We’ve known each other for five years. We’re both married and in our mid thirties. Neither of us have any children. Recently I had an experience with Arthur that I want to share with you. Coincidentally both of our wives were out of town on business for the companies they work for so with no plans for the evening I invited Arthur to come to my place after work for dinner…Chinese take-out of course. Dressed in a gray suit, Arthur in a blue suit we left the bank at five PM and rode the “F” train to my house in Brooklyn. When we got off the train I treated us to Chinese take-out from the place a few blocks from my house. Arthur dashed into a superette and emerged with a six pack of Coors light, his treat for the evening. When we got to my house we shucked off our suit jackets, loosened our ties, and undid the top buttons of our white dress shirts.

“Thanks for having me over Brad.” Arthur said as he took two cans of beer from the six packs he had bought.

He handed me a can of beer and we both opened them, gulping them.

“Ahhhh!!” I said. “Nothing like a cold beer and good company to go with dinner.”

“And, while we’re eating we can talk about that new system we’re having installed next week.” Arthur said, taking me by my arm.

“Oh shit, come on Arthur, let’s not talk shop.” I said with a mock grimace as he walked me toward the dinner table.

While we chowed down on chicken with broccoli, fried rice, wanton soup, and our beers Arthur and I summarized what we had talked about in the recent meetings at work concerning the new computer system that was being installed in our department at the bank. We both agreed that it sounded great and should increase productivity dramatically. When dinner was over I suggested we watch some television in the living room. Arthur carried two beers with him as we walked to the living room. He placed them on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.

“Listen, make yourself comfortable.” I said to him. “I’m just going to give Laura a call to see how she is. Turn on the TV, take your shoes off, relax…”

I trotted to the kitchen where the phone was as Arthur picked up the remote control and flicked on the television to CNN. The business report was on…Arthur’s favorite thing to watch. The TV on, Arthur loosened his tie a little more, slipped his black slip-on wing tips off his feet and stretched out on the couch, his feet dangling off the end of it. He opened his second beer and sipped it as I spoke to my wife. When I was done talking to Laura I came into the living room. Arthur looked comfortable on the couch so being that he was the guest I didn’t ask him to move. I simply sat down on the rugged floor, my back against the couch, my head right next to Arthur’s feet. He was wearing black nylon, ribbed, knee length, Gold Toe brand socks.

“Hey Brad, sit up here on the couch…” Arthur said, nudging my shoulder with his big toe.

“Nah, I always sit on the floor when Laura and I are watching TV.” I said. “It’s comfortable down here.”

I tried to pretend I was interested in what was going on on the TV but watching business after work is boring to me. But, Arthur was my guest so I didn’t even suggest changing the channel. As we watched CNN Arthur sipped his beer. I hadn’t started my second one yet. It was a few minutes later when I began to notice the smell of foot sweat coming from Arthur’s socked feet. I didn’t move head away because I didn’t want to embarrass the guy after all. I leaned forward and grabbed my second beer off the coffee table. I popped it open, leaned back against the couch, and took a gulp of it.

“If you want to change the channel you can Brad.” Arthur said, nudging my shoulder again with his big toe.

“No, it’s fine…” I said and sipped my beer.

This time though Arthur kept his foot by my shoulder, his toe against it. I looked at that foot out of the corner of my eye.

“Do my feet smell bad?” Arthur asked me. “Sorry Brad, I’ve had these stinking socks on since early this morning…”

But he didn’t move his feet away from me. I took a sip of my beer, placed the can on the coffee table, and leaned back against the couch. When I turned to look at Arthur and tell him that his feet didn’t smell all that bad I found my nose pressed against the bottom of his left socked foot. I froze and inhaled deeply.

“Go ahead Brad, I have the feeling you want to…” Arthur said with a grin on his banker’s face.

He looked so smug with his corporate haircut and big blue eyes smirking at me. I cupped his heel in my hand and with my other hand I curled my fingers around the gold material around his toes of his Gold Toe socks.

“Arthur, I don’t understand…” I said, my nose still pressed against his foot.

But then my tongue came out of my mouth and I licked the bottom of Arthur’s foot.

“Oh you understand perfectly Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur said and crossed his arms behind his head. “Now, lick my socks clean for me.

