So I had to get under his feet while he doesn't know. But I didn't know something too: It nearly was my last night.

Saterday came and I drove to the railway station. His train arrived and there he was. Raphael, about 1,86m and minium 80kg, well trained muscels cause he does training and jogging nearly every day. Short cut hair, jeans, a simple shirt and the most importand: His well worn running shoes. He wore them every day. While he was studing, running, training.. and so on.

It was hard to not look at his size 45 feet with this sneaks on. But I had to be carefull cause all the people around us. We drove to my place and talked first. Than another part of my plan came: I asked him if we want to do some geocashing before we go on working. He agreed and put his now white socked feet back into his running shoes. More smell for me that night, cause he never takes of this socks while sleeping.

It was a warm and sunny day and I was sure that his feet would sweat nice while we walked the fields mile after mile. Sometimes I walked a little behind while I watched the GPS in my hand I watched his sneaked feet steeped around everything in his way. And he never cared what he was stepping on. That whole walking took about 2 houres until we arrived at my place again.

I was next to him when he slipped out of his running sneaks and walked to the toilet the next moment. And it was only a moment after he closed the door I was on the floor and my nose was in his fresh smelly sneaks. It only took seconds my member was hard like a rock when I inhaled the warm smell. But there was no time to stroke me down cause he would be back soon. So I only could take some deep breaths before standing up again.

Raphael came back and we started our work, took a little meal and after this we watched some TV. We both laid on my L shaped couch. I was on the short part and he laid on the long part resting his feet about 50cm next to my head after a while. He did that often before, maybe he thought that distance was far enough from me. I looked to his feet sometimes secretly. There was a clear footprint seen under his now more grey socks and I could smell them every second.

Now the time has come for the next part of my plan. I told him that the bed I could normaly transform my couch into was broken and we have to sleep on in like it was. We could put our feet where the two parts comes together, so no one would have a problem. It took a while but finaly he agreed. I fetched some blankets and we got ready for the night. The light went out and soon the final part of the plan would come. I act like sleeping and waited about thirty minutes until I was sure he was sleeping too.

I sat up slowly and looked at him in the dark. He laid there on the side. His legs and feet were slightly bent. My heart pounded so fast that I felt in my mouth. Than I slowly laid down again but this time my head comes to rest next to his feet right in the corner of the L shaped couch.

His feet were hid under the thin blanket and about 30cm away from me. I laid there for about ten minutes or so. Than he changed position and his big feet rushed in my face direction fast and hit it the next moment. I laid there motionless and hoped he was sleepin not feeling what his feet hit. He streched a little and put more pressure on my face. One foot was on my forehead and the other next to it on my mouth.

I was in heaven. My nose was directly between his socked feet and I could smell the sockes he walked on the whole day. My hand moved down to my rock hard member and I massaged myself while Raphael pressed his feet hard in my face without knowing it. He moved his feet a little time to time and rubbed them unknown on my poor face. Sometimes he put them together so close that it was hard to breath cause one foot was on my nose. Oh man if he would know what he was doing to me that moment.

My thump was moving on the tip of my member. I was affraid to move much, maybe I would wake him up when I do. Than the pressure released and he moved on the side again. His feet were gone. I was close to come but I wanted to come while his feet were on my face. Should I move close to them or wait? I decided to wait.

It took about fourty minutes before he moved again. I nearly had fallen asleep before his feet hit my face again. The pressure was not that high as before but enough to get realy hard again. My hand moved down again and I rubbed myself. This time I was more brave and rubbed a little harder. I didnt want to come that fast cause I know I would have time the whole night. I smiled in my thoughts that my plan worked and inhaled the smell of this dirty socked feet.

I was thinking to myself before the wohle thing took a sudden change. His feet moved forward my direction again as before but this time ther was more space between them. One pressed on my forehead again but the other one passed by my chin and landed on my throat. There was not much pressure first, I only had some problems to gulp under his foot.

That was the biggest fault ever: I had problems to gulp as said but I did it. It seemed he felt that under his foot in a way and than the pressure increased. It became hard to breath and there was a buzzing in my head cause the lack of air. I was a little afraid on the one hand and so horny on the other hand. What should I do?

I wanted to move a little, maybe I could make a little more space between my face and his feet. Next fault. When I moved his foot pressed harder on my throad again. The buzzing in my head became louder and I feelt dizzy. There was no space to go. Should I crab his ankle and pull his foot away? While I was thinking the pressure increased again cause he streched in his sleep. Now it was nearly impossible to breath. While his foot flatted my windpipe he liffted his other foot and put his heel on my head. His whole body moved my direction and his feet took the space they want without regret what was in their way. Little stars started to dance in front of my eyes. I tried to get as much air in my lungs as I could but the foot on my throat nearly closed the way totaly.

I didnt to anything. I laid there in the dark not knowing what to do. I felt more and more dizzy and than I came so hard like never before without touching myself. I heared of it, that a lack of air could to that but never thought it would happen to me. When I came my wohle body twithed uncontrolled. I was ready to leave that world. What a wonderful way, choked by my friends feet and the best: He doesnt even know that he was nearly killing me with his feet.

My breath slowed down and than he moved his foot. The pressure on my throat was gone. I took deep breaths and coughed. I looked at his movin foot between all the stars. He crossed it over the other foot on my head. His heel pressed more on the side of my head. It was very close, too close. I waited until he moved again and stood up to go the bathroom.

I opend the window, inhaled the cold air and my single thought was: I have to do that again.