My Dad's Boss' Feet
by Casper D

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My dad's boss, Mr. Conroy, would be drunk-sleep, so it was easy for me to get at his feet even though I was always scared to death at the time.

Mr. Conroy was forty-one with a well-toned body, hair slightly graying at the temples, big feet and stomach that was rock hard from, apparently, playing racquetball twice a week. And he was handsome too. Not “pretty”, but handsome in a very “guy” kind of way.

He and my dad would talk the day through until Mr. Conroy passed out, and my dad would go to his bedroom to sleep himself. My dad's boss would just be sprawled on the floor of our living room, shoes off, with a blanket thrown over him. I'd actually crawl on the floor like a snake until I reached his socked feet. I used to just sniff them from a distance, but it wasn't long before I realized that Mr. Conroy would pass out from drinking almost EVERY weekend he came our house. It became a routine that didn't change much at all. So I became bold enough to stop sniffing his feet from a slight distance and actually began wedging my nose right into the area beneath his socked toes. I'd sniff like crazy, and my head would spin dizzily all the while.

I'd be leaking precum in my pants as well. My penis would be so hard that it would be dribbling cum while I sniffed my dad's boss' feet. It was something. It reached a point where I would pull his socks off. not right away though. I started by pulling his socks partially off his feet to see if he'd wake up. But eventually I went all the way and would get one sock off. I'd sniff the area beneath his bare toes before sticking out my tongue and licking that same area. The more successful I became at licking his feet, the stronger I began to lick them. I licked his soles and would poke my tongue between his toes.

Once he leaped up really fast and ran to the bathroom and threw up (that's how much he'd been drinking). I beat it out that living room and ran to my bedroom, and he never once realized I'd ever been in that living room licking his feet! And his feet were about a size 11 and meaty with smooth soles! I hated it when Mr. Conroy’s daughter began dating some abusive jerk, because that was the time he stopped visiting our house so much and began focusing on his own family.

I still blame his daughter for the loss of access to his wonderful meaty feet!