That means years before I realized I was in love with him. Same neighbourhood. Same class. Totally different characters. Joe was into sports. I was into doing my homework. He was the center of attention. I was the friend he could trust and talk to. I remember us studying together. His parents loved me for helping their son. We would have sleepovers, staying up late at night, talking about stuff or wrestling. Joe was definitely stronger than me. Each time I ended up pinned down and had to beg to be set free, which I started to find erotic at some point. When he would fall asleep, I'd go down his bed and smell his feet. Then I'd go home and jerk off to that.

I told Joe I was into men the day we graduated school. It was a risk I had to take. I wanted him to know. Thankfully, he was cool about it. Of course I said nothing about loving him in particular. We are in our thirties now and still good friends.

Joe came over one night asking for a place to stay. His longtime girlfriend had thrown him out of the house. Mine was big enough. I told him he could stay as long as he wished. We ordered pizza and drank beers. Joe looked tired. He said he'd been on his feet all day. The moment he took off his shoes, the nicest odor filled the air. Nothing stinky. Just manly. His socks radiated heat. He gulped down the rest of his beer and asked for another one. I headed to the fridge. His feet were streched on the coffee table when I returned. I couldn't help but stare. We started talking about what had happened. I fed him one beer after another until he was totally wasted. I had to help him to the bathroom. I even had to hold his dick for him to pee. Joe smiled at my touch mumbling his girl's name. I half-carried my 6'2 and 230 pounds friend to his bedroom, undressed him and put him to sleep. He started snoring immediately. He was knocked out good. 

I went down the bed as I used to when we were kids. My heart was beating fast. It had been so many years. I buried my face in his socked feet. The reek of them made my cock stir. I felt surrounded by Joe's erotic, intoxicating smell. There were expanses at the ball and heel where the pinkness showed through threadbare fabric. I grasped the end of each sock, slowly peeling them off. Joe didn't move or flinch. With newfound confidence I wrapped my lips around his toes and started sucking. They had this masculine taste, kind of like cedar. Literally they had me drooling. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled my boxers down and shot my load all over Joe's feet, then started licking them clean. Joe opened his eyes at this point. He tried to stand up but fell back to the bed. In a second he was snoring again. He had scared the shit out of me. He was so drunk he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. I pulled my boxers up and left the room.

It was almost dinner time when Joe woke up. It was Sunday so he had nothing to do. He came out of his room bare chest, in khaki shorts, flip-flops on his big feet. He leaned back to my recliner, slipped his feet from his flips and crossed them on the coffee table. He stretched his body, hands behind his head, black hair sprouting from his armpits. He said he hadn't slept that good in months and thanked me for letting him sleep over. Then he said this:

"Last night you took advandage of your drunk friend. Shame on you, Eddie". Joe smiled at my surprise. He started flexing his toes and wiggling them. "So, my best friend is into feet. It's called a foot fetish, am I right?"

"What are you talking about? No, I... I just..." I tried to explain myself but Joe didn't let me finish. He put his finger up making the shhhh sign. I was breathing fast now. I felt dizzy.

"It's ok, dude. No need for excuses. I've noticed you staring at my feet before anyway. No big deal. I just didn't know you were so into it. You love them, huh? Why don't you crawl over here and take a whiff".

"Joe, please" I said in a pathetic attempt to regain control. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Now, now, don't be so dramatic, Ed. Just get on your knees and start crawling over to me. Don't think about it. Just do it!"

I did it. I stopped thinking about it and did it. It was like a dream. Joe snapped his fingers and I sank to the ground. He was so confident about it I couldn't help myself. This situation was a huge turn-on for me. I kneeled before his feet and started sniffing. "Do they smell good?" "They stink!" I lied. "But you like it". "No, I don't". "Oh, yes you do. Now quit that shit out and put you face closer". Joe adjusted his position in the recliner. He grabbed my head and forced me to his feet. His attitude was putting me at ease. I became more relaxed, quicker to answer, more truthful. I was determined not to lose this chance with him. I didn't want him to change his mind.

"What would you like to do to my feet? Lick them? Tickle them, maybe?"

"Both. Anything. I mean, I don't know".

"Let's find out. Kiss the sole of my foot. Tell me you like it and I'll let you lick it. Don't worry, this stays between us".

