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Let Me Tell You About Michael

by Jim

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It started out like any other day.

My roommate is a track star, and a very good one at that. Every afternoon he had practice after class, and every afternoon I’d spent some quality time with one pair of Michael’s sneakers. The smell was extremely strong, almost enough to knock someone out if you weren’t used to it; however I’d gotten used to it. To me, they almost smelled sweet, but I’m already getting off topic.

Let me tell you about Michael, the hottest jock I ever laid my eyes on: 6’6”, 220 pounds of pure muscle, and size 15 feet, a literal god among men. He had a commanding attitude about him. He wasn’t rude, but people would just listen and do what he said. He knew quite well about this ‘hidden talent’, but he was good about not abusing it, at least, until he found out about my little ‘sessions’.

He had just become aware of my foot fetish, that is since he had found me in his room and saw me jacking off while sniffing his track shoe. He was oddly cool about it, and yet he got a power trip from it. He liked feeling my face under his feet, and loved feeling my tongue bathe his feet.

“I rearranged the beds so now my feet can rest on your pillow. Guess you’ll have to deal with the smell at night or lick my feet to get rid of it. The choice is yours buddy.” He cocked that perfect grin with the pearly-white teeth.

I ended up getting in bed first that night, covering up quite well since it was supposed to get very cold that night. It figured the heat was on the fritz for the entire dorm. I had managed to doze off with my mouth open, which ended up being both a blessing and a bane. Michael wasn’t kidding about using my pillow as a footrest. He set his feet on my pillow and arched them forward, pushing his big toe into my mouth. Asleep at the time, I began to lightly suck on it, moaning softly in my sleep while Michael started playing with himself. I woke up about halfway through, smirking slightly.

“So, I’ve been reduced to licking your feet even while I sleep, huh?”

He smirked, “It’s that or I tell everyone about this little thing of yours.” He pulled his right foot back and ran it along my face, petting me with that huge size 15 foot, “Besides, you and I have a special relationship now. You’re my little foot servant now, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

Hearing it aloud almost made my heart sink. He knew he had me… I was his to do whatever he wanted; however, at the same time I was quite happy. Michael was a man that demanded respect. To me, bowing down and licking his feet was the most respectful thing I could do for him. I loved the idea of belonging to his feet, that he needed me to be there after practice to lick his feet clean.

My thoughts were soon interrupted as he shoved his big toe back in my mouth, “It’s cold out, and my feet are cold. Why don’t you lick them for a while, warm them up a bit?” I didn’t hesitate for a second; I sat up in my bed and took his right foot in my hands, massaging the sole as I slowly and softly ran my tongue between his toes. He leaned back and began to moan softly as the tension in his feet melted away, as well as giving me a small snack of lint and jam. His toes were so long they were almost finger-like, bending together and grabbing my tongue, pulling it slightly to let me know to work harder.

His only words for my job well done were, “Now do the other,” as he pulled his foot from my mouth, shoving his left foot back in without allowing me a word. Of course, I didn’t mind at all. I loved my new job. I worked just as diligently on his left foot, rubbing the tensions from his track competition earlier away. Even though he was enjoying it immensely, he’d start laughing every now and again as my tongue found a ticklish spot among the lint. My mouth was watering quite a bit at this point, and his foot shined in the moonlight from all the attention I was giving it.

My mind had wondered off a bit, thinking about what the rest of the year would be like with my new, seemingly gentle foot master. I was snapped-to as he let out a snort then a long snore. Chuckling softly, I kissed his sole and placed his feet on my pillow. Like a good pet, I took a couple of his toes in my mouth and got comfortable in my bed.

Tomorrow was going to be another interesting day.