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I probably shouldn't have taken a whiff of his shoes when I knew he was in the next room, but I did. It was well worth it. His shoes were new, so they obviously smelled new, but they also smelled of sweat. It was so sweet, I could not contain myself. My dick got hard right away, and I felt a trembling anticipation in my chest, like I would be able to smell his socks and his feet next. I opened my eyes and there I was, alone (or so I thought) with a shoe in my hand in my friends garage. The party was going on inside, and I was on my way out.
I had to leave early so I could get up early the next morning. We had all left our shoes out in the garage because we were outside screwing around and got them dirty. I saw Louis' size 12 Rockport shoes, and thought that I had the perfect opportunity to indulge my fetish. Especially since I had the hots for this kid since I first laid eyes on him. He was 6' 2", dark brown hair, blue eyes, and cute. Not hot or GQ worthy, but cute. Anyway, I put down his shoe I had just sniffed, and went to get my shoes when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Shit! I thought. I was hoping it was Louis so I would at least be able to lie to just him, and not a party of people. It was.
"W-w-what are you doing?" he asked, stuttering. I think he always talked like that, but he could've been nervous.
"I-I was just..." I trailed off. I couldn't say anything.
"Listen, I won't tell anyone that you did this, but just tell me one thing. Why?"
"W-well..." This was probably the first time I had to really think about my foot fetish. Why did I get aroused by feet, socks, and shoes? I couldn't come up with an answer.
"Look," he said, "They think you're gone, and they think I'm gone," he said, referencing the people at the party. "Come to my car with me."
He and I put on our shoes and I followed him to his car. He opened the drivers side door and sat down with his feet on the ground. "Kneel down in front of me," he said, and like an obedient dog, I did so. I couldn't really explain what I was thinking, just that I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Now what?" I asked nervously.
"Relax. Take off my shoes." He smiled.
I melted and was put at ease. I took off one of his shoes. He lifted his foot up and pressed it into my face. His sock, which was probably sweat stained, smelled surprisingly strong for having been out of his shoe for an hour. I took a deep, long whiff of his sock and got a major hard-on. I think he noticed, he slid off his other shoe, shoved that sock in my face, and moved his other foot to my crotch. He worked my crotch with his one foot and had his other foot in my mouth.
I pulled off his sock with my teeth and started sucking on his perfect toes. They weren't too long and they weren't too short. His feet smelled too, but not as strong as his socks. I had come to the conclusion that he had worn his socks for more than one day in a row. So for the next twenty minutes, I was sucking on his toes, licking his feet, and praying to God that it would never end. Sadly it did. I had already climaxed and he said that we should probably get going.
"That was amazing. Thank Y--" I started to say.
"Don't say anything. I'll see you later, okay? We might do this again sometime." He smiled and winked.
Damn he was sly. I was never worried about him exploiting me or telling anyone what happened. I just got in my car and drove home thinking about the incredible twenty to thirty minutes we had that night. It would happen again, too. He and I would meet up after school somewhere (from the boys locker room to either of our houses) and I would smell, suck, and lick his shoes, socks, and feet. They were smellier than the first night and more pleasurable in that area, but none of the times were as special as the birthday party where I got the man I loved and his perfect feet.
