The guy who responded said he was in the Army and had adopted a rescue puppy. He was not able to make it home every day at lunch and needed someone from time to time to walk the dog for him. Even though he lived on the other side of town I figured it would be worth meeting him and the dog. So we scheduled to hook up in the park next to his apartment complex.

I like living in a military town. Seeing soldiers almost every day is nice. And the heavy boots they wear often make me think how tired and sweaty their feet must get by the end of the day. So many sexy soldier feet and yet little chance of ever getting to enjoy them in person. But there is no harm in fantasizing, I guess.

The first thing I noticed was this fellow was wearing flip-flops. Flip-flops are the greatest invention since sliced bread in my opinion. The long warm-weather season here allows for many sightings of naked feet. And each time I see a guy wearing flip-flops or sandals I get that little tickle in my belly and feel my cock beginning to stir. Having a foot fetish can be fun but also frustrating. Too many 'look but don't touch' situations that leave me wanting more.

Alex walked up to me with leash in hand and an adorable puppy on the other end. A nice smile and piercing blue eyes greeted me. We introduced ourselves and headed to a shady spot to chat. I had sunglasses on so I was able to keep glancing down at his feet without him knowing it. His feet were not overly large but were perfectly shaped. He had long, slender toes with nicely trimmed nails. Just right for sucking. My mouth began to water and I tried not to get too distracted. Luckily the sunglasses allowed my gaze to wander 'south' without being too obvious.

We made arrangements for me to walk his dog on an as-needed basis. I looked forward to spending time with such a sweet and energetic puppy. Alex said he'd leave the key under the mat for me on the days I'd be letting myself into his apartment. And it wasn't long before I got a text asking if I could go over the following day. I excitedly responded that I would.

When I arrived at Alex's place I found the key and let myself in. It was a spacious but average bachelor-type pad. Not much furniture. Lots of tech toys, a huge TV, and a newer laptop on a desk in the living room.. The puppy, Emmy, was a bit shy and suspicious at first but soon warmed up to me and was eager to begin her walk. She dragged me all over the apartment grounds. Sniffing, exploring, enjoying every minute. By the time we returned I was worn out but she seemed to still have boundless energy. I noticed a tennis ball on the floor and I began rolling and tossing it to her. She chased it around like a child at a playground. I knelt down on the rug and something interesting caught my eye. Next to, and slightly behind, the TV stand were a pair of Army boots and some scrunched up green Army socks. My heart began to beat a bit faster. I knew these had to be Alex's and I also knew I had to investigate them further. I crept over and got close enough to catch a very subtle odor of sock funk. Strong enough, though, to make my penis start to stiffen slightly. I eagerly reached out to grab one sock , It felt a bit damp. Alex must have sweaty feet I thought to myself. I caressed it briefly and then pressed it to my face and nose. One deep whiff and I was in heaven. The sock smelled of foot sweat and well-worn boot. My head was spinning and I could feel the first little drips of pre-cum leaking from my cock. I grabbed the other sock and pressed them both to my nose. I rubbed them on my cheeks and face. What I really wanted to do was whip out my erection, push it inside one of the socks, and jerk to climax right there on the floor in his apartment. But I decided that might not be a good idea.

I finally set the socks gently on the rug and grabbed one of the boots. All sorts of vivid images filled my head. Alex wearing those very boots on post. Or in desert sands in some foreign land while on deployment. These boots had probably supported him in places and situations I could barely imagine. And here I was with full access to them. And plenty of time to hold them, admire them, and most definitely smell them. The aroma that each provided was just what I'd expected. You can tell a lot about a fellow just by smelling his footwear, I think. These did not disappoint. With each healthy inhalation my senses were rewarded. I was in foot fetish heaven.....

I snapped out of my reverie when I realized it was probably time to head home. The dog had lost interest in her ball and was now snoozing on the sofa. I set the boots reverently back on the rug. I placed the socks where I'd found them. I stood up, adjusted my crotch bulge, and headed out the door. The return trip seemed extra long. I was anxious to get home. I made a dash for the bathroom to enjoy a passionate jack-off session with a head full of fresh mental images to help get me off quickly.

