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Foot Worship Trilogy: My Socked Foot Encounters – The Early Years
by Allen Jack

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Episode 1 - THE SIDEWALK VENDOR   I was walking down the sidewalk after closing the local gay bar without making any connections with another guy when I came upon a vendor in front of a store front.  He was selling taco's or some other fast food to people leaving the bar when I noticed that he was 1) very cute and well dressed, 2) his work boots were well worn and big, and 3) he was  trying hard to make a buck tonight so I stopped and chatted with him for a while.  He said that business wasn't that good, so I got up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to make ten bucks.  He said how I do that, I said all you have to do is let me get behind you down on the ground and let me smell your socked feet for no more than ten minutes. I told him that I would not be noticed because it was dark and behind the stand.  I also told him that he doesn't have to do a thing.  He hesitated but then said ok.  I then gave him the ten dollars and got behind the stand, then laid down on the ground and slowly removed one of his shoes. The smell was so intense that I began worshiping every square inch. Before I knew it was ten minutes later when he said times up.  I put his shoe back on and went on my way.

 

Episode 2 - FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY  I worked for a restaurant as a fry cook along with a few other employee's. One of the workers was a cocky guy that came from a rich family and only worked during the summer to keep his large weekly allowance coming.  He didn't really do that much work and everyone cut him some slack because it would cause more work to others if he did actually help, so he would always stop behind the employees and wiggle his hips like he was getting ready to fuck us.  Most of the people would push him away, but I would just let him play his games.  I think after a while he started to notice that I wouldn't push him away and for some reasons we became friends even though I at the low end of the income scale.  After work one night he asked me if I wanted to come over and kill some time, which I agreed and we went in his car to his place.  We smoked a couple of joints, and downed a few drinks and started talking about different things. We talked about school, priorities, and other personal things about each other which got on the subject of how long I have been working and how I felt about not having a lot of money. I told him that I hated not having any money and I struggle to pay monthly bills. I also told him that it was even difficult to pay a $20 utility bill, do I work hard and will do any work or task to make a buck.  After a few drinks and a couple more joints I was beginning to let me guard down when he said that he had an idea that I can make money from and if I was interested. Without hesitation I told him I would do anything possible to make a buck which he smiled and said ok.

 

He told me that I can make $20 bucks for ten minutes work, indicating that it's about $120 an hour and if I want the money. I said yes before even asking what the job was, when he said all you have to do is take off my shoes and smell my feet for ten minutes.  No strings attached and no one will know. I thought about it for a minute knowing secretly that I have a foot fetish before letting him think that I was hesitant about doing it. I said that I didn't know about smelling his feet, but I guess I could handle the smell. 

He gave me the twenty and I got down on the ground to take off his shoes that he worked in all night long and he lifted his left foot and planted it on my face right over my nose.  I took a sniff and I fell in love with his feet.  He then put his other foot on my face and forced me down to the ground and rubbed his feet all over my face. He said to me, "See that isn't so bad once you get past the initial smell and it would be an easy twenty bucks." I said that it wasn't bad and could get use to the smell.  After ten minutes he removed his feet and I got off the floor and sat on the couch next to him.  He then asked me if I wanted to make $100 bucks which he stated would be $1200 an hour.  He said that $100 is more than a day’s pay at the rate of $8 an hour and I thought about it and said ok, what I have to do.  He stood up, turned towards me to the point that his crotch was directly in front of me inches away. I couldn't help but look directly at his crotch when he started to unbuckle his pants. I said to him what he had in mind and he told me that all I had to do is place my hand on his cock and just hold it for ten minutes. 

I asked if that was all he said that it was.  The money would come in handy, but then the thought of me actually doing something like that to him would make me feel like a peasant or low life to him, but agreed.  He gave me the hundred and pulled his cock out.  I held out my hand and grabbed his semi erected cock.  While I was holding it, he began to move it back and forth in my hand to get an erection.  I didn't even realize how much I was staring at his cock until he said, You are beginning to enjoy this aren't you, then he took my head and push it down to his crotch and told me to smell.  At this point I couldn't resist his gesture and got down on my knees to sniff his crotch. Before I knew it, I had his cock in my mouth sucking as hard as I can.  I sucked it until he cummed in my mouth and kept my mouth closed until I swallowed every bit.  He then released me and said that I did a good job and would pay me money for future sessions. He said that I would begin to enjoy the taste and smell after a while.    I got up off the floor, sat on the couch, and be watched some television all the while thinking about how I enjoyed servicing him.  He thought that he was in charge and made me submit to him, but I was the one that actually manipulated him into allowing me to service him. I was the one that said that I didn't have much money and would do anything for a buck.

