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Tonight was the highly anticipated premiere of the final season of LOST.
I had been waiting for this night since last year’s finale almost nine months ago! I had invited numerous people over to my place to see the premiere. I had gotten 12 confirmed yeses and in anticipation of such a turn out had bought plenty of food a drink. I had been feeling pretty alone lately, and the idea of having a bunch of people around was quite comforting. I had been revving myself up for LOST, determined to project the image of a happy excited person to my guests. As fate would have it, a snow storm would wind up blowing through town, and all but one guest would bail. The one remaining guest was ironically the last person I had invited, a guy a barely knew and one of the only people I didn’t expect to show, Aaron.
Aaron, I had met at a party around Christmas. He was good looking in an unobvious way, though his clothes covered up a killer body. He had told me about his work as a Bio-technician/engineer. His “nerdiness” had made him all the more sexy, but I was interested in someone else at the party and pursued them. The next time I saw him was at a smaller get together at the same friend’s condo. I was again interested in someone else at the time and was pursing them, but I couldn’t help but notice that Aaron seemed to be flirting with me. When the guy I was interested in left I turned to Aaron. I got him alone and kissed him. He pulled away and it was awkward for about five minutes but then we rejoined the group, never talking about what happened. All this had made me especially surprised when he showed up for LOST tonight.
When he came into my apartment he immediately kicked off his shoes. He was wearing white socks with a grey heel and toe. I’m not really sure why I was looking at his feet, but for the first five minutes he stood shoeless in my living room I kept finding my eyes drifting down toward his socked feet, the grey at his toes and heels driving me especially crazy. As we watched LOST he’d occasionally nudge me with his foot. His sock was so soft and his foot warm underneath. For some strange reason I really wanted to touch his foot. Run the tips of my fingers up and down his sole, tickling him every so slightly. I wanted to take his socked foot into my hand and massage it gently, but I did not. After the awkward kiss a little over a week ago, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable as I was sure he was just here as a friendly gesture.
After LOST we moved to the sitting area around my fire place. I have two couches that face each other on either side of the fireplace and a chair that faces the fireplace with an ottoman in the middle. He took the seat in the chair I laid down on the couch facing him, the ottoman at my eye level. He propped his feet up on the ottoman. My heart started to beat a little faster. He had one foot crossed over the other. He rubbed his feet together absentmindedly a cracked his toes as he talked and laughed about the show. We had both had a lot to drink. Perhaps that was why I could not take my eyes off of his feet. He had a brand logo on bottom of his sock that I didn’t recognize but found mesmerizing as he would wiggle his toes around causing his sock to crinkle in just that place. Suddenly with out thought to what I was doing I reached out and stroked his foot.
“Dude, what are you doing?” he asked in an exasperated tone.
“I—“ I stumbled
“Seriously Alex, what the fuck are you doing?”
I grabbed his foot and gave his sole a good rub with my thumb.
“I thought maybe, you might like…”
“Get on the floor” he ordered me. “Come on down on your knees. If you’re gonna do it, I expect you to do it right.”
I got down on my knees infornt of the ottoman and took a foot in each hand and started rubbing. The soft worn cotton of his socks felt so good in my hand. I worked the soles up and down. I worked the top of his foot just under the toes, I worked under the toes and the toes themselves. I really didn’t know what I was going and I told him so.
“Yeah, I can tell” a laughed, a bit condescendingly but amused all the same. “But you seem really into it. Didn’t know you were such a foot fag! Oh my god wait till people hear about this.” He laughed to himself. Nervous and a little freaked that I had been obsessing about his feet I moved to his ankles. I could see under his jean leg where the top of his ankle socks met his hairy leg. This was suddenly hot to me as well. I tried to move up his leg, hoping he’d see the my foot massage was meat to migrate upward, but he stopped me. “Oh, no no no no, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I was just—“
“Oh, no, you just stay right down there, keep working on those feet. I know that’s what you like” He said it with a big grin on his face. I was slightly annoyed. I had the feeling Aaron might be a bottom, and I certainly am not, nor do I like to be in any kind of submissive position. But it had also been so long since I had fooled around with another guy I was a little desperate for human contact, emphasis on the “man”. Of course, and this was probably the more unnerving part, I was also feeling an odd contentment with the fireplace to my back, Aaron lounging in front of me with his feet in my hands. I just could not get over how sexy his socked feet were.
“Why don’t you give them a sniff?” He threw the comment out there so nonchalantly it took me aback.
“Wh-what?” I stammered, “You can’t be serious?”
“You heard me” he said with an arrogant tone in his voice and a cocky grin.
I won’t lie, as indignant as I was trying to project myself to be, a part of me secretly yearned to take a sniff. So I timidly lowered my head to his feet and sniffed just below his toes. Oh My Fucking GOD!!!!! Blood rushed to my cock and it got so hard so fast it actually hurt for a second. I don’t think I could do it justice to described the sensation the smell. His feet had a faint aroma. But the subtleness of it was enough to take me over the edge. Adding to the ecstasy of the moment with the feel of his soft cotton sock as the every so slightly grazed my nose during the first sniff and the feel of them pressed against my nose and mouth and chin as I went in for a more generous sniff, which offered a slightly stronger smell, but I didn’t have long to savor and enjoy before I was brought back to reality.
