‘Sounds good!’

Tonight was going to be different. I was going to make sure of it.

It had been two weeks since me and Lewis had been on my couch, opposite ends, rubbing each other’s socked feet. Just before I was going to start peeling off his black socks and introduce my tongue to his bare soles, he went for a piss, put his trainers on and went home.

Not tonight though. Somehow, I’d get my hands – and mouth – on his bare feet.

It was only a short walk back to mine, and we had agreed that Lewis would stay the night (spare bed – calm down) and we would go for breakfast in the morning. Lewis wasn’t wearing trainers tonight (I was though – my trusty Adidas Sambas). He decided to go a bit more formal, wearing a pair of brown leather boots.

Approaching my place, we discussed what film we’d watch before heading upstairs; we agreed on Pulp Fiction. After opening the door, I kicked off my trainers with a bit of a sigh, and waited for Lewis to do the same. I sort of paused before heading into the living room. A smirk came over Lewis’ face.

‘Oh yeah, I forgot…your cream carpets!’

‘Yep! No one gets past in their shoes. Sorry!’

He rolled his eyes, sat on the bottom step and started unlacing. I figured it would be a bit weird to stand and watch, so I headed into the kitchen to grab some bottles of beer from the fridge.

So, I thought, as I opened the bottle tops. All I need to do is sit down on the couch, just lean down, pick his feet up, put them in my lap and ask him if we should carry on where we left off. Simples!

As I walked into the living room, my heart sank.

The cheeky bastard was only sitting in one of the other chairs opposite the couch! His socked feet, again in thick black sports socks like mine, were crossed in front of him…miles (OK, metres) away from where I was going to sit. I handed him his beer, resisting the temptation to lie down in front of him and plant his feet in my face there and then. I plopped down on the couch opposite him and started the film.

Maybe last time was just a one-off, I thought to myself. If Lewis was really into feet, he’d be on the couch next to me, trying to find any excuse to get his hands on my soles. And I wasn’t going to risk humiliation by making the first move if last time was just a drunken laugh.

After about an hour of idle chatting, scrolling through our phones and half-watching the film, I had honestly forgotten about the prospect of a footrub. My earlier suggestion that he move onto the couch ‘because it’s more comfortable’ was ignored, so I had sprawled out over the full length with my feet hanging over the armrest.

‘Hey, Declan?’

‘Hmm?’ I grunted, engrossed in a Buzzfeed article which was informing me which Hogwarts house I should have belonged to.

‘Remember last time?’

‘What?’ I didn’t raise my eyes from my phone, not putting two and two together.

‘You gave me a boss footrub!’

I nearly dropped my phone. Nope. I was going to play it cool.

‘Oh yeah, haha! Forgot about that.’ (!)

Pause.

‘Then my dickhead roommate got locked out and I had to move.’

‘That’s right,’ I laughed. ‘We were on the couch weren’t we?’

‘Yeah.’

Pause.

He walked over to the couch. I was watching him. His eyes weren’t looking at my face. They were fixed on my feet.

‘Shall we pick up where we left off?’ He grinned, eyebrows raised.

I returned the smile and lifted my legs up so he could sit down. He swung his legs over so they were resting on my stomach, just like last time.

This was it.

I went straight in for the kill, kneading both feet together, rubbing my thumbs across his toes while he did the same. I squeezed each foot like I was trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. There wasn’t even a centimetre of dry skin anywhere, and the ridges of the black socks glided easily over his soft, wide feet. Lewis had put his fingers in between my toes, but obviously my socks were restricting him. He was spending a lot of time on my left foot.

I had an idea. I wriggled my right foot, which was resting on his chest, towards the direction of his nose.

‘Hope my feet don’t smell, Lewis.’

‘Nah, I can’t smell anything,’ he giggled, taking a half-hearted sniff.

‘Really? You can’t smell that?’ I moved my right foot further towards his face, aiming the bottom of my toes towards his nose. My plan worked – he forgot all about my left foot, grabbed my right foot, sunk his nose right underneath my toes and took a long sniff.

‘Actually, now you mention it…’ he mumbled.

He went along each toe, sniffing under them, before moving onto my left foot, using his hands to push my foot into his face.

