Let
Me Tell You About Michael
by Jim
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It
started out like any other day.
My roommate is a track star, and a very good one at that. Every
afternoon he had practice after class, and every afternoon I’d
spent some quality time with one pair of Michael’s sneakers.
The smell was extremely strong, almost enough to knock someone out
if you weren’t used to it; however I’d gotten used to
it. To me, they almost smelled sweet, but I’m already getting
off topic.
Let me tell you about Michael, the hottest jock I ever laid my eyes
on: 6’6”, 220 pounds of pure muscle, and size 15 feet,
a literal god among men. He had a commanding attitude about him.
He wasn’t rude, but people would just listen and do what he
said. He knew quite well about this ‘hidden talent’,
but he was good about not abusing it, at least, until he found out
about my little ‘sessions’.
He had just become aware of my foot fetish, that is since he had
found me in his room and saw me jacking off while sniffing his track
shoe. He was oddly cool about it, and yet he got a power trip from
it. He liked feeling my face under his feet, and loved feeling my
tongue bathe his feet.
“I rearranged the beds so now my feet can rest on your pillow.
Guess you’ll have to deal with the smell at night or lick
my feet to get rid of it. The choice is yours buddy.” He cocked
that perfect grin with the pearly-white teeth.
I ended up getting in bed first that night, covering up quite well
since it was supposed to get very cold that night. It figured the
heat was on the fritz for the entire dorm. I had managed to doze
off with my mouth open, which ended up being both a blessing and
a bane. Michael wasn’t kidding about using my pillow as a
footrest. He set his feet on my pillow and arched them forward,
pushing his big toe into my mouth. Asleep at the time, I began to
lightly suck on it, moaning softly in my sleep while Michael started
playing with himself. I woke up about halfway through, smirking
slightly.
“So, I’ve been reduced to licking your feet even while
I sleep, huh?”
He smirked, “It’s that or I tell everyone about this
little thing of yours.” He pulled his right foot back and
ran it along my face, petting me with that huge size 15 foot, “Besides,
you and I have a special relationship now. You’re my little
foot servant now, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”
Hearing it aloud almost made my heart sink. He knew he had me…
I was his to do whatever he wanted; however, at the same time I
was quite happy. Michael was a man that demanded respect. To me,
bowing down and licking his feet was the most respectful thing I
could do for him. I loved the idea of belonging to his feet, that
he needed me to be there after practice to lick his feet clean.
My thoughts were soon interrupted as he shoved his big toe back
in my mouth, “It’s cold out, and my feet are cold. Why
don’t you lick them for a while, warm them up a bit?”
I didn’t hesitate for a second; I sat up in my bed and took
his right foot in my hands, massaging the sole as I slowly and softly
ran my tongue between his toes. He leaned back and began to moan
softly as the tension in his feet melted away, as well as giving
me a small snack of lint and jam. His toes were so long they were
almost finger-like, bending together and grabbing my tongue, pulling
it slightly to let me know to work harder.
His only words for my job well done were, “Now do the other,”
as he pulled his foot from my mouth, shoving his left foot back
in without allowing me a word. Of course, I didn’t mind at
all. I loved my new job. I worked just as diligently on his left
foot, rubbing the tensions from his track competition earlier away.
Even though he was enjoying it immensely, he’d start laughing
every now and again as my tongue found a ticklish spot among the
lint. My mouth was watering quite a bit at this point, and his foot
shined in the moonlight from all the attention I was giving it.
My mind had wondered off a bit, thinking about what the rest of
the year would be like with my new, seemingly gentle foot master.
I was snapped-to as he let out a snort then a long snore. Chuckling
softly, I kissed his sole and placed his feet on my pillow. Like
a good pet, I took a couple of his toes in my mouth and got comfortable
in my bed.
Tomorrow was going to be another interesting day.
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