Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2019 00:54:28 -0500 From: Thomas Marshall Subject: Chris and His Feet-Chapter 3 This story is non-fictional and happened when I was younger, it involves two young friends and if you don't like this content or cannot legally view it please do not read further. All names have been changed to protect identities. Chris and his feet-Chapter 3 During our week at scout camp, Chris and I did plenty more than just fool around, and while that's the week we really started to hang around with other guys, especially my friend Mike. He was a family friend I had known for years. He was Chris's age, but tall, almost as tall as me, skinny as a rail, and he has short wavy hair, so blond it was almost white. He only wore Nike clothes, black Nike half-calf socks and a worn out pair of Nike runners. I had never done anything with him, but I always wanted to. After camp, Chris told me he wanted him being awake while I worshipped him to be a treat. I was a bit upset, but even then knew rarity would make it better. He assured me he'd still spit in my mouth as he pleased, which I was all to eager to accept. And boy did he abuse that! It wasn't long before he'd make me kneel in front of him in a store at the mall to take his spit. But no matter what I always loved it, and I continued to worship him as he slept, but now with the choice of his feet, ass, or pits! Things only got really interesting when I came over one day to find Mike hanging with Chris. I was slightly disappointed that I probably wouldn't get any action, but it was fine, I loved hanging with Mike. We had a great time playing Halo for a few hours, and at one point, I got up to grab a Coke. As I reached the bottom of the stairs up into Chris's house, I noticed Mike's Nikes sitting right next to Chris's Reeboks. I leaned down and pressed Mike's shoe to my nose and took a whiff. It smelled amazing! Completely different from Chris's and I loved it almost as much. I took a few more deep breaths, but I heard someone coming. It was Chris, who saw me squatting down over Mike's shoes and a cute smile came over his face as I started to blush. "I had a feeling you liked Mike like that" he said. "Yea, so what?" I said, a little nervous, but trusting Chris not to tell anyone. "Just be careful" he said "If you're horny though, just stick out your tongue and I'll give you a present" I stuck it out, expecting him to hock a few loogies for me to swallow, but instead he pulled his pants down and run my tongue up his ass crack. That was definitely a gift! I went, grabbed a soda and came back to watch movies with the guys. Later on, Mike was first to fall asleep, and Chris reached out in the dark and pulled me to follow him out into the hall. "Dude, you should lick Mike's feet!" he said. "Are you crazy!" I replied "If he wakes up, he'll kill me!" "Dude, you know he won't. You remember scout camp, he sleeps like a rock!" Chris wasn't wrong. Almost every night someone would draw dicks on his face or something stupid like that. Chris and I went back and forth for a while, but my judgement got the better of me, and I decided to go for it. I crept back into the basement room, laid down on my stomach and put my head under the blanket covering Mike, looking for his feet as I had done with Chris many times. I found them, still wearing his usual black Nike socks and stuck my nose in his toes. What a great smell! His socks were slightly crunchy from dried up sweat and they smelled great! I gently manuevered his toes into my mouth with a little difficulty, his feet were size 9s, and sucked his feet through the sweaty sock, hungrily sucking down his salty sweat. Very slowly I removed his sock, and looked at his bare foot with the light of my cell phone. His heels were rather rough, but the rest of his feet were nice and soft. But what interested me was the black sock lint. There was more on his feet that night than on Chris's feet that night at camp! Especially between his toes was covered in his delicious toe jam. I greedily sucked it up, as well as lint all over his soles, and even sucked up the lint and filth from underneath his toenails, and it was delicious! I went to bed that night very satisfied, with my stomach full of boy sweat. After discovering that Mike really was a deep sleeper, I continued doing this everytime we hung out. It was always so good, I even did it when Mike slept at my house, just me and him. After probably a few weeks of this, I was riding the bus into school one morning when I got a text