by Milo Brennan
I stand in front of the dormitory, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.
It’s not that I’m not flattered my professor thinks so highly of me, a college freshman, and trusts me enough to be a tutor to upperclassmen; it’s just intimidating. I haven’t met Keegan yet. We only talked over text long enough for us to set up a date, time, directions to his dorm, and an idea on what assignments he needed to make up. The answers to all of those questions were; Saturday, 12:00 during the day, on the other side of campus from my dorm, and everything.
I feel nervous for whatever reason, my long ponytail is draped over my shoulder so I can run my fingers through it; a nervous tic. It’s a warm early-Autumn day, and I’m wearing a t-shirt under my sky-blue hoodie, cargo pants, and black sneakers. I have no idea what sort of place I’m going into, and I hope it isn’t a total frat house. I go up the steps onto the porch, and notice someone sitting there. He’s on his phone and vaping, and he stands when he sees me.
‘Hey, you’re Eli, right?’ He asks.
This must be Keegan. Man, he is tall! I’m not short, about average height, but he has to be a full two feet taller than me. He is tall, thin and fit, and incredibly handsome. He has beautiful brown skin, springy hair that is shaved on the sides and long on top, giving him a sort of broccoli-like profile. His dark-brown hair is dyed blond on the tips, and he has a movie star-quality face with high cheekbones and big eyes you could lovingly fall into. He’s wearing a hoodie with the college’s football team on it, basketball shorts, and best of all, slide sandals showing off his long and narrow feet.
I’m open about my sexuality, and have been ever since I first realized I was gay way back in middle school. I especially like feet, and Keegan’s were the right kind to make me go crazy. I immediately feel myself becoming aroused, and I’m sure I’m blushing while looking at him.
I realize that I’ve been staring at him in silence, and quickly try to fix the fact that I’m ogling over his handsomeness. ‘Y-yeah. I’m Eli, nice to meet you!’
He flashes me a smile, and I feel my knees go weak. He has one of the most beautiful smiles that I’ve ever seen!
‘Same, dude. Come on, let’s get started.’ He leads me into the dorm. He holds the door for me, and I walk by him, getting a whiff of his scent. He must’ve just barely showered, and smells of Old Spice and nicotine.
We walk in, and he leads me through a large entrance hall and living room, up stairs, and into a bedroom at the end of a hall that features six other rooms like it. No one is either awake or there, and we walk into his room.
His room smells like him, and is significantly bigger than my closet of a dorm room. There is a twin-sized bed pressed against the middle wall opposite the door, a desk with a laptop and a table with a flatscreen TV. There is a completely filled laundry bag that I’m sure he just barely filled with clothes that would normally be at rest on his floor. By the door, completely ordered and organized, is a vast collection of shoes. Most of them are sneakers and sports shoes, one pair of football cleats, and a pair of Timberland boots. I stop for a moment to take them all in, and I desperately want to spend some alone time with that collection.
This tutoring thing is going to be rough.
Keegan gestures to the desk, and I take a seat. He flops onto his bed, somehow kicking off his sandals in the same graceful motion. There he lays, stretched out on his bed, head resting on his pillow, his large, beautiful feet right next to me. I know he can’t be aware of just how much he is taunting me, how desperate he is making me in wanting to touch and pleasure myself to his feet. With them this close to me, I’m able to get a better look at them, both top and bottom. His skin color lightened almost immediately on the sides of his feet, going from a gorgeous brown to a creamy tan on the soles. His nails are neatly trimmed and clean, with long finger-like toes. This really is going to be total torture!
‘So, English,’ he says. ‘Look, I’m just here for football. I don’t care about academics and things like that. What’ll it take to get you to just do the work for me, and sign-off saying that I did everything myself?’
I’m surprised that he’s trying to unload all of the work on me. I expected this. But I also didn’t expect how attractive he was going to be.
‘Well,’ I respond. ‘What can I ask for?’
‘I can pay you. I know you aren’t getting paid shit for this. Or, I take it that you’re gay?’