Not many days passed before I received another text from Alex asking if I could walk Emmy again the next day. I quickly replied a hearty “yes.” Not only would the extra money come in handy but I was hoping perhaps to have another chance to explore some sweaty and smelly Army boots and socks. And when I got to the apartment the next day I was not disappointed. Of course I first had to take the dog for a long and exhausting walk. At least I was exhausted afterwards. She was still frisky and wanting to play on our return. So more ball tossing with her until she finally settled down on the couch. My eyes slowly scanned the room and then focused on the prize. What I saw this time was a bit different from before. In a pile along one wall and opposite the computer desk were several pairs of dirty socks and an old, beat up pair of tennis shoes. A thought popped into my head. Granted, Alex was a young bachelor. And most single men tend to be a bit sloppy when it comes to housekeeping. But for the most part his residence was quite tidy. Yet here, in full view, was a pile of unwashed socks and a pair of old sneakers. They did seem out of place at first. Perhaps Alex is a jogger and he removes his footwear when returning home and drops them in the first convenient place. Quickly I was on my knees and began pawing through the treasures before me. I picked up one tennis shoe and noticed it was certainly well-worn. As I raised it to my nose I could smell stale sweat and a strong, but not unpleasant, foot odor. A mental image of Alex's sexy feet confined in these very sneakers while out jogging around the neighborhood filled my head. The other sneaker smelled just as good. As I fondled and sniffed each damp sock I was again aware of the arousing effect it had on me. My penis was stirring in my pants. That familiar oozing of pre-cum was starting once again. The tickle in my tummy was building. This time I had to try something more. Still on my knees I raised myself up. I slowly unzipped my pants and reached through the opening in my boxers to release my stiffening cock. I may not win a prize for penis size. But for a fellow my age I could probably get at least an honorable mention for hardness when erect. I took one musky black sock and slowly slid it over my cock. My fist clamped tightly around it as I began to move my hand up and down. The rough texture of the sock really made the sensation more intense. I quickened the pace. Faster and faster I moved my fist until I felt that undeniable and unstoppable urge to ejaculate. I must have made a loud noise when the first spurts of semen shot from my piss slit into the dank sock. Even Emmy lifted her head and looked to see what was going on. My eyes then closed as I shot a copious amount of cum into Alex's smelly sock. When I was done I felt a bit light-headed and also a tad guilty. Here I am on my knees with another fellow's dirty sock wrapped around my penis. Perhaps I'd gone a bit too far this time.

And I immediately wondered if Alex would detect any strange substance in his sock when he laundered them. But it was too late now. The deed was done. I gently placed the sock back on the bottom of the pile, stood while zipping up my fly, and quickly left, locking the door behind me as I placed the key back under the mat.

I heard from Alex a few times in the following weeks. Each time that he'd ask if I was free to walk Emmy I would happily accommodate him. I always made sure he got his money's worth too. He hired me for an hour. My job was to walk the dog and allow her time to do her business and get plenty of exercise. Then I'd play with her a bit back in the apartment until the hour was up. But after my job duties were completed I did not see any harm in lingering. Especially when each visit provided me with another opportunity to explore and enjoy whatever dirty laundry or footwear Alex happened to leave on the living room floor. And he always did, too. It seemed as if each time I was there I discovered a different pile of goodies. Lots more dirty socks. Most were black athletic socks. (Black socks must be a preference for young guys today I guess.) Some fancy dress socks. And the usual green, dingy Army socks I'd come to enjoy. One time the older pair of Army boots would be sitting there. Sometimes the stinky sneakers. A few times even a pair of sleek dress shoes. Perhaps the kind you'd wear to church or out for a fancy dinner. But regardless of the type of item I found I can assure you that each one was thoroughly examined, smelled, and appreciated. I discovered that the Army boots had a different smell from the sneakers. The dress shoes had their own unique scent. The Army socks were always damp and crumpled. The gym socks tended to smell the ripest. The dress socks had a subtler aroma. But each one told a story, at least in my head. Each one had held and cradled Alex's sexy, muscular feet. Those same feet I'd lusted over the first day we'd met in the park. I was a real lucky fellow. I was making a little extra spending money. I was thoroughly enjoying the time I spent walking and playing with a very sweet and affectionate puppy. And I was getting off on sniffing and fantasizing over piles of dirty, smelly socks and footwear that belonged to the handsome and sexy guy who hired me. Life is good....I did wonder at times, however, as to why there was always a pile of dirty socks and various types of footwear left out in the open in an otherwise tidy apartment.

