Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2015 22:03:38 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Foot Friend 2

This story is entirely fictional. If you don't like it or shouldn't read it,
please skip it. And yeah there's a heavy "foot" theme. Don't like that also
skip it.  My other stories can all be found at

   http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#krischrandes

If you want to contact me drop a note to <krchr@hotmail.com>. I'll be slow
to respond, but I'll get there.

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I saw Jason again the next day but we only had time to exchange nods before
Mr. Lewis' class. Kyle was still a dumbass and didn't entertain me by playing
with his shoes. Victor had worn those Keene sandals where you can see little
glimpses of feet but never really see enough to be satisfying. And Mr. Lewis
was teaching introductory simple stuff. All of which left me completely
frustrated and bored the whole period. After class I found Jason waiting in
the hallway outside. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for me but I said hello.

"Hey," he answered back and then we both stood there a little awkward.

"Where do you usually eat lunch?" I asked.

"I just wolf my sandwich on the benches outside the lunchroom and then go to
the library."

"Why?"

"I hate having homework at home so I usually get it done there."

"You're a better man," I said. "Can I join you today?"

"Sure."

We walked to the benches where we both sat and ate our packed lunches with
little to say. Soon as he was done -- and he really did eat fast -- Jason
packed up. I hurriedly stuffed the remains of my lunch away and followed him.

In the library he was also true to his word. We sat at the same table across
from each other and worked on our assignments. A couple of younger kids sat
at the next table just goofing around. They kept distracting me but Jason
ignored them. I tried to keep pace with him but by the end of the period he'd
finished everything and I'd only gotten through half of Algebra. Still, that
was more than I usually did.

Leaving the library Jason finally loosened up a little and we talked.

It was the same the next day. This time he opened up a little more. We were
into some of the same games and music. He seemed scarily intense all the time
but after a while I started to see past that. There was a mischievous humor
under there too.

He invited me over to his house first.

I got a permission form and took the bus to his house after school where his
mom met us at the door. There was apparently no house rule about shoes at his
house because he wore his sneakers all the way to his room so I kept my shoes
on too. I'd been careful to wear sneakers and socks instead of my deck shoes
just in case. We sat in his room and actually worked on history. He sat at
his desk and I sat on the edge of the bed. About an hour later Jason's older
brother came into his room. Without a greeting he said, "I'm not driving you
to band tomorrow. I told mom."

"Ok," Jason said without looking up.

"This your new boyfriend?" he asked.

Jason, still without looking up said, "Oh, that reminds me. Your girlfriend
called. Here's the message." Jason picked up a folded slip of paper from his
desk and held it out without looking at him. Jason's brother took it, opened
it, then yelled, "Fuck you, you little faggot!" He threw the paper on the
floor and walked out leaving the door open. Jason laughed.

"What did it say?" I asked.

"Go look," he said.

I got up and picked up the note. It said, 'Eat a dick.'

"Do you keep this sort of thing on your desk for this occasion?" I asked.

"Always be prepared. That's my motto."

I began to understand why he'd stood up to those library harpies so quickly.
He'd been doing it his whole life.

His confidence was broken a short while later when I was waiting for my dad
to pick me up. I was looking at a photo collage on the wall and had spotted
the picture of Jason, about 5 years old, sitting on the beach in just a
little swimsuit, his bare soles facing the camera. This was the first time I
got to see his feet although of a much younger version of him. Still, I was
fascinated. About that point his mom saw me looking and volunteered that this
was one of her favorite photos of Jason. Then she continued saying how he
didn't like it because he never wanted to show his feet. I grinned at Jason,
who was looking supremely embarrassed with a noticeable red flush creeping up
his neck.

No more was said because my dad arrived and I went home, thinking about that
the whole way. I wasn't the only weirdo. Now I was sure.


A few weeks later we'd settled into a routine pattern. I spent a couple
lunches a week at the library with Jason. My best friend Connor was getting
irritated but other than the thrill of finding another foot weirdo, I was
actually liking getting all of my homework done at school and having my
nights free. And I had to admit to myself that I was liking Jason too.

