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My 18th Birthday

by Robert

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It was my 18th birthday and I wasn't enjoying it as much as I thought I should have.

I had to work and worst of all is that one of my relatives threw his party a day before my birthday. The only thing that made me happy was knowing that "he" was coming over to spend the night. Mark, let's say, has been my best friend for nearly a decade and I didn't realize how good of a friend he was until after that night, on my 18th birthday.

Mark has an amazing body, everything is groomed as far as I've seen and he has a great set of size 9 feet. The only problem is that he's straight, and I know that for a fact...In the past whenever I went to his house to stay the night, I would try to get closer to his feet, while he was sleeping of course, but I was unfortunately unsuccessful. I think one of the times I tried he was awake, no, I'm sure of it.

Mark's feet are amazing. Perfect in every shape and form. Since the time I thought he was awake when I went after "them" I knew he was trying to drop me hints that he found my sick fetish disturbing. He would do things like say "Oh look, the cat is smelling my feet, isn't that gross?" or try to throw his sweaty socks at me or put his feet on me.

Almost like he wanted me to do it...

Back to my birthday.

After work I went to my grandparents to celebrate (not my idea of a good time but I don't visit them too often so my parents forced me to go...). I told Mark to meet me at my house around 9:00 at night. We returned home and found out that his brother "Paul" was also staying over. I don't care for "Paul" to much but I would have more of a chance with him than with Mark, and when he was sleeping a long time ago, I did.

We all went upstairs and played video games and watched TV in my room until 1:00 in the morning. We'd decided to go to sleep and we would all have to sleep in my room. One person would sleep on the comfortable bed while the remainder slept on the cold hard floor. Mark would usually get the bed because he can be greedy at times, and I usually forgive him. Paul wanted to sleep in my big chair which to me would be uncomfortable but I guess it's better than the floor where I slept. I was positioned so that my face was at the foot of my bed, where Mark's feet were. Paul was down towards my legs where the chair was.

Normally Mark would sleep so that his head was at the foot of the bed but not tonight...he knew what I wanted. I knew this because about an hour after things were quiet, I looked up towards the end of the bed and in the bright light coming from the TV behind me were his un-socked feet. I played dumb and pretended to be asleep. We couldn't see each other, I could see his feet, and he would see my face If I went for them. So I laid there, watching them. I watched him move them slowly back and forth, wiggling his toes, just trying to taunt and tease me,

I knew what he was doing and I wasn't going to fall for such a stupid trick. Whenever I moved on the floor, Mark would hear me and reposition his feet.

I waited and around 3:30 I decided to take action. I slowly shut off the TV as to give me the advantage of darkness. I would kill myself if he were to wake up and see me defiling his feet with my tongue or something. There was also the threat of Paul. He could easily open his eyes and see me and would probably either make fun of me or never speak to me again without an awkward moment. It was pitch black. I couldn't see his feet anymore, which were now motionless. A while later I wanted to do a test. I reached my hand up there to find his feet. I felt the warmth of his toes and slowly touched them.

A second later he moved. I knew he was sleeping because he wouldn't stay up for hours just to see me do something to his feet. He withdrew his feet back and bent his legs so I couldn't reach them. An hour or two had passed and the sun was starting to come up. Every few minutes it began to get lighter in the room. I had to act quickly. Looking up, I noticed his feet were back to position. I reached up and touched them again. His size 9's didn't move and after a minute I withdrew my hand.

A few minutes later, he rolled into the perfect position. I was afraid he would see me if I went for them before but now he was laying on his stomach, exposing his bare soles right to me. I was positive he was sleeping. I slowly inched closer to his feet. I was on my knees since my bed is a few feet off the floor. I looked over at Paul who had been asleep the whole time. I inched closer and closer to his feet. I put my nose right up to them and inhaled deeply but silently. I loved it. His feet had almost no odor which really turned me on.