One day after walking the dog I had to pee so I slipped into the bathroom to use the commode. While there I saw a big laundry basket full of other items. Piled high and waiting for the next laundry day. Wrinkled , stained underpants. Sweaty t-shirts. Faded blue jeans. Why weren't the dirty socks in with the rest of the clothes, I wondered? For some reason many of the socks never made it to the basket. And shoes were always left out in the living room too. I guess each guy has his own way of doing things.

I had left several loads of cum in Alex's socks and I hoped he was not aware of what I'd been doing. I guess another wet spot in an otherwise damp, smelly sock doesn't attract attention. I was not going to question my good fortune. I wasn't doing any harm. The socks needed to be washed anyway. I was very careful with them. I placed them back in the pile so as to look undisturbed. Each shoe or boot was returned to its previous position after a thorough and enjoyable encounter with my nose. I have to admit that after smelling Alex's footwear it made me wonder what his feet would smell like in person. I've not had many encounters with guy's feet. But the few I've had made me realize that each pair of feet has a special and unique odor. Some mild and subtle. Some stronger and more pungent. Each with its own special quality that begs to be savored.

I'm not sure when I first realized I had a thing for guy's feet. But there's no denying my interest. More than just an interest, actually. I'd call it a passion. Men's feet are quintessentially masculine and appealing. The shape. The pronounced arch. The long sexy toes. And most guys, I imagine, are not aware of how attractive their feet can be. They are all too frequently overlooked. Wives and girlfriends for sure might not appreciate their beauty and desirability. Too bad, I say. I began to think more about Alex. I wondered how his muscular feet would feel in my hands. How they'd smell with my nose pressed against the damp flesh. And also what they might taste like if my eager tongue was slowly and passionately licking and sucking them.. Or tickling that tender spot between each toe. It made my head spin. If he only knew that the guy he hired to walk his dog would also love to spend time with his own “dogs” and do things that would make them, and him, feel good. Little did I realize that soon something would happen to change things completely.

***

At first nothing seemed different when Alex texted me to ask if I'd walk Emmy the following day around noon.
He was hoping to leave work on post a bit early but didn't want to take the chance of Emmymissing her walk in case he was held up. So I agreed to go. As usual I was excited. Anticipating a fun time with the dog and some more special fun afterwards, I had just gotten inside and was kneeling down to greet Emmy when suddenly the door opened and in walked Alex. He took me by surprise. He stood there in his Army uniform with a strange look on his face. But it was not just his face that caught my attention. One nice thing about living in a big military town is getting the chance to see so many young and handsome soldiers in their uniforms. Alex did not disappoint in his. He wasn't a real big guy. But he had a nice, firm youthful physique. And he filled out his Army duds well. There is something darn sexy about a guy in uniform. No wonder so many gals have fallen for soldiers of all types over the years.

When he started to speak it kind of jolted me out of my reverie as I realized I'd been staring at him a bit too long, perhaps. He said he was able to slip away from work early but it was OK that I was there. The dog needed walking anyway and while I was doing that he'd go on a long run. He'd been wanting to all week but hadn't had the chance. So it all seemed fine. I grabbed Emmy's leash, hooked her up, and was out the door. It did seem a bit odd to be walking her while Alex was home. But if he was happy with the arrangement, than so was I. The only thing is I'd not have a chance for any extra activities later on. Oh well....

