Chad's
Feet
by
FootboySD
I
was hurrying back from the library after studying
for finals. I couldn't believe that there were only
six hours to sleep before the big exam. I just wanted
to get into bed and get some ZZZs. As I was quickly
walking through the brisk middle-of-the-night air,
I noticed someone stumbling toward me. It was Chad
Wright, the hottest guy on my floor.
I'd often lusted after him and his gorgeous body,
especially when he was playing on the soccer team.
I'd imagine getting my face into those hot, sweaty
spikes and the grass-stained steamy smelly soccer
socks, right down to the searing hot, tender soles
of his size 11 feet. I wondered what he was doing
up so late at night. As we met on the sidewalk,
I could tell he was pretty drunk.
"Hey Rick," he said, slurring slightly.
"Wanna have a drink with me in my room? I finished
my last exam today and I'm celebrating."
I knew his roommate was gone and I'd get a chance
to be one-on-one with him while his defenses were
down. What a great opportunity. But shit! I still
had my calc exam tomorrow. In six hours! I questioned
my sanity as I agreed to accompany Chad to his room.
We got into the room and Chad pulled out a couple
of beers from the fridge. I sat on the couch while
Chad settled into his bed. He brought his feet up
on the bed. I got a nice view of his white sweatsox
coming out of his Nike hightops and continuing up
under his jeans.
Suddenly he didn't seem so drunk, as he seemed to
smirk at me when he started slowly untying his sneakers
and said, "Man, I could really use a foot massage."
I didn't miss my cue. I walked over to Chad's bed
and joined my hands to his, untying his left shoe.
He released his grip and slid back down on the bed
with a big smile on his face. I couldn't believe
it! He wanted this as much as me! I continued untying
the shoe, running my fingers along the inside of
his shoe to help loosen the shoestrings. His warm
slightly-soiled socked foot emerged from the shoe
and into my hands. I buried my face into it's sole
to feel and smell the warmth of the foot and sock
as Chad lightly moaned. I ran my right hand up and
down underneath his pantleg while my left hand held
his foot up for me to take in my face.
"Wait a minute," Chad suddenly said. "I
want your feet, too. Let me see those loafers up
here."
I naturally obliged. I snuggled onto his bed, facing
his feet as he held mine, slowly loosening my laces.
What a great position I was in. I pulled off his
other shoe as he pulled off my first. We each gently
massaged the other's foot, feeling it's tenderness
while smelling it's muskiness. We continued on like
that for a long time. Each of us massaging, sniffing,
licking, nipping each others feet. I was so content.
The feel of Chad's teeth gently scraping the bottom
of my bare soles, his gentle fingers rubbing my
toes. The touch of his slender bare feet on my lips.
The smell of his socks and the squirming wiggling
toes while I gently nipped at the balls of his feet.
It was some night. I glanced over at the clock on
his dresser. What? 7:30? We had been going at it
for nearly six hours! And I had a calc final in
30 minutes!! I hurriedly explained my predicament
to Chad as I quickly started putting on my footgear.
We both laughed about what excuse I'd give the prof
if I missed the final exam.
"You see, Professor McKennon, on the way home
from studying for the exam, I ran into this really
hot guy who was also into feet, so we went back
to his place and played with each other's feet so
long that I had sex right through the entire exam
period. Sorry. Is there a make-up?"
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