His name was Blake, we met towards the end of high school and just really hit it off. We had the same background with upbringing and somehow that always brings comfort to friendships no matter how bad that side of life can be. We started with the usual heavy drinking and smoking weed on the weekends. Very open and honest with each except Blake didn’t know that I had a thing for feet.

We were celebrating his 19th birthday and as per the norms, we’d set the night up with plenty of beers and weed and girls for afterwards. But this night went a little different from what we planned. Blake passed out early and so everyone left before midnight. We always shared a bed so that was normal for us to cuddle sometimes we never felt weird about it at all.

After I cleaned up the mess in the yard, I came back in to see him laying there with nothing else but his underwear as he had spewed up all over the toilet and himself. I showered him and placed him in to bed. I hadn’t had much fun with feet at this point, at least never with a guy, and that was about to change.

I always thought he had nice feet, they were smooth and so pale and always smelt good never bad if that makes sense. I decided while standing there staring at his soles hanging off the side of the bed, fuck it, I’ll lick his feet.

I spent the next few hours worshipping his feet nice and slow and came so many times in between. Needless to say, it was the best time I’d had in a very long time and I made the most of it. I knelt before his feet so nervous but damn he smelt so good.

This then turned to years and years of secret worship every time we caught up while Blake was asleep and I loved it.