Not Quite Mine
by Conked_Out_Casper

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Okay this story belongs more to a friend than me, and I'd like to make that clear here.

He helped me so much with this I can't in good conscience claim it completely as my own. Still I thought it would be enjoyable to present. It deals with themes close to my heart like somnophilia and feet. I mean I've been in love with passed out male feet since the day my father's boss would visit our home. I'd just turned eighteen and it wasn't too long before I moved out to make my way in this cold cruel world.

It never failed ... every Friday my dad's boss would come over, get drunk with my dad, pass out and sleep over with his feet protruding from beneath the blanket my father would toss over him before he himself retired to the bedroom.

My father's boss was a pretty handsome man with a shaven face, and he looked a bit younger than his 34-35 years. The light brown hair that spilled over the tops of his ears was full, but was receding a little in front. And he had these piercing gray eyes that were almost as awe-inspiring as his size-11 feet. He'd be snoring away on the floor of our living room and as a kid I found that so damn hot! I didn't know why ... didn't care. I only wanted to be able to have my way with his feet while he was passed-out and completely at my mercy.

My dad would be sleeping off the drinks he himself had drank and I'd be up just waiting until I was certain I wouldn't be disturbed (caught).Then I'd sneak into the living room ... crawling on my belly like snake and my heart beating so hard in my chest and really making me dizzy. I was THAT excited and anxious, you know?

I'd crawl on the floor until I reached his usually black-socked feet. The smell was intense, and I sniffed them as if I were trying to pull in as much of his fragrance into my nose as possible. At first I was really timid about it, but when I realized that my dad's boss drunk-sleep routine didn't vary, I realized that he'd NEVER wake up no matter what I did to his feet. As long as I did what I had to do with them close to the time he first passed out.

If I waited too long, he'd wake up and go to the bathroom and stuff. But if I got a chance to get at his feet close to the time he passed out ... he was all mine. So I learned to be a bit bolder with the time I had. I buried my nose into his socked feet and would be just smelling them like I was desperate for air. I'd kiss them too--all over the socked soles and I'd give his socked toes a bath of kisses.

Then I discovered one morning that my dad's boss had accidentally gotten out of his socks one morning while he'd been sleeping. I had nothing to do with it, but the thought that he could accidentally come out of his socks (and that he was used to this phenomenon) at night gave me all kinds of ideas.

That's when I became bold enough to take off his socks while I had my way with his feet on those erotic Friday nights. I then peeled his sock off and I just instantly fell in love with what I saw! He had some damn nice feet. I'd seen them before in sandals and such, but never completely bare and right like in my face, you know?

The soles of his bare feet were so soft and tender that I was a little shocked! I'd run my hand across each of the guy's smooth soles. It wasn't long before I graduated to taking his big toe into his mouth. I'd began lightly sucking on his toe and would even get the nerve to work my tongue around it and the other toes ... on each foot! I'd take each toe in one at a time and swirl my tongue around it.

Sometimes my dad's boss would even sigh when I did this--almost like he was feeling it!