Emmy dragged me all over the place. Eventually she led me to the off-leash run on the apartment complex grounds. There were a couple other dogs already playing. She eagerly joined them for some vigorous doggy wrestling. It is a good way for her to learn to socialize and also to wear herself out a bit. My hour was nearly up so I hooked her back on the leash and headed to the apartment. I gave her treats and fussed over her briefly. I was just getting ready to leave when in burst a very sweaty and out of breath Alex. He was shirtless and drops of perspiration were trickling slowly down his chest. His face was flushed. His breathing labored. He must have finished a very strenuous run. He bent over with his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. The sight of him practically naked but for those skimpy running shorts and beat up sneakers was something to behold. I enjoyed a very intense look while he was bent over and captured a vivid mental image for future masturbatory inspiration.

Alex stood up and had a big grin of his face. Emmy had run over and was enthusiastically greeting him as if he'd been gone for a week. He asked if I'd mind hanging around a bit while he hit the head. He wanted to talk to me about something. I said sure and stood there as he slipped into the john. I could hear his piss stream splashing in the toilet while I pondered what he might want to speak to me about. He came back out with a towel in hand but still glistening with sweat. He invited me back into the living room and I obediently followed. We walked over o the computer desk and he sat in the chair as I stood next to him. I tried to get as close as possible.to his sweaty form. He raised his arm to push a shock of damp hair from his forehead. The smell of aftershave and armpit wafted toward my nose.

“I wanna show you something here, Norm, “ he said as he started to click the mouse.
“I've been taking some pictures of Emmy with my new camera and I thought you'd like to see them. She is very photogenic!”

We looked at dozens of pictures while Alex kept telling me how satisfied he was with the way I'd been caring for Emmy. Finding someone reliable and trustworthy to help with the dog had been a major concern of his. He felt lucky to have found me. Then he explained he'd installed an app on his phone that worked with the built-in camera on his laptop. He could tune in at work or anyplace else and view Emmy in the apartment . He could check to see if she was behaving or if she was getting into trouble like chewing up the furniture or tearing up sofa pillows.

It took a moment but then a cold chill came over me. I repeated in my mind the words he'd just spoken. He could watch, from his phone, everything that went on in the living room? I began to realize that not only Emmy would be viewable on camera. But anyone else in the room would be as well. Even me.....

My mouth went dry. I felt weak in the knees. I wanted to turn and run away. Get out of there and drive as fast as I could back to the safety of my own house. Forget about Alex, and Emmy, and and all the rest. But I was trapped. It was too late. The gig was up.

Alex began to play a short video showing me with the dog. Tossing the ball around and watching her run after it. I swallowed so hard I'm sure even Emmy heard it.

He turned and looked right in my eyes as he spoke.

“It is nice that you spend time playing with Emmy after her walks. She enjoys her toys and I know she likes to play fetch as well,” he said.

The look on his face told me all I needed to know. He wasn't just going to show videos of me playing withEmmy. I knew the next one could be of me playing with ME!. And quickly the screen switched to an image of me on my knees with one of Alex's stinky socks pressed up to my face. I watched in shock as I held it to my nose as I sniffed and even licked it and groped my crotch. I was holding his stinky running shoe inthe next video. I watched myself press it to my face as my nose explored its rankness. The last video was the most embarrassing. In abashed and utter silence I watched myself, hard cock in hand, use his dirty sock as a cum rag. Each moan, each grunt, and the final frenzied climax was vividly portrayed. I felt sick to my stomach.

Thankfully Alex turned off the computer and slid the chair back as he stood. He was not quite as tall as me but for some reason he suddenly seemed to tower like a giant. He turned and firmly grasped my arm while leading me to the sofa. He pushed me to the floor, sat down, and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“I can see you like feet, Norm. How they look, probably. But mostly how they smell. You obviously enjoy fucking around with my stinky socks and smelly shoes and boots. You get aroused by them. You can't deny it. I have the proof on video. Once I realized what you were doing I kept leaving more items for you to discover. I'm surprised you did not get suspicious.”

