My Air Force Buddy
by Jake N.

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My name is Jake, and I am an average guy with an above average sexual appetite.

I’m 24, 6’1”, brown hair and eyes to match, Latino and I weigh about 186 pounds. I really do not fit the mold of a “typical” gay man, except for my unquenchable thirst for men. Further, my thirst for a particular male appendage. Okay, there are a few that I must admit make me weak in the knees, but I can’t get enough of men’s feet.

That felt a bit like an AA meeting intro. Now that introductions are behind us, let me tell you about my friend Joey. He just turned 23 in June, he is about 5’10” with buzzed dirty blonde hair, and grayish green eyes. He weighs in at 160 pounds and is nicely toned from all of that PT that I have thanked the Air Force for every day since we met. He is a walking wet dream in my eyes. The best thing about Joey though is his size 11 feet. His smooth, high arched, ticklish size 11 feet. Beautiful toes, nicely trimmed nails. Almost as though he gets pedicures, but he is not that kind of guy. Joey is straight. He is a good Christian boy and he feels guilty even looking at a girl; which I find terribly adorable.

We met three years ago while he was stationed here in New Mexico at Kirtland AFB. I was in between jobs and needed something to do until the end of the semester, so I took up a job at a local video store. Fortunately for me, he was a bit of a loner and was always renting movies. One day we started talking while I was working and we became instant friends. About eight months ago he decided not to Re-up (reenlist) and headed back home to Oregon, where he promptly joined the Air Force Reserves. Apparently this isn’t doing it for him, so he is looking at getting out and finding a job with the Rio Rancho PD or the US Border Patrol; which he is more than qualified for, having spent the past five years doing Air Force Security Forces. About a month ago I received a call from him and he asked if he could stay with me for a few weeks while he looked for jobs here and in Las Cruces. Getting harder as each word slipped through his beautiful lips over the phone, I said, “of course!”, with perhaps too much zeal.

A week later he was rolling through Moab, Utah, on his way to Farmington, New Mexico and finally four hours after crossing the state line he pulled into my driveway in Albuquerque. There were laughs and surprisingly hugs as I came down the drive to greet him. I immediately wanted to get to his feet, so I said, “You must be exhausted after your drive.”. No such luck, he wanted to surprise our friends the Fahey’s. So we stayed out until about two in the morning playing “Air Force Spades” and chatting about the past eight months. That night when we got back to my place I was out the second my head hit the pillow and my eyes didn’t open again until the alarm went off at 0745. So no chance of taking advantage of his sleeping feet. The next week and a half were hit and miss, and I had not even had a chance to see his feet out of his cross trainers this whole trip. Finally, on the second Friday of his trip he decided he wanted us to stay in and rent some movies, eat some pizza and drink a bit.

Now it has to be said that this boy loves his Jack and Cokes, but after two he is through and he usually drinks about five before passing out. I knew that I would get my chance, tonight was the night. After three years of lusting after this gorgeous guy with a dimpled smile and a swimmers build, I was going to get what might be my only chance at worshipping those feet. He sat on the couch and I was in the arm chair. I propped my feet up on the ottoman and kicked my Etnies off, hoping he would follow suit. Unfortunately, he did not. Pretty soon the first movies was over, so I put a new one in the DVD player (Hitman, great flick), and grabbed the remote that was next to Joey’s arm. I noticed his eyes were getting heavy and every once in a while I would look over and he would nod off. About ten minutes into the movie his breathing changed and I knew he was getting ready to pass out.

Next thing I knew my body was in motion and I didn’t remember telling it to do anything. I turned off the movie and the TV. Set the remote down and walked over to where he was half sitting up at the end of the couch. I reached out towards his shoulder and shook it telling him it was time to go to bed. He grumbled a bit and began to shift. I was very solicitous in helping him. I directed where and how he laid on the couch, ensuring his feet would be up and slightly dangling over the arm. I brought him a pillow from my bedroom and handed it to him, partly knowing he could barely even raise up to slide it under his head. Then I went to work on his shoes. He began to stop me and said it was fine and I quickly insisted he could not sleep with his shoes on my couch. He just dropped his head to the pillow and went along with my rouse. By this point I was down on my haunches hovering just above his battered and abused Nike cross trainers. I began to unlace his shoes and peeled them off, remarking to him on how rank his feet were. He just smiled and told me, “That’s what you get.”. After his shoes were off, only his dirty, white cotton socks stood between me and my objective. I noticed the hole in his sock which was right between his second and third toe of his left foot. I immediately poked at it asking what it was and he arch his foot. Knowing he was ticklish I kept it up for a few more pokes asking him why he would wear such disgusting old socks. As I started to remove them he asked, “What, I can’t wear socks on your couch either.”, but I had already loosened them enough that they would not give me any trouble coming off after he fell asleep. So I left them on.

