Wyatt was having a relaxing morning watching TV at the beach house, drinking a beer with his bare size 13 feet resting on the coffee table. There is a knock at the door, it is Thomas, he has been running and looks very sweaty in his shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers.
“Come on in,” says Wyatt. Thomas enters.
“Hey Wyatt, been out running and thought I’d stop by.”
“Sure, grab a beer,” says Wyatt, trying not to stare at Thomas’ beauty as the sweat trickled down his body.
“It’s a little early for me”. Thomas takes a bottle of water from the refrigerator and guzzles it down then pulls off his shirt, “Man I’m sweaty, it’s hot out there”. Wyatt tries not to stare. They make small talk for a while about Forrester Creations.
“Would you mind if I took a shower while I’m here? I stink” Thomas asked.
“Go for it”.
Thomas sat beside Wyatt and removed his sneakers, Wyatt could smell the scent of Thomas sweaty size 12 feet and was becoming aroused by it but hid it with his hand and beer bottle.
“Man, these sneakers stink, Caroline’s always complaining about these.”
Thomas slowly peels off his sweaty socks and throws them to the floor.
“Thanks man, I won’t be long”
Thomas heads to the bathroom, his feet so sweaty that he’s making imprints on the hard wood floor.
Wyatt gazes at Thomas’ socks on the floor, this is too good of an opportunity to miss. He grabs them and holds them up to his nose, his eyes closed, the smell is intoxicating, his dick is rock hard.
“Wyatt” says a familiar voice. Wyatt opens his eyes, Liam has arrived, wearing just a pair of shorts and a towel around his neck having just been for a swim, his own size 12 feet are dripping water onto the floor too, Wyatt has noticed before how unbelievably sexy Liam’s feet are but being his half brother has tried to ignore them.
“Liam, er…”
“Who’s socks are they?”
“Thomas’s, he’s just taking a shower, I was just…..”
“You were just smelling them.”
“Kind of…”
“Wyatt, it’s ok” Liam says approaching Wyatt as he dries himself. “I love men’s feet too, my god I’ve stared at Thomas’s so many times.” Liam sits down beside Wyatt. Wyatt passes one of Thomas’ socks to him, they each sniff a sock.
“I can’t believe we’re both into this man, I was so worried what you’d think” Wyatt said.
“Me too, oh fuck Thomas’s feet smell so good” said Liam.
“What the fuck?” says Thomas’ voice from behind them. They turn to face him.
“I thought you were in the shower” said Wyatt.
“I never quite made it, I was about to when I heard you talking, I’ve been listening from the doorway. All this time you’ve been pretending to fight over my sister and really you’re a pair of fucking foot fags?!” Thomas laughs hysterically.
Wyatt and Liam both look worried.
“Lay down on the floor, both of you” Thomas demands. They comply. Thomas stands over them. He notices they both have rock hard dicks. “Oh my god, you’re seriously getting off on this.”
Thomas rubs a foot on Liams dick through his shorts and does the same to Wyatt through his. “You like that don’t ya bitches?”
Thomas rubs his left foot over Wyatt’s face, “How’s that smell?” “I said how’s that smell?”
“Er, great” Wyatt replies.
“Great what?”
“Great Sir”
“That’s better. Since you like my feet so much, why don’t you guys clean them for me with your tongue.”
Thomas sits on the couch. “OK Wyatt one side, Liam the other, kneel and start licking them clean fags”.
Wyatt and Liam lick every inch of Thomas feet and suck each toe individually as Thomas laughs and verbally degrades them. “You two are now my bitches at Forrester Creations, you’ll do what I want, when I want from now on….”.
