High School Days With Sean
by Harry

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In my eyes, my best friend Sean was a god. We met when he transferred to my school in our sophomore year of high school and, since I was an honor student, I was assigned to be his guide around school.

On his first day, I was called into the principal’s office to meet him. I walked into the office and there he sat: long and lanky with shaggy blond hair and the sexiest grin I’d ever seen. My eyes took him in from head to foot and his white Adidas looked to be about size 11. For me, it was instant lust.

From that day on, we were best friends. We had most classes together and, as it turned out, we were both into running so we were on the track team together. After school and on weekends, we’d spend most of our time together hanging out at either his or my house.

Eventually, we both found steady girlfriends and would double-date every weekend. I have to admit, I was totally jealous that she got to make out with him but I never felt like they shared the kind of bond that he and I did. For me, having a girlfriend meant I at least got a little human contact – and the occasional handjob. But even on the nights my girlfriend jerked me off, I’d still go home and stroke my cock again imagining sliding Sean’s shoes and socks off and smelling his long, hot feet.

When anyone’s parents were away, we’d take the opportunity to make out in the comfort of someone’s living room instead of the car for a change. I loved these double-date make out sessions because the whole time I was kissing Kim, my eyes would be on Sean’s feet. I’d watch them whether they were covered by sneakers or socks; but when they were bare, I’d get super hot with Kim. Seeing his feet stretch and his toes curl as his girlfriend kissed his mouth and stroked his cock never failed to make me cum in Kim’s hand.

One day, the summer Urban Outfitters catalog arrived. As I sat thumbing through it in the kitchen, I came to the flip-flop section and noticed a pair of feet really similar to Sean’s. I raced to my room, locked the door and stroked off as I looked at those feet and pretended they were Sean’s and I imagined how they smelled and tasted. After such intense imagery, I was close to shooting when I heard Sean’s voice in the hall talking to my mom. There was no turning back even though I knew he’d be at my bedroom door in 5 seconds. I held the catalog to my dick and shot my load all over the flip flop pictures. I knew I’d regret making those pictures too messy to use again but I had to get rid of my load fast.

I tossed the cum covered catalog in my trashcan, yanked my shorts up and jumped off the bed just as Sean started knocking. I opened the door and he had a bright smile on his face.

“Did your see it?” he asked excitedly.

I was confused, “See what, man?”

“Oh yeah, I guess you wouldn’t recognize me because you can’t see my face,” he laughed. “Where do I start? Here’s what happened. I got a job…sorta. I’ve just been keeping it a secret.”

“You’re bugging me with this mystery crap,” I said. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“OK, a couple months ago, we visited my mom’s college roommate in New York.”

“I remember. I remember. Go on.”

“Anyway, she’s a photographer and we visited her at work. While we were waiting for her to finish up, she asked if I wanted to earn $1000. All I had to do for the money was put on a pair of sandals and stand there and she said the picture was going to be in an advertisement. So I did it.”

I wasn’t quite getting his point but I knew he had feet that would look awesome in sandals. I prompted him to continue, “OK that’s really cool and easy money but where is this picture? I want to see.”

“Your mom said you got the Urban Outfitters catalog today. Where is it? I’ll show you my picture.”

My mind started spinning as the situation became clear. The feet that looked so much like Sean’s really were his. And the catalog he wanted to show me was covered in cum. In fact, the cum was all over the picture of his feet. I was shaking and thought I’d pass out over this dilemma.

All panicky, I said, “Let’s go over your house and look at your copy. I don’t know where I put mine.”

“Dude, it just arrived this afternoon. How far could it go?” And he started pushing papers around on my desk, looking through my schoolbooks. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t think of any way out as my panic escalated. That’s when he spotted it at the top of my trashcan and grabbed it out.

“Here it is!” And he started flipping through as I watched his fingered peeling apart the cum soaked pages. “What the Hell did you do to it?” he asked in confusion. Then he took a big whiff and dropped it. “It smells like cum. Why were you jerking off with the catalog?”

I was stuttering like crazy trying to find a way out without losing my best friend. “I...ummm…umm…I didn’t. Well, not really. I mean, I did but…” Then it hit me. “I was jerking off and my mom knocked. I didn’t have a towel and wasn’t planning on keeping the catalog anyway so I used it to clean up.” Phew, I thought to myself.

He didn’t look convinced. “I see. Hmmm…no big deal, dude.” Neither of us was saying anything but he looked deep in thought. My stomach was in knots and I was kicking myself for not jerking in the bathroom.

Just then my mom leaned her head in the room asking if Sean was staying for dinner. He said sure but explained that he just ran all the way over after doing yard work and he was kinda sweaty. My mom told him to feel free to use the shower and borrow my clothes if he wanted. He thanked her and she closed the door and left.

