The time of the year where all young music lovers suit up (or down) and head off to the biggest festival in the world for 3 days of nonstop desert partying. While everyone tries making a statement with their outfits, the most distracting thing for me was the sheer amount of flip flops that were being brought in. On so many studly guys, people with amazing physiques: frat bros, muscle men, DILFs, you name it! While these people never had their dirty soles licked up by me, they did get me horny enough to do some licking of my own ;)

I had arrived to the desert of Indio, California with a bunch of my friends, and we were renting out an Airbnb. Naturally, we were never there, but rather walking up to 9 miles per day in our shoes, our socks marinating in our sweat, only to finally be taken off at 2 AM every day. Picture that: shoes that were on from 12 PM - 2 AM. Now add in the 100 degree weather, and all my sweat lovers are practically having a wet dream. Seeing all the feet around us, practically being overwhelmed by their beauty, I had built up quite the appetite. There was no way I couldn't not be inspired for some foot fun after all this shit!

We got back to our Airbnb the second night, and my friend (we were a group of 6) decided to take my place on the pull out couch in the living room, while I could take the bedroom. Being that it was 4/20 weekend, we were at Coachella, and we were in California, there was a LOT of marijuana involved. So much so that people were actually just entering new dimensions when the final joint was ashed. So there I was, super stoned out of my mind in my bedroom, when the door was creaked open and the faint light of the fridge's ice box was illuminating the rest of the room.

My friend had his blanket on top of him, while his feet were bare, poking out the blanket, off the bed. His shoes and socks were perfectly aligned underneath his feet, and the insoles of his Nikes were practically pulled out. Mind you, EVERYONE but him had showered when we got back from the festival (I mean, obviously, that's kinda gross not to), but what I realized from that was that his feet were probably dripping in flavor. It was an opportunity I could not miss!

I looked up: When do we go into our deepest sleep, and it said around an hour if you were tired. But, once I heard the snoring, I couldn't wait any longer.. I crept outside my bedroom on my tiptoes and pretended I had to get my "charger" from the wall opposite his feet, just in case there was a chance I got caught. I started inching my face closer and closer to his sexy, juicy size 12 feet, trying to get the aroma from afar. No luck. I slid even closer, so that my nose was pushed up against his toe pad and *SNIFF* there we go, pure, beautiful, pungent, musky BLISS. I started sniffing up and down his soles, making sure to go to every sweaty, dirty toe, his soft, warm soles rubbing up on my face. God, this was what I needed all day, and my cock was proving that to me.

I could say I sniffed every crevice of his feet for the rest of the time, but that would be boring, wouldn't it? So yeah, obviously I grabbed his socks and shoved those sexy black Nike mid-calf socks into my mouth, chewing them around a little, letting the sweat ooze out of the dri-fit fibers of the sock, getting an even muskier taste of his feet than his barefeet's smell. I was practically digging my face into his shoe, where the most concentrated scent was, and was nearly knocked out from the scent of those, wow. I can still remember it all as I type this out.. It was pretty goddamn strong.

But, none of this is worth it unless I could get the big Cahuna: bare feet in my mouth. I mean come onnn, the rest of what I had done was like eating the veggies and salad on your dinner plate and then getting jipped out of dessert. Nope, I had to indulge, and I wanted to leave the dinner feast a big, fat, stuffed kid. So of course, I wrapped my mouth around his big toe! My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head from the pure delicious, musky taste of those sweaty fucking feet. Wow, I'm getting hard thinking about it again.

As I sucked on his toes more, I noticed he wasn't waking up and still snoring, so I figured I had atleast a good 20-30 minutes of worship time. I started hungrily sucking both of his big toes together, salivating as I did, from the salty taste of his toes.. Then I licked from his heel to his big toe, chewing lightly on his toe pad, before suctioning it with my lips, my tongue lashing at the hard, soft skin. I loved his feet, they were incredible.. I loved how his toes fit into my mouth, atleast 3-4 at a time. I was drooling like a maniac, my mouth was so excited by this feasting, that it was dripping off his soles onto my thighs in no time.. I was biting and grazing on his heel, sucking the hardened skin and drinking the sweat out of it, like a big sponge of flavor. I rubbed my face into both soles and surprisingly, he didn't wake up. Thank god for that weed, am I right?

Between his toes were definitely the best part and I could even swear I heard him moan a little when I did it.. I tongue fucked the crevices between each of his slender, sexy, white toes. Strings of saliva connecting my tongue to his feet as I licked the bulbuous meat of his toes before penetrating the crevice more. My tongue was sliding in between each like a slab of butter, and damn, was it hot. My cock was throbbing, even more so at the thrill that at any given time any of the other 4 people besides us could have easily caught me in the act.

I was starting to get fulll (though, I could've went for much longer) and it had gotten pretty late. I did have a whole day of Coachella left, so I kissed up and down his soles, the tops of his feet, and most importantly, his toes, before I let my saliva air dry on them and walked away. I'm sure he has no clue, but by the end of the weekend, I had realized I went to foot heaven and came back. And there's nothing more beautiful than that..

Thanks,

Frat Bro Feet :)