I knelt there with my head lowered. I could feel the flush in my face. My armpits were dripping with sweat. I did not know what to say, or how to respond. He'd simply spoken the truth. My secret had been brutally exposed.

“Well, then,” he continued. “If you enjoy it so much I want you to show me right now. Show me how much you want my feet. How you've fantasized about holding them. Touching them. Smelling and licking them. Now you have your chance, Norm. And you'd better take darn good advantage of it. Get to work.”

His tone was firm yet non-threatening. I was trembling but I knew what I had to do. I slowly reached out and touched one of his running shoes. It felt hot and damp. I grabbed the other. I held them tightly. I realized that each held a prize I'd soon be opening. I reached out to untie one lace but Alex stopped me.

“Use your mouth,” he barked.

I leaned forward and tried to grab the lace in my teeth. I surprised myself when the shoe was eventually untied. I did the same with the other. I looked up for his approval and when he nodded I slowly slipped one shoe off his sweaty foot..

“Smell it Norm.” Push your nose deep inside and inhale.”

I obliged. I held the sneaker to my face. I took a deep breath and my senses were assaulted with the odor of stale foot sweat. It was a strong smell but not an unpleasant one. Much more pronounced than when I'd sniffed these same shoes before. I was getting fresh foot funk this time. And once my nose was fully infused with the intoxicating scent I kicked into autopilot. I did not need encouragement or direction from Alex. My instincts took over. I knew exactly what to do as I removed the other shoe and placed them both on the rug beside me. For a moment I just gazed at the table and the sexy feet wrapped in sweat-soaked socks that rested there. As I moved closer the smell became stronger. I reached out and grabbed a foot in each hand. Alex's socks were so damp I could have wrung the perspiration out of them. Most guys, I imagine, would be embarrassed to have excessively sweaty feet. To me it is something to be celebrated. Sweaty pits, crotch, feet. They are all good. Things a fellow like me can truly appreciate and admire. I moved my face close to the socks and took a deep breath. Heavenly! Alex wiggled his toes as if to tease and torment me. My cock was steely hard and straining in my pants.

I grasped an ankle in one hand .Slowly and erotically I peeled the sock from his foot with my teeth. I repeated the process with the other one. I glanced up at Alex. Now his head lay back. His eyes were closed. His breathing was shallow. I was in control . I took his damp and stinky feet and drew them toward me. How can I describe the feel, the smell, the sensation of having a pair of sweaty, sexy feet pressing against one's face? It is beyond words. And then the smell. The smell of his feet was out of this world. How is it that a part of a man's body that is so often maligned, or at least under appreciated, can offer so much pleasure? Most people think feet are dirty and unattractive. Boy, are they wrong. Alex's feet were awesome. I closely inspected the soles and there was not one callus or mark of any kind. No scaly dry skin, either. It was obvious he'd taken very good care of them. The nails were closely and neatly trimmed as if he'd had a professional pedicure. The skin, though clammy to the touch, was soft and pliable. My tongue darted out .Eagerly awaiting that first tantalizing taste.

One thing I've learned is that a guy's feet can have a variety of tastes depending on where one licks. The tops might be different from the soles. The toes have their own special flavor. I started with Alex's left foot. First I slid my tongue from the heel all the way up the sole. Again and again. Like a cat licking its fur. Slowly and sensuously. Savoring the sweaty dampness of his skin. The taste was perfect. Slightly salty. Slightly musky. Sufficiently spicy. Then I moved to the toes, and his were perfect. The big toe was plump and prominent. The rest were equally tempting. Each one a bit shorter than the one before. Ending with the little toe that was cute as a button. Sucking men's toes is very erotic. They are almost like little penises. Hard, succulent, and surprisingly tasty. I slurped and sucked each one like it was a lollipop. Sometimes fitting two or three in my mouth at once. Then my favorite part of all. I gently spread the toes to taste that special, sweet spot in between. My tongue danced and darted as it explored. To someone who's never serviced a guy's feet before it is hard to describe the special sensation of having your tongue between someone's toes. Mmmmmm.....