Eventually we arranged for Jason to have a sleepover at my house one Friday
night. My mom was going to be out of town which was perfect. My dad slept
like a log. Once he was upstairs we could pretty much do anything. I racked
my brains trying to figure out how to get something to happen with Jason
thinking that this might be my only chance, but I really couldn't come up
with a plan. Although I figured being a sleepover I'd at least get to see him
barefoot.

I'd planned ahead again and worn my sneakers and socks so I wouldn't be
spending the whole night barefoot but I was hoping Jason would. He rode the
bus home with me and we walked to my house. It was getting cold out but it
was still a relief to take off my sweaty sneakers at the door. I motioned to
Jason to do the same. He unlaced his sneakers and put them next to mine on
the shoe shelf. He was wearing his usual tall socks. The sight of his sock
covered toes peaking out of his jeans was really exciting for me though.

My dad wasn't home yet so we went to the kitchen and I fixed a snack and put
it on the table with two cups of lemonade. We sat at the kitchen table and
talked. I hadn't finished my homework, and knew my dad would give me crap if
it wasn't done, so I did it at the table. Jason was helping me in between
reading something on his phone. At some point I felt his foot touch mine and
I paused mid-word. I sat frozen for a second pretending to think then I felt
his foot lightly rub mine and withdrawal. I looked up but he was engrossed in
his phone and I couldn't tell if he'd done it on purpose. With difficulty I
went back to my homework but left my feet in exactly the same place hoping
that it would happen again. It didn't.

Dad came home and made dinner. Talked to Jason. Made stupid jokes. You know,
the usual. Afterwards he said it'd been a long day and he was going straight
upstairs to bed. I knew he'd be up for a while on his laptop but that meant
Jason and I could go watch some TV downstairs where we'd be sleeping. Our
house was built on a hill. You entered on the middle floor. Upstairs were the
bedrooms. Downstairs was sort of like a basement rec room except there was a
sliding glass door in the back. It opened under the main deck and then out
into the yard. Facing the TV were two chairs. We each plopped into one and
watched the movie Jason had brought over. I didn't pay very good attention. I
was still plotting in my head and stealing the occasional glance at him.

When the movie was done I showed Jason how each of the chairs folded out and
became a narrow guest bed. We pulled the chairs out so his was along side the
sliding glass door at the back. Mine was parallel with his and with the inside
wall. At the foot of my bed was the door leading upstairs. We got sheets and
blankets from the hall closet and made up the beds.

I told Jason to use the basement bathroom to get ready and I said I was going
to grab something from my room and get ready for bed upstairs. What I was
really doing was making sure that my dad was asleep. Sure enough there was a
loud relentless snoring coming from my parent's room. I didn't even have to
get that close to tell. I went into my bedroom, changed into a pair of loose
running shorts over my best boxer briefs (dark gray) and put on a t-shirt. I
went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could.

I hurried back downstairs because I wanted to be there for Jason climbing
into his bed. I got back before him so I jumped into my bed. Under the
blankets I took my socks off and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. I
always loved the feel of my bare feet touching the sheets. Jason came out of
the bathroom in his sleepwear, a long pair of loose pajama pants and a shirt,
and still wearing the socks. He climbed into bed without taking them off, the
bastard.

I turned off the light, which I could reach from my bed. As my eyes adjusted
I could still see pretty well. The porch light lit the room through the
sliding glass door. It was breezy out and shadows of trees danced through the
room.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sleep in," Jason said. "I'm never allowed to do it at home. Either my mom is
waking me up for chores and studying or my asshole brother bangs on my door
just because he can. He figures if he has to be up I have to be too."

"Well that shouldn't be a problem," I said. "My dad will probably be up early
but he won't bother us. He may even go out for coffee for a couple of hours.
He likes to do that."

"Good," Jason said.

"In fact," I said. "I'll lock the door so he can't bug us." Of course I had a
another reason for wanting the door locked. I got up on the far side of the
bed from Jason, went over to the door and locked it with a click. Then I
climbed back into bed. I could see Jason peering at me intently as he lay in
his bed.

