by UnderneathU
My brother Pete and I are only about a year apart, and we have a lot of the same friends.
Every Saturday, we get together and play some video games and watch a movie. One night, I was hanging around with our buddies Wayne and Joe while we were waiting for Pete to get back with our other friend Matt. Wayne was sitting on the couch, I was lying on the floor on my stomach, and Joe was sitting cross-legged near me. Joe had taken off his sandals, and I had a great view of his bare foot.
Now, I’ve had a foot fetish for a long time. Even back when we were kids, whenever we’d have a sleepover, I’d wait until my friends were asleep to get a chance to sneak up and sniff their toes. And Joe… I had the biggest crush on him. So seeing his toes that evening, poking out from under his knee not too far from my head, was something I just couldn’t ignore.
I glanced back at Wayne on the couch, and saw that he was completely engrossed in the game he was playing. I looked up at Joe, and saw that he too wasn’t paying attention to anything else. So I stretched forward a little, got my nose right up near Joe’s foot, and took a sniff.
And of course, that’s when Pete and Matt walked in.
“Whoa, Mike, what are you doing?”
I was startled, and rolled over to face him. “What are you talking about?”
“Dude, were you just smelling Joe’s feet?”
“What? God, no! I was just lying here watching them play Call of Duty!”
“Nah, you’re right, Pete,“ Wayne jumped in, “he totally was.”
“Oh come on, I’ve been just lying down here this whole time and you know it.”
“I think we’re going to need to talk about this,” Matt said.
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Not you,” Pete said with a grin, “Joe, Wayne, come over here.”
The four of them huddled together and started whispering. I sat up, getting worried.”
“Seriously, guys, what’s there to talk about?”
“Quiet, you,” Joe said, looking back and smirking.
After a few moments, they turned around. Wayne and Matt went over to the couch, and Joe headed over to the kitchen.
“Ok,” Pete said, “We’ve come to a decision. You see, there’s something I’ve always wanted to know, and we figured you can help us come to an answer…”
I was really confused. “Ok…?”
“Yeah,” Pete replied, his smile getting bigger, “I’ve always wanted to know who of us has the best smelling feet, and you’re going to be the judge.”
That’s when I noticed that Wayne and Matt were taking off their shoes and socks, huge smiles on their faces. And Joe was coming back in with a few chairs. I suddenly felt aroused, but I couldn’t let it show.
“What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that?”
“Simple,” said Wayne from the couch, “you’re going to smell all of our feet and tell us whose feet are the best, or we’re going to tell everybody about how you were smelling Joe’s foot earlier.”
“Oh, come on! I wasn’t smelling Joe’s foot!”
“Do you really think that’s going to matter if we all say you did?” asked Joe, setting up the chairs in front of the couch.
“But…”
“It’s that simple, bro,” Pete said, sliding off his flip-flops, “you lie down there in the middle of those chairs, you take turns getting to know each of our feet really well to give us an answer, and we let this all go; nobody says anything else about it. You don’t, and everybody hears.”
I sighed, worried because I didn’t want the word of my foot fetish to spread, and also relieved that I was wearing baggy shorts that hid my raging hard on.
“God, this is gross…”
“I could call Mom and Dad right now?”
“Ok, fine. If I do this, you all promise not to say anything?”
“Yep.” “Yep.” “Got it.” “Promise.”
I let out another big sigh, “All right.”
I went and lied down with the couch at the top of my head, two chairs on either side, and one straddling my chest. Pete sat down on the couch, Matt and Wayne took the sides, and Joe sat in front.
“Ok,” Pete said, “let’s hold him in place so he doesn’t change his mind.”
Next thing I knew, Pete, Wayne, and Matt had their feet on the sides of my head, while Joe had his planted firmly on my chest. All four of them, looking down on me with ravenous grins.
“So what do you guys think?” Wayne asked, “Two minutes with each of us enough for him to make a decision?”
“Sounds like a good start,” said Matt.
