Uncle Andy
by Harry

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Since I was a child, I remember being fascinated by men’s feet.

When I was in first grade, my mother worked full time so I’d go to my Uncle Andy’s house immediately after school. He lived alone and worked the night shift so he was always around during the day to look after me. I can’t remember how we got into the routine, but every day I would either climb under the kitchen table while he ate or sit on the floor in front of his recliner as he watched TV and I’d rub his feet.

I thought he was the handsomest man I’d ever seen and I worshiped him. He wore these big thick white socks and I’d press my face to them and sniff them. He’d always say the same thing as my face was buried in his socks:

“Do they smell nice, Buddy?”

“They sure do, sir,” I’d mumble.

“You’re a crazy guy, Buddy.” And he’d shake his head and go back to watching TV.

Eventually, my mom gave up her job and I stopped going to Uncle Andy’s house after school so I forgot all about his feet. However, when I hit puberty I began to notice that the smell of dirty socks – Dad’s, my brother’s, or even mine – gave me an instant boner. This realization started me on my sock odyssey. Whenever we visited anyone – relatives, friends, dad’s coworkers – I’d head for the bathroom as soon as possible. I’d dig into their dirty clothes hamper and find the smelliest pair of men’s socks I could locate and hold them to my face while I sniffed and jerked off. Sometimes I’d wipe my cum off on the sock so I could feel the crusty sole running over my sensitive dick head. But whenever possible, I’d stuff the sock into my pocket for later use. As a teenager, I didn’t know even know what a foot fetish was all about, I just knew that nothing made me cum harder than the smell of feet.

When I was old enough, I got my driver’s license and, eventually, my first car. I couldn’t wait to show my Uncle Andy so, on the first day I owned my car, I drove over after school. I pulled into the driveway and noticed that his new wife was at work so it would be just us guys. I walked in without knocking and there he sat in his recliner, socked feet up and the memories of smelling his feet when I was a kid came rushing back. My dick immediately started to rise and so I quickly sat down on the couch to hide my growing erection.

I blabbered on and on about my car and Uncle Andy told me how proud he was of me and how grown up I’d gotten. Then he laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny, Uncle Andy?”

“Nothing Buddy. I was just thinking how much you’ve changed from that crazy little kid who liked to smell my feet.”

I blushed at his teasing but pretended I didn’t remember. “I never did that!”

“You did, Buddy. You were so cute, too. I’d be sitting in this recliner and you’d scramble over and just bury your little face in my funky socks.” He laughed harder at the memory.

I sat there in silence, my mouth dry, face red and my dick was harder than steel. Suddenly, a realization seemed to hit Uncle Andy and he stopped laughing. He cocked his head and looked at me strangely. A strange tension filled the room and I couldn’t even look at him.

“Buddy.” I still couldn’t look at him.

“Buddy! Come over here and smell my socks the way you used to.”

I still couldn’t move until he commanded, “Buddy, come over and smell my sweaty feet. RIGHT NOW!”

My mind was reeling as I stood up and walked over to the recliner and knelt down facing my uncle’s feet. I leaned in and as my nose got closer to his toes, I could smell the heady scent of foot sweat in cotton socks. I pressed my nose to his toes and inhaled long and deep. His ripe, masculine scent filled my nostrils and made my dick so hard in my jeans it hurt.

I rubbed my face all over his socks, loving the scent that was hypnotizing me. I’d been jerking off over smelly socks for years but now my fantasy of having big pair of funky feet in my face was coming true.

“That’s it, Buddy. Show your uncle how much you love his big, smelly feet.”

“Yes sir.”

“Do they smell nice, Buddy?”

“They sure do, sir,” I mumbled.

He laughed at my response and rubbed his size 12s more forcefully against my face. I started rubbing my hard dick through my pants.

“Go ahead and pull your dick out, Buddy. Uncle Andy knows you need to jerk your little dick over a real man’s feet.”

I had my zipper down and cock out instantly, stroking furiously as my nose explored his feet.

After about 15 minutes of sniffing, I pulled those thick socks off him and stared for a while at his feet. They were so perfect and wide. He was strawberry blond and had a sprinkling of blond hair on his toes. His feet were very white with brownish pink soles and he kept his nails nice and short.