The bluntness of the question takes me aback, but then I remember that I’m wearing my pride pin on my jacket. ‘I am.’
‘Cool. I mean, I don’t have any problems with gays. There are a couple guys on the football team who are gay, and I’m best friends with them.’
I knew this already, since some of them came to the pride meetings on campus. ‘What are you saying?’ I ask.
‘Well, if you wanted to, I could probably ask them for you if you want to sleep with them.’
‘That seems sort of… scummy.’
‘Well, I’m just saying, there is sort of no limit to what I am willing to go to to get through this class. Football means a lot to me, and I need to pass my classes to keep on the team. So, name your price, and I’ll pay it.’
I do mental gymnastics to figure out what to do. On one hand, he is desperate, hot, and just said that I could name anything I wanted as payment. On the other, I’m moral, but also highly attracted to him. I can feel myself blushing and my cheeks getting hotter at the thought that I’m seriously going to ask him what I am about to.
‘Can, can I touch your feet?’ I ask. There is silence as he looks at me for a few seconds with those beautiful deep-brown eyes. Finally, there’s a sly smile that makes me melt.
‘Touch my feet? Sure, go ahead. Just don’t tickle me. I’m pretty ticklish.’ He adjusts himself on the bed, giving me room to sit on the end of it. My heart is pounding so hard, I swear I must be shaking. I sit at the end of his bed; he has been holding his legs up so when I get comfortable and stop moving, his feet immediately drop down onto my lap. There they are. Large, beautiful, and inviting. I look at them for a little bit, marveling at how nice they are. They have to be a size 14 or more.
‘Going to start touching them, or are you going to just keep ogling?’ He asks. It snaps me from my revere, and I begin to touch his feet. The moment I feel them, I instantly become erect; possibly one of the most potent ones I’ve ever experienced. I begin by massaging the tight skin of his heels, and right away, he groans and relaxes even further onto his bed.
‘Fuck! That feels awesome! My feet always hurt from playing football, so a massage is just what I need.’ I rub up his long, narrow sole, pressing the tips of my fingers into the creamy flesh, eliciting more groans and moans of joy from him. I get to his long toes, and he automatically spreads them for my fingers to dip in between them. When I do, I feel how warm those little gaps between his toes are. I thread my fingers between them and rub, massage.
I’m so engrossed, I lose track of time, and don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, touching the feet of a handsome man that I barely know. I hear him gently snoring, and I can’t blame him for falling asleep while I do this to him. I fidget and adjust myself, because my erection feels like it’s trying to rip its way out of my pants. Since Keegan seems to be completely in the deep throws of sleep, I decide to take out more of a payment for my services.
With some regret, I place his feet on the bed, slip my lap out from under them and stand up. When I stop rubbing his feet, he rolls around and makes a sound of disappointment, but doesn’t wake up.
First, I want to check out his shoes. His slide sandals are still on the floor near his bed, and they have a good imprint of his feet in them. The way that the rubber of the soles are clearly darker and more indented in a phantom reminder of his feet is a huge turn-on. I reach down, and pull off my black sneakers, freeing my small feet from their prison. I love being barefoot and wearing sandals, but the weather is starting to get colder, so I’m more often wearing socks and keeping them on for a longer period of time.
I roll down my socks, and pull them off, exposing my small, pale feet to the slightly cool apartment. I wiggle my short, chubby toes, and I want to, more than anything, rub my feet against Keegan’s. But that can come later.
I gather Keegan’s slides, and slip my feet into them. They are far too big; my feet fit maybe only halfway and the band completely covers my toes. I can feel the indent from the bottoms of his feet, and I can feel myself releasing a lot of precum. I shuffle over to his collection of shoes against the wall, and crouch down, ready to smell everything gathered there.
I start with what is probably the strongest scent; the football cleats. I grab both shoes, bring them to my face, and enclose them over my nose. With a deep breath, and I feel myself shooting a load in my pants, my eyes rolling back in orgasmic joy. I even moan, louder than I mean to.