"Is that what you usually sleep in?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "What about you?"

"I usually sleep in just my boxers," I said. "But I thought I'd dress up for
company."

"No need to do that on my account," he said.

I had no response. We lay there in the dark for a while. Neither of us really
going to sleep. I don't know what was on Jason's mind, but I was thinking
about how to make something happen with him without even really knowing what
I wanted that something to be.

I decided to strip down to my boxers in my bed. I didn't say anything to
Jason. I just sat up. My mouth was inexplicably dry as I removed my shirt. I
hiked my butt up and took off my shorts. I put everything on the floor next
to the bed/chair where I'd be able to grab it if I needed to but also where
he could see it. Jason was looking at the clothes and at me. I felt really
exposed even though this truly was how I normally slept.

We lay there in silence some more. I was staring at the ceiling trying to
decide what to do when my stomach growled.

"Wow," Jason said.

"Yeah," I said. "Maybe I'll go get a snack."

I reached out and got my shorts and put them back on under the covers, but
left my shirt off. I slid out of bed, unlocked the door, and padded silently
upstairs in my bare feet. I really liked the feeling. I usually wore socks in
the house but whenever I was home alone I loved to walk around barefoot. And
sometimes naked. I grabbed some cookies and brought them back downstairs,
relocking the door, and got back into the bed before Jason could get a good
look at me.

I ate one and offered him the bag. He took a cookie and munched on it.

"I forgot drinks," I said.

"You forgot drinks," Jason said.

"Guess I should go get them," I said.

"Dare you go do it in your boxers."

I really wanted to but I also didn't want to appear too eager so I paused,
then said ok. I pulled my shorts off under the blankets for the second time
and dropped them on the floor. Then slid out of bed opposite Jason and went
upstairs. I grabbed two glasses and filled them with water from the tap then
came back downstairs. Nervousness was thankfully keeping me from getting
completely hard but I looked down and I could see that I was filling out the
boxer briefs pretty well.

I had to set one of the glasses down to close and lock the door and when I
turned back I could see Jason watching me. He seemed to have a hungry look on
his face.  I walked over to him, putting my crotch very near his face, and
handed him the water. He said thanks and looked me up and down. I turned and
slid back into bed putting my untouched cup of water on the book shelf beside
me.

Jason took a drink, "It's warm," he said.

"Sorry, your majesty."

"You're forgiven."

"If you don't like it go get a cup of ice."

"Ok," he said. Jason slid out of his bed and stood up.

"You should do it in your underwear too," I said.

"No way," he said.

"Chicken," I called out as he went through the door.

I hoped he'd be smart enough to not use the ice dispenser. It was loud. He
didn't and I was listening carefully for noise when heard him coming quietly
back down the stairs. I could tell he paused just outside the door but I
didn't know why. Then a shirt flew in and landed on my bed. Next was his pair
of pajama pants. Jason walked into the room holding a glass of ice and
wearing only his tighty-whities and a pair of tube socks. He looked
ridiculous and yet it was also making me hard. He locked the door behind him
and then darted for bed and jumped under the covers.

Jason took out a couple of ice cubes with his fingers and plopped him in his
glass of water. "Toss me my clothes back," he said.

"Nah."

"C'mon."

I had an idea. I grabbed up Jason's clothes in my hand, got up, walked around
his bed, and pushed the sliding glass door. I went out into the cool night.
My nipples immediately got hard and my toes curled a little touching the
concrete. I walked to the edge of the patio, which went a little further out
than the deck above, and placed his clothes on the edge of a planter. I went
back to the door. As I got near the porch light I could see I'd made a wet spot
on the front of my tented boxers. There was not much point in trying to hide
it and I'd have to walk right around Jason's bed. I could see him noticing. I
got back under the covers of my bed and said, "There. You just have to take a
little stroll."

"Jerk."

"Yes," I said.

