Well anyways, I was skeptical to try BJJ because I wasn't sure my cardio was up to speed, and well, I didn't think I would be able to keep up with other people in it, but my friend insisted. So, we wound up going, both wearing our gis and barefoot, when we started getting sparring buddies. As white belts (the very basic one), we were given a few blue belt teaching assistants to help us practice and hone our skills.

The blue belt I had to work with.. Well, if you read the title, you're correct, his name was Jim. And man, he was a cool guy. I mean he had nice, light brown hair, some stubble, a great body, not too muscular, but definitely someone who worked out, amazing hazel eyes, and well, you guessed it, his feet were fucking hot too. I had my glasses off, so it was pretty hard for me to make them out at first, but you'll soon understand why I knew them so well....

Jim sparred me a few times, and we got into all kinds of interesting positions, as one does in BJJ. See, the exercise was to pin someone down beneath you, which was exactly what I tried doing, for more reason than one. Amidst the fighting, there's a lot of grappling, leg intertwining, and things of the sort, and more often than not, feet are flying in your face. In certain positions we were being taught, Jim's feet were at my face in many different ways -- one was with my legs wrapped around his torso while he stood, trying to do an escape by twisting from his ankles, while another involved us crossing legs to do holds on them, arching my back with his leg between my arms to make him tap out. In moments like these, his feet were literally centimeters away from my face, and despite my athletic side coming out to want to one up him, I couldn't help but look at his feet and think about them subconsciously.

I know you pervs are expecting something to have went down right after all this shit, but no, we just were friendly, and went our separate ways. However, I started noticing him at the gym more than I ever did before, and one of the times, he was getting a full fucking body massage from one of the PT workers at the gym, his feet bare, staring me at the face. This time, I had contacts in and could see clearly, and jeeeeez, I practically hovered around there, sitting and doing planks and other fucking workouts that involved me hanging out by his feet. I loved the shape of his soles, the juiciness and meatiness of his fucking toes, specifically his big toe, and just the overall sex appeal they suddenly had. He got up and moved eventually and went about his way, but man was I hooked.

From then on, I would make conversation with him whenever I saw him, slowly building rapport, until one day I brought up how I saw him getting massaged at the table as we were both headed out from the gym. I told him I was pretty good at giving massages and (lied) described my experience working at a massage center. He was definitely intrigued, and I told him more specifically about how I learned so much about foot massage from my latest travels to Thailand this past summer. I asked him if he wanted to grab a quick drink and he surprisingly said yes, but it had been a work in progress.

So, we're drinking and hanging, eating some wings and what not, when I bring up the massage again. and this time he was saying how his body was killing him. Well, taking my opportunity, I told him that I could definitely work him out at my place, which was actually just around the corner from this place we were eating, and so we just fucking went to my place. Amazing.

Well then, we're watching some TV, talking and shit, and I tell him to put his feet up on the coffee table, to which he obliges. Of course, this dude was barefoot because of BJJ and he had only flips on, which he apologized for, but do you think I fucking cared? Hell no. Plus, only a pussy would complain for real about touching feet, even if they didn't have a fetish. So I pulled his toes, kneaded his juicy, meaty soles, and practically dug my knuckles into them raw.

He seemed pretty relaxed, saying how he could feel the tension leaving his body, while he drank another Stella. Well, I took my chance at this point and kind of brought my nose closer and took a whiff. Holy fuck did it smell like sex, like seriously the musky sweat that's not too sweaty but just the perfect amount of flavor you would need. I looked up at him and he seemed unfazed by my rash decision.. And then, BAM, I went in again, my nose pushing into his toes this time, which he realized.

Well fuck. I played it off cool, saying that his feet looked kinda yellow from the pressure, and I was just curious if they smelled because I couldn't really smell at the moment (lie). He bought it and said the air actually kinda felt nice, to which I replied. Well, let me try sniffing 'em again, just to make sure my nostrils aren't fully fucked..

*SNIFF* This time, my eyes rolled up a little bit at the delicious scent, and I kinda kissed a toe. Again, this was a building up process, so he said nothing, but this time, I didn't wait and sucked the meaty part of his big toe.

"What are you doing, bro?" He asked, to which I said nothing and just sucked his whole big toe into my mouth.

*POP* "Dude, I don't know what came over me, but something about this was just calling me. Did it feel good, I mean, it's not that weird of a thing, haha" I played it off casually, unfazed by it.

"Yeah, you're right it kinda did.. I didn't mind it.." He dozed off..

I took that as a cue to start sucking on his toes with more vigor, shoving three of them in my mouth, nearly orgasming from the fucking scent. Jesus Chris, the salty fucking tangy light cheesy taste of fresh BJJ feet, fuck I was in heaven. So yeah, my mouth was basically salivating like a dog in heat, but that's what I was boys. I was a fucking alpha in heat.

Licking from his heel to his big toe on the right foot, I switched to his left and started slobbering on his toe pads with more enthusiasm, pushing his feet up onto the couch. I watched him watching me, as I shoved both juicy, fucking substantial big toes into my mouth, bobbing up and down, slurping, as I drank and peeled the flavor off of them. Fuck, my mouth was basically foaming, his soles shining by the end of the treatment.

You like this dude? I asked, and he simply nodded with casual excitement. I took that as a sign to keep going apeshit on his feet.. Basically gnawing on his fucking heel, drool dripping off of them onto my couch. But could you blame me? I was horny as fuckin' shit. And I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"I have always wondered what it would be like to have this done," Jim said.. Well I'm glad I had poached him from the gym like this..

"Well, this is definitely new, but cool for me. And you have great feet, man, I mean taste wise, that was awesome.." I said before digging my face into his meaty soles again, chewing on the sides of em, nibbling his toes.

"Yeah, it's like a cross between tickly goodness and just euphoria, never had anything like this.." He said in awe, his feet soaking wet.

"Well bro, that's what I said I learned in Thailand, the feet are the keys to your erogenous zones and for comfort, why do you think people have foot fetishes?"

Well, he certainly knew the answer at that point, and it's been a week since, and I saw him today at the gym. It was a normal convo, and I'm hoping we can meet again. Next time, I'll post another story for you guys.

- CM Buddiez