by Ron
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John was about 5'10", handsome and slim.
He had beautiful size 9 feet with long, well kept toes. I always had a thing for his feet but I never told him, and as far as I was concerned he never knew. We were decent friends and hung out a few times a week. Both of us were 18 at the time so we were still in high school. I guess you could say we were popular ones, who drove nice cars and got the women. But the events that went down one Saturday night with John I will never forget.
I arrived at his house at about 10 pm on Saturday. I had smoked reefer in the car on the way to his house so I was already high when I first got there. I walked in the house and then it was our usual routine. After 2 blunts and 5 shots of vodka each with him, we were both totally trashed. His parents weren’t home so we had no worries. 2 hours had gone by, and we both sat totally wasted on his living room couch watching TV. We were
bored however, and had nothing to do.
My bloodshot eyes drifted and caught his feet. They were up on the marble coffee table. They were amazing. A thin layer of dirt lay on his soles. He must have been walking around barefoot all day. He had his shoes off the whole time I noticed. I thought that was weird, but I didn’t mind! He lightly slowly flexed his teen toes and arched his foot as his feet lay crossed on the table. I wanted them so bad, but I knew I would never have the balls to do anything about it.
Suddenly, he said, "Why are you staring at my feet dude?" I was horrified. This was the most embarrassed vie ever been in my life. "What? What the hell are you talking about? I wasn't." I said as I looked at the TV.
"You've always stared at my feet man, I see you all the time. Do you even notice it?" I was speechless. I sat there just staring at nothing in a drunken embarrassed state. "We can make a deal. Either I can tell the whole school about you staring at my feet everyday, or you can meet my demands and we can call it even." John said.
How is this happening I thought? I would be the laughing stock of the school if people found out. I didn't doubt he would tell the whole school. I was lost. I asked him what his demands were. I would do anything to avoid people finding out. He stood up, pushed the coffee table to the side, and stood 2 feet in front of me staring down. "Fine I'll do anything, but just doesn’t fuckin spread any rumors god dammit." I said. Okay he said.
"Get on your knees and bow down to me bitch." He said. I told him he was fuckin crazy, but when he pulled out his phone and started texting somebody saying how I like his feet I had no choice. I told him to just put the phone away. I was going to let go of my pride to save face. I got off the couch, and got down onto my knees. I felt so ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t going to let my reputation get ruined. I then bowed down onto my
forearms, and put my head down right in front of his feet. I heard him chuckling to
himself. I was so humiliated. I felt no pride at all. It felt so low bowing to his feet.
He then put his right barefoot on top of my head and pressed down. My face
got pressed into the rug, and he held it there for a good minute. I was in shock and speechless. "Haha look at you bitch." He laughed. I didn’t say a word and laid there on the rug in a daze. I slowly lifted my head up after he released pressure only to have my face meet his long left toes. I could smell them from an inch away. It was the smell of sweat. He pushed them closer and closer until his toes prodded my speechless lips open and they slipped into my mouth.
The taste of his feet and sweat consumed my taste buds. I let go of all pride I had left and went with it. It was too late to turn back anyway. I closed my eyes and sucked each one of his smelly teen toes, starting with his pinky toe. They tasted extremely salty. It was dry sweat. I hugged around both his ankles and cowered down to his feet. I lost control of myself. I just wanted it to be over. I honestly really felt like a slave. I don’t even know how I let it get as far as it did.
"Yeah, worship my feet you foot faggot." I didn't even look up. I was slowly kissing his toes. I hugged his ankles tight, and inhaled his toes fully while expanding my lungs. I then fuckin sucked his ankles and heel, and kissed all the way down his arch. I felt lost in the odor and the taste of his feet. I felt like a bitch. I wanted to stop but he told me if I
did he was going to send it. He made me kiss all the way up his legs to his knees and back down. I laid my face down sideways on his right foot, and he placed his left foot over my head. He just rubbed my head with his foot, as I lay there completely dazed sniffing at his feet. I realized I had a bulging erection. This was insane. I never thought anything like this could ever happen.
He then told me to lie on my back and get naked. I did as he said, and he sat down on the couch in front of me and wrapped his feet around my piece. He squirted lotion, and went to work. His smooth well kept toes glided up and down my cock, and I soon exploded all over his toes and feet. This was a night I will never forget.
Both of us never spoke of the events afterwards, and acted like they never happened.