Pampering Danny
by playboy@megsinet.net

Danny is my cousin and he just got out of the army. He was looking for a place to stay while he went to college. So I let him live with me in my swinging bachelor pad. He is 20 years old and still has that boy next door look . His blond hair, blues eyes and tan muscular features add to his perfect apppearance. I would do anything for him and everytime I,m around him he seems to take advantage of me. Perhaps I like this because I would really love the oppurtunity to be at his feet.

I moved all of Danny's belongings into my apartment. I told him that he had had a long trip and insisted moving his luggage in for him. He had shown some interest in my room with the waterbed so I gave it to him. He was shocked to find that I gave it up. I told him I needed a more stable surface anyway and the foldout sofa would be fine. I was such a liar. He even had trouble believing it but had no problem taking my bed. He immediately laid down and took a nap shortly after arriving. I carried his suitcases in and noticed he still had his ratty old army boots on. I hated to say something but it was a waterbed. "Uh Danny, you might want to take off your boots. I mean it is a waterbed."

" I'm too tired cuz, could you do it for me." he asked with that irresistable grin that I could not get enough of. He knew this and I bent down and began untying his boots. As I pulled them off he let out a moan. "Man my feet really hurt." He said as he smiled down at me. I knew this was a once in a lifetime oppurtunity so I went for it.

" Would you like me to massage them for you?" I asked trying to sound sincere.

" Sure," he said trying to sound sarcastic. I took it as my cue and began kneading away on his feet which were clad in black socks. He looked somewhat astonished at what I was doing. "I was just kidding, cuz. You don,t have to massage my feet. I thought you were kidding too. Besides I could not make you do something so degrading and self-abasing as massaging my stinky feet."

"It's not degrading for me, in fact I took some reflexology courses and I have not had anyone to try this stuff out on." I said.

"Reflexology? What the hell is that?" he asked. I explained to him the magic of a good foot massage and how it could do the body wonders. I don't think he was listening as he just laid their and enjoyed my fingers kneading away on his soles. " I don't know about all the benefits but it sure does feel good. I could go for one of these every day." This is something every foot fetishist dreams of hearing. This meant I was potentially going to get more oppurtunities at those feet. They're stinky but beautiful feet. My cousin must have seen my excitement. "You wouldn't mind giving me a foot massage every now and then would you?" A moment ago he thought he was degrading me, now he seemed to be warming up to the idea of having his older cousin rubbing his feet on a regular basis.

"Sure, no trouble at all." I said trying not to sound over eager.

" I promise you I will shower next time. My feet have got to smell." He said and blushed a little.

" That's all right. I did not even notice." I said.

"You mean you didn't notice this." he said as he straddled my nose with his socked toes. It was all in playful fun or was it.

It was not long before my cousin had me wrapped around his little finger. I was doing his laundry, cooking his meals, helping him with school work. I even let his rent slide, and occasionally loaned him money. It was obvious he was taking advantage of me and loving it. Of course he was getting me to massage his feet too. It was not every once and while though. Every afternoon he would walk home from school and be ready for a foot massage when he arrived. I obliged everytime and he always presented his feet to me without even thinking about showering. Occasionally he would wear his army coimbat boots with black socks. Let me tell you, his feet gave off the strongest smell on those days. I think he was getting a certain enjoyment at seeing me at his feet. He would occasionally shift his feet and brush my hair with them. Sometimes he would pretend to fall asleep and rest his foot on my head and then suddenly wake up to apologize. I was being tested and wondered where this all would go. I decided to take another even bolder step one afternoon. He had just got home from school.

He was involved with intramural soccer and had worked up quite a sweat. That did not stop him from demanding a foot massage. He did not even ask anymore. It was more like " I'm home, get in here and massage my feet." He was really becoming dominant. I decided that afternoon I would get bold. About halfway through his massage, ( his feet were clad in a pair of grungy white socks which he had worn all week) I removed his socks. I had never done this before. I began working on his beautiful bare feet. Then it happened I just bent over and licked the bottom of his left foot. He looked down at me and replied "I was wondering if you were ever going to do that or not." It was not long after that a foot bath courtesy of my mouth was part of the routine. It was not long before Danny's friends from soccer were coming over to enjoy a foot massage from Danny's cousin. He never made me lick his feet when they came over, but I knew I better do what I was told. They were all shocked to see somebody that would massage their sweaty feet. I explained about the reflexology thing and it seemed to fly with them. Unfortunately Danny found an apartment with some friends off campus. However, the good news is its in walking distance. He has already come over twice to pick up his clean laundry. Both times were after an intramural game, and I got the pleasure of giving him a foot massage and bath.

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