Date: Mon, 31 May 2021 19:27:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: execsocks@aol.com
Subject: The Story of Roger and Tony

(Hope you guys like this story)

Title: The Story of Roger and Tony
Author: Christopher Trevor

When I was in the Airforce my best buddy's name was Roger. My name is
Tony. I used to call him Roger Doger. We used to joke how we had the same
names as the two buddies in the Airforce on the TV show "I Dream of
Jeannie." Anyway, I'm long since retired from the Airforce now and
haven't seen or heard from Roger in many years. However, because of a
certain magazine I recently discovered I thought I would write down this
story. It happened many years ago when Roger and I were in the Airforce.
We both had the rank of Major, which afforded us our own offices on the
base where we were stationed. One morning I had some forms that I needed
Roger to sign off on so I walked to his office dressed in my navy blue
Airforce uniform.
I knocked twice and walked into Roger's office. He was talking on the
phone with his big feet propped up on his desk. He waved me into his
office. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Roger held up a hand,
indicating he would be with me in a moment or two.
"Take you time," I whispered and sat at the edge of his desk, right
next to his propped up feet.
As Roger spoke to the person on the phone, who was obviously his present
girlfriend I stared at his big feet. Roger's Airforce issued black
lace-up shoes were highly polished, as they were meant to be. He was
wearing his ever-present black nylon socks which come up to the knee,
OTCs (Over the calf) as they're called. Roger always hated crossing his
leg and showing skin above his sock, which was why he wore the long up to
the knee socks.
As he continued talking on the phone I placed my fingers around the top
of Roger's shoe, running my fingers up and down it. We looked at each
other and thought for sure that Roger was about to pull his foot away
from me. Instead he wiggled his toes in his shoe. I proceeded to toy with
the laces of his shoe, tugging on them and winding them around my
fingers. Slowly, Roger was winding up his telephone conversation with his
girlfriend. I moved my hand to his black socked ankle and gave it a
squeeze. His black nylon sock somehow felt erotic to the touch. Again
Roger did not pull his foot away.
"Okay honey, I have to go now," Roger said into the phone receiver. "I
have someone in my office who needs my attention. See you soon."
Roger blew a kiss and hung up the phone. I didn't move my hand from his
foot.
"How's it going Tony?" Roger asked me.
"I need you to sign these papers," I said, placing the papers on his
desk.
"No problem," Roger replied, watching me as I continued moving my hand
over his foot.
"What's up man?" he asked me with a smile. "You uh, you got a thing
for my feet or something?"
I stood up facing him and without a word placed both my hands around one
of his feet.
"Sure, why not?" I asked him. "Didn't you ever have one of your
girlfriends lick your feet?"
"L-lick my feet?" he asked. "No, but it sure sounds really kinky..."
I snapped his sock and looked at him intently.
"When I was a camp counselor years ago there were two guys there who
used to get off on licking my feet after we had gone for a hike in the
hot sun. They would suck the sweat out of my socks and then service my
bare feet with their tongues and lips...for as long as I wanted them," I
said. "I have to admit it felt great. I used to get off on it big
time."
Roger looked at me in wonderment and said he didn't believe he could get
off on someone licking his feet. I looked at him with a smile and let go
of his foot.
"Tell you what Roger Doger, you let me lick your feet and I bet, I just
bet, you will get so hard from it that you'll be creaming in your under
shorts in no time," I said to my buddy in a challenging tone of voice.
Looking at me still in wonderment I could tell that Roger was considering
my challenge.
"And if you lose?" he asked me. "In other words, if I don't get
off..."
"I'll buy you dinner," I said to him. "Your restaurant choice. But,
if I win and you do get off I get to keep the socks you're wearing as a
souvenir."
Roger grinned in disbelief and said, "Keep my socks as a souvenir. Just
what every guy wants, a pair of another dude's worn socks. Okay Tony,
you're on."
I told Roger to settle back in his chair and get comfortable with his
feet up on his desk. I took off my navy blue uniform jacket and slowly
unlaced my buddy's right shoe, and then, slowly, so slowly, pulled it
off his foot...and heavily and heartily sniffed the inside of it.