Without another word, he sat down on my bed next to me and kicked off his sneakers. Then he looked at me and asked, “Do I really need a shower?”

I calmed down, obviously we were still friends and he was letting the sticky catalog incident go. I laughed, “Well, I can’t smell you so that’s a good sign you don’t.”

He grinned that sexy grin and reached down and pulled off his white sweat sock. He held it to his nose and sniffed then held it out to me. “Smell this and tell me if I need a shower.”

Thinking he was joking, I leaned away and said, “No way, dude. I ain’t smelling those things.”

He still held it out. “Do it, man. Smell them and tell me if they stink.”

I wanted to; I really, really wanted to. But I couldn’t let it appear that way so I took his damp sock and sniffed it quick. “It doesn’t stink.”

With his eyes glued to mine he said in a real low voice, “Do it again.”

I held it to my nose and took a long deep inhale. Man, his feet smelled sweet and sweaty at the same time. I took the sock away from my face.

“See man, they smell fine.” I meant to sound cool but my voice croaked out in a hoarse whisper like I was professing my love. I immediately blushed.

“Yeah, I guess they would smell fine to you. Why don’t you get down there on the floor and take my other sock off for me.”

We stared at each other for what seemed like an hour before I silently dropped off the bed and knelt before my best friend and pulled off his sock. As I held the sock in my hand, I looked up in his eyes and he nodded. Again, I pulled it to my face and inhaled my best friend’s smell.

“Dude, why didn’t you ever tell me you were hot for my feet?”

“Sean, I’m not…”

Before I could finish, he brought his big toe up and pressed it to my lips. “Sshhh…no need to lie to me. I’m your best friend. Just sniff my feet.” And he rubbed his sole over my face. With that sexy smooth sole covering my face, I sniffed like a bloodhound. I had no idea how this would affect our relationship but I was beyond worrying. The feet of my fantasies were smothering me and that’s all I could focus on.

“Tell me what you were thinking about when you jerked off on the catalog.”

My nose was pressed under his toes, the smell was even stronger and I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that spot. My lips were pressed to his damp sole and I muttered, “I was thinking they looked like yours. I wanted to smell them just like this.”

“What else?”

“Oh God Sean. I wanted to lick and suck them. I imagined how yummy your feet would taste and it made me cum.”

“You want to cum again now, don’t you?”

“Oh Sean. YEESSSS, man. Yes, I wanna cum!”

“Take your cock out and jerk it, man. These big feet are your best friend’s. You can get off over them if you want to.” With that, he wiggled his toes against my face and I just had to rip my pants open and free my cock. There I was, on the floor in front of my best friend. Beating my meat while I sniffed his hot feet. All my foot fantasies had finally come true.

“Suck those toes, man,” he encouraged. “Suck ‘em good. Clean all that toe jam out for me.” He rubbed his feet over my face more aggressively, “Oh dude, you love those dirty feet, don’t you. If you could only see yourself. Sniffing and licking your best friend’s feet like a dog. Faster, man, faster. Jerk yourself off with my smelly feet in your mouth. You love it and you know it!”

Sweat was pouring down my face as I sucked his long, perfect toes. His sweaty, funky feet tasted even better than I imagined and my tongue wormed all over and in between his toes, cleaning out the jam, lint and sweat. His vocal encouragement was sending me over the edge.

With my mouth full of Sean’s toes, I mumbled, “I’m gonna cum, dude.” He grabbed his dirty sock off the bed and tossed it down onto my stroking hand.

“Cover your cock with that and cum in my sweaty sock, man. Do it. Pump that cock while you suck my toes. Yeah, go for it. You’re beating your meat sucking your best buddy’s toes. How does that taste, man. How does it feel to be licking your bud’s feet?”

Lifting my mouth off his toes, I screamed “AWESOME!!!!! OH FUCK, AWESOME!!!” as I blew my load into his sock. I continued sucking his big toe as volley after volley of cum filled his white sock.

As my pulse rate began returning to normal, I was humiliated now. I had just sucked my best friends feet like a dog. I couldn’t look at him as he caressed my face with his feet.

I looked up at him wondered what would happen now. He stared straight in my eyes, “Guess you needed that BAD, you freak,” he burst out laughing. “OK, man. I’m gonna take a shower now.” He casually stripped off his clothes. As he headed for the shower, he turned back and said seriously, “From here on out, if you want something … just ask me.” He winked, shook his bare ass seductively and headed for the bathroom.

I sat there in shock over what he had just said until I heard the shower running. I thought, What the hell am I waiting for? And I ran for the bathroom, ripping off my clothes as I went.