by Dragonboi
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After a month of hanging out with Lee in my room, watching TV and movies or playing video games, we became good friends.
By this time, Lee already knew to leave his shoes and socks at the bottom of the stairs whenever he’d come up to my room, so he would be barefoot by the time he was at my door. I would know he was coming close because you could hear the sound of his jeans dragging across the carpet with each step he took. Each time he was over, I would always get into a great vantage point where I could see his feet without him noticing me staring at them. This usually meant a view of the tops of his feet from behind him, which was not a bad sight at all.
His size 12 feet looked amazing as they stuck out from his blue jeans. You would know he was relaxed whenever he would leave his legs stretched out on the floor with one foot propped up on the other and his toes were just wiggling free. It was as if they were glad to be freed from the confines of their white tennis shoe and white sock. His toes were almost finger-like, they were so long. I would watch them curl and flex for hours as Lee looked at the TV, but there was one part of his feet that I was missing for a while… the beautiful white soles that I had first laid eyes upon about a month ago.
My next plan was perfect satisfy my need. We were going to watch a movie, and I would base my actions on scenes from the movie so they didn’t seem random. I asked him up later that week to watch the movie ‘Die Hard’ with me. In the movie, Bruce Willis has two scenes that used to give me the inspiration I needed to jack off. First, at the beginning of the movie, he travels on an airplane and learns that taking your shoes and socks off and making fists with your toes on the carpet is a great stress reliever. Second, there’s a scene where Bruce Willis walks through broken glass barefoot and has to pull shards out of the soles of his bloody feet. I even set up my room so that I was sitting on the floor next to an ottoman I brought upstairs. When Lee came to my room, he was barefoot as usual, and I had him sit in the ottoman next to me as I pressed play on the remote.
We watched the movie (well, he did. I had my eyes on something else the entire time.) When the first scene came on, I asked him if he thought that making fists with your toes was relaxing. As I asked him, I touched his big toe on the foot closest to me and watched as he scrunched his toes on the rug right next to me. He said the carpet felt good on the bottoms of his feet and between his toes. This automatically led to me asking if his feet were tired. He said that he was on his feet all day at school and actually that visiting me upstairs usually meant making his feet more comfortable, even just for a bit. I liked where this was going because it’s not everyday that you can have a conversation about a guy’s feet with their owner, even if the conversation wasn’t in perfect English. The sight of his long toes rubbing on my carpet, his tendons and veins popping up on the tops of his feet, was incredible. But this was only the first part of my plan.
The conversation died down for a bit as the movie went on, especially through the action-filled parts. You could tell Lee was into the movie with all the gunshots and explosions because he was leaning forward, his feet planted firmly on the ground and him leaning forward. In that stance, you could really tell how long his feet were. I could see how long it was from the heel of his foot and his ankle to the tip of his pinky toe from my point of view. Finally, the scene came where Hans Grubber orders to “shoot the glass,” and Bruce Willis has to make his painful walk. I could see Lee was almost cringing, from the pain of the situation and maybe sympathizing with the character since he was barefoot too. Now was my chance.
I asked Lee, “you said you were on your feet all day, right? It feels good to be out of those shoes huh?”
“Yeah,” he said. “My feet are tired.”
I told him that I give my friends foot massages when they get tired, and since I considered him a good friend of mine, that I’d give him one. He was very happy to hear that I thought of him as my friend, so he said “that would be great.” This part was picture-perfect. Just as Bruce Willis had his bloody sole over the bathroom sink, pulling out a huge piece of glass from between his toes (and Lee wincing at the sight), I took a hold of his foot and pulled it close to my face. He was so into the movie that he hardly gave me a look as I held his right foot inches from my nose. I cradled his heel in one hand and rubbed my thumb on his arch with the other.
I couldn’t believe how soft his feet were for being a guy. They were especially slender feet because I could wrap my fingers across the top of his foot and still rub his perfect soles. I then positioned my other hand to the ball of his foot, sticking my thumbs under each of his toes and moving each toe back and forth. I had so much fun with the pinky toe, which was still about an inch long. I faintly smelled his foot, and it smelled just like the socks I had loved to sniff (I would sometimes sneak off downstairs to the “kitchen” but would actually be at the foot of the stairs inhaling his shoes and socks there). I put his right foot down and immediately grabbed the left one by picking it up at his sole. When I began to apply pressure to his arch and heel, he smiled and said “that felt really good,” so I continued to rub them harder.
I was in heaven, and by the smile on Lee’s face, he seemed to enjoy it too. I loved being able to hold his one foot with both of my hands and wrap my fingers around it as I manipulated his long toes by squeezing the foot between my hands. I put his foot down when the movie credits started rolling, and he looked down at his feet, gave his toes a stretch, and thanked me so much. “I felt so relaxed, and my feet don’t hurt anymore.” I told him to come up whenever he wanted another one.
It was about two weeks before his next massage, but man was I happy to have been so close to Lee’s Chinese feet.