‘Let’s how yours are then, matey.’ I leant right into his left foot and inhaled just under his toes.

Perfect.

I took around a dozen long sniffs up and down his sole before moving onto his right. It wasn’t pungent, not overpowering, but just the smell of a lad who had been on his feet for most of the night. The feel of his socked foot caressing my face felt exactly like what I had hoped it would be.

Lewis’ eyes were closed now, and he had grabbed both of my feet at once and pushed them either side of his nose. I followed suit, feeling his toes moving wriggling against my eyebrows. So soft, so warm…I had to see what they were like bare.

I slowly peeled Lewis’ right sock off from his under his heel, pausing halfway like what they do on MyFriendsFeet videos. I didn’t sniff his heel, but I rubbed it. It was damp, sweaty, soft and the perfect colour. Not pink, not yellow, not orange, but a healthy peach. I peeled the sock fully off, slowing down at his perfectly plump, round toes. I knew his feet would be wide and meaty – but I had no idea just how perfect they would be. As I gently played with his toes, I could feel the tiniest bit of hair on top. His nails were cut to perfection. Not too long (another big turnoff) but not painfully short either. His arch wasn’t too high either. I was so engrossed in looking at and rubbing Lewis’ right foot, I didn’t even notice how he had already ripped off both of my socks, massaging my bare feet. His hands felt cold against my warm soles, feeling his thumbs rubbing circles into my arch, heel and ball.

‘How do my barefeet smell?’ Lewis whispered, his teeth biting his bottom lip. His toes were wiggling and had found their way to my nose. Slightly cheesy with a hint of vinegar. I didn’t say that, of course. I just buried my face into his soft soles and sniffed like my life depended on it. I was stroking Lewis’ beard with my right toes while he sniffed my left.

I paused just to look and take in his perfect soles. I’ve said before how my favourite type of feet are wide and meaty with plump toes. Long toes and pink or orange soles are a massive turn off. Believe me when I tell you that if I was to design the perfect pair of feet, they would be Lewis’. If I was to compare his soles to a model from MyFriendsFeet, it would have to be Aspen’s (albeit slightly bigger. Lewis was around a size 9 UK.)

The film had long finished now, and all that could be heard from the room was deep sniffs and breathing, with the odd giggle as one of us tickled the other’s sole with our fingernail. This was exactly what I was hoping for. It was time to complete the trilogy. Part 1: Massage. Part 2: Sniff and tickle. Part 3….lick and suck.

‘Can I try something?’ I murmured, smiling quite evilly. The beer had given me so much confidence I knew that Lewis wouldn’t refuse.

‘Go on,’ he grinned, rubbing his size 9s over my cheeks.

I took hold of his right foot so it was directly in front of my face. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. I licked all the way from his heel up to the top of his ball, just under his toes. I opened them to see Lewis’ head back and eyes closed.

‘How was that?’

‘Do it again,’ he said forcefully, pushing both feet into my face. I didn’t need telling a second time. I coated both feet in my saliva, circling my tongue and tracing patterns on his soles. I slowed down whenever I licked his arches, going over the same spot multiple times. Of course, Lewis was going to town on mine, licking really slowly and gently, flickering his tongue in and out of his mouth. I guided my feet around his tongue so he barely had to move his head. I worked my way slowly up to his toes, licking from left to right over all ten, then just below where his ball met his toes. Lewis was focusing on my ankles, practically sucking them.

I found his big toe on his right foot with my tongue, and closed my lips around it. I sucked it like a lollipop, washing it with my tongue. Lewis moaned softly, and wiggled his toe in my mouth. I worked my way through each of his toes on his right foot before moving onto his left. Lewis wasn’t even that methodical, choosing instead to grab both of my feet and suck both big toes together. I wondered how many of his toes I could fit in my mouth. I went back to his right big toe, then fit 2, 3, 4…all 5. Working them up and down, up and down, my tongue sliding in between each of them. His left foot was pushing the back of my head down, so I was practically choking on his toes. I had to stop for air.

I looked at him and grinned. He had three of my left toes in his mouth. He stopped and grinned back.

‘Shall we head upstairs?’

By Declan