Asian Housemate Feet: Part 1
by Dragonboi

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My parents rent out our guest room in our house to students since we live close to the local college.

Three years ago, after the last border moved out, I first met the new border interested in living in our house. His aunt contacted my parents through their work and brought him over. He was a young, Chinese guy named Lee who had just come to this country and could only speak in broken English. Even though he was practically "fresh off the boat," he was still good looking. He was tall, more than six feet tall, and skinny with light skin and short black hair. Being around his age at the time, Lee tried to befriend me and pick up on our family's way of living. Seeing how much he wanted to learn how to act and how much he listened to me, I couldn't help but take advantage of the situation, especially with my love for guys' feet.

Lee lived in the downstairs room, and I lived upstairs. Downstairs had hardwood floors, so he was usually in his shoes while walking around down there. He always wore the same pair of white shell-toed Addidas tennis shoes with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The entire upstairs area was carpeted. I usually would be barefoot upstairs, but we didn't really have a house rule of not wearing shoes upstairs, but to my advantage, Lee did not know this.

The first time Lee came upstairs to chill with me in my room, I welcomed him and glanced down at his shoes and played it off like he would be in trouble for wearing them upstairs. He immediately apologized, bent down to untie them, pulled his shoes off, and pushed them to the side of my room by the door. We sat there making small talk and playing video games in my room, and I couldn't help but sit slightly behind him so I could admire his socked feet without him noticing. While we were playing, I would occasionally see his toes flex in his white socks where you know his big toe was crossing over his second toe. Inside I was in love his feet, but I wanted more.

As he was getting ready to head back to his room, he grabbed the toes of his left foot and pulled them back. "Cramp," he said as he stretched out his long toes as I replied with an "oh" but with an "oh my God" inside my head. He grabbed his shoes in one hand and walked down the stairs. I peered down the stairwell and watched him sit down and put his shoes back on at the bottom of the stairs.

Now I needed to see what his bare feet looked like up close and personal, but how could I do this? And then I had a great idea which I put into play the next day. The wireless router for the whole house was located in my room, and Lee used the internet to do his school work and talk to family back home in China. This would be my chance to get him upstairs again, so I unhooked the cable to the router, sat back on my bed (making sure to be barefoot), turned on the TV, and waited. Just like I had planned, a little while later I hear someone climbing up the stairs and knock on my door. Lee asks if I was having problems connecting to the internet and I tell him I hadn't been online so I didn't know. I open up a browser on my laptop on the nightstand next to me and tell him it's not working. He asks to take a look at the router (since apparently Asians know how to fix internet problems), and I oblige. As he steps foot into my room, I remind him about his shoes. He apologized and quickly pulled them off at the door before walking towards the router. It was located under my television, so he had to kneel down to get to it and check out the wires. In that position, he wasn't able to see me looking at his socked feet. They were also in my favorite position, where one of his soles was stretched out because he was kneeling.

I would have loved to see what his foot looked like in that position without the white sock covering his soles, so I got up from my position and came over to him. I slyly informed him that we don't wear socks upstairs either, as I point down to my bare feet, on account that they might get the carpet dirty. Being very accommodating and apologetic once again, he quickly sat down where he was and started pulling off his socks. I didn't even realize they were long tube socks until he pulled up his pant leg and I saw the red stripes at the top of his sock. He pulled off the first and I became slightly flustered at the sight of such a long, slender, clean foot. The second foot was just as beautiful with his toes being extra long and his toenails being well kept and short.

They were perfect, and I might have just pitched a tent right there. I was excited to say the least. He left his socks by his side and turned back to check out the router. I grabbed his socks, telling him I'd go put them by his shoes, and looked back to see the sole of his long, bare foot stretched under him as he knelt, and the other planted flat by his side. He said "oh, alright" from under the TV stand. At his shoes, I checked inside the tongue to see they were size 12, and as I bent to place the warm socks in his shoes, I took a deep sniff of the toes of the socks while I had my back to Lee. I knew he had been wearing them all day, but they did not small bad. They smelled well worn, but not bad. I jumped back onto my perch on my bed and grabbed a pillow to hide the bulge growing in my shorts.

After some fidgeting around back there, Lee emerged and asked me to check the connection on my laptop again. When he saw it was working again on my computer, he said “thank you,” grabbed his shoes and socks and proceeded downstairs to check his computer. I followed quietly and looked down the stairwell to watch him hide his beautiful feet in his socks and shoes once again. This would not be the last or most innocent idea of mine when it came to Lee’s feet.

I now had a desire to get closer to those wonder, long toes.