My dick was throbbing inside my shorts. I slowly smelled them again and then stuck my tongue out slowly and licked his big toe. Then I went to sniff them again when he shuffled around. He was awake and had realized what I had done. I bolted to the floor as quietly as possible and laid down and pretended to be asleep. Due to his position he didn't have time to see me move.

My heart was racing like crazy, it got even worse when I heard him get out of the bed! I heard his footsteps, my eyes shut and heart racing. Not moving, dead from emotion. All of sudden I felt something on my arm. I was in an uncomfortable position and I knew I had to move sooner or later. I waited until I couldn't hold it any longer and opened my eyes. It was the bed sheet that had slipped off slightly and touched my arm. I was relieved...until I looked up.

There his feet were, in the same position as before. He was onto me.

I didn't care, I was so horny at the time...I just didn't care. My dick was about to explode. It started spasming from having a hard on for hours and with no release. I was saving it for later. I slowly crept up to his feet. Checking on Paul, I realized the coast was clear. Again, he couldn't see me. I slowly put my face down and began to smell them. My nose slightly touched it. There was a slight twitch. Mark was pretending to be asleep.

This really turned me on.

I smelled them again, but this time my entire nose was on his foot. I though I heard a tiny giggle, probably did. I went back to smelling, then I stuck out my tongue and began licking his toes one by one. No movement where there should've been some. I began licking his sole up and down, switching back and forth between foot. He was awake the entire time. He started to move, I raced back to me sleeping position.

My heart was racing so fast I thought he heard it beating. I laid there thinking of a defense for my action. After all, my fetish is very weird and everyone deals with it differently. Mark thought it was funny and even though he's straight, beckons me even though he knows it turns me on. My defense was to cry. I did this because if he knew how serious this had affected my life he wouldn't be angry with me or make fun of me. I thought of things that would make me cry like the death of a family member or greatest fears. Then I realized, my greatest fear would be losing my best friend. Tears rolled down my eyes as I prayed he wouldn't look over at me or say anything to me.

This little game of "who's sleeping" had brought emotional distress upon me. At first I just wanted Mark to accept my fetish and let me do what I wanted to do with his gorgeous feet, but now I felt a mix of shame and extreme sexual tension. I decided to go to sleep, even though I had the biggest hard on in my life. Around 9:00 I woke up. I looked over at the clock and looked up to see Mark's feet again. They were in there initial position so that Mark was laying on his back. I wanted to go for them but didn't.

A few minutes later Mark got up. I went back to a fake sleep and heard him walk over to me. My heart was racing unbelievably. I laid in frozen terror as I heard him stand over me. He said my name. I didn't move. Then he said it again. The rules for fake sleeping are that you have to fake wake up if the person calls out your name and sometimes when they move you to wake you up. I made up this game but I know that I'm not the only one playing it. I opened my eyes and looked up. Mark was in his boxers and his legs were spread but his hand covered his package so that I couldn't see anything. After a second of realizing what he was doing, I acted shocked and rolled over.

" Bastard," I said as if nothing had happened that night. Paul had woken up. After a few

minutes, we began playing video games again. Mark put his feet in my lap. My heart was so tired from racing but I had to. I started to get hard again so I slowly moved my legs to that they would fall to the floor. He rubbed my leg his foot and I just sat there feeling awkward.

I went with him to work on our science project at the park. The car ride was strange. Mark was silent but I felt uplifted. I felt happy and had a feeling of optimism. Mark has accepted me for the freak that I am. He may not be gay, but he knew that I was and had accepted me for that. Later that day, at work, Mark told me all about his girlfriend/fiancée and how he was spending her birthday with her and sleeping

with her. I thought it was odd since he never spoke to me about that kind of stuff before.

He also pointed to a group of girls and said, "Look at those hotties!"

It was usually me acting like that to prove that I was straight. He made it perfectly clear. He was straight and that he didn't want me to come onto him. He's a good friend and a lot smarter than I take him for. I can't wait until next time I spend the night at his house or vice-versa to see what he does.

I hope I can look up from my floor again and see his feet slowly moving back and forth, taunting me to cover them with my saliva.