from Chris. "did u tell Mike about ur thing" I started getting nervous, we called my foot fetish my "thing" "nope" "shit, we gotta talk. find me at lunch" I quietly shit myself, and told him I would. When lunch rolled around I found him off near the bathrooms, he didn't look worried. He explained to me that Mike came up to him at scouts the previous night and told him the light from my phone woke him up as I licked his feet. Idiot! I couldn't believe I was so stupid, I felt like I wanted to just die. Chris assured me that he wasn't mad, and in fact Mike wanted to talk about it, but was too scared of me. That sort of calmed my nerves, but my mind didn't stop racing all week. When Friday finally came, Chris called and said he had a baseball game after school so I should come in the later afternoon. That was fine, I helped my dad do the brakes on his old truck, which wasn't bad considering it had to be 85 °, a hot day for New England fall weather, and by the time we were done he drove me to Chris's. Boy was I surprised to come in and see Chris and Mike hanging out, wearing their full uniforms still! Light blue and white shirts, with white pants stained with dirt, a blue cap and blue socks with a white stripe to match the shirt. Mike had, of course, Nike black cleats, and Chris had a white Adidas pair. They must've kicked the dirt off before they came in, but their cleats were still dirty. Thank God I was wearing jeans, so it was easy to conceal the boner I got from seeing these two cute boys wearing their sweaty gear. The arousal was quickly replaced with fear though, when I remembered what Mike knew. I played it cool, sat down on the couch with them, and acted like I wasn't nervous or horny or anything, just normal. Mike and Chris both greeted me warmly, and started talking about their game and how Mike had won it. Things went like usual, but neither Mike nor Chris took off anything, not even their cleats. Later in the afternoon, when we were trying to decide what to do next, Chris said: "Well, I'm gonna go upstairs for a few minutes, you guys got something you should talk about. I'll be back." Oh God, I knew it was coming sometime, but it didn't stop from blushing damn near immediately. With that, Chris walked out of the room and up the stairs. I looked at Mike and he was looking at me with a face I couldn't read. I started crying, not overly so, just a few tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I really liked Mike as a friend and I was afraid I ruined everything. "It's okay John, there's no reason to be scared, okay?" he said reassuringly. "You mean you're not pissed at me?" I said, still tearing up. "If I was, don't you think I would've stopped you when I woke up the other night?" I perked up a little bit, and looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" Now he was blushing a bit, and kinda looking at the floor. "Well, I.. guess I, I guess I kinda liked it" he stammered. I think I did a good job hiding my shock until he looked at me with a little bit of a begging tone and said "Will you do it again some time?" "Of course I will Mike, I love it!" I replied, failing to hide my enthusiasm. "Awesome John, thanks for not judging me man" We did a little bro hug, then sat watching TV until Chris came down. "You guys all good?". We both nodded our heads. "Good, you guys wanna walk to Burger King, my parents said it's cool". We agreed, and off we went, again, like everything was normal. But they still were wearing their full uniforms, which was starting to be a bit weird, but I didn't wanna mention it and sound like a pervert, so I just walked behind and enjoyed looking at their cute butts in those baseball pants. We got to BK and ordered our food, and while we were waiting, Mike went to the bathroom. "So how'd it go with Mike?" "He said we're cool" I replied. "Did he say you could keep doing it?" Chris asked. "Man, are you high?!I didn't ask him that" I lied. He just shrugged his shoulders, dropped the subject, and went back to talking football with me, Chris is a Broncos fan, he was born in Colorado, but Mike and I are Patriots fans through and through. A minute or two after Mike came back from the bathroom, they called our order and I got up to grab it. I couldn't see them from the counter, but I saw them start talking as I walked away from the table. When I came back at sat down with our food, they smiled at each other. "Wanna start now?" Chris said to Mike. He grabbed my drink and opened the lid. "Yea" Chris hocked a loogie into my Coke, then passed it