“Oh, shut up, man…you love it” the brunette teased with a grin and a final wiggle of his toes near his annoyed mate. Grant and Tommy made up two of the three roommates living in the apartment off campus from the university, friends for nearly 3 years now. The friskiest boy, Grant laid on the couch with the basketball player, Tommy like they had many times, watching Game of Thrones while they waited for Blake to return with the pizza. With the athlete’s attention on the screen and his own huge feet crossed on the coffee table in front of him, his buddy’s playful side began to arise again.

His head rested on the arm of the couch and his legs were folded on the middle cushion between he and Tommy as Grant slowly started moving one of his feet back toward his older friend. He plopped the size 9 foot on Tommy’s tank topped shoulder and teased his chin with the soft sock covered toes as they danced along his jawline. “OH GROSS! You dick, I hate feet!” “That’s why it’s so funny!” Grant replied with a giggle while the ripe smell laced in his thick white tall Nike socks invaded Tommy’s nose. “How about this, you shit” the senior said before wrapping the stubborn foot in his arm and launching a set of long fingers on the sole.

“AAOOHHAoAHHHTOOMMYYYyAAHAHAHAHAHA AAHHAHNOOONOOAASSTOPPSTOPPPP!!” Grant yelled as he fought the stronger man for control of his sensitive foot. “Are you gonna stop rubbing your feet in my face?” he asked, spidering up and down the tender target with enthusiasm.

“AHahhAHAYYESSS!!YEESSSHAHAHHAHHAAOOKKOOOKKKK JUSTTAHAHAHAHAHAMAAKEEIITTTAHSSTOOPPP!!” he caved as he writhed on the leather furniture. With a few final tickles, Tommy released the foot, slinging it back toward Grant, accidently ripping one of the socks off in the process. Grant pulled his now bare foot back into the crossed position as he caught his breath, still giggling a little at how worked up Tommy had gotten. He loved seeing the typically relaxed lad lose his cool and act out of character.

Close to ten minutes passed with the college kids still on the couch enjoying their Saturday but soon a rumbling noise began from one end of the sofa. Grant poked his head up to see Tommy snoozing, sparking his inner teenage boy mentality. He peeled off his other athletic sock to reveal a second neat tan bare foot to match his other, inched closer to his sleeping friend, and started rubbing one of the pink bottomed feet on Tommy’s stubbly cheek. Grant covered his own mouth as giggles seeped out thanks to the rough facial texture lightly tickling his sole and at the scene he knew his mate would absolutely hate, even taking a picture for his own personal possession. He traced the jock’s full lips with his big toe a few times for extra kicks however in a surprise twist Grant did not foresee, Tommy’s reflexes came into play with the lip stimulation and he slipped the juicy digit right into his open mouth. Young grant nearly lost his already teetering composure as the macho man started sucking his big toe unconsciously, almost as if it was a pacifier, going at it with rather strong pressure as he slobbered on the tender fleshy digit. If you’ve ever rubbed the plushy end of your finger with another, it felt like that but like a warm watery cheap vacuum was doing it from all angles. After a minute he took another picture only seconds before Tommy’s teeth began grazing Grant’s submerged wet toe and the mischievous roommate broke out in full on laughter.

“ahahHHahahaoohAahaHSSHIIIITTTAhAHAHAAHaHAHAAA” spewed from the baby faced brunette and he quickly muffled his outburst with his hand. The crazy ticklish sensation Tommy’s powerful mouth produced was unbelievably terrible until Grant managed to pull it out before his growing laughter could wake up the sleepy 22 year old. As if the unplanned foot service wasn’t wild and risky enough, he figured he’d end his fun with a touch of classic Grant charm. The slender somewhat petite lad grabbed the last sock he’d taken off because it was the most potent and carefully placed the lengthy aromatic cotton across Tommy’s nose. Grant giggled to himself and watched in immature pleasure as his foot-despising mate inhaled his flavorful footwear with every deep breath. Within the next few minutes he heard a key turning in the door and he quickly sat down on the couch to give the illusion he’d been there the whole time minding his own business before his other roommate walked in with the pizza.

“Man…traffic was a bitch today” Blake said in annoyance before facing Grant and Tommy.

“Haha, what the hell? Who’s sock is that?” the drummer asked in admiration/shock at the savory face freshener on the slumbering fella. “Oh, would you look at that” the sly lad replied with a smirk as he looked over at his snoring buddy and back at Blake. “He’s gonna kill you” the Junior added with a giggle before shutting the door behind him, waking Tommy up. “Mhmm…what the FUCK?!!” he exclaimed before yanking the sock off his face and springing from the couch in disgust. His bystander roommates couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at the normally stoic jock’s reaction. “You are such an asshole, Grant…I swear” he tried to play off, wanting to avoid any more embarrassment with the reaction they wanted. “That was hilarious but I’m starving so let’s eat!” Blake announced as the food machine of the group, the three of them chowing down at the table for the next hour.