I slowly leaned forward and kissed the top of Joe's sole right below the toes. Then I took hold of his ankle and licked the arch. His foot felt heavy in my hand. Heavy yet soft. His sulty male sweat electrified my taste buds once more. I licked up to his big toe and put that in my mouth. I could tell Joe was smiling. I was in heaven. I kept on sucking his big toe gently yet greedily. I opened my mouth as widely as I could and tried to put all of his toes inside. I just couldn't get enough. Joe closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He was enjoying it. I doubt any woman ever did this to him. What an attractive man he was. What a lucky guy I was to service him.

"Okay, enough! Bow down!" Joe barked, getting more into it.

He put his feet on the ground. I kneeled there and kissed his tops and insteps. Joe blazed a stern new look I had not seen before. I felt my submissive side working it's way into my brain. Lust overcame dignity. He lifted up one leg and I instantly rolled over. His wide sole rested on my face, looking enormous from that point of view, as if ready to crush me.

"That's good. Now lick it with the whole tongue, starting from the heels up to the toes. That's it. Nice big slurps! You like this, don't you? You wanna be cotroled by your straight friend".

I acted like a dog is lapping at water. He had me going for a good ten minutes or so. His wide soles were all covered in my saliva. Suddenly Joe slapped me in the face, then grabbed my jaw with his right hand. "Your tongue must be dry by now. Open up!" I quickly opened my mouth. I was looking into his eyes as Joe pulled himself closer and spit a huge load inside. I moaned and I swallowed. I was close to cum. He put his foot back to my face, while pressing my hard-on with the other. I instantly came in my pants, grunting like an animal. Joe burst out loughing.

"What a faggot! What a fucking faggot you are, Eddie!" He patted me on the head. "Kiss my feet goodbye and go clean yourself".

I didn't expect him to be so dominant and verbal. I guess all this giving me orders shit had raised his wounded self-estim. I planted a kiss on the sole of each foot before getting up. I mean respectful, worshipful kisses. If only I could kiss him on his lips too! I excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. I was still blushing with shame when I returned.

"That was quite an experience I must say! I mean, no woman puts her mouth anywhere near a man's dirty feet, right? No way!" Joe ruffled my hair like a big brother does. "That's what good ol' friends are for. Your tongue between my toes, damn it felt good! You're a good guy, Ed. You know how much I care for you, so let me be clear about this. It was fun. I had a great time and I don't mind doing it again. But I'm into chicks. You know that. I mean, I don't have such feelings for you and I don't want to hurt yours".

"I know, Joe. All I ask is this. I promise I will never ask for more". No doubt I sounded pathetic.

"Go make us something to eat. I'm starving and it's not going to be pizza again. I expect you cook decent meals for me if I am to stay" Joe teased me.

He flipped on the tv looking for sports. I spent the next hour in the kitchen cooking for him. Joe's appetite was huge that day, unlike mine. I watched him gobble up pretty much everything and wash it down with beer while I nibbled on some bread still mesmerized by what had happened. I cried a lot until late that night, thinking of Joe's words over and over again. That's the problem with me. I get attracted to straight men. Yet his loud snoring was more convincing than words, I guess, so I ended up at the foot of his bed once more, sniffing his sleepy dogs sticking out the blanket. I fell asleep right there, on the floor, with his damp socks as a pillow.

That was half a year ago. Joe stayed with me for almost a month. Best month of my life. Living with him gave housekeeping a new meaning. I was keeping the apartment clean for Joe, cooking for Joe, washing his clothes and underwear. His dirty boxers smelled of piss and dried cum. That was the best part. It became a form of love istead of plain boredom. I wanted to satisfy his every need. Anything relevant to his feet, like putting on his socks in the morning or cutting his toenails, was also on me. When at work, I could only think about going back home. People would be talking to me and I'd kinda drift off, it became a joke. 

Now Joe has a new girlfriend. I can tell he's in love. He still comes over when he wants to talk about something and I still listen to him like I always did. Nothing has changed between us. Expect for now I put his bare feet on my lap while he talks and give him a foot rub. I scratch his tender soles and Joe laughs his deep sexy laughter. He is ticklish as a little kid. Kitchy kitchy koo. I imagine him naked, his hard cock bouncing all over as I work him over. Wishful thinking. If there is a football match on the TV, Joe wants to talk about nothing while he watches the game. I bring him a cold beer and get on all fours. I stay silent, my head bowed to my task.

"If we win the championship, I might let you suck my dick" Joe teases me each time cause we both know there is no way they're winning.

I still dream about it though.