by Tony
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Part 1-
Adam never had very many friends, but he knew being gay didn't mean it was the end of the world. He just thought he was sort of a freak. He did, however, think that having a male foot fetish made him sort of a freak inside a freak! He thought that there were others out there like him, he just didn't know where to look to find them. He worked at Bert's Surf Shop on the strand in Daytona Beach, and he took the job for three reasons. One: the money wasn't that bad for an 18 year old still living at home with mom and dad. Two: he loved watching the surfers come in. They arrived all day long in bare feet, in nice Vans or Nikes with or without socks, wearing sandals, etc. He could lust after all those gorgeous feet without anyone really noticing. His main job consisted of sweeping the sand out of the shop that was constantly being tracked in. He also stocked shelves, waited on customers and did odd jobs around the shop. At night he swept and mopped the floor (both upstairs and downstairs) and locked up with the spare key.
The third reason for wanting to work at the shop was Corey. Corey was a 19-year old piece of eye-candy that worked two days a week in the shop for his dad ... who also happened to own the place! The rest of the week, Corey and his three friends were always out surfing. Dylan, Jacob and Tyler were also 19-year old rich kids that had bodies to die for and typical attitudes. They were the hottest things on the beach and everyone knew it! I liked working for Corey's dad though, and I loved looking at the four of them whenever they came in together to get surfboard-wax, or new swimsuits or suntan lotion.
Corey was about 6' tall with beautiful green eyes and blonde hair. His feet were incredible--at least a size 11 and maybe a 12, I wasn't sure. All I knew for sure was that he was hot! Dylan was sort of the leader of the little foursome. He was almost 20 and lived on his own. He was about 6' 2". He had jet-black hair and a nice hairy chest. His feet were great specimens too. His foot was about a size 12. Jacob and Tyler were twins and they were both gorgeous too. Jacob was 6'1" with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had a great ass and his brother Tyler was an exact copy of him though just a hair taller! Tyler though, had a nicer chest!
One night I was slotted to mop and wax the floor before closing. Corey's dad had already gone home and Corey was there to pick up some stuff from the personal lockers we all kept in the storeroom in back of the shop. Corey and I were the only two in the store. "I'm outta here Adam." He yelled back to me after slamming the door to the bathroom. He went to his locker and had sat down on the bench and was taking off his tennis shoes and socks. I watched from around the corner as he stuffed his socks down inside his shoes and wiggled his toes ... airing them out a little. He threw the shoes into his locker and closed it.
"See ya' tomorrow I guess?" I said, as he gathered his things and was heading for the door. "Yeah, I guess. I'm not scheduled to be in until 4:00 or so. Me and the boys are gonna catch some waves in the morning and then I'll be in later." He said.
"Okay. ·Have fun." I said, but he'd already left the shop and hadn't heard me. I finished mopping, but before I started waxing the place, I just had to get a whiff of Corey's socks. None of our lockers have locks on them, but we don't really keep anything personal in them anyway. Clothes or shoes or sunglasses--stuff like that. I'd snuck back and gotten whiffs of his socks before, but never after he'd just taken them off! I opened his locker and took out his shoes. I pulled a sock out of one of them and stuck it up to my nose. I inhaled deeply. Wow, his socks stunk. But God, to me they smelled great! I smelled them for another few minutes and then smelled down inside of his shoe. Umm, the smell of the sweat and the leather and his foot was intoxicating. I finished up and put his sock back down into the shoe and put it back into his locker, just like he had it. I waxed the floor and locked up.
I went home that night dreaming of his feet.
Part 2-
At about 3:50 in the afternoon, Corey showed up for work.
He said hello to his dad and walked back to the storeroom. He came out a few minutes later and headed straight for me. Oh no, had I not shut the locker completely? Had I put the shoes back in the locker the wrong way and he'd noticed that someone had been in there? Shit!
"Adam, what's up man?" he asked.
"Noth--Nothing. What's up with you?" I squeaked.
"Oh not much. Just don't wanna be here."
"Oh," is all I could muster up to say!
"Say, me and Dylan and the guys are having a party tomorrow night. It's at Dylan's place. You wanna come?"
"Uh, I'm not sure. I'm sorta busy." I replied.
"On a Friday night? C'mon, come to the party. We close the shop up at 6:00 and the party doesn't even start until 8:00. You can make it, right?"