to Mike and he did the same and gave it back to me. I realized what was going on, and to be honest, for some reason I was fine with it. I said "Thank you" kinda sarcastically and took a drink. We all laughed and ate, but by the end I must've drank 50% Coke 50% spit. Mike even took my burger and spat on it, which almost made Chris spit his burger out! It was really funny and friendly, I really didn't feel judged for it. We finished eating, and Chris said: "You ready for the real stuff when we get back Mike?" "Hell yea I am!" was his rather excited reply, which made me excited too. If Chris told him about spitting what else had he told him? We walked back home and once we came in and established Chris's family was asleep, he came downstairs and asked if I was ready. I said yes, and he once again opened my mouth with his hand and started to spit in it, with Mike joining in moments later. I sank to my knees before them, and my dick started to stiffen quick. After a few loogies from each of them, Chris looked at Mike and said "You wanna see him get real nasty?" Mike nodded eagerly, and Chris grinned ear to ear. Chris spun around and pulled down his pants and jock, exposing his perfect ass. I was wicked horny, and since I knew what Chris wanted, I pressed my nose up his ass crack before he even got a hold of my head to push and started taking the longest, deepest breaths I possibly could, desperate to fill my lungs with the stink of his sweaty ass. Mike must've been shocked, and he asked "You actually like that John?!" I replied, but I don't think he heard me, because I wouldn't pull my head away to speak. "Wanna see how much he loves it?" asked Chris "Let Mike hear you beg me to smell it John". He pulled my head an inch or two away from his intoxicating ass. "Please sir it smells better than I've ever smelt it, please let me taste it, please please I promise I'll clean it with my tongue, please, I need it sir" I had never called Chris "sir" before, but it just felt right in that moment. "Does he always call you sir?" Mike asked, still bewildered. "No, but I think he should, don't you boy?" Chris asked me by grinding his sweet boy butt harder against my face. "Yes sir, definitely sir" "Good boy, but why don't you sniff Mike's ass first before I let you clean mine?" "And call me master, boy" said Mike, which really surprised me, he already seemed kinda innocent. "Yes master" I replied pulling away from Chris's ass and watching Mike drop his pants to reveal his cute little butt, just begging to be licked. Mike was bewildered, Mike grabbed my head and pulled it into his butt, and I took a sharp inhale. His ass smelled intense, sweatier than Chris's and I loved it. He asked if I liked it, and I could barely speak to tell him yes. Chris leaned over and whispered in his ear "Really?" Chris nodded, and without another word he farted right in my face. I moaned and pressed my face harder into his ass, huffing away at this gift. "You want more?" he asked. I just nodded, and within a minute or two, he farted 3 more times, each time I dug my face in deeper and begged for more, inhaling harder and harder. After his last fart, Mike asked me if I wanted to lick it. I responded by dragging my tongue up his ass, then getting to work tonguing his hole, which made him moan a bit and push back on my face. I licked his sweaty hole for a few minutes before he started to almost wipe his ass with my mouth. It all tasted so good, I lapped at his ass always hungry for more. The second he let go of me, Chris started to pull his pants back down. He didn't even get to say anything or touch me at all before I excitedly started licking his hole. Chris and Mike both laughed at me a bit, with my cock throbbing on my knees, practically sucking Chris's asshole. After a few more minutes I had thoroughly cleaned both asses, and my cock was already begging for release. Chris took off his hat and shirt, and motioned Mike to do the same. Chris pulled my face into his right armpit, and again I didn't have to be told to start cleaning. I put my mouth over most of his warm sweaty armpits and just sucked as hard as I could, practically inhaling his b.o. with my mouth. "So that's why you told me not to wear deodorant!" said Mike "Yup" Chris said "John's just as good, right John?". I nodded, and he moved me over to his other arm. "You want to try this?" Chris said over me, I moaned a little from the fresh wave of Chris's b.o. Mike was more than eager, and after a minute or two of sucking Chris's other pit, Mike pried me off