by Foot Loose
It was always a dream of mine to be at my friend’s feet.
He’s a 6”0 straight man with a lightly toned body and curly brown hair. Most importantly however, his extremities seemed to be at a large proportion. His hands were soft and broad, fingers extending much longer than mine. His legs were built and firm, ending with large shoes size 13.5US.
Now, this friend of mine was aloof to my interests, and if he noticed my fixated stares at his shoes, he made no notice of it. I remember this one day a few months back when we were at his house. We were playing a mobile game. He was seated on the couch, while I, for obvious reasons, was cross-legged on the ground as “it was more comfortable.” That day, he was wearing low-top nike blazers and long white socks that stretched to his mid-calf. His shorts were black and his t-shirt a dark green. For the first few minutes, I remember just sitting by him on the ground. His knees almost touched my face, and next to me lay his shoes, which looked abnormally huge extending from my thigh level to knee. In those minutes, I tried my best to touch his shoes. I either lost balance and had to lift myself by pushing on his shoes (which my hand barely wrapped around a fraction of), or I’d accidentally lay my palm on his toe cap. Eventually,
I became more courageous.
I lay on the floor on my stomach, my chin on the pavement and my eyes fixated on the long shoe in front of me. Then, I moved closer, until my nose briefly touched the side of his shoe. Now, although this would’ve been a clear signal that I was indulging in a peculiar act, my friend did not notice or care for the fact I was by his feet. And so, I went deeper, until my chin rested on the toe cap of his right shoe. This also meant his left shoe stretched a ship in front of me. I wish I can describe the feeling that went over me. I was resting my head on a man’s shoe, which smelled of sweat and leather. If I looked above me, it was as if my friend was dominating me, his body a tower while I was merciless at his shoes. I knew I had to indulge in my interests more.
I started kissing the shoe under me from time to time in small pecks. Then, I licked the leather a little. Eventually, I had my face in between both of his shoes, my throat resting on his right while my forehead rested on his left. I licked and smelled the leather of his blazers, savoring every bit of sweat and dust on my tongue. My friend undoubtedly noticed this. He asked me, and I recall perfectly well, “You’re into this?”
Now, the logical thing would be to say no. However, need I remind you that the front of his shoes were now damp with saliva, and that I lay on the ground on my stomach over his feet. His presence over me certainly didn’t help. I nodded to his questioning stare. Here, my memory becomes a little fuzzy, however, this is the information recalled to the best of my ability.
“I’m straight, you know. Although I don’t mind having my feet played with a little. Just don’t make it sexual.”
He pushed himself further back on the couch and stretched his legs, pushing my face off him momentarily. I walked on my knees closer, and wrapped my hands around his shoes, sliding them off and uncovering a socked foot with large toes shaping it. The foot was much bigger than my considerable hands as it lay on my palms as a celestial entity. I brushed my finger over his soles and started massaging them. The socks were slightly damp with sweat.
I pushed my face between his large socked toe, which emitted a smell of slight stink and cotton. I continued inhaling every inch of his foot, from the rest of his toes, to his soles, his arches, tops, and ankles. Just from that scent did I cum for the first time then in my underwear. With that, I bit the front of his sock and pulled it off with my teeth. Now, I wish I could explain to you the beauty of his bare feet. They were paler than the rest of his legs, with soles of a slightly pink shade. The toes were wide and long, and ended with toenails clean and cut. His arches were large, and his soles were meaty and soft, in contrast to the rest of his foot. The bones of his toes were very visible, and his feet had a slight curvature to it.
I was hypnotized.
Here, I can recall the events even less, however, I am certain that I must have done all of this given the opportunity. The first thing I did was suck his toes like a cock. I then continued to try and fit all his toes all the way in my mouth, which I recollect to have struggled with, only being able to get half the length in before gagging. I licked his soles and tops, all of which tasted like clean salt-water. I kissed his legs with the passion of a woman. I was completely engulfed by his presence.
Now, I wish I can explain to you the details further, however, my memory here is stained with dopamine and pleasure. I was at his feet for an hour that day, licking and worshipping them as if they’re my own personal god. Till this day, my friend and I do not talk about what happened, however, I cannot help but remember the lingering taste of his sweat on the tip of my tongue.