“Yes Sir…” I whispered and held his foot tightly in my hands as I slowly licked the bottom of it, sucking on his sock at the same time, savoring the musty scent of it all.

“Oh yeah, always knew you had it in you to be a foot slave Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur said. “You think I didn’t notice all those times you came in my office when I had my feet propped up on my desk? Man, I knew you wanted to get those wing tips off my feet and lick em’ right there in the office…”

What he was saying was true, so true, all of it true. For some reason I had always admired Arthur’s black socked feet. It always intrigued me that he wore those knee length nylon socks. That way when he would cross his leg in a meeting there was no chance of Arthur showing any pale skin from his leg. And wing tips, Arthur always wore wing tips…lace up and slip-on. I continued licking the bottom of Arthur’s foot, my dick getting hard in my pants. I toyed with the gold material around Arthur’s toes, squeezing his toes at the same time, loving the feel of them…anticipating sucking on them.

“Yeahhh, feels great Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur said and reached down and hiked his pants up a little at the knees, revealing more oh his black knee length socks.

I moved my tongue from the bottom of his foot and licked along the side of it, moving upward.

“Yeah Brad, that’s right, lick my socks, suck the sweat out of them for me.” Arthur said. “So many times I’ve wanted my wife to do this for me but I guess only we men understand these things huh?”

“Yes Sir…” I said breathlessly.

I was shocked at myself when I kissed the calf of Arthur’s sock.

“Okay Brad, get back down there and work on my foot, my toes, my heel, and later for the rest of my socks.”

Seconds later I was kneeling in front of Arthur’s feet as he laid on the couch. He had his socked toes in my mouth and was making me drool on the gold toe material and suck it off over and over. I held his foot in my hands, squeezing it gently as I sucked his toes…loving it…not getting enough of the taste. Then, I wrapped my mouth around more of his foot and swirled my tongue over it as best I could. When Arthur slowly pulled his foot from my mouth I kissed it all over. Holding his foot in my hands I looked up at him.

“Arthur, I still don’t understand…” I whispered and kissed his toes.

“It’s simple Brad.” Arthur said as I hastily sucked his toes back into my mouth. “You have a foot fetish and I have a fetish for having my feet licked, sucked, kissed, whatever…”

“Simple?” I asked him, caressing his calf, moving my hands up his long sock. “We’re married men Arthur…”

“Our wives don’t have to know about this Brad.” Arthur said. “It’s our secret…”

I swirled the tip of my tongue around his ankle and over his heel. Arthur moaned contentedly and I could see the hard on in his suit pants.

“I need some beer.” I said, reaching for my beer from the coffee table.

As I was putting the bottle to my lips Arthur placed his toes by my lips, just over the bottle.

“Why not drink your beer from my sock Brad ol’ boy?” he suggested.

I gave Arthur’s foot a hard kiss and then slowly and carefully poured beer over his foot, soaking his sock with it. Then, another idea came to me. I quickly pulled a hassock in front of the couch so Arthur could lay his feet out for me together. He turned on the couch, placed his feet on the hassock, and hiked his suit pants all the way up to his knees, revealing all of his socks for me.

“Oh yeah…” I said grabbing both his feet with my hands.

I again began sucking his left foot, loving the taste of beer, sweat, and saliva on his sock.

“Ohhhh yeahhh Brad…imagine what you’ll be having for lunch from now on…” Arthur said jokingly. My wife will always wonder how my socks stay so clean. She hates handling them when I take them off at the end of the day.”

Actually, I was jealous of his wife in that respect. I would love to know how Arthur’s socks smell at the end of the day…not to mention that I was thinking about rolling them onto his feet for him every morning.

Gads, I was falling in love with my CO-worker’s socks and feet. I again sucked his toes into my mouth, sucking on the gold material, a feeling of ecstasy consuming me.

“You sure do love those toes of mine Brad…” Arthur said with a grin on his face.

I proceeded to kiss his feet all over, running my tongue over his arches, slightly tickling him. I ran my hands over the nylon material of his socks from his ankles to his knees and back down again, kissing his feet over and over and over. I then tongued the long ribs of his socks, kissing them as I went along. Done with that I placed the tips of my fingers under the tops of Arthur’s socks and folded them down, kissing the inside of his socks now.