‘Having fun?’ Comes a voice from behind me. I turn, and see to my horror, Keegan propped up and looking at me, a sly smile on his face. I don’t know how much he saw, but I can feel my cheeks reddening and getting hotter.
“I can explain!” I start, standing up and dropping the cleats. They bang on the floor, one of them falling on my own foot and causing me to yelp in pain. He laughs, and stands up, slowly walking over to me.
‘I think that bulge in your pants is explanation enough for what’s going on.’ He stops right in front of me, and I have to look up to see him. He is still smiling, all warm and sweet. ‘I’ve never really thought about my feet being that sexy before, but I don’t blame you; they are pretty cool!’ He steps closer to me, and we are practically pressed against one another, and he suddenly places his hands on my shoulders. With great dexterity, he moves his foot against mine, pulling his sandal off my right foot. He pulls me to the point that I’m pressed against him, and I instinctively wrap my arms around him, pressing my face into his hoodie.
His body’s insanely warm, and my heart’s pounding so hard that pressed against him, I cause him to shake with every beat. His warm foot caresses mine which the cleat had fallen on, and I look down, grabbing his hoodie in clenched fists. The sight of his large, dark foot covering my smaller one, gently rubbing over it was enough to make me hard again, and I was shivering and sighing in excitement. His foot was just as warm as the rest of his body, and pressed against him, I just barely realize that I’m pushing my erection against him. Before I could fix the problem, I suddenly feel something pressed against me; from the tip of my erection to past my navel, I could feel that he was also aroused, and was very gently humping me.
‘Come on,’ he says in a husky voice, gently taking my hand and pulling me to the bed. ‘Let’s have some fun before we do work.’
He crawls back onto the bed, and I join him. He stretches out under me, and I find myself straddling his hips. He reaches up, threading his fingers through my hair. I love it when people do that, and I sigh deeply, my whole body shaking. He pulls my hair band out, and it releases my long hair from its ponytail. He suddenly wraps his arms around behind me, and pulls me down. Our lips crash against each other, and I swear that I’m going to melt into nothingness.
His lips are soft, full, and he gently bites my lips until I open my mouth, and allow his tongue to slide into my mouth. Our tongues dance, and his hands continue to run through my hair. My hands grab the sides of his face, stroking his high cheeks, the smooth skin. Our bodies are uncontrollable, and we grind against each other. Keegan’s other sandal fell from my foot, and both of his feet rub against mine; toes splaying to allow them to entwine each other.
When we brake the kiss, we both gasp for air, and I can still taste his mouth. His large, warm hands slid up underneath my hoodie and force it off of me, along with my shirt. Bare chested, he runs his hands down me, rubbing my nipples, gently poking my navel and making me giggle. I’m neither fit, nor fat; just cursed with a flat chest that stays unchanging no matter how much I eat or work out. It felt strange straddling him, sitting above him shirtless while he just looked me over. There was genuine lust in his dark eyes, and never before have I felt so incredibly sexy.
To be desired and wanted, that was a power trip.
I smile at him, only for it to be returned. I lift up his shirt, and attack his chest as I work it off him. Even laying down he has a six-pack, and I run my hands all over his chest, my mouth finds a nipple and I began to playfully suck and nip at it. He gasps and moans, dragging his fingers up and down my back. I allow him to completely remove his hoodie so I can continue to experience his upper body. Suddenly, he pushes me off of him, and I fall back, my head at the foot of Keegan’s bed. I was taken aback by this, worried for the briefest of moments that I had offended him in some way, and all of my desires just got me into trouble. However, I was shocked, pleasantly, when he grabs my ankle, fixing me with that mischievous smile. My right ankle is caught in a strong grip, his fingers completely encircling my ankle beneath the nub of bone. For a moment, I love being exposed like this, but then I realize too late what he has planned. He drags his fingers down my sole, his nails just long enough to tickle, and I erupt into laughter. He continues to scratch at my sole, grinning in a manner both evil and sexual.
