Yellow Soles
by Jason T

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I sat in the classroom looking around and feeling nervous. Being my first day at an all black high school was quite a nerve-wracking experience. I twiddled my thumbs and noticed the boy sitting in front of me. He was dark skinned and had on a wife beater and blue jeans. I always got hard looking at men who wore blue jeans for some reason. I also have a thing for guys feet. Now that I was a senior in high school, I had probably had more foot experiences then I could count, yet none with a black person. And this black kid was gorgeous. I would say he had to be atleast six feet, and a slim muscular build proceeded his sexy dark chocolate complexion. I also noticed the sandals that encased his feet. My dick got immediately hard as I looked at the sexy yellowish soles that kept moving back and forth in the sandals. The yellow color made my dick even more hard, and I couldn't help but stroke my dick, even though the teacher was in front of the class lecturing.

After class I decided to introduce myself to the young black man I had had such a hard-on in class with. I went up to him with a hesitation beating in my stomach harder then rocks.

"What's up, man?" I asked cooly. He looked at me weirdly. His huge brown eyes and sexy, darkish red lips were too much for me, and my dick again got hard.

"Wassup, you new?" He asked. Some of his guys seemed to be looking at me from

a distance.

"Yeah. I'm Steve." I extended my hand, and then realized the "black" thing to

do wasn't shaking it. He just smiled.

"Yo I'm Jonathan. Let me show you around kid, you don't seem to fit in here. I don't want you to feel out of place."

Following that, Jonathan and me became rather close. he showed me around the entire school and afterwards, invited me over to his house to hang out. I kept looking at his yellow soles the entire time we were out. I kept contemplating whether or not I should

tell him I was gay, and that I like feet. I decided I would only tell him if I felt he would accept it, or if my dick got too hard and I just had to explode.

When we got in his room he immediately kicked off his sandals and plopped on his bed, stretching out his huge, yellow feet. A slight odor emerged from them that smelled of sneaker and vinegar, and I was starting to get hard. I would have to say his feet were about a size 13, and his dark complexion let the yellow seem even more crayon like then ever.

"My fault man, my feet stink." He chuckled and turned on the television.

"That's okay," I said matter-of-factly. "Man, they are yellow as hell."

I don't know what made me say it, but I was horny.

"Huh? Oh, man I know. My pops thinks it's because I run track a lot. All the girls I fuck get turned on by that shit. I think it's crazy." I nodded.

So he was straight. Damn. I had to decide what to do, for I had to have those

feet!

"Any guys say they like it?" I asked politely.

"Hell naw! Man, if they did, they'd get their ass kicked. I ain't down for that shit man." He looked at me suspiciously. "Yo, you gay?"

I didn't know what to say.

"No. Of course not. I just wondered." I kind of blushed, my eyes still on the huge feet that were so beefy and yellow I had already pre-cummed. He wiggled his toes.

"Man, you seem sort of gay. Man, I don't know. You keep lookin' at my feet man."

"No, I just like the look of feet is all. I'm an artist." Right.

"You got some money? If you give me twenty dollars, I'll let you jack your dick off to my feet. Shiiit, we could do it all the time. Man, I know your a fag. You don't got to lie to me." I smiled, and thought twenty dollars was nothing. I pulled out my wallet and gave him a twenty dollar bill. He laughed and propped his feet on my lap. I couldn't believe it. The man I had fantasized about all day and now I was getting the prize. He rubbed his

yellow feet on my dick and I started to moan. He laughed.

"Sniff my feet fag." His once yellowish soles had turned a bit orange, and now I was really hard. I inhaled his soles. The vinegar smell had increased, and the sweat was so salty I could have had a meal. He rubbed the foot back and forth across my face, and I extended my tongue out and put his big toe in my mouth. He moaned. He seemed to be getting off on it.

"Hell yeah, suck my toes bitch!" He leaned back and put one foot on my face and the other one on my erect cock which was in heaven as the sole of the foot pressed harder on it. He laughed and called me a fag as I moaned and moaned and smelled and smelled, and oh the yellow, my god the Yellow!

I came on his foot, my white cum oozing out like a river of juice. He relaxed his other foot and looked at me with a smirk. I had a smile of satisfaction on my face too. From then on we continued to have foot sessions. His feet were always yellow, and sometimes he would tease me in class just to see what I would do. He would wiggle his toes, or if he had shoes on, he never wore socks, he would take his heel out of them, and I would watch in complete happiness.