by Billy Hart
Size 12, long but plump toes, the silkiest, softest soles wider than my entire face! Dads feet were fucking amazing and I am completely besotted with them!
Dad rarely has his bare feet on show, its always shoes, socks or slippers around the house. They smell so fucking good, I mean the insoles only have a slight fraction of what his actual feet smell like, but that tiny remaining scent gets me through it… this obsession of mine, my obsession with my father’s feet, I mean my Fathers SEXY feet.
When the lucky day comes and his big bare feet are exposed, probably napping on the sofa, I won’t hesitate nor waste such a prime opportunity to pounce! Like a feral animal, reduced to a primal state from the very sight of Dads bare feet. The aroma will be adrenaline inducing, the instinct of a foot fetish boy kicks in and the compulsion to devour his vulnerable feet will take over.
I waste not a second of time as I throw my body to all fours like a pet, my face perfectly parallel to dad’s smelly feet, yes they smell today but why so bad? Before I’ve finished the thought I realise my face is completely covered by the sole of dads foot, unconsciously pressing further into his ripe feet, all I do is take the largest breaths, each one filling my lungs with the sweetest foot stink.
Out the corner of my eye I see Dads well used and thoroughly worn running trainers on the floor, my cock twitches, I am breathing in dads smelly running feet! My eyes dart, scanning the surrounding area of his trainers, face fixed in the sole of his foot, buried, but I see no socks. I AM SNIFFING DAD’S SMELLY SOCKLESS RUNNING FEET! My eyes rolled up into my head, my mind freezes in the moment that I want to live in forever, I take in the smell of his soles that are soaked in sweat as no socks were worn to soak it up, I soak it up, my cock pulsates and I let out a groan, almost painful sounding but it’s not, its pure pleasure, I’ve reached nirvana and expelled the largest amount of cum I think I ever have!
I just came from smelling Dad’s sweaty bare feet and I was not even touching myself! You see now, you see how powerful Dad’s feet are, you see how they turn me into a foot pet! I leave the doorway, hand soaked in cum in my shorts, watching dad sleep in his socks and slippers, excited for the day I get to smell his bare feet for real.