“Okay Brad, you’re doing just what I had in mind next.” Arthur said to me. “Roll those stinky socks of mine off me slowly, inside out. I have a real treat for you now. You’re going to enjoy my feet…bare.”

I hadn’t really thought about that. It was actually Arthur’s socked feet that were driving me crazy. But I did as he said anyway, slowly rolling those socks of his off him. When his socks were off his feet Arthur placed his bare feet on the rugged floor, spreading his legs around the hassock. I had his socks in my hands, inside out.

“Okay Brad, here’s what I want you to do…” Arthur said to me. “Roll one of my socks into a tight ball, as tight as possible.”

“Yes Sir…” I whispered and put one of Arthur’s socks down on the hassock.

With trembling fingers I slowly rolled the other sock into a ball. Gads, I was holding Arthur’s sock in my hands. Why was that driving me crazy??? When the sock was rolled good and tight I held it up for Arthur to see.

“Good.” he said. “Now, open your mouth wide, and cram that stinker in as far as possible…”

I did as Arthur said, cramming his rolled up sock into my open mouth, the rancid taste of his feet sweat invading my taste buds.

“Mmmmfff…” I said when the sock was in, filling my mouth.

“Good boy.” Arthur said. “You’re an excellent foot slave if ever there was one. “Now, take my other sock and tie it over the one that’s in your mouth…tight.”

Once again I did as I was told. I was now gagged with Arthur’s socks, chewing heartily on the one in my mouth. Arthur placed his bare feet back up on the hassock.

“Lastly Brad, I want you to take off your shirt and tie.” Arthur said to me.

Moments later I was sitting in front of Arthur bare chested. He told me to lean back with my hands flat on the floor behind me. I again did as I was told. Arthur moved his feet against my big, pink, fleshy nipples and grasped them…with his toes.

“Mmmm…” I crooned as Arthur pulled on my nipples with his toes.

“Yeah, feels good huh Brad ol’ boy?” Arthur asked me with a smirk on his face. “Like having my feet on your nips eh?”

I nodded that I did and he grasped my nipples again with his toes, pulled on them, and then let them go. He repeated this over and over again a few times till my nipples were erect, like my dick was in my pants.

Then, Arthur stopped teasing my nipples with his toes and propped his bare feet up on the hassock. That was my cue. I pressed my nose against the bottom of his bare feet and inhaled deeply. His feet really stunk and I guess it showed in my eyes because Arthur laughed at my expression.

“Okay Brad ol’ boy, sniff at those feet of mine and my toes.” Arthur instructed me as I did just that. “Then you can my socks out of your mouth and tongue my bare feet all over.”

I sniffed his smelly feet all over. When he separated his toes I jammed my nose between them, taking in the scent of his toe jam.

“Mmmmfff…” I crooned, running my nose over the tops of his feet.

“Heh heh…yeah, that’s it Brad ol’ boy, sniff my feet.” Arthur said and ruffled my blond hair.

A few minutes later Arthur said I could take his socks out of my mouth if I wanted to. I really didn’t want to but I did as he said anyway, slowly untying the one that was tied over my mouth. I placed Arthur’s socks on the hassock next to his feet and went to work on his smelly bare feet, beginning the way I did when he had his socks on…with the bottoms of them.

“Oh yeah Brad, lick my feet, suck the sweat out of them.” Arthur said contentedly, leaning back on the couch. “They sweat so much…”

That much was for sure because with each lick I was being treated to a mouthful of rancid foot sweat. Holding Arthur’s feet in my hands I began sucking each of his toes, one at a time. As I sucked his toes I pressed the tips of my fingers against Arthur’s moist feet.

“Yeahhhh, feels great Brad.” Arthur said. “And when you’re done maybe I’ll let you roll those socks of mine back onto my feet and you can start all over again licking them.”

“Yes Sir…” I said eagerly.

After I had sucked each of Arthur’s toes a few times each I ran my tongue over the tops of his feet, drooling over them and sucking up my saliva.

“Excellent foot slave you are.” Arthur said happily. “Now, get ready to put those socks back onto my feet.”