"I don't know Corey. I'll try. I mean I'd like to, but--"
"Alright, now you can't back out of it. It'll be a blast, I'm tellin' ya. Be there at 8:00 okay?!"
"Uh, okay." I said.
"Great, now I've got to get to work." He said and strolled away.
I thought for sure I was in deep shit! He'd never been that nice to me before. I guess I just misjudged him before. And the party did sound fun. Especially at Dylans'. He had a cool beach house out on the strip. I'd never been inside, but I'm sure that Corey and the others would all be there, and I couldn't pass up a chance to see all those feet close up! The rest of the day seemed to fly by and I couldn't wait for tomorrow.
At 6:00 sharp the next day, the shop closed up and after I'd cleaned the floors and locked up I made my way back home. I needed to change, and I still had a while before the party started anyway. I arrived at Dylan's at 5 minutes till 8, but rung the bell anyway. I could see that Corey's jeep was already there and Dylan's Accord was out front. Jacob and Tyler had matching RX7's, one black and one blue ...and I noticed that Tyler's' blue one was parked on the other side of Corey's Jeep. Dylan answered the door. God he looked fine. He was barefoot and wore a white wife-beater T-shirt and gray polo shorts.
"C'mon in Adam, the party's just about to get started," he winked at me and let me pass by.
I stood in the doorway to the living room and noticed that there were no balloons or streamers. No music either, that was odd. Oh well, I was early after all. Corey and Tyler walked into the room. Corey was also barefoot and Tyler had on sandals with no socks. Jacob came in from the kitchen. He didn't have on a shirt and looked pretty damn good. He had on gray socks and no shoes.
"Hey man," Jacob said, looking at me.
"We're gonna watch a video okay?" Corey said.
He walked up to me and smiled. "Here, have a drink." He handed me a beer and we all made our way to the living room. Corey popped a tape into the VCR.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked looking at no one in particular.
"Oh, this is it. This is all there'll be at the party." Dylan said. The TV came to life and what I saw both shocked and terrified me. There I was at the bench in the storeroom of the shop, sitting in front of Corey's locker sniffing his sock. The video was taken on Thursday night, right after Corey had left. I watched the screen as it played. I saw myself pull his sock out of his shoe and smell the inside of it. Where was Corey while I was doing that? How did he get this?
"So you like sniffing socks huh?" Corey said. "I thought I caught you one day about a month ago looking at my feet, but I didn't think anything about it. Then later that same day, I almost caught you again. Then last week I left my shoes out in front of my locker and watched from outside and caught you sniffing 'em. I had to be sure, but last night after I left, I set my camera up outside the window of the storeroom and caught the whole thing on tape. What's with you man?" Corey barked.
"Are you a foot fag?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, what's the deal man? Sniffing another guy's socks and shoes?" Dylan asked.
Before I could reply, Corey and Dylan had me by the arms and pulled me up. They pulled/dragged me over to the couch and tossed me down.
"Okay, here's the deal," Corey started. "You're gonna do whatever we say tonight and you're not gonna mention it to anyone. If you don't do what we tell you to, I'm showing my dad this tape and he'll fire your ass. Then he'll probably kill ya after that!"
I was scared. But, I was also a bit excited. What the hell were they gonna do to me?
Part 3-
Corey and Jacob each grabbed an arm and Dylan and Tyler each grabbed a leg and they pulled me from the couch. They dropped me on the rug in the middle of the floor. Dylan and Corey each placed a big foot down on my chest and head to hold me down. Tyler kicked off his sandals and pushed them aside. He placed his foot in my face and smeared it around. The smell from his feet in the sandals was overpowering.
"Smell that foot, bitch." Tyler sneered down at me. "Sniff it. I wanna hear you breathing it in."
Jacob kicked me in the side and then placed his foot on top of his brothers--forcing Tyler's foot to grind harder into my face. "Smell those stinky feet, faggot!" Jacob said.
Corey and Dylan continued to hold me down. Jacob and Tyler removed their feet from my face and stepped back. Corey then actually stood on me. He stepped up onto my chest and looked down at me. He smiled evilly, "You like this bitch?" he said. "You like sniffing socks and feet?"
He placed his foot over my face and continued to stand on me. He stepped off of me and I finally could catch my breath. Corey pulled his shorts down and sat down on the couch. Jacob meanwhile, also placed his big, socked foot up on my chest and was looking down at me. He forced his foot into my mouth. "Suck that sock boy!" he grinned down at me. Corey had pulled his cock out of his underwear and started stroking it.
