by Marcello
It was Christmas again and Tom and I went downstairs to watch the basketball game.
Tom was wearing shorts and blue and black high soccer socks. They were really hot. I wanted to lick them so bad. I sat on an armchair right next to a table on my left which was to the right of the couch Tom was sitting on. My heart beat raised as soon as he put his feet on the table to close to my face with his socks on. I wanted to smell his feet so bad and lick them until saliva was dripping from them. I turned to tom. I say "don't even think about daring my to smell your feet." Then, with my expectance, he says "I dare you smell my feet." I then say "for how long?" and he says "for a minute." This was going to be the best minute of my entire life. I slowly pushed my head in and started to feel the heat of his foot near my face. Then I started smelling.
I was in heaven.
All I smelt was sweat, vinegar, salt and every putrid smell you can think just making me salivate. I smelt and smelt as he sat there and slowly wiggled his toes. The smell just kept making me salivate as it caught my nose. I couldn't stand it, with my face pressed against his right foot (to my left). His other foot was crossed on top. I continued to press my nose into his foot and smell deeply never wanted the smell to go away. "That's a minute" Tom said. I didn't want to stop, but I did to prevent me from looking weird. Then I stuck my tongue out and leaned toward his foot again and say, "do you dare me?" Tom replies "Yeah, lick it." I then took my tongue and from the bottom of his heel, I licked up his sock to his toes. I tasted wet sweaty sock, and slight salt as I ran my tongue up his foot to his toes passing his heel, sole, and then getting his toes which were a little wet and moist on his sock from sweating in them all day.
I then stopped and looked at the sock. You could see a wet mark going up his whole sock, where I licked. I felt small fibers on my tongue that were wet and salty. I swallowed them. Then Tom says "I dare you to lick my bare foot over and over until my dad comes down. Then when he leaves keep licking it from heel to toes. I take my hand and pull his sock off. There is black and blue fibers all over his foot and his toes. This was it. I took my tongue and dug in. My tongue laid on the his heel and went up catching all the fibers and all the sweat from his foot as I passed the arch and made it to his toes.
There were so many fibers in my mouth and a chalky feeling from the sweat film all over his foot. It tasted so good and sour, like vinegar and salt. I then looked at his foot again and you can see a heavy reflection of spit all over his foot. It was time to do it again. I took my tongue and went to his heel and gathered spit on my tongue and licked up his foot a little bit faster this time. I tried to make squishy noises to make this more hot. I them go to his toes and start licking in between each one getting toe jam all on my tongue and swallowing it. I continued to taste heavy salt as I licked his toes and went back to his heel, just to lick up the whole foot again. I stopped just as I heard Uncle Paul come down. He put something away and then went back up. I then looked at Tom again and licked up his foot at least twice really fast from heel to toes past his arch. I licked again tasting heaven. Then Aunt Kathy walked down to go to the garage. I moved to tom and licked his toes and feet again. Slowly licking his salty arch and big meaty hot feet. Kathy came in again and left to go upstairs. I didn't realize how big Tom's feet are and how much I need to lick in order to cover his whole foot. It was so hot. I licked his foot again. Tom says "No I want you to suck on my sock until the whole this is dripping in your spit." I obeyed.
I grabbed his sock off the floor and put it in my mouth. "You also have to rub my feet as you suck on my sock." I put my hands on his feet and started to rub his gorgeous, big, meaty, sweaty feet. This was so hot. And his feet were so sexy. I continued to rub his feet and gather saliva in my mouth to continue sucking on his sock. All I tasted was sweaty feet and so much fiber and salt. I couldn't stand it. I continued to suck on his sock feeling the whole sock start to get wet and soggy. The whole entire sock was wet and smelly with my saliva. I pulled it out of my mouth and stopped rubbing his foot. Paul walked down stairs again and I quickly hid the sock.
He walked back up and Tom starting talking again. "I want you to rub that sock all over your face until you washed your face with my sweaty sock." I was so excited as I took his sock and started to rub its sweaty saliva juice and fibers all over my face. The smell was so overpowering with a combination of saliva and sweaty salty vinegar feet penetrated my nose. I could have fainted. I continued to rub his sock all over my face and be in heaven. Just then, we were called up stairs to open presents. Tom grabbed his sock and ran off after I told him, "next time, it's my turn."
This was one of the best experience I ever had.
