Dan & Noey
by Brian Charles

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Thank god for Claire. She brought home to my living room numerous passed out guys with their bare feet just waiting to be serviced.

Although they didn’t know it, expect one. Clair was married to Dan, Asian American 29 years old, about 5'9, slender build and beautiful soft size 8 feet. He was the only one to find out about my fetish. Claire and Dan were family friends so naturally I knew them my whole life. I always fantasized about his feet. Every time we went over to their house he was either wearing big thick white socks or he was barefoot. A couple of months after I turned 16, my sister and I stayed the night at Claire's house. We always hung out with her two daughters, anyway everyone was asleep, David was out with the guys, and Claire was working late. He got home around one in the morning and I was upstairs watching TV.

I heard him enter the house and go into his office. About ten minutes later I heard him leave the house. I looked out the window and saw him walking around the driveway, talking on the phone, in his socks. I was so excited and anxious that I finally had an opportunity. He came inside and went upstairs to the game room where I was sitting at the couch. We had little small talk and he was lying down on the floor. I asked him if he was tired and he replied, "Yea I’m pretty sore" I took advantage and asked him if he would like a foot massage. He said sure and so I crawled down to the floor.

He was laying on his stomach and I lifted his socked feet into my lap. He was wearing the same thin black dress socks I saw him wearing the day before. They were a little worn and had little peices of leaves stuck to them from outside. I could feel the heat and smell that sweet aroma emitting from his feet. God, I just wanted to bury my face in his feet. I began kneading my knuckles up and down his soles. He moaned in pleasure and also in pain. Wow, he must have really been sore. His toes were long and narrow; the tops of his feet were slightly veiny with a little patch of light hairs on the top. His toenails were perfectly trimmed and just plain sexy. I massaged his feet sneaking sniffs every now and then for about 30 minutes. I wanted to taste them so bad, but I was afraid. He then told me that he feel better now and thanks for the massage.

DAMN! It was over.

I went back to the couch and he stayed on the floor. I went back to the couch extremely disappointed with a massive hard on in my pants. After 5 minutes of agony staring at his bare toes wiggling down on the floor teasing me, I told him "ill do your back now." he didn’t object, he really was that tired and sore. I started to massage his back and then I went back to his feet. I just went for it: I told him "this may feel a little weird, but just go with it." and after that short statement I stuck his toes in my mouth. I stared at the back of his head (he was still on his stomach) waiting for him to kick me in the face or something.

But nothing happened.

I started at the pinky toe and worked my up, sliding my tongue in-between each toe picking up all the lint and sucking out the sweat. I took both his feet and just started grinding my face into his soles, rubbing my nose all up in-between his toes, just taking in the sweat. I was in heaven. After about an hour of this he slowly began to fall asleep. We suddenly heard the keys jingle downstairs; ah fuck Claire was home, unfortunately. Dan got up, turned to me and said, "thank you, you did a good job." I just nodded, for some reason I felt embarrassed. Thankfully he left his socks and later that night I jacked off to them with the worship session still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t bring myself to do it while his feet where in my face. He left for work the next day before I woke up and I didn’t get the chance to see him for a couple of days.

The next I did see him was at a little small get together, he just gave me a firm handshake and acted like nothing happened between us. I have no idea how he felt about me sucking on his toes, to this day I wonder. Unfortunately I never got the chance to find out. Dan and Claire were going through a rough time in their marriage and they eventfully did get a divorce. Over the next year Claire had various boyfriends, some she introduced to the family. The first guy we met was Noey. He was 6'2, about 32 years old. He was Hispanic with a slight accent and he had that slim muscular build. He had a finely chiseled face and I just knew he feet would be flawless.

He gave off that tough guy attitude, but it turned out he was actually very shy. I found that so sexy and I wanted his feet so badly. When he came into the house he took off his loafers and went and sat on the couch. I took a peek inside his shoe: size 12. YES! I knew id get lucky again. My parents including Claire and Noey got drunk as usually whenever Claire and my parents got together. My luck was getting better because they decided to stay at the house and just sleep on the living room floor. When everyone was once again safely snoring in their bed I slowly walked down the hall toward the living room. I got on my stomach and inched toward the lump I knew was his feet. My heart was drumming in my chest so loudly I was afraid they would hear it and catch me. I pulled the blanket up over his feet and just stared at the large foot clad in a tight black sock. I put my nose up to his foot and slowly inhaled.

I was beginning to drool at this point and it was getting very uncomfortable lying on my stomach as my throbbing dick was just aching to let loose. I’m more into the bare feet and I after a few minutes I pulled off the sock. His feet were PERFECT. His soles were a little rough around the edges but they were very smooth and he had those long yet thick, meaty toes. I wrapped my tongue around his big toe, and I felt them twitch in my mouth. I backed off quickly and hid behind the couch. He didn’t wake up though. I went back and sucked each toe long and hard, every now and then his toes would jerk in my mouth. I rubbed my face up and down the side of his feet allowing my tongue to explore his wide meaty feet.

After about twenty minutes of this he woke up! I quickly got up and went to my room. I didn’t want to risk getting caught so I gave up on the thought of going back and I went to sleep. The next morning I got a second chance at his feet and this time around he was sleeping again, but that’s another story... I know that Noey knows that someone was working on his feet, and I knew he suspected me, but we never acknowledged it. Every time we went to his house he would always put his feet near me or expose his soles in my line of vision. They had a pool in the backyard and he we were on opposite sides of the pool. He had both his feet floating up above the water flashing in my direction. His feet looked so good wet and all this pool fantasy came pouring into my mind. I almost blew a load right then and they’re.... Man he had no idea what that did to me. I would always go into the restroom and masturbate fantasizing more about his feet. Claire and Noey didn’t last though. They broke up and got back together, broke up again and then got back together. It was an annoying cycle and I rarely got to see him.

The bright side was that in between those break ups Claire had little flings with other men and they all ended up drunk in my living room …