“Oh my god! I didn’t really think he would do it! Holy shit dude!” He laughed in complete disbelief, “How is it down there? Oh my god!” He could not stop laughing.
“Oh what a freak!” His laughing was irritating, humiliating, and strangely erotic to me all at the same time. Part of me seriously wanted to kick his ass, while another part of me wanted to fall at his feet and do whatever I could to please him, to hear him laugh and see him smile and take comfort in knowing that I was causing it. I pulled away from his feet, though.
“Oh no no, you go back. Come on now, be a good boy and keep going” He laughed.
“Look” I said, but he interrupted me.
“No, shut the fuck up!”
I was more than a little taken aback. Aaron, from the little I had ever seen of him generally seemed to have a sweet friendly soft-spoken personality, like a school counselor, or the rare friendly gym teacher, but a switch had definitely seemed to been flipped. I was a little affronted and a little intrigued and also, not sure where this was going or if I’d like it.
“Listen up you little bitch. You walk around all tall and proud like you just don’t care what other people think of you, and a lot of people might think that’s kinda hot, but I don’t think they’d think you were so hot if they knew you were at my feet like a fucking dog!” he laughed. “It’s really pathetic to look at you right now. You know that right? I mean seriously what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I—“ I stammered I couldn’t think of anything to say. My stomach felt as though it fell into oblivion. What the fuck was I doing? How could I even explain this? Not that I did care what other people thought, I mean, I’m 6’4 190lbs, athletic, with brown hair and blue eyes, size 13 feet. I had nothing to be ashamed of except for the fact that I did not flaunt my sexuality like many of the other fags in the gayborhood, which tended to make me a bit of an outcast and labled me a “self-hating” gay, which I thought was a bit unfair. And then there was Aaron, brown hair and dark brown eyes, 5’11 with size 10 feet, and though I wouldn’t call Aaron a woman, he was definitely a bit queeny. This really was backwards, I should be the one in the chair with that bitch boy at my feet. Well I call him a boy, he’s actually a year older than me, making him 24, I guess it’s safe to call him a “man” and yet it was that year on me that made him slightly attractive to me. All this running through my head within a micro-second, I still didn’t know what to say.
‘Take off my socks” He said as he sat a little further down in his chair, stretching his feet over the edge of the ottoman and toward my stunned face. Ankles in place he rotated his feet around, his hands behind his head. I grabbed his hairy legs and ran my hands down to the tops of his ankles socks.
‘Uh, no no no. With your teeth.” He smiled.
“You know,” I began “if you so disgusted by—“ without warning he pulled his leg back and then kicked me in the face. I flew backward, my head inches from the fireplace. Aaron lept from the chair onto the ottoman and pressed and rubbed his socked feet onto my face. I’m not sure if it was my own adrenaline and or endorphins pumping, or the fact that his feet were now sweating, but as he rubbed his feet harder and harder over my face the smeel of his socks seemed to grow a little stronger and ever so slightly pungent. I felt like my face was getting massaged by god. The feel of his socks on my face, the warmth of his feet underneath, the way the contours of his soles seemed to compliment my face and the scent of his sock...
"Yeah, you like that? Huh? Yeah? You like the way they smell wierdo? Yeah, you like that I know you do" He said condescendingly. Then in a sweeter tone, "Yeah. Yeah, it's OK." I could tell he was smiling though I couldn't see for his feet were in my face, but I couldn't resist him anymore. Whatever was going on with me, I was in heaven right now. I grinned under his socked feet and nodded my head, moans of hunger and pleasure all I could utter.
"Take them off?" he said in a sweet voice.
"Mmm hmmm" I nodded and I tried to bite the sole of one of his sock, but I couldn't get a big enough fold in my mouth. I grabbed his ankles so he'd let up on the amount of pressure to my face and slid up a bit. I tried biting the toe of his sock thinking I could pull it off that way, but no dice. His toes so near my mouth, though, I couldn't resist. I chewed on his socked toes for a minute he seemed to enjoy it, but was adamant I stop wasting time. He climbed back into the chair and propped his feet up on the ottoman again. I went for his ankles. I licked his leg and hooked my tongue under the top of his sock, caught it with my teeth and with some work I got it off and my master took it from my hands.
"Now lick" he said. I was down on all fours. Looking at my master's beautiful feet. One socked and one newly bare. His foot was gorgeous. He was playing with his sock, staring at me ready for me to begin. I looked outside. The snow was still coming down like crazy, I had the feeling Aaron would be going anywhere anytime soon. I crawled toward him my tongue already creeping out of my mouth. I bowed my head down and then brought it up, sniffing and licking up his foot from head to toe. I suddenly lost all control and began lapping at his foot like a dog. Nothing had ever felt so right, so wrong, or so fucking wonderful...
To Be Continued... ?
