As I worked in my home office one late afternoon, I heard the garage door open and close. Now, who could that be? My wife was out of town with my daughter and my son was heading to a friends to study after practice.
“Nate? I called, thinking my son had changed his plans.
“No. It’s me, Mr. C.” With that my son’s long-time friend, James, entered my office, dressed in his lacrosse practice clothes and looking pretty worn out. His hair was still wet with sweat and his neck glistened from the tough work out.
“What’s up, James? I asked as he plunked down in the desk chair next to me.
“Not much. I just finished with practice and stopped by to see Nate. With that he bent over and began to unlace his cleat. “My foot got stomped in practice and it hurts like hell. I swear it feels like I broke it.”
“Nate’s not here. He went over to Patrick’s to study.” I looked at James’ bent down head and focused on the sweat trickling down his back. I had known James since he was 15 and friended my son. He was tall and thin with sandy brown hair, the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen and such an easy, winning smile. You couldn’t help but love the kid. We had grown close over the last few years. James was from a strict middle class working family and he was fascinated by my free-wheeling entrepreneurial style. “Someday, I’m going to rock it just like you Mr. C”, he would say. “James, you’ve got to grab the moment and seize the day”, is what I would tell him. That became our catch phrase with each other.
I watched as James pulled out of his cleat and flexed his foot up and down. His white sock was caked in dirt and the strong scent of sweat filled the air. James raised his head and met my stare with those dancing green eyes. He chuckled a little embarrassed and said, “Sorry, my feet kind of wreak.” With that he reached down and peeled his sock off, leaving it dangling from his toes. The top of his foot had a nasty red circle and he bent back down to examine it closely. He lightly rubbed it with his thumb and flexed his toes up and down making the tendons in his feet form tantalizing ridges. “What do you think, Mr. C?
I froze at the question. You see, I had been captivated by James’ young feet for the last several years. I had watched them grow from tender young boy feet to their current size 10. His toes were long and bony ending in tender little balls of pink. They pronated into a deep arch of white tender skin that just looked ticklish to the touch. His heels were sturdy and strong with a long Achilles tendon that left deep valleys on each side. I used to sit by the pool and watch him jump up and down on the balls of his glistening wet feet while playing games and I’d dream of what it would be like to rake my fingers down those soft soles and taste his long toes.
“Well, Mr. C, what do you think?”
I shook my head at my luck and bent over to take a closer look. Grab the moment and seize the day. I reached out and cupped his heel, bringing the foot close to my eyes. The salty-sweaty scent wafted to my nose and I breathed deeply. I reached with my other hand and gently circled the red area with my thumb. His skin was so soft and topped with a few tawny hairs. “Does that hurt?, I asked. “Not at all”, he smiled. I reached up with my other fingers and removed the sock form the end of his toes. He wiggled them in response and I could not help running my thumb between his big toe and the next taking some lint with it. He snorted a little and said, “Sorry, I’m super ticklish on my feet.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be gentle”, I smiled back.
I lifted his foot straight out so that his sole was right in front of my eyes. A soft brick red color ran from the circle of his heel along the outside of his foot and up to the thick ball of his sole tucked under his toes. His toes were like perfect little balls dotting the top of his long towering digits. So inviting. His instep was immaculately white and looked so very tender laced with a few blue green veins. I gently circled the center of his sole under the red spot and asked him if he could feel any pain here. I gently pressed the spot and he jumped a little. “I don’t think anything is broken, but let’s compare it to your other foot, okay.” James peeled of his other cleat and held his socked foot up to me to remove his sock. I looked at the foot and into his eyes and smiled. “What am I your sock slave now?”
“You’ve got to grab the moment, Mr. C”, he laughed back. I grabbed his ankle and slowly peeled the sock off. I bunched the sock in my hand and brought it to my nose for a whiff. “Wow, you outdid yourself today, James!” He laughed again and said, “I worked hard and I sense you might actually like that smell.” “No, that’s a little pungent for me, but now this bare foot has a rather pleasant musky scent.”