Dinner soon developed into a heated game of poker between the trio as it had many times before. It was approaching 10 p.m. when one particular hand saw all of them holding out for an expected win. “You’re bluffing, Grant…we all know it” Blake challenged with competitive intensity. “Is that right?” he answered, sipping his beer. “$20 says you’re full of shit” Tommy chimed in as his green bill hit the pot of money. “I’ve got one better…if I lose this hand, you guys can split the pot and I’ll throw in $20 but if I win, both of you have to massage my feet” Grant boldly proposed. “What is with you today, dude?” the basketball jock asked, the beer giving him more gusto than usual. “It’s just funny to watch you squirm and…I love a good massage” he answered. “Hell no” Tommy rejected. “We’re in” Blake agreed for him and his buddy. “Fuck that!” “Bro, there is at least 100 bucks in the pot, I could use $50. Everybody show” the musician instructed before all three hands of cards became visible on the table. “No fucking way…” Tommy let out with his hand on his face at Grant’s royal flush, better than his and Blake’s cards.

“I’ll be on the couch, when you’re ready” the feathery haired straight A student said with a toothy smile before plopping down on the grey sofa. “Shit…” Blake said in realization, standing up and chugging the rest of his bottle for some liquid courage. The blonde looked over to see Grant resting his feet on the coffee table, looking back at him while wiggling his cute toes to taunt his roommates. “Get a load of twinkle toes over there” Blake said with a chuckle. “Alright, let’s just do this” Tommy said with a deep breath before they walked closer and each took a bare foot in their hands. They both began rubbing the admittedly smooth feet with large encompassing strong grips. “Ooh that’s nice” he complimented with a pleased expression. Tommy just rolled his eyes and continued massaging the foot, a few sizes smaller than his own. “Yeah, Blake…use those thumbs” Grant added with a teasing smile. “You’re enjoying this way too much” the drummer replied while adding pressure into the balls of his soft right foot with his talented thumbs.

Tommy’s massive hands felt fantastic according to the look of satisfaction on the brunette’s face when his left foot received a deep tissue technique in the middle of his silky sole. “Ohh…shit” the relaxed lad moaned with closed eyes.  “Could you not make climax noises, dude?” the athlete asked. “It’s not my fault you’re so good at massaging feet…you must do this pretty often” Grant prodded. “Fuck you” he spat back to try and contradict his humiliating position. The pair of tall roommates continued rubbing Grant’s rather adorable feet for several minutes; each of them proving to be excellent masseurs of the plushy tan beauties Grant seemed to enjoy flaunting. Around the ten minute mark, Blake looked to Tommy, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked as his gaze shifted to the bare soles and back to his partner in the bet. “Ahh…ok…1,2,3” Tommy nodded before counted down as they held tight and started scribbling wildly, stunning Grant and his body as it was thrust into a frenzy of bucking and jerking on the couch.

“This is for being a stubborn ass!” Blake pointed out with steady fingers scraping along the wrinkling foot trying to escape his attack. “AhaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAhAHAFUUCCKKAhAHAHAHAYOUUUU AhahAHAHAHAHAHAALLEETTTAHAHAMMEEEEEAhAHHAHAAAAGOOOO!!” he yelled with fists pounding into the sofa as the sensations wrecked his previously relaxed state his mates’ had induced. “Say you’re a prick and we’ll stop” Tommy negotiated with furious nails scraping vigorously on the terribly sensitive sole, covering every section with great efficiency; heel, arch, balls, and wiggly toes to fully punish his devious friend.

“AHAHAHHHAHAHFFIIINNEEE!! AHAHAHAHAHAIIIMMM AhaAHAHAHAAAAAA AHAHAHAHAAPPPRRICCCKKKKAAHAHAHAA!!AHAHAH PPLEEASSEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYOUUUAHAHWWINNNNNAAHAA!” Grant spewed loudly, the tickling forcing out a more obedient version for the mildly arrogant boy. With the admission of defeat, Blake and Tommy let go of their roommate’s naked and tingling feet with a sense of retribution.

“You guys suck…” the smaller boy said between breaths. “You deserved it, shithead” the jock replied before opening another beer. “Oh, I almost forgot…you really do suck, Tommy” Grant added with a grin toward the others like he remembered he had a secret stash of gold hidden away. “The hell are you talking about?” Blake asked, joining his tickling mate at the table. With that invitation, Grant walked over with his phone in hand and showed the pair of them a picture of Tommy sucking the younger lad’s big toe. “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” he let out in an explosive voice coupled with a missed swing for the phone.

The taller guy started chasing Grant around the apartment for the damning evidence like an episode of Tom and Jerry, making Blake grab his stomach in laughter while adding his own two cents to the insane yet entertaining situation…”Big Tommy loves his twinkle toes!”