Jason took a deep breath and then went out after his clothes. I watched him
walk all the way out. Grab his clothes and turn back toward me. He started to
cover his crotch then dropped his hands to his sides. His underwear looked a
little tented too I thought as he climbed back in to the bed. He held on to
his pajamas on top of the covers but made no move to put them on.

"You do that often?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"Wander outside in your underwear?"

"Sometimes," I said. "Sometimes, less."

"You've gone outside naked?" he asked.

"Once or twice. It feels good."

"You?"

Jason shook his head. "Dare you to do it now," he said.

I wanted to. But I didn't want to walk past him naked. So I got up, went to
the door where I pulled off my underwear and walked out onto the deck holding
them in my hand. I was completely hard and pointing into the night as I
walked. The breeze picked up again and I could really feel my nakedness. When
I got to the place here I'd put Jason's clothes a minute a ago, I stood
facing the yard for a minute then pulled my underwear back on, turned, and
walked back. Again I made no attempt to cover myself. I was so hard the
elastic of my shorts barely touched my stomach. I got back in my bed and
looked over at Jason.

"You try it," I said.

"I don't know."

"You dared me. I'm daring you back."

Jason took a deep breath and repeated my actions almost exactly. I watched
his pale and seemingly perfect ass, and those ridiculous tube socks, walk
slowly out into the night. He came back wearing a pair of very tented
underwear and got into bed.

I was thinking to myself what to do next when Jason said, "Dare you to leave
everything here and go out and come back naked."

I went for it. I got up and walked to the door. I dropped my boxers with my
ass facing Jason and walked out. I took my time, walking around. I felt a
drop of precum fall as I walked. On my way back I put my hand over my
hard-on. Futilely trying to bend it up against my stomach and trying to cover
it with my hand. When I got to the door I looked down and my underwear was
gone. I looked at Jason who was grinning.

"Fair's fair," he said.

I ran around the bed and dove for the covers, sliding into my bed completely
naked. Jason was still grinning. I looked down on the floor and noticed my
shorts and shirt were gone too.

"You going to give them back?" I asked.

"Maybe put them out on the deck. No, that's too simple. I'll think of
something."

"Maybe I'll just come get them from you," I said.

"Doubt you can," he said, lolling over onto his stomach so my clothes were
underneath him.

I got out of bed, one hand holding my dick and went over to the foot of his
bed. I reached under the covers and started feeling around. I felt a sock. I
felt a hairy leg. I reached up farther and then touched his thigh. Jason was
giggling. He bunched up my clothes under his stomach It made his ass stick
up in the air. That gave me a really good, or maybe a really bad, idea. I
reached all the way up, grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked
them down.

"Hey," he said.

Before he could get his hands out I pulled the underwear down and off past
his flailing feet. I ran back to my bed holding my prize, forgetting to cover
my hard-on which waggled in front of me. I dove under the covers holding on
to his underwear while he had all of my clothes.

"That wasn't fair," he said. "Also, nearly ripped my dick off."

"So small damage," I said.

"Big enough to choke you," he said.

"Prove it," I said.

Jason rolled onto his back and started pulling the blankets down. Really? My
eyes were fixed. He pulled the blankets off and gave me a glimpse of a decent
sized erection that stood up from his body but pointed up toward his belly
button. He wasn't circumcised, unlike me, and his head was narrow, purple,
and exposed. Before I'd begun to drink it in he pulled the blankets back up.

I got out of the bed holding Jason's underwear but making no attempt to cover
myself. I had planned to take his underwear out on the deck as I'd promised
earlier but impulsively I peeled back the covers and jumped into bed with
Jason. It was so narrow we were immediately touching. He didn't seem shocked.
Didn't ask what I was doing. He just reached out and grabbed hold of my dick.
I didn't think it was possible but I felt it get harder. He tried to stroke
back and forth and I had to grab his hand. I think he was expecting loose
foreskin. I said "gentle" and he nodded, stroking me more lightly and I
shuddered.

I dropped the underwear and searched around until I found Jason's dick. He
groaned. I stroked the foreskin back and forth. He moved closer to each other
touching our lengths and stroking faster. I put my face into his neck and
wrapped my feet around his legs, instinctively wanting to be closer.