I went to my room to lay in wait, biding my time like a sadistic beast of prey. After maybe 15 minutes I was out like a light, not realizing how many screwdrivers I had consumed. This is exactly what I did NOT want to happen. Fortunately, my craving overcame my body’s desire to pass out and I was back again with an hour. I slowly got out of bed and headed in the pitch black to the living room where, from the hall I could already hear his heavy breathing. I rounded the corner and could make out that one foot was still dangling over the arm of the couch. I moved slowly towards his foot, keeping it in my line of sight as I moved across the room. After what seemed like an eternity I was on the floor with my face maybe a foot from his foot. My breathing had become heavy at this point to match his own, but mine was from the thrill of the thing I was doing. What would he say if he suddenly woke up with my face pressed against his foot? What would he think if he came too just as I shoved his big toe in my mouth? I became hesitant, wondering if our friendship was worth a few minutes of pure ecstasy. Only a person with a foot fetish will understand this cross I was bearing.

I slowly inched my face towards his arch. Stopping after every inch to ensure his breathing pattern had not changed. Finally my nose was only a centimeter or two from the prize. I began to take in deep breaths moving up his arch past the ball of his foot to the crevice between his big and second toe. Just the air moving in and out through his toes was enough to make them twitch in their sock. I became emboldened, his breathing had not changed and I knew he was out like a light. I moved my hand up the leg of his jeans and found the top of the already loose sock and without reservation slowly tugged it to the heel; which is always the hardest part to get past. Next I pulled it from the toe and let gravity go to work removing his foot from the sock for me. Once it was off I went back to smelling his now bare foot. I put my mouth directly in front of his big and second toe and I reached my tongue out and made contact with his salty skin. It had been a while, but that is not a taste you will forget. I gently pushed forward so that the entire void between those two toes was filled with my tongue. I began to lightly swirl my tongue and his foot jerked. By this point I had decided that he wasn’t going to wake up for anything and as this might be my only chance, I had to take it.

I wrapped my hand around his ankle and I began to lick. I drew my tongue up and down the length of his foot. I could feel the veins and muscles flex as he pulled against my grip but I wasn’t going to let go. I found my way back to his toes and I licked in between each one, enjoying the feeling of his wiggling toes against my warm wet tongue. I kept my attentions on that one foot for what must have been an hour. I opened my mouth just wide enough to receive his heel and sucked on it. I pulled his last two toes into my mouth next and moved my tongue around and in between them for about five minutes. I was in heaven and there was nothing that could bring me down from that natural high. Finally I sucked his big toe into my mouth and began to nibble on it. This seemed to get the second best reaction out of him. The best reaction being when I would snake my tongue in and out of his toes slowly.

There is something I love about tickling a guy’s feet with my tongue. Fingers and toothbrushes are great, but when my tongue does the trick it suddenly increases the level of excitement ten fold. So I shoved three toes into my mouth and I began to suck like I was going down on a porn star. I drew my free hand up to his arch, still using my right hand to hold his foot at the ankle, and I tickled his arch for the next two or three minutes. The feeling of his toes, slippery and wet in my mouth, splaying and him trying to pull his ankle free was all that I could take. I could feel my tight boxer brief filling with pre-cum. I finally let him go and went to the bathroom and shot ropes of cum in the sink after pulling my dick only a few times. It was possibly the best orgasm I have ever had without fucking somebody. It was one of those orgasms you feel in your tummy and it makes your entire body shudder.

That afternoon when I woke up I walked into the living room with him already awake with his socked foot on the ground and his bare foot up on the couch. He commented that he must have had a rough sleep because he had kicked his sock off during the night.

I just looked at him and told him he was an odd one.