My Stepdad's Feet
by MaleFeet1991

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Ever since I could remember, I’ve always been fascinated by male feet.

I haven't a clue why, I’m not gay, and I do not get hard over a naked man, just the feet. Feet are just, well, nice. It wasn't until I turned 14 that I started to get an erection at the sight of male feet, mainly my friends while we were getting ready for football practice. I couldn't help but stare at their feet in amazement. Luckily, nobody ever suspected a thing since I’m a normal guy and a bit of a ladies man.

Anyway, the story begins age the grand old age of 19. My mom had previously separated with my dad when I were younger, and married a man named tom, he was much younger than my mom, and I would say he was good-looking, I'd say without any exaggeration, looked exactly like Sam Worthington. Anyway, he was cool. He took me out places and was a brilliant stepfather, and friend. We had a great relationship and while my mum was away visiting my older brother in college one weekend, I would turn out to have the best weekend ever!

Tom and me were playing GTA San Andréa’s on the ps2, we used to take it in turns, when somebody got busted by the police, or died, and it would be the others turn. We got bored of this game after around an hour so decided to take an evening run like we always did. It was different this to me though, on the way back to the house, tom tripped on the curb and twisted his ankle. Luckily, our house was just around the corner so I helped him to hop back to the house.

I rested him on the bed and ran down stairs to get an ice pack. When I got back he asked me to take off his trainers for him. I went to the end of the bed and took off my step dad’s running shoes, and the smell hit me. I was in heaven. I'd never noticed his foot odor before. It wasn't a horrible smell, but it was enough to make my eyes water.

''You Okay, Son?'' Tom said with a smirk,

''Yeah, I’m fine. You are just a little sweaty that’s all'' I said back and laughed.

''Sorry son, do they smell horrible?'' he replied.

''No, they smell nice…well…I mean..you know..they just don't smell bad'' I replied, nervously.

''haha! I get ya', can you massage my feet? You can earn that $20 I said I'd give you to go to the theatre with your friends, its just that, my feet are killing me.'' he asked.

I didn't reply, I just rolled up his trouser legs, and started rubbing his calves and ankle. He was lying back on the bed and could not see my face, so I slowly bent down and smelt his feet, I could have had an orgasm right there. The smell was absolutely amazing. When I massaged his feet, I did it as light as I could so that he could not hardly feel it.

''Son, you can take my socks off if you like, I can't hardly feel you massaging through the socks?'' he said.

I just replied a simple yes. My Plan had worked. Now, I get to see his feet. He had thick white sports socks on. I grabbed the top of his sock, and slowly pulled it down, over his soft meaty heal, across his medium arch and over his thick toes. I sat back for a moment, admiring his bare feet. I cannot explain how gorgeous they were, they were even better than my friends, who I had been fantasizing about for years before. I love meaty feet and that’s exactly what my step dad’s feet were. They had a slight tan to them, the soles of the feet were a pinkish color and the toes were perfectly trimmed.

I slowly ran my hand across the sole of his foot, they were really soft. I'd never seen my step dad’s feet before because he always had socks or shoes on, so it makes sense how soft they were. I really got into massaging his soft manly feet until after about 5 minutes I heard my stepdad snoring.

For some strange reason, I had an immense urge to taste his foot. I quietly slid my tongue from my lips, and rested my tongue on his big toe; I kept it there for a few minutes before slowly moving it around his toe. I took my tongue back into and sucked every bit of saliva and sweat from my tongue and tasted it. I LOVED IT. I wasted no time in grabbing his whole toe and putting it in my mouth, I sucked and sucked until no more taste was left.

I grabbed his heal and slowly began nibbling on it, then, there was still no response, so I started to bite it, harder and harder. My stepdad suddenly let out a moan, so I pretended to massage again in case he woke up and wondered why I was biting/sucking/licking his feet. Then, it was back to the usual snoring, so I grabbed the other foot, and did the same to that. I was so happy in that moment, me, at my step dad’s tasty feet. I was so into sucking his toes that I almost forgot where I was...Until…

'' Son, what are you doing?''

My stepdad had somehow woken up, and was sat up just staring at me with his toe in my mouth.

''erm..err..I...err'' was all that came from my mouth.

''I wondered if you still liked my feet.''

Wondered if I 'still' liked his feet? What? I just sat there ashamed, looking at him, waiting for him to continue his calm speech, before he obviously goes crazy at me..

''…When you were younger, you used to lie on the floor next to my feet, grab them and try to lick them. I found it funny, thought you would grow out of it. But here you are, 19 years old and sucking my toes!'' he said and then let out a laugh.

''But.'' I was in shock.

''It's okay son, don't worry, your secret is safe with me. It has actually done my aching feet a lot of good by the looks of things. What do you like about my feet anyway?'' he asked.

''Erma, I don’t know. They just look nice.'' I said, more confident than before.

''And taste nice too? Carry on.'' he answered with a smile

I didn't answer back, why would I? My Step-dad is letting me lick his feet. Can my day get even better? I began sucking his toes and biting his feet, taking in the smell and taste like there was no tomorrow. After about 15 minutes, my stepdad stopped me.

He said calmly: ''Son…it's my turn now''....