"Shit that must smell rancid..." Roger said. "I mean, with the way my
feet sweat in my socks..."
I put the shoe down on the floor and kneeled down, my face directly next
to Roger's socked foot. I sniffed his socked foot a few times and then
stuck out my tongue. I began by licking the sides of my buddy's foot
slowly, up and down, dribbling some hot saliva it and licking it up right
after.
"Oh shit, that does feel good," Roger said, sounding surprised.
"Shit...I never knew..."
Roger wiggled his toes under his sock and I placed my hand around his
beautifully shaped foot. I caressed it as I went to work on the bottom of
that foot, licking it and lightly tickling my best buddy. Roger sat with
his arms crossed and watched in awe as I ran my tongue up and down the
bottom of his foot. I moved to his ankles and sucked them, even kissing
them a few times. Then, I returned to work on licking and sucking the
sides of Roger's socked foot. I wrapped my lips around the side of his
foot at one point and pulled some of his sock into my mouth. I sucked on
it like a madman.
"Damn, my feet must stink and you're licking and sucking on them as if
your life depended on it," Roger quipped.
My best buddy watched as I unlaced his other shoe and slowly pulled it
off his foot. I looked at him and asked if he was getting off on what I
was doing.
With a grin on his face, Roger said, "Maybe..."
On his other foot I sucked his toes through his black nylon sock. Roger
closed his eyes and moaned contentedly.
"Yeah, even sucking on my damned toes," Roger said breathlessly. "I
think I'm going to want this all the time buddy boy..."
I pushed Roger's feet together and licked and licked the bottoms of them
like crazy. By now my buddy's socks were wet with my saliva and in for
even more. I just couldn't seem to get enough. I sucked his two big toes
at the same time and Roger moaned like a man in heat. He would definitely
get off on this and I would win his socks. I then stood up, rolled
Roger's uniform trousers up to his knees and slowly licked his socks all
over, from his feet to his calves, to his legs. Roger could not deny
t6hat he was in a state of ecstasy.
"Feels soooooo good..." he crooned. "So fucking good..."
When Roger's socks were thoroughly soaked with my saliva and his foot
sweat I gave them another good tongue washing and then slowly rolled them
off his feet. I placed his socks with my jacket and then looked at his
big bare feet up on the desk. They looked magnificent, to say the least.
I wanted to work on them for days. I kneeled down and began by sucking
one of roger's big toes into my mouth. He again crooned in ecstasy,
fighting it seemed to keep his hands away from his crotch. I licked his
bare smelly feet all over, slowly washing them with my tongue and sucking
the sweat out of them.
"I'm getting some ideas here Tony," Roger said. "Some real kinky
ideas..."
I smiled and continued licking Roger's feet. When I was done I looked at
my friend.
"Feeling good?" I asked him.
"Better than good," Roger responded. "I have a great idea. Get those
damned socks of mine back onto my feet and take off your tie."
Moments later Roger's socks were back on his feet. He was sitting in his
chair with his socked feet on the swivel mechanism on the bottom of his
chair. He had tied my hands behind me with my tie and I was now kneeling
before him with my head all the way down at his feet. I was busily
licking and sucking his toes as he sat there watching me.
"Oh yeah, keep it up buddy boy," Roger said demandingly. "I'm going
to have you doing this for me a lot from now on."
I licked the tops of his feet and by then my cock was pulsing in my
uniform pants. I was wishing then that I had not allowed my buddy to tie
my hands behind me. It was frustrating to say the least...Roger crossed
one leg over his knee and I sat up straight on my knees.
"Go ahead..." he said, pointing at his foot.
I obediently did as I was told. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth
against Roger's wet sock. He moaned like crazy as I kissed his foot, his
calf, and leg. Again, I sucked the side of his sock into my mouth and
sucked on it like it was a cock. After a while more Roger rolled his
socks off his feet, wiped them all over my face, and said that it looked
like I had won. He untied my hands and I stood up. He handed me his
smelly socks and congratulated me.
I tossed his socks up and down in my hand a few times and told him that I
would agree to service his feet anytime, as long as I could keep his
socks each time.
Now, years later, I live alone. In a closet in my home I have a box
filled...with Roger's old socks.

				 /The End/