"Pin his arms behind his back Jacob and bring him over here." Tyler and Jacob pulled me up off of the floor and dragged me over to the couch. Jacob pulled back on my arms so that I was directly over Corey's cock. He then placed his foot on the back of my neck and pushed me down into Corey's crotch.
"Suck my dick, faggot!" Corey yelled.
I took his cock into my mouth and had no choice but to suck it. Jacob continued to shove me down harder and harder on Corey's dick with his foot against the back of my neck. He laughed the whole time, yelling "Yeah, bitch, suck his dick. Suck it!"
"You like sucking socks and sniffing shoes ... well, how do you like my dick in your mouth?" Corey asked.
Jacob eased up on the pressure he was applying to my neck, but he still held my arms tightly behind me. Dylan came over and sat down next to Corey. "Hey man, share a little huh?" he said.
Jacob pulled me up off of Corey's cock and held me upright. Dylan had already pulled his Polo shorts down and was wearing no underwear underneath. His cock was huge! He was partially hard already and Jacob maneuvered me over toward Dylan.
"Suck me baby!" Dylan sneered.
Jacob again placed his socked foot behind my head and pushed me down. My mouth was inches from Dylan's cock. Jacob pushed me down onto Dylan's cock roughly. I began to suck. (Was this really happening to me? I mean, I was scared but extremely excited too!) "Yeah, faggot, suck me. You give great head, man." Dylan smirked.
Suddenly, he pulled Jacob's foot away and Jacob let go of my arms. They were both numb and I could hardly feel them. Dylan used both hands and pushed me harder onto his cock. "I'm gonna cum, boy, I'm gonna cum."
And boy did he! He gushed into me and I swallowed it all like a trooper. He pushed me off of him and I slipped to the floor. Tyler quickly came over and rolled me over onto my stomach. He stood on my back, one foot squarely on the center of my spine and the other on my head.
"Look boys, I'm surfing." He laughed. He walked down my body and stepped off. I was aching all over and my breath was pretty strained. Jacob came over and lay down on the floor next to me. He looked me in the face. "Are you okay footstool? We're not being to rough now are we?"
Corey walked over and planted his foot on the side of my face as I looked at Jacob lying next to me.
"No, he's okay. He loves this shit. I mean, he's got a freakin' hard on. Hey Jacob, you want a blowjob? Adam here gives pretty good head!"
Jacob grinned at me. "No, but you know, I think I need my ass kissed and licked." He jumped up quickly and pulled off his shorts and underwear. He lay on the floor next to me again. "Corey, have him lick my ass for me okay?"
Corey grabbed my arms again any pulled them up behind me. He pushed me down so that my face hit Jacob's ass. Corey put his foot on my neck like Jacob had done to me earlier and pushed me into Jacob's hot ass. "Lick it!" Corey demanded. I began to lick Jacob's ass. I kissed it like they asked me too. "Lick him ... eat him out." Corey said.
He pressed down harder on my head with his foot. Jacob reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I licked and rimmed him pretty good. I knew he liked it by the way he moaned. "That's it bitch, oh yeah, eat me. Eat me out." Jacob whimpered. Finally, Jacob was satiated and Corey stepped off of me. I lay there exhausted.
"You were pretty good faggot!" Corey said.
He maneuvered his foot up underneath my side and flipped me over onto my back. He began stroking himself and placed his big foot up on my chest. Tyler and Jacob joined him by standing over me. Jacob had removed his socks and paced his big foot on my stomach. He too began stroking himself. Tyler put his foot on my neck. It was hard to breathe, but I really didn't mind all that much. Then they all three started to jerk off. Dylan stood up and watched. I guess since he had already shot his load earlier that's about all he could do. Simultaneously all three ejaculated at the same time. It rained cum down on me. They loved it. I loved it too. They smeared they're cream all over me. It squished and smacked. I shot my load immediately. God it was incredible. I was truly weak from the ordeal.
"That was pretty hot boy." Tyler said. They made me lick the cum off their feet and finally pulled me to a sitting position.
"You passed." Corey said. He took the tape and tossed it in the trash. "My dad won't hear about this. But you know I think it'd be a good idea if you came to our parties more often. This was fun." He grinned at me.
They allowed me to shower and I left. Since then all four have been a lot nicer to me and I've even been back a few times. Oh my, the fun I've had!
