Every weekend he'd lay down on his chair and relax with his feet propped up. He tended to wiggle his toes and rub his soles together, which always aroused me. One particular Saturday he was watching football with his feet propped up and I began secretly looking at his soles like usual from across the room. I must've been staring for too long as he noticed and shot me a weird look "Is there something on my feet son?"

I awkwardly responded, "Um…no dad, I was just zoning out".

He looked down at his soles and back at me grumbling "Hrff…" and went back to watching TV.

I was so embarrassed I felt like crawling into a ball and throwing myself out the window but I tried my best to stay composed. I then decided to get closer to the TV by sitting on the couch next to him. We didn't say anything to each other for the next couple minutes and the tension in the air only grew.

I instinctively began looking at his feet again. They were large, dominant, and had a nice white-peachy color. I saw a layer of sweat had built up on them and I couldn't help but salivate at the thought of how lucky I'd be to taste them. While lost in thought my dad turned his head to look directly at me and saw me staring at his feet again. He saw the crazed-look in my eyes and did something I never expected.

He put his foot on my lap.

"Can you massage my feet son? I've had a rough week at the office." 

"Sure dad, no problem" I said gleefully but with an air of skepticism.

He placed his other foot on my lap and I began massaging them. I couldn't help but notice they had a bit of an odor but I didn't want to risk smelling them so I massaged his feet quietly while he watched the game. Around 10 minutes passed as I worked my way around both his feet. He seemed to be relaxed and unaware. My confidence grew and I  began taking light sniffs as I massaged his feet when he wasn't looking. I then felt him move a bit in his chair but I continued the massage and feet sniffing.

"Do they smell good? I wasn't sure if you'd be able to handle the smell Son, but it seems like you actually enjoy it."

I looked up at my father, he had a dominant smirk on his face and I was paralyzed with fear.

"Come on, I'll let you have free reign over my feet sport. Go on, get a good whiff."

I was shocked not only that he wasn't angry but was actually finding enjoyment in this. I lowered myself off the couch and immediately knelt down in front of his feet. He propped his feet back up on his chair and I began furiously digging my nose into his soles.

My father was chuckling, "Atta boy, get your nose right into my soles, and don't forget my toes son.

I began to kiss his feet as I buried my nose between my dad's toes.

My dad jerked his feet back when he saw me kissing his feet. He had a confused look on his face,

"Woah there sport, I know you like the smell but I didn't expect you to do something like this? Do you want to…worship my feet?"

I completely froze and mustered up a few words

"Can I please Sir-"

"Sir?"

"I-I mean Dad, would you be so grateful as to let me worship your feet?"

He looked at me with a combination of intrigue and disgust but after a few seconds sighed

"This stays between you and me."

I happily nodded and he dominantly wiped his sweaty feet together, "They're a bit dirty champ, can you fix that for me?"

I was shocked at how quickly he changed his attitude and began slowly licking his feet.

He crossed his feet and I relished the moment. There I was licking my fathers feet kneeling on the floor like a servant. His feet were salty and the little bits of dirt stuck between the wrinkles on his feet made the whole experience even more degrading.

He was relaxing with his eyes closed and hands behind his head and feet crossed just like the boss he was,

"That's a good boy, make sure to get the lint between my toes too sport"

"Yes Dad" lick, "Thank you" lick, "Your feet deserve to be worshiped" lick.

He laughed "That's a lot of praise son, should we make this a regular thing?", now confidently smirking at me.

"Really!?"

(More stories of my dad's feet coming)