The Bet
by Tony

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It all began with a bet.
Some of my gay friends (namely those few with a foot fetish like I have) dared me one night at a bar to ask the first hot straight guy I saw, if he’d take $25 bucks if he’d let me kiss his feet. They said if he agreed – they’d supply the $25 as long as I could prove to them that it happened. I asked how I would do that and they said that was my problem if I got a picture – or better yet – a video – anything showing proof of the act – they’d reimburse me the money and the bet would be complete.

I had had a few beers and my courage was stronger than my fear of being beaten up or worse – so I immediately began scouting out potential players. I saw this one guy – very handsome, about 6’ 3” and massive (as far as muscles go). He was talking to his girlfriend and quickly thought better of approaching him. Another few guys drifted by, chatting together and talking football and I lost my nerve to ask either of them as well. My friends looked and gawked at me from the corner, egging me on.
Suddenly, I saw a guy, about 6’ tall, nice build, beautiful eyes and definitely straight (based on the wedding band around his finger) sitting by himself at the end of the bar. He was very cute. Maybe 30 years old. I looked at my friends (all of whom were soused and laughing but motioned to me to definitely ask him) and then I turned back to the bar.
I was determined to make this work. I approached the guy – sat down next to him and asked the bartender for a beer. Once I had my courage juice – I looked at him and smiled. “Hello.” I said shyly – already reconsidering and wondering if I should just say to hell with the whole thing, and just get up and leave.

“ Hi.” He responded.
“ How ya’ doin’?”

“ Okay.” I was so nervous I almost left again but with some forced control – I remained seated.

“ What time do you have?” he questioned.

“ Huh, it’s 9:58 almost 10:00” I responded.
“ Thanks.”

Fearing he may be leaving I went for it.

“ Uh, can I ask you a strange question? It’s gonna sound bizarre but

I’m trying to win a bet with some friends of mine – and to be honest
– I thought it’d be easier if I just came right out an asked! I’ve
got $25 dollars coming to me and $25 going to you if I can get you to do something for me. It’s not illegal and it won’t hurt. You interested?”
“ I’m married you know? I’m not into any gay sex or anything.”

“ Oh, I know. It’s nothing like that” I assured him.
“ See, my friends said if I could get a picture or a video – some kind of proof – of me kissing your feet, I win the money.”

“ I see. And why do they want you to do this? And why my feet? And more importantly – it’s gonna take more than $25 for me to let you do that!” He questioned.

Hmmmm – I hadn’t thought of that – not enough money to make him do
it.

Before I could answer – he continued.

“ I’ll tell you what you tell me the honest truth about the bet – and make me believe it – no bullshit, and I’ll do it. But you give me $50 bucks

” I thought about it and said to myself to kiss this guys feet is worth the other $25 to me so what the hell.

“ Okay. Deal.” I said.

I explained to him that my friends and I were totally into guy’s feet and that they began to dare me that I couldn’t get a straight guy to
let me kiss his feet without getting my ass beaten. I told him about the $25 bucks they’d give me if I could get proof. I told him I picked him because he looked nice and non-violent.

“ Uh huh – you picked me because you think I’m cute but go on.” He laughed.

I told him that if he’d consent – I would give him the $25 of my own plus the $25 they’d be giving me. He smiled, agreed and told me to leave with him. I was very nervous. This was too easy. Or was it? He was probably a serial killer and might possibly be cooking me up later in big vat with a bunch of other losers.

“ I don’t want to leave the club – so where are we going?” I asked.

“ I’m just going to get my digital camera.” He said. “You can stay here.”

He exited to the parking lot and was back in like 3 minutes. We
made our way to the bathroom. I followed him in and he locked the main
door behind him. He sat on the sink and kicked off his Vans. He wore dark gray sweat socks. He motioned for me to come over. I knelt down, took his left foot in my hand (I was getting hard just holding it) and kissed his foot. He snapped the photo and told me to do it again. He needed a better shot. I did as he asked and he snapped again.
“ Well, these aren’t coming out – here let me move towards the light.”
He scooted back and sat closer to the fixture above the sink.
I kissed his foot again and he snapped a few more. I was certainly enjoying myself, so as far as I was concerned – I could do this all day.

“ Those should be great!” He chuckled. “Let’s go show them.”

“ You mean now?” “I thought you could like email them to me or something. I don’t want them to know that I’ve got to pay you more
money, ya’ know.”

“ Right – email them to you! And never see my $50 bucks. I don’t think so. Come on.”

We walked back out into the bar and made our way over to my friend’s table. They all sat there smugly.

“ Alright – here’s the proof.” He said.
“ Now pay him.” He handed the digital camera over to them and they perused the shots. They all sat there dumbfounded then started to laugh hysterically as they looked at each other then at me.

“ Gullible. I swear – you’d believe anything. You’re such a loser.”

They all shouted amongst the chaos. It was hard to hear one over
the other.

“ What? He let me kiss his feet and I got proof. So what the hell’s so funny?”

I glanced over at Mr. Straight Guy and he was laughing too. What the
hell?!

Finally after the laughter and the tears had all subsided – they finally admitted that Mr. Straight Guy was a fake. He was a friend of theirs and had asked him earlier to agree with me on my offer. Not only was he not married (it was his brother’s wedding ring) – but he was gay and had a foot fetish too and was just as excited to have me kiss his feet as I was to be kissing them.

“ Shit you guys suck!” I yelled.
I was embarrassed and felt guilty all at the same time. Mr. Straight Guy (whose name by the way happened to be Todd) walked over to me and said softly in my ear

“ If it’s any consolation, I really enjoyed that. And if you want –
we can do it some more – at my place.”

I smiled, agreed and left with him.
Our friends just looked at us as we left – feeling somewhat confused. Don’t worry though – we called them the next day and told them how much fun we’d had. And the funny thing about all of this – Todd and I are now and item and have been together for almost 3 years. They were all jealous at first but now they’re okay with it.

Funny how bets can lead to more serious stuff, huh?