With that I raised his foot to my nose and took a deep breath like a sommelier sampling a fine Bordeaux. I took my fingers and scrabbled them down his sole and he jumped with a squeal. “Aha, I think I have found me a ticklish one.”
“No, please don’t. I told you I am crazy ticklish” With that, I gently ran my fingers up and down his sole, gently circling the heel, running up the outside and carving a little harder down his instep. He gently giggled, letting his head loll back and pressing his hips up in the air a bit. “Please stop. I beg you”, he pleaded. “Okay, but I think you actually like that”, I retorted. “Well, It doesn’t suck”, he said and with that our eyes me in a long smiling stare.
“Mr. C, Can I ask you something? Do you have a thing for my feet?” I thought long and hard for a second about crossing this line. I lifted his food again to my nose and breathed deep. It was so earthy and warm. My tongue gently darted out and circled his instep. He flexed his foot so that my tongue followed the raised tendon toward his toes. He sucked in his breath as I drew my tongue back in and tasted his young, healthy athleticism and then reached out again between his toes. He giggled and arched his hips again. I rapturously enveloped his big toe and sucked hard. I then proceeded to work my way down every one of his long toes, up and down, up and down, until I ended with his little toe bent in toward the others like a shy child trying to hide.
“Fuck!” he sighed. “Was that for real?” I came out of my stupor and looked into those electric green eyes. “Wow, James, I’m not quite sure what overcame me. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, just keep it going for a few more minutes”, he responded. As I bent back down to taste his precious feet again, I noticed that his hand had slipped into his athletic shorts and he was slowly massaging a heathy long bulge. I smiled, “I guess we are both enjoying this, huh?” He looked at me kind of embarrassed and said, “I have to admit that I like to pound my meat. But, Mr. C, I have never quite had shivers go up and down my body like this. Do you think there is something wrong with me?”
“No, James, You are just living in the moment like I have always taught you.” He seemed to think about that a moment. Then he began to gently slide his shorts over his bony pelvis and down to his knees. His jock strap was stretched to snapping with his large erection trying to escape form the top. A bit of pre-cum glistened from his head. “Would you suck me, Mr. C?” My ears rang and I shivered. Without answering I pulled his shorts off and jerked his jock strap from under his tight buns. His feet came up on either side of my head and I took a moment to lick each one up and down and nibble of his toes again. He pulled off his shirt, showing me his rippled belly and his hard little nipples. I had to reach up and tweak one. He yipped a little cry and thrust his hips into the air again. I moved into his long erect penis. His ball sack was taught and had a lite covering of tawny hair. I gently blew on his balls and he giggled. My tongue darted onto his balls and wiggled around the area between his balls and his hole until he squealed with joy and closed his feet onto my shoulders.
I took the time to notice his soft pink anus covered with the same gentle down and I couldn’t help but scrabble my fingertips gently though that area and blow. He answered with a groan and I nipped on his cheeks. I then extended my tongue and ran it up his shaft, up one side and down the other and wiggled it in the sensitive area below his slit. His shaft pulsed in delight. I took his balls into my mouth and sucked hard. He cried out in joy and fairly sobbed with pleasure. “Please, please, suck me. I need to release!” I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up on either side of his head. I scraped my teeth on his instep on more time to elicit a yelp of laughter and then I took His whole shaft deep into my mouth and closed my lips around his head. I moved up and down, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. He moaned and groaned and panted and gurgled. “Fuck, yes, fuck, yes!” he chanted faster and faster, as I moved my lips up and down his shaft like a derrick pumping oil. Suddenly, he screamed as he released like never before and shot a hot load into my mouth. He was crying with joy and I sat back on my knees with satisfaction.
I knelt up and rubbed my hands on his heaving strong chest and pinched his nipples hard one more time. Then I looked into those deep depleted green eyes and kissed him hard. MY tongue forced open his lips and I shared his semen with him, running it around his tongue and mine. I sat back and took him in as he lay slumped in that office chair.
He smiled and whispered, “Fuck, Seize the day…. I think my foot is going to be just fine.”