I leaned my face in so I could feel the heat from his feet on my face. With my nose an inch away from his toes, I could smell his strong foot odor and my hard cock started dripping precum. I moved in closer and just buried my face in those big manly feet, savoring my uncle’s smell and never wanting this experience to end. I languidly ran my hand up and down my shaft, coating the whole thing with precum.

“That’s enough sniffing, you little puppy. Time to lick my dirty feet clean.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I started at his right heel and licked up to his toes, kissing my way up. When my mouth reached his toes, I started with the pinky toe and lovingly licked over and between each one. My job was to clean his feet and I planned to be as thorough as possible. When I reached his big toe, I popped it into my mouth and sucked it as deeply as possible. Then I moved onto his left foot, sucking from big toe to pinky and all the toes and crevices in between. When I tasted sock lint from between his toes, I’d pause, swallow and move on.

“Yeah. That’s my favorite nephew. You look so handsome with my big toes in your mouth. Yeah. That’s my big guy. Go ahead. Get into it. Go nuts on Uncle Andy’s stinky feet. Show my you love my big feet.”

Then I heard Uncle Andy’s breathing getting heavier. With a mouth full of toes, I looked up and saw him grab the afghan off the couch and lay it over his lap, covering his feet and me with it. Under this blanket tent, the odor seemed even more potent and I started to work harder, sucking on his big toe; one then the other. My hands massaged his thick feet in time with my sucking. His legs jerked a little during this treatment and I realized was jerking off to my toe sucking. What an honor! As I worshipped those big toes, his legs stretched out and his toes pointed at me. Getting this reaction, I doubled my efforts to please him. Under that blanket, all I could smell was Uncle Andy’s feet as they pressed into my face. The foot I wasn’t sucking rubbed against my face giving me an even stronger whiff of his foot aroma.

“That’s it, Buddy. Your doing sooooo good. Yes, keep sucking those toes, Buddy. Come on, slide your tongue while you slurp. I’m getting close. So close! That’s my boy. Show me how much you love my feet. Get a good whiff, Buddy. Those big smelly feet are all yours!”

With his feet pressed to my face, I thought I’d suffocate under the blanket but I truly loved it. I remember hearing a wet smacking sound getting faster and faster as he furiously beat off to my foot worship. His feet were practically clawing at my face, toes jamming in and out of my lips, encouraging me to suck those toes even harder. All too soon, he gasped and groaned loudly and I knew he was cumming so I thought the game was over for the day.

As Uncle Andy lay panting in his recliner, he hoarsely whispered, “Go ahead and finish yourself off, Buddy.” I knelt there under the blanket, sucking his toes and jerking my cock in long slow strokes. I was close to cumming but really didn’t want this to end.

Finally, he grew bored and yanked the blanket off and tossed it aside and commanded, “Stand up and cum, Buddy! Now’s your chance. Cum all over the feet you’ve been cleaning with that hot little mouth.”

I leapt to my feet, legs shaking, my uncle watching me beat my cock, staring at his sexy feet – it was all too much for my mind to handle. I let out a loud groan and stared down as my cock erupted all over my Uncle Andy’s feet. Blast after blast sprayed over his toes and coated his soles. I was in a daze as I watched Uncle Andy wiggle his toes and arch his feet to completely coat them with my hot cum.

Finally, I snapped out of my daze and, now that I had cum, I was really embarrassed. I let out a little laugh and said, “Umm…thanks, Uncle Andy. Guess I’d better go now.”

Looking straight in my eyes, he calmly said, “You’re going to clean your nasty cum off my feet before you go, Buddy.”

“Oh, wow. Of course, Uncle Andy. I’m sorry. Let me grab a towel from the kitchen.”

“No need for that. Use your mouth.”

My body trembled at the thought of licking my own cum and I just said, “Eeew gross. No way, Uncle Andy.”

“That’s up to you, Buddy. You either clean your cum off my feet with that filthy tongue of yours, or you never, and I mean NEVER, get near these big old feet again.” With that, he simply went back to watching TV and rubbed his feet together, smearing my cum even more.

I paused for a moment and considered what he had just said. All I had to do was lick my own cum and I’d get to taste and smell his feet again in the future…who knew how often. As far as I was concerned, it was a small price to pay for such a privilege.

Obediently, I dropped to my knees and began tonguing my slimy cum off my Uncle’s feet.