Episode 3 - HOME SWEET HOME   I was living in a homeless shelter and became friends with a younger guy that was always in a good mood. We would be talking when he would swing his arm around as if to slap me upside the face in the hopes of getting me to swing back.  When I did he would always try to grab my hand, but I never gave him the chance.  I was hoping that someday I would let him grab my hand and see if he would pull be down on the floor in front of him or something of a controlling nature. When I finally got a job and was just about ready to get my own place, he asked if I needed a roommate which I quickly agreed because he just landed a job himself.  We got along pretty good after going out to the clubs on a regular basis and spent a lot talking. I found a two bedroom place, paid the deposit and we moved in a week later. The shelter provided us with furniture and we began to settle in our new place. He was still as feisty as always and still tried to get me to swing back at him.  One night after dinner he began to get rowdy and started swinging his arm towards me but this time he gently swatted the side of my head. It didn't even hurt, but I decided to go all out and took my hand and swung it towards him. This time I didn't pull back fast enough when he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.  I tried to pull back, but he twisted my arm until I began to get pulled towards him.  As he turned my whole arm, my body turned until I fell to the floor on my back directly between his legs.  He turned around to face me while placing his feet on both sides of my chest. 

I was faced up looking directly at his crotch unable to move from having my arms twisted.  He asked me to say uncle which I said no. He then place one foot on my chest and applied pressure when he said that he could do this all night and it would only get worse and all I had to say was uncle.  After a few more attempts to put more pressure on my chest, I said uncle and he released his feet off my chest.  He went over to sit down and nothing else became of it.  Another week went by and one time he was taking a shower when I forgot to put towels in the bathroom. He yelled out that there were no towels and if I would bring him one. I brought them in and handed him one and noticed his cock hanging down.  It looked pretty good size especially after coming out of the shower.  Later on that night we went out drinking and came home drunk around 2 am and sat down on the sofa.  We started talking about who was the better person him or me. I told him I had a better job, and he said that he had a better commute, and we both took turns bragging about who was better. I told him that I was a smarter person because I was older; he said that he had a better body because he was younger. I told him that I had bigger feet which implies that I have a bigger cock, which he said that the size of your feet and the length of your cock have nothing in common. I said it does and I bet that I have a bigger one than you, because I've seen yours when I brought the towel.  He said ok, I'll take that bet and we stood up, unzipped our pants and pulled out our cocks. 

I took the ruler and it measured about six inches, then he took the ruler and it measured about seven inches, so he said. I told him that it didn't measure that big and I didn't believe him, that's when he said, ok smarty, come on down to measure it.  I got down to take the ruler and measured his cock and it was about 6.4 inches, which he then said, ha you lost the bet.  I told him that it didn't matter because we didn't make a bet for money, but he said a bet is a bet and you lost so I get to make the terms of the bet. I said that was full of shit and that there was no way I would do what he wanted. He said that all i have to do is be his slave for the weekend and do what he said. I told him that I wasn't doing anything for him. He said that all I had to do was do the dishes, cook dinner, clean, etc, basic household chores. I thought about it and said fine, I will cook your dinner and whatever.  He said, well your mine for the weekend.  He ordered me to get him another drink and we both sat on the couch for a few hours until I fell asleep.  After a little while I woke up with his feet planted on my lap and him watching a movie.  What are you doing and started to remove his feet when he kicked me in the stomach and said that my feet are to be left on his lap. I was still half asleep and didn't say anything when he told me to take off his shoes.  I took off his shoes and started to get a good smell of his socked feet.  We continued to watch TV when he started rubbing his feet together, then proceeded to place one foot on the back of the sofa next to my face.  I didn't say anything even when he started tapping his foot on the side of my head. I pretended not to be interested when he placed his foot on the face and said doesn't that smell good.  I backed up but he was able to keep his foot planted directly on my face and said smell. I took a big sniff and he then took his other foot and did the same thing.  He said that he thinks that I should be his foot slave for the weekend and I couldn't protest from the scent of his feet.  I just sniffed and sniffed as he rubbed his socked feet all over my face.  I laid there with his socked feet in my face until I fell asleep.  I was really drunk by that time and didn't realize what was going on, until I woke up just around sunrise.

To my surprise I woke up in his bed, completely under the covers, and lying on the bed beside his semi erected dick right in front of me.  He woke up and asked if I was ready to repeat what I did last night. I told him what happened and he said that he would show me. He then told me to open my mouth while he inserted his cock into my mouth.  This is what you did for me last night and stated that you would be my sex slave all weekend on. He pushed my head into his crotch and started moving his hard cocks back and forth in my mouth.  I didn't know what to do but just do what he wanted. 

This was just the beginning of a long weekend of servicing my roommate.