Moments later I was gingerly rolling one of Arthur’s socks back onto his foot. I did the same with the other one, rolling them both up to his knees. Brad wiggled his toes under his socks as I wrapped my fingers around his feet and began licking his socks all over again.

“Can’t get enough of my socks huh Brad ol’ boy?” Arthur asked me.

“No Sir, I can’t get enough…” I replied.

About a half-hour later Arthur told me to stop licking his socked feet, explaining that he had come up with another idea.

“How bad do your feet sweat?” he asked me.

“Probably worse than yours.” I said, looking at him and kissed his socked toes.

Arthur smiled and took his tie off. Moments later we were standing side by side, both of us stripped to our white briefs and black socks. (My black socks were also nylon but calf length.) We were both hard as a rock in our briefs and oozing pre-cum. Neither of us mentioned that fact though as Arthur held me by my arm, running a hand over one of my erect nipples.

“Feeling good?” he asked me.

“Yeah, feeling great…” I replied.

“Okay then, here’s my idea…” Arthur said and squeezed one of my nipples, giving it a twist. “I want you to take my socks off my feet…again…and then take your socks off your feet and put them on my feet. Then, I want you to service your socks while I’m wearing them.”

“And I thought you were going to lick my feet…” I said with a smile.

“No way Brad ol’ foot slave of mine.” Arthur replied and squeezed my nipple again. “You’re the foot boy in this situation. Now, lets get busy…”

Arthur let go of my arm and sat back down on the hassock, propping his feet up on it. I balanced myself on one foot and pulled off my left sock. Then, I did the same with the right one. My socks in hand I knelt back down at Arthur’s feet. I gave each of Arthur’s feet a quick lick each and then rolled his socks off them…slowly, so slowly, loving the feel of Arthur’s socks in my hands. Moments later Arthur was wearing my day old socks and I was licking and sucking on them like crazy. The combination of his foot sweat mixed with my scent was somehow powerful and erotic at the same time.

“Oh yeah, you really are one hell of a foot slave Brad.” Arthur said to me as I slurped away at my socks on his feet.

My socks on Arthur’s feet…how great that sounded to me. I wrapped my fingers around the sides of his feet and slurped on his socked toes, drooling over them, and sucking up my saliva. I then moved my tongue over the tops of Arthur’s feet, inhaling the scent of my smelly socks.

“Man oh man Brad, this shit has made me so horny…” Arthur said breathlessly. “Watching you lick my feet has sent me into a frenzy…”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself…” I said, looking up at Arthur while holding his feet in my hands.

As I resumed licking Arthur’s feet he reached into his briefs and pulled out his hard dick along with his balls.

“Oh yeahhh lick my feet Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur said and began stroking his hard dick.

Pre cum oozed out of the piss slit of Arthur’s dick. I moved my tongue over Arthur’s socked heels, nipping at them at the same time.

“Ohhrrr yeahhh, bite on my heels Brad…” Arthur panted.

I could see he was taking his time in cumming, stroking his crank slowly, ceremoniously. I kissed Arthur’s feet all over again, starting at his toes, moving to the fronts of them, and then down the bottoms. I licked and sucked the bottoms of his feet, loving the hot mixture of scents they were giving off.

“Oh shit Brad, oh shit…” Arthur crooned in ecstasy. “I’m going to cum Brad…now…Ohhhh yeah yeahh.”

Arthur came in gushes, shooting rope after rope of creamy cum into his hand as he stroked himself. Some of it landed on his chest and dripped down toward his stomach. I licked his feet harder as he shot his load. When he was done he told me to stop licking his feet…temporarily. I watched as he moved his right foot toward himself and smeared his gobs of cum all over my sock that was on it.

“Oh yeahhh Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur said with a big smile. “Now there’s a real treat for you to lap up…”

He placed his cum smeared-socked foot back on the hassock in front of me and I looked up at him, unsure if I wanted this. I mean, I wasn’t a faggot after all.

“Go for it Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur insisted. “Lick up my goop…”

Slowly, I moved my face close to his foot and sniffed it. The first whiff of his cum on my sock drive me crazy and I eagerly opened my mouth, closing my lips around his toes, sucking up the cum that was all over them.

