When we would hangout we'd drink, play video games, just talk and have a great time. It was in the summer time where we'd spend a lot of time, and he worked in a ware house that required him to wear big heavy boots. He was a typical teenage boy, he would burp, make jokes, pick the lint from between his toes roll it in a ball flick it and laugh. This turned me on the most. I used to pretend all the time it grossed me out. I used to sit on the side of the couch where his feet would extend to my face, and of course I'd get as close as possible.

He would smile and slowly peel off his stinky thick wool work socks and throw them across the room, let out a big sign and cross his feet inches away from my face and say things like "I know you hate feet, then laugh, and "accidently" brush my face with his stinky rough callused foot. Over time he would demand me to grab his beer, fill his next bowl for the bong, tell me to get him food and I did. He always would stick his feet in my face too while eating, his feet had a smell of old cheese, sweat and vinegar. He rarely washed his feet, or changes his socks because he was always working. Eventually I would "help him" a.k.a clean his house for him, while he complained his beer was not cold enough.

He then started to threaten me with his feet. "I haven't washes these work socks in weeks bro, if I don't see a shiny floor you will wash them with your hands." I scrubbed the floors for another 2 hours and he wasn't satisfied. He then kicked off his work boots, and commanded I get a bowl of warm water, and soap. I did and he pointed to the ground where his feet were. Believe it or not, there were flies flying around his socked toes and boots and I was horrified of the smell.

I kneeled in front of him then he ordered me to remove my socks. Before I did, he got out his phone and decided if I didn't do a good job with washing his socks he would post the video in school. I slowly peeled the left socks off and it legit stuck to his foot and made a wet sopping noise when I took it off. He then laughed and flexed his toes where it smelt like toe cheese and strong vinegar, again the 2 flies were on his foot. There was so much black sock lint all over and under his foot, in between his toes were caked with lint and under and around his long toe nails which at this point were almost yellow. The bottom of his foot was a dark orange and let out a smell like kraft maccarni and cheese. I proceeded to peel off the next sock while he stopped me, looked me dead in the eye and commanded me to kiss his foot and ask him to wash his socks. He put his big toe and middle toe between my nose, and told me to sniff and kiss. I sniffed between his toes and kissed his foot for a good 5 minutes while he sat there smiling and recording everything. He then told me to peel off his other sock, but before I could put it on the water he stopped me and told me he needed to go back to work so to put them back on. I was livid. I just smelt and kissed my friends feet to wash his sock and he burst out in laughter. I finished cleaning and went home.

As the weeks went by, it got hotter and hotter. Jordan told me he needed help cleaning because he was tired. When I got to his house, he was sitting on the couch with his boots on which I could smell his feet through them and handed me a list of what to do. Of course before, I had to fetch him a beer. After 3 hours of cleaning, he went back to work and told me when he came home he expected the basement to be cleaned and organized. He worked for a total of 15 hours that day and when he came home he was on the couch and called me upstairs, I was almost done. He was smiling and told me he wanted a 30 minute foot massage, with his boots already off and at this point his socks were heavily wet and hardened with sweat musk and cheese.

He said "I haven't washed these socks in nearly 2 months" and with that he told me to kneel before his feet and kiss them. I was kissing his socked feet for about 10 minutes when he peeled off his socks and sweat was dripping from them and they were rancid. His toe nails were long, covered in lint and filthy. He brought his foot to my face and wiggled his toes under my nose and laughed because I coughed from the stench. He then told me he wanted them massaged. I rubbed his feet for a good hour, putting one on my head while the other basically in my face and laughing. He would snap his fingers when he wanted the next one massaged. He then told me that its been a couple of weeks since he properly cleaned them.

He then told me if I didn't clean his feet like "a good dog" then the video would be posted. He crossed his feet and began snickering, he told me to use my tounge. I began licking his rough dark orange sole and moved to the arch. "Up and down boy, I need the bottom of my feet to be spotless or else everyone is going to know you clean my dirty feet for free" laughing while I cleaned his feet. He then crossed his feet again and told me to start on the toes.

He told me to kiss them and ask to clean his toe jam. I asked him, he was laughing hysterically and spread his toes over my mouth and said "begin" I never collected so much lint in my life, his toes tasted and smelled like cheese and sweat and as my tounge slide between them he kept on making me doing over again indicating I "missed a spot" he told me I needed to clean both sets of toes, which took me alone 20 minutes. His toe nails were filthy. His feet were a little cleaner, but made me lick them all over again. I cleaned his feet for 2 1/2 hours.

He smiled and inspected them, for another 20 minutes, making me "re clean the toes" he then ordered me to kiss his feet for another 10 minutes. He said "I need my toe nails clipped, get the clippers and cut them you faggot ass bitch" his toe nails were thick and yellow, I cut them all then he made me scrub his feet clean with water and soap. I then had to sit there and kiss his feet thanking him for an hour. This was just the beginning...