‘Stop!’ I scream between laughs, ‘I didn’t tickle you!’
‘That’s true,’ he says almost too calmly. ‘Which is why I’m going to reward you.’ He stops tickling me, to my relief, and suddenly brings my foot up to his face, and licks my foot, from my mid-sole to the base of my toes, giving them a little flick with the tip of his tongue. I’ve only had one previous boyfriend allow me to do things to his feet, and he only allowed it once before we broke up. Never did I think about someone giving my feet the treatment that I want to give others. I moan and writhe, loving the sensation. Keegan lays down, grabbing my other foot and bringing it to his face, and he pushes his feet to my face. We lay there, feet-to-face, and I ravage his feet with my tongue and he returns the action. Due to the difference in height, I have to stretch my legs out for my feet to reach him, and his legs are heavily bended, but I have his large feet in my face, and I am in pure bliss! Laying down, I can see his erection, large and proud, straining against his basketball shorts; mine strains in my cargos again.
I try to take as many of his toes into my mouth as I can, and they spread as my tongue surges between them, and I take in all of their slightly salty taste. To my surprise, Keegan’s able to fit all of my toes into his mouth, and I use my free foot to rub his chest, loving his hard abs under them. He pulls my foot out of his mouth with a loud smacking noise, and begins to passionately kiss my sole, before stopping and pulling his feet away. At first, I worry that he is stopping because he is getting uncomfortable with it, but my fears are immediately assuaged and he straddles me, kissing me all over my chest, neck, and finally shoving his tongue again into my mouth. His hands unbutton my pants, and pulls them and my boxer-briefs off in one tug.
We finally break our lips apart, and we’re both panting heavily like dogs. ‘God! You’re awesome!’ I run my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of his curls. He works his own shorts off, and I see that he isn’t wearing anything under them. I stare at his member, overjoyed that it was of larger-than-normal size, and beautiful in every way; it had a slight curve towards himself, a large head, and was cut. He latches onto my neck, nipping and sucking on it, as his penis presses against mine, and he takes both of us in his hand and starts jerking us at the same time.
It only takes a few strokes before I ejaculate for the second time in less than an hour. I gasp as I come, and I shudder from the orgasm. Despite this being my second time, I shoot a large amount, and Keegan catches all of it in his hand. He smiles, keeps kissing my and biting my neck, trying to leave a hickey like we’re high school students in our first relationship. In a few moments, he comes too, loudly gasping and moaning.
‘Fuck, yes!’ He manages to say between gasps as his seed mixes with mine in his hand. Some of it drips onto my skin below my navel and above my crotch. Keegan collapses on the bed next to me, using his feet to grab a box of tissues from his nightstand that must be used for these sorts of activities. I’m half tempted to lick his hand clean, to scoop up our combined fluid from my torso, but I hold myself back. Keegan grabs several tissues, and cleans himself and I with the most tender of movements.
He throws the used tissue into a garbage can against the wall, and stretches out next to me again, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me tight. My head rests on his chest, right over his heart; it hammers heavily.
‘Didn’t get much work done.’ I comment.
‘No, but this was a lot more fun!’ He responds. He runs his hand through my hair and rubs my arm, our feet caress and rub against each other. We lay together for a while, and I love hearing his heavy breathing beginning to slow down.
‘I thought you said you’re straight?’ I ask, tracing a finger along the lines of his chest.
‘Maybe I’m not as straight as I think I am. Maybe I’m willing to try things out.’
‘I should get to work,’ I say, and I start to sit up, but he pulls me back down.
‘Is this good enough payment?’ He asks, and kisses me, furiously making out again.
‘Good enough.’ I whisper as we break apart. I shift and move on the bed, breaking away from his embrace, just to swing my legs up and push my feet into his face. Again, that coy smile, as he take my toes into his salivating mouth, his tongue dancing between them and eliciting giggles from me. On second thought, maybe this tutoring job won’t be so bad.