“That’s it Brad ol’ boy, eat it up, eat it all up…” Arthur said with a smile. “Feels great your mouth and tongue all over my feet…”

A while later I was done licking the cum off Arthur’s socked foot. I looked it over, checking to see if I had missed any spots. I hadn’t. Damn, I was a great foot slave. And then, without a word I pulled my hard dick out of my briefs, stood over Arthur’s socked feet, and began stroking myself.

“Oh yeahhh, goin’ to soak those socks with my cum now…” I said breathlessly. “Show you a real treat.”

“Heh heh…” Arthur chuckled. “You fucking pervert…”

Arthur leaned back on the couch as I stroked myself, his hands crossed behind his head. Droplets of pre cum seeped out of my piss slit and slid down the fronts of Arthur’s socks. I couldn’t wait to start licking my cum off those socks on his feet.

“Fuckin’ hot feet you got there Arthur my man…” I said breathlessly. “Fuckin’ goin’ to shoot my cream all over them!!”

“Yeah go for it you sleazy foot slave…” Arthur said to me.

Instead of this scene between my CO-worker and I calming down it was intensifying with each moment. But then, my thoughts were cut off for the moment as I felt myself about to cum.

“Oh yeahhh Arthur oh fuckin’ A man!!” I panted and shot my creamy load of goop all over Arthur’s socked feet.

My jizz dripped all over his socked toes, down the fronts of his feet, and all over the bottoms of them.

“Ohhhhrr yeahhhh…” I roared.

“Fuckin’ big load Brad ol’ boy…” Arthur commented.

When I was done I quickly settled back on my knees in front of Arthur, stuck out my tongue, and began at the bottoms of his feet, licking and sucking my cum off the socks he was wearing.

“Mmmm…” I crooned heartily, slurping away at Arthur’s feet.

When I was done I rolled my socks off Arthur’s feet, put his knee length black socks back on his feet, and rolled my socks back onto my feet up to my calves. As we packed our dicks back into our briefs we looked at each other and smiled.

“I better get dressed and be on my way.” Arthur said, standing up and facing me.

“Want another beer before you go?” I asked him.

“Sure.” he replied and gave one of my nipples a squeeze.

A few minutes later Arthur and I were sitting on the couch, sipping beers. Arthur was sitting stretched out on the couch, his socked feet in my lap. As we sipped our beers I toyed with his socks, tugging on the gold material over his toes.

“Nobody would believe this…” I said slowly.

“They don’t have to.” Arthur said to me. “It’s our secret…our secret pleasure…”

I put my beer down on the coffee table in front of us and lifted one of Arthur’s feet by his ankle and leg up to my lips. I ran my tongue over his socked toes and gave them a few sucks. Holding Arthur’s foot up I caressed his calf and his leg, loving the feel of his nylon sock against his skin.

“Gads, I can’t get enough…” I said breathlessly and kissed Arthur’s foot. “Your feet are so fucking hot Arthur…”

Arthur smiled triumphantly and sipped his beer.

After we had finished our beers Arthur got dressed to leave.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work…” Arthur said as he pulled on his suit jacket.

“Yeah…” I replied, standing there in my socks and briefs. “Tomorrow…”

“Can’t wait to get that mouth of yours all over my feet again eh Brad ol’ boy?” Arthur asked me, giving one of my nipples a squeeze.

“Arthur, you can stay if you want too…” I said breathlessly.

“I would love to Brad, but if I did we wouldn’t get any sleep at all…” Arthur said, now toying with both of my nipples.

“Yeah…we’d be up all night…” I said.

“Sure would, and then we’d never be able to get to work in the morning…” he went on, twisting my nipples.

“True.” I said, smiling. “We would have to take a personal day.

“And if we did that you would probably want to spend all morning licking and sucking my socked feet.” Arthur said. “Probably I would make you pour coffee all over my socked feet and slurp it up.”

We looked at each other and smiled. Arthur gave my nipples a final twist and then let go of them.

“Tell me Brad, how many pairs of nylon dress socks do you have in your sock drawer?” Arthur asked me.

“Enough so we can play all fucking day tomorrow Arthur.” I replied breathlessly. “Get that suit off…”

A few minutes later Arthur and I were in the bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed wearing just his socks and briefs. I was squatting on the floor at the foot of the bed…licking Arthur’s feet.