“Pete, why don’t you go first?” said Joe.
“Got it.” And with that, Pete’s feet came up and then descended onto my face. “Breathe deep, big brother,” he said, as they all laughed.
His feet had a sweet smell to them, and I gagged a bit.
“Oh yeah, I was running a bit earlier today, so they might be a bit sweaty.”
I lied there, face covered by my brother’s feet and my ears filled with their giggling laughter. My cock was rock hard.
After what seemed like too short of a time, Pete put his feet back. “How was that?”
“Ugh, awful.”
“It’s only just starting,” Matt laughed. “My turn!”
Matt moved his feet up and onto my face. His feet didn’t have much of a scent to them, just a hint of sourness. “Go on, take it in,” he said, rubbing his feet over my nose.
And then he was done. I took a deep breath of fresh air as Joe said, “Now you can really get in close,” and pressed his feet down upon me.
Joe’s feet were a wonderful musk. It was so much better having them pressed tightly upon me than the quick sniffs I had been able to get in the past. I still struggled a bit so they wouldn’t think I was enjoying it, but my erection was now throbbing.
That’s when Joe’s toe slipped into my mouth.
“Dude, what’s that?” asked Wayne.
“Just helping to give him a little incentive to vote for me,” replied Joe.
“That’s cheating!” said Matt.
“Hey, just because you didn’t think of it…”
And they all laughed, as Joe’s toe continued to probe into my mouth while his other foot dominated my nose.
Then Joe removed his feet, and I gasped, just before Wayne brought his feet down onto my face, hard. Wayne vigorously rubbed his feet over me, not as gently as Matt had. I started to worry that I’d end up all bruised. His feet were musky, like Joe’s, but I couldn’t enjoy them over the beating I was getting. Mercifully, the two minutes were up quickly.
“All right,” said Joe, “Are you ready to make your decision?”
“Hold up,” interrupted Matt, “I think we should give him a chance to do a side by side comparison.”
“Good idea,” said Pete. “Joe, you and I will go first.”
“Wait!” I exclaimed, as both my brother and my friend each put a foot down on my face. It was almost too much to bear. I was leaking precum, and praying it wouldn’t show when we were done.
“Well,” Pete said, “who’s foot smells better, mine or Joe’s?”
“Ugh,” I struggled to reply, my response muffled by Joe’s heel over my mouth, “I guess… I guess Joe.”
“Ha! Knew it!” Joe called out triumphantly.
“Gee, what a surprise,” Pete groaned.
“Now for me and Wayne,” Matt shouted, as Pete and Joe removed their feet and Matt and Wayne took their places.
Free from the abuse, Wayne’s foot was wonderful, but I still yelled out “Wayne,” quickly, to give the impression that I wanted this all to be over.
“Suck it, Matt!”
“Oh, man!”
“Time for the finals,” said Pete with a big grin. “Wayne, Joe, go for it.”
Matt removed his foot for Joe to get in. I was in heaven, but I needed to play my part.
“Joe! It’s Joe! Joe! Can we stop please?”
“I don’t know,” said Matt, “that was kind of fast. I think you need a bit more time.”
“Hey, he made his choice! I win!” cried Joe.
And before I knew it, my face was free of feet.
“I guess that settles it,” said Pete. “We have our answer, and nobody needs to hear about any of this. But I think Mike deserves a little reward for being such a good sport.” With that, a devilish smile appeared on all of their faces. “For being a great judge, you’ll get to spend the whole movie under your favorite pair of feet. And before you say anything, if you don’t appreciate this generous reward, we can still tell everyone about what happened here tonight.”
All four of them got up. Wayne brought the chairs back to the kitchen, before coming back to sit on the floor, while Pete and Matt took seats on either side of the couch and Joe positioned himself in the middle, right above me.
“That reminds me,” said Wayne, “what movie did you guys bring?”
And as Joe’s feet moved back onto my face, I heard the response.
“Return of the King… the extended cut.”
