situation before me.
“Could you give me a hand?” he almost whispered. I slowly sat up and sat beside his feet to which he opened his eyes and looked at me. I began unlacing his left shoe and gently removed it to reveal his black socked size 8 foot, surprisingly dry given the weather but I could sense the tingle of its musty aroma. I then did the same with his right shoe but looked at him this time, our eyes locking like they did at the pool side. Although his shoes were off I kept my hands on his right foot and began thumbing his arched, wide soles and toes. “That’s much better” he said with a sigh and closed his eyes once more, not at all fazed about the fact I had his foot in my hands. I continued to gently allow my fingers to explore his perfectly formed foot from heel to toes.
Keith’s breathing became heavier and I realised he’d fallen asleep.
I looked around the wooded area, which was deserted apart from the trees swaying softly in the breeze. “Keith?” I called, testing to see if he really was asleep. He continued to breath, completely out of it. I licked the top of my lip and looked back to his foot in my hands. I then began rubbing his foot more vigorously, massaging it but there was no response from Keith. This was my chance. My heart began pumping loudly in my chest; to the point I thought it might wake him.
I slid my right hand up his calf and past the top of his sock, feeling the soft bristles of his leg hair. I then took the top of the sock and slowly pulled it down, past the ankle, past the heel, past the ball of his foot and then finally revealing his beautiful toes. Keith’s foot was perfection; there was no doubt about it. I placed both hands on the soft skin of his foot and again rubbed his foot, allowing my hands to explore this amazing wonder. I raised his foot, my heart practically bursting out my chest, but I was too entranced of the sight and feel before me. I put his foot below my nose and onto my lips, kissing his sole.
I then let my tongue run from his heel to his toes and teased his toes, nibbling and kissing them. I was in complete ecstasy. I then placed his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it, both my eyes closed and tasting paradise. I checked to see if he was still asleep, and sure enough he was. I then put his foot down and moved to his other foot, removing his sock and rubbing the foot.
“What are you doing?” I looked to his face and Keith watched me, propped up by his elbows, looking both puzzled and slightly amused.
I put his foot down and looked at him, a deer in headlights. I don’t know if I was still reeling over the experience of his feet or what made me do it, but I slowly crawled towards him, on top of his body, wrapping his legs around my waist, trailing his naked chest with my middle finger until my eyes met his. Keith looked at me in complete shock and silence as I lay there mounted on top of him, his thighs either side of my waist in my hands. I moved my mouth towards his, our eyes still open, my nose touched his and our eyes slowly closed as our lips nearly touched…
I jumped out of my skin as a dog came barking towards us and quickly rolled off Keith, snapping out of my trance.
“Barney! Leave them lads alone!” shouted an old man walking out of the woods. The dog stopped a few feet before us then returned to his owner. “Sorry lads” he smiled, and continued to walk on. I looked towards Keith who watched me grinning.
“I’ll see you later Keith, got loads of homework to do before the weekend” I said, standing up and picking up my bag. Keith placed one leg on top of the other. “I’m having a house party Saturday night, the parents are away. Would be great if you’d come around”, he said quietly looking at me apprehensively. The great Keith Smith, lord and ruler of the school corridors, vulnerably watched me waiting for my reply. I gave him a smile and a wink. “I might just do that. See ya around”.
And with that I walked on, the sun feeling even brighter and vibrant than it did 30 minutes ago.
To be continued…