I continued with Alex's other foot. I glanced up at him. He was watching me now with a strange look on his face as if he'd been hypnotized. I'm sure he'd never had anyone service his feet before. Especially a guy who loves doing it as much as me. I knew he could sense my passion. And I could surely sense his pleasure. His right hand inched down to the bulge that had formed in his shorts. It was obvious that he, too, was aroused. He kneaded his cock slowly through the thin fabric, which left little to the imagination. His cockhead was visible. The shaft seemed to grow bigger and bigger until the head was peeking out of the waistband. I could even see a glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip. His eyes seemed to be asking permission, so I smiled and nodded. He lifted his butt, grabbed the shorts, and quickly slipped them off. He wiped the sweat from under his arms with them before tossing them on the floor beside me. I momentarily paused and looked intently at him. His youthful yet masculine nakedness was a sight to behold.

Alex was very nice looking in a boyish sort of way. His thick mop of dark red hair was tousled and damp. His nipples were noticeably protruding. A slight trail of fine reddish hair just below his navel drew my eyes further down to his crotch. His cock was now fully hard and twitching with each heartbeat. It was long but not overly thick with a pink mushroom head that had an almost waxy shine to it. Below were two plump, ripe balls nesting between his legs.. All topped off with a slight smattering of reddish pubic hair that looked neatly trimmed. I leaned in a bit closer until a subtle but unmistakable scent of sweaty male crotch wafted to my nose. Why is it that smells can be so arousing and appealing? The smell of pits, crotch and feet all mixed together. It was nearly more than my senses could take - like an olfactory orgasm.

I went back to work on his feet while he slowly and lovingly stroked his penis. He was still watching me intently. Occasionally I'd hear a soft moan or a slight gasp. But neither of us spoke a word. I lost track of time but it seemed like I'd been slobbering over his feet for an hour or more. But probably only 15 minutes had passed. His feet were now glistening with my spit. I'd tasted and savored every inch. I lifted them both up, pressed them to my face, and held them there. Then suddenly I just seemed to go crazy. I could not hold back. A frenzy of licking, sucking and slurping began. Alex's eyes opened wide. The faster I did his feet the faster he jacked his cock. I knew he could not last much longer. I felt him start to tense a bit. He pushed against my face with his feet. His toes began to curl. He let out a loud, primal groan as the pressure of his impending climax reached the point of no return. I raised my eyes just in time to see spurt after spurt of Army cum squirt out of his angry red cock. The first shot almost hit me in the face. The rest landed in soft plops on his leg. The last few dribbles formed a puddle on his ball sac. He was completely drained. He closed his eyes once more as his head rested against the sofa.

I felt bold. I reached out and scooped a little cum onto my finger and smeared it on his big toe. Then I licked it off. I'd never even tasted my own cum before, let alone someone else's. But I could not resist. I gave the rest of his feet one more quick tongue bath and then stood up. My knees cracked as I rose. He opened his eyes. It was like he'd woken from a dream. He stood up. His slightly deflated cock still had a gob of jizz on the tip which began to drip as he moved. I took a step backward as he came toward me not knowing what to expect. Then he simply reached out and shook my hand with vigorous approval.

“Good job, Norm! As I said I'm so glad I hired you to walk Emmy for me. And discovering your many other unique talents is certainly a bonus.”

Apparently he was totally cool with my foot fetish. As long as he was the recipient of my ministrations, I guess.

“How about coming over again tomorrow around noon?” he asked. “I am leaving work early and I think another long run would do me good. You can walk Emmy for me and then when I come back you can help me relax again. That Ok with you, bud?”

“Gee, Alex” I replied.with a sigh of relief. “Sounds great!” I'm glad I can help out. Not only with Emmy but with other things as well. See you tomorrow, then”

I felt totally fulfilled as I walked toward the door. I patted Emmy on the head and turned to wave goodbye to Alex. He was standing there still naked and gently scratching his balls. The smile on his face seemed a mile wide.......

THE END
(At least for now…)