My Uncle's Feet
About 2 years ago I went on holiday with my dad
to the coast of the UK--Skegness to be exact. We
set off on the Monday in our car, towing the caravan
behind us. We were staying on a caravan park. My
uncle Tommy had already been at the park for a couple
of days, so he was going to show us around and things.
A couple of hours later we arrived at the park,
and we pulled into our space and I got out to stretch
because I had been in the car for 3 hours straight
without moving. Uncle Tommy appeared from his caravan
and greeted us. It had been a while since I had
seen him. As a matter of fact I couldn't even remember
what he looked like. The second I saw him I fell
in love with his feet. He wasn't wearing any shoes
because he'd just been in his caravan all day.
He was a bit shorter than my dad but was really
well built; he had a rough look, dark hair and oozed
with sex. His feet were quite rugged as well--looked
like he never really took care of them. They were
a bit dirty and his toenails were quite long.
Anyway, my dad and me got unpacked and within a
few hours we were in my uncles caravan. He had a
bigger one so we sort of regarded it as the meeting
point. We went to the theme park nearby--fantasy
island I think--then got something to eat. I couldn't
take my eyes off the trainers my uncle wore with
a pair of white sports socks.
I know you don't want to hear what I've done their
so ill just get on with the story : )
Well a couple of days after my dad went out shopping--because
we had been just eating take aways and things for
days--I went over to my uncle's caravan to watch
TV because we didn't have one in our own. When I
got in he had his meaty feet crossed up on a stool
with the same socks on he had been wearing at the
theme park and for the whole week I think. It was
hot outside so he would have been sweating a lot,
especially his feet. The once white sport socks
were now a dirty yellow color propped up on the
"How you doing Rich?" he asked.
"OK. Can I watch TV in here Tommy" "Yeah
sure." I switched it on and sat down. I got
really interested in what was on TV, something about
roller coasters or something, when I realized Tommy
was mumbling about something. I looked over and
he was rubbing his feet through his socks.
"What's up?" I asked
"My damn feet are killing me. I thought if
I took the weight off them for a bit they would
stop aching but its got worse" He pushed the
stool out the way with his manly foot and looked
"Would you mind--" I cut him off half
way through and said "Yes"."What
was I going to ask" he said.
"If I could massage your feet." "No,
I just want a drink--would you give me a foot massage
though?" "Yeah if you want. I mean, you
let me in your caravan all the time to watch TV
and stuff so this way I can pay you back."
"OK, come over here then" I stood up and
walked over to his feet. I moved the stool back
to its original position and lifted his feet off
the floor back onto the stool. I could smell the
rank foot odor as I touched his big feet.
"Sorry about the smell, should I get a bath
"Oh no I like it"
I didn't believe what I just said.
"What?" he said, half laughing. "You
like the smell of my feet? Well, get a good sniff
then if you like." At this point he pushed
his sweaty yellow socks into my face--the balls
of his feet were in my eye sockets and his heels
on my mouth.
"Go on give em a good sniff."
I lifted the socks off my face and sniffed each
one slowly and deeply. He started laughing and said
he couldn't believe it. He said I have to massage
his feet now, so I started rubbing his hot damp
socks and he lay back . . . with me as a slave at
his feet. Every now and then I would take a sniff
then continue to rub while he laid back and groaned
After a while he said, "So if you like the
smell . . . Do you like the taste?"
At this he ordered me to open my mouth and stick
out my tongue. I did as I was told and he stuck
his big sweaty sock in my mouth and half way down
my throat. I started to gag on his sweaty socks,
and he started laughing. He pulled his foot out
and told me to lick his socks . . . and I did. They
tasted really salty from the sweat and muddy from
the dirt in the bottom. After the licking he told
me to open my mouth again and stick out my tongue.
Then he started rubbing his socks on my tongue!
After ten minutes of this my tongue ached and was
totally dry, and he just continued to laugh at me
as I winced in pain every time he rubbed his socks
on my tongue again and again and again.
He finally stopped this and he told me to take off
his socks with my mouth. I began doing it, but it
was quite difficult so I just bit the end of them
and pulled them off. He picked one of them up off
the floor and pulled my head towards his and stuck
one of his sweaty stinking socks in my mouth
"Chew on it." he ordered. "Chew on
it until it's clean."
I chew and licked it until it was completely clean.
I looked up at him and he put one of his bare sweaty
feet square on my face and pushed my head back and
onto the floor, then he rubbed both of his feet
all over my face. Then he stuck one of his big toes
in my mouth and began to move it in and out like
I was sucking on a cock. He laughed at this and
called me a puff. Then he just told me to clean
his feet with my tongue. So I licked the sweaty
bits of wool out the middle of his dirty toes and
sucked on every one of his toes to clean them. The
sole of his foot was really caked with dirt so I
had to eat this off his feet and practically chew
on the stuff. This made him crack up in hysterics.
It made me sick. When I had completely cleaned his
dirty manly feet he told me to nibble on his dirty,
long toenails. There was black dirt and things in
his toenails that I had to eat.
10 minutes later his feet looked like new. He even
had cleaned and trimmed toenails where I had bitten
I thought it was over until he told me to lie on
the floor facing down. I did this and he shoved
one of his trainers under my nose so I had to breathe
all of my air through his trainers which stunk of
man-sweat and dirt. He stood up and stood on my
back, grinding his heels into my back while I was
finding it hard to breath through his trainers.
He continued to trample on my body for the next
5 minutes all the while I was breathing quite hard.
He eventually got off and told me to get up of the
floor. I did and straight away it seemed to be over.
I looked out the window and seen my dad's car pull
up. I quickly tidied myself and sat down on the
chair. He came in and said to Tommy, "Has he
"No problem. I've enjoyed him been over."
Send your story to My Friends' Feet today. You could
win a membership!