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When I was around 12 yrs old I had a friend named Raymond who I used to play with a lot. I always enjoyed playing and roughhousing with him mainly because I really liked his feet. I used to daydream about his feet because they were so big. He was around 14 and I don’t know for sure the size of his feet but he wore sneakers a lot and they were huge. Raymond was a well-fit kid and muscular even for 14. His feet were well proportioned with his body. I don’t think he knew of my feelings about guy’s feet and I sure didn’t want him to know. Sometimes it was tough playing around with him because he was very heavy handed and his punch throws was pretty hard at times. He never really tried to hurt me purposely so we enjoyed wrestling around. Raymond was also known for having very smelly feet too. For me this was very exciting. I didn’t know why but I began to love the smell of stinky feet when I was young, especially from a guy and I still do. Raymond knew he had stinky feet and he never seemed to care. I remember some of our other buddies would tease him occasionally whenever he removed his sneakers in their presence. Sometimes he would purposely put his feet in their face to taunt them. One of the things that I really liked about Raymond was that he enjoyed being a tough guy and he loved to dominate other guys that were not so tough like myself. It seemed that whenever we played around or wrestled he would end up getting me down and put me in such pain that I would end up begging for mercy. He would just laugh at my situation and eventually when I couldn’t take anymore, he would release me. I have to admit, at first whenever this would happen I would hate it but eventually I really began to like it. I never wanted him to know it because then he would think I liked him and we probably wouldn’t be friends anymore I thought. Of course I liked him but I didn’t want him to know that I liked him handling me that way. My main purpose was because I always hoped that eventually he would get me at the bottom of his feet. I loved being close to his feet. I was always in awe of his powerful looking feet always hoping to get to smell them. Besides that, I’m very ticklish and he would sometimes hold me down in such a gripping lock where I cannot move and take one of his hands and tickle me. His favorite was my sensitive ribs. He would take one of his fingers and just work my ribs till I was in extreme laughing agony. I would get hoarse from laughing so hard. No matter how much torture that was; I loved every minute of it. I must have in order to keep engaging in more wrestle matches with him. I must have been crazy. I didn’t even really know how to wrestle but I learned from him even though I never beat him. One day we were joking around and we ended up getting into another match. This time we were in my parent’s basement because we were moving some things in there. One particular room was pretty much empty except for an old mattress that was there and needed to be taken out. Raymond decided that he was going to teach me a lesson right there and it was perfect. It was just the two of us and we knew no one was going to be there for quite a while. We were supposed to finish and leave. Raymond wrestled me onto the mattress and twisted my arm around my back and demanded I apologize for calling him a weakling earlier. This time I decided I was not going to give in. I wouldn’t do it no matter what. The more stubborn I got, the harder he twisted. I was in pain but I didn’t think he would really hurt me and I was going to show him that I could be tougher. Then my dream came true! He decided that he would really torture me. He removed his sneakers which he had worn the entire day and was very sweaty. I could tell because as soon as he removed them I smelled his feet immediately. My heart was beating very fast. I was getting very excited wondering what he was going to do. He had this funny smile on his face and he was chuckling I guess thinking about how he was going to make me suffer. He took his socked foot, which was soaked with sweat and put it over my nose. The stench was incredible! His socks had holes in them, which really turned me on because they were very worn and I could see the great pink color of his feet through them. I was so hot! He rubbed his feet and toes all over my face. I was trying hard not to show my hard on. He still had one of my arms in his grip. He was standing over me while I was on my side lying on the mattress. Then he sat and stretched out on the mattress also. That’s when my fun really began! He knew the smell of his feet was strong and powerful and he loved that I had no choice but to endure it. I was acting as though I was being tortured but I was in heaven. He then turned me on my back. The mattress was in a corner so he pushed me against the wall while still holding onto my left arm. He took one foot and pressed it over my nose and took his other foot and placed it underneath my shirt and started tickling my ribs and stomach with his toes. I went hysterical. Then he would start digging his toes in my armpit and I would scream and shake with laughter. He knew he had me in such a powerless state and I could tell from the enjoyment on his face that he loved every bit of it. He held me in that position for what seemed like over an hour. He knew how incredibly ticklish I was and between the smell of his feet and the tickling I was going insane. I guess he thought if he could make me smell his feet and tickle me at the same time, it would be the ultimate punishment. He was right! No matter how hard I thrashed about, he never let up. He would put me back in position and continue the torture. Every time I think about it I wonder how I didn’t pass out from all the excitement. After he saw that I was totally exhausted and limp from the intense torture he let me go but only after I finally apologized from calling him weak. He made it pretty clear that I was truly the weak one. I didn’t care though. What he did to me that day was such a dream come true but even better than I imagined. We remained great buddies for quite some time then eventually he and his family moved away. That was a very special moment for me and I often think about that experience with great pleasure even to this day.