I came first. I stopped stroking Jason while I came. He started pushing his
cock against my hand. I held it tight and resumed stroking then felt the
pulses as he orgasmed. He came a lot more than I did, shooting into my hand
and onto both of us. He was squirming and groaning. I shushed him and he
quieted down, but still pushing against my hand until he finally relaxed.

I guess we'd given up the pretense that this was a dare. I felt a wave of
guilt but I determinedly ignored it. We were just laying there naked holding
each others' softening cocks. After a while he said, "Made a mess."

"We can move to my bed," I said, but either one of us moved.

After a minute he said, "Guess we should." We got up. I handed him my shirt
to wipe himself off with and he did. I used my shorts and dropped them back
on the floor in a pile. I'd have to wash those myself tomorrow. We went over
to my bed and both climbed in. He lay on his back. I was on my side facing
him. After a moment I gave in to temptation and put my hand on his thigh.
When he didn't say anything I moved it to his now soft dick and cupped it
gently. He sighed.

I wasn't sure if we were going to talk about it. But the fact that he was
willing to stay in the bed with me and let me touch him I thought was a good
sign. I decided to ask what I'd been wanting to.

"What's with the socks?" I asked.

Jason didn't say anything. I rubbed a bare foot against his socked foot. I
felt a little stir in his dick. And mine for that matter.

"I don't know," he said. "I just don't like people to see my feet."

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "I think they're ugly and it just feels really...
private."

"Have you noticed where my hand is?"

"Definitely."

"I...."

"What?" he asked.

"Sounds silly," I said.

"Go on."

"I want you to be completely naked. I want to... I want to touch all of you."

"Ok," he whispered.

He didn't make any move so I sat up and scooted toward the foot of the bed.
Under the blanket I found the top of his sock and pulled it down. He raised
his leg a little to make it easier. I pulled it off and tossed it on the
floor. Then I went right for the other leg and pulled that one off too. I lay
back down facing him and pressed our legs, and our bare feet, together. I put
my hand back where it had been on his cock and found him completely hard
again.

I pushed my body against his and rubbed his cock lightly. I rubbed his feet
with mine and started stroking his cock more aggressively, alternating
squeezes and strokes the way I liked it. He started squirming and before I
knew it he was coming again, but not very much came out this time. When he
relaxed I squeezed him and he shuddered.

"Never done it twice in a row before," he said.

I didn't take my hand off his cock and he didn't ask me to. We just stayed
where we were. I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up a few hours
later. It was cold in the room. I got up and closed the sliding door then
found my boxers. I went quietly upstairs. My dad's door was still closed so I
went into my room and got some clothes for morning then crept back
downstairs. I relocked the door, dropped my boxers, and slid naked back into
bed with Jason.

In the morning I woke up hard and pressed against him. I looked at the clock.
He got his wish about sleeping in. I rubbed my hand down his side. He groaned
and pressed harder into me. I figured we'd better get up so I reluctantly got
out of bed. As I started to go around and get my clothes I stopped. I pulled
the blankets up and exposed Jason's bare feet. They were pale, soft, and
slim. They were gorgeous. I couldn't resist. I started rubbing his feet one
in each hand. He pulled them back under the covers then sat up blinking.

"What are you doing?" he asked speaking softly.

"They're perfect," I said.

"What?"

"You said they were ugly. They're not."

"Oh," he said.

"Can I?"

He slowly pushed his feet back out and I began rubbing them again. Tracing
the shape, feeling each toe, and rubbing the soft pink soles. He groaned. I
heard the creaking that I knew meant my dad was coming down the stairs. I
pulled the blankets back over Jason's feet and dove for the other bed, just
in case.

My dad knocked on the door. "You guys want breakfast, or you just sleeping
all the way until dinner?"

"We'll be right there," I yelled back.

He went back up the stairs without a word. I grinned at Jason and he grinned
back. I got back out of bed again and he laughed, looking at my dick once
again pointing at him.

"I'll take care of that later," he said.

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