by Dan Mitchel
This is totally true and he was my best friends but since my fifth grade year he's been my foot master.
In fifth grade I was a straight A student. I loved math, but had braces. I was always called brace face and brace bastard. That's why Jack chose me. He being a muscular soccer, football, lacrosse, baseball, and hockey jock, his feet got pretty sweaty. He was my friends and when we had sleepovers he would pull out his size 10 feet and stick 'em in my face. I never told him I had a foot fetish so I always pretended like I hated it even though wanted his toes in my mouth so bad.
About halfway through the school year we were in gym. We had to change but me and jack got there late because Mr. Ziegler made us was the science lab tables. We went in the locker room and changed, but he went to go take a piss so I saw the opportunity to sniff his Adidas sneakers. I was in heaven but he had a foot odor problem, I liked that so much. I was in such a great heaven, Jack came back and saw me sniffing his shoes. All he said "I knew you were a foot bitch always starin' at my feet, you are sooooo comin' to my house after school. After schooling followed jack home in utter silence. I tried to make conversation but all he did was motion to my face then his feet.
We got to his house and I called my mom to tell her I was at Jack’s place. He laid down on his bed and demanded "Take off my fucking shoes and while you’re at be a nice little bitch and kiss each foot 20 times." I was so worried he would use my ultimate weakness. He ordered me to take off his socks. Fuck what was I supposed to do last time I saw bare feet I slept at them.
It turns out that's what would happen the rest of the night I stayed at his feet!