him and lifted his arm. His pits weren't as sweaty as Chris, but I still was happy as hell to sit there and slurp at his nasty armpits, lapping up his baseball sweat hungrily. Once Mike was happy, Chris told me to lie down, not on my stomach. He knew I could cum laying like that, and he didn't want me to cum before they were finished. I laid on my side, and Chris stuck his right foot near my face just to tease me a bit. I was so desperately horny, I licked the top of his cleat. Chris was probably surprised, but rolled with it, and told me to clean his cleats. I licked them all over, even the soles. It was kinda gross but I didn't even care, it was just dust anyway and Chris was clearly enjoying it. After both of Chris's cleats were clean, I moved to Mike's without even asking. I slurped both of those clean. As I finished cleaning the last bit of Mike's soles, Chris whispered into Mike's ear, and Mike nodded. "Since you did such a good job with our cleats, we decided to give you a present" Mike leaned over and put his hat over my eyes, told me I wasn't supposed to see. After a minute, Mike pushed the hat off with his foot. They had both taken off their cleats, but looked the same; until I realized they were holding their jockstraps. Chris leaned down and stuffed his sweaty, piss stained jock in my mouth, and Mike did the same, managing to force them both in to the point I could almost close my mouth. I filled my mouth as much as I could with my spit, and started sucking on their filthy jocks as hard as I possibly could, and right when I thought I couldn't feel any better, they both began rubbing there sweat soaked socks in my face. Tasting both their sweaty jockstraps and smelling both their socks made eyes roll back into head. It was complete sensory overload, like I'd never experienced. They would turns clamping their toes over my nose as I inhaled their delicious stench, their filthy socks being my only source of air, due to the fact whoever's feet I wasn't smelling was using their toes to force the jocks deeper into my mouth as I greedily sucked away at their generous gift, overwhelming me with the taste of sweat and piss. After at least 10 minutes like this, they pulled their feet away to remove their socks. I reluctantly spit out their jockstraps, only to have them almost instantly replaced with Chris's filthy toes. Both their bare feet were covered with lint and dirt, and I was eager to swallow all of it. Chris's toes wiggled happily in my mouth as I eagerly swallowed every little thing I could. Both pairs of feet were absolutely covered in little blue pieces of lint. As I sucked Chris's toes clean, Mike got tired of waiting. He forced his toes into my mouth with Chris's! I sucked harder than ever, swallowing so much sweat and lint it made my eyes roll back into my skull. My tongue was simply wedged between their feet and I slurped as much as I could. I must've spent 40 minutes just licking their feet until all the sweat was cleaned and I had swallowed all the dirt, toe jam, dead skin and whatever else. I had sucked each of their toes individually, as well as their heels. At this point, my little cock was painfully sensitive and ready to burst from any pressure. "I think I'm cleaned up now, thanks boy." said Chris, as they both got dressed. "Me too" said Mike"But I really gotta get home though, I was due back an hour ago". Chris looked down at me and must've seen how badly I needed release. He gave me a simple look that I somehow knew meant "Don't worry John, you're gonna cum soon". I stayed on the ground as Mike left, and Chris hovered over me. As soon he finished saying goodbye to Mike, he pushed my mouth open with his big toe and spit in it. "Swallow it, boy" "Yes sir" He crouched down, and spit in my mouth a few more times, then just stared, smiling as I almost constantly groaned, dying for a release. "Was that great or what?" "That was the best thing that's ever happened to me Chris, by far, thank you so much" "It's not over till you finish" Chris paused "Do you need to finish?" he asked with mock innocence, knowing damn well the answer was yes. He didn't even let me respond, he just said "Let me make it even better". Then he leaned in and kissed me. I had never kissed anyone before. We were a little awkward (It was his first time too) but we got into the rhythm and it felt amazing! I gently rubbed that butt I loved so much as we licked inside each other's mouths. After a few wonderful minutes of this, Chris broke the kiss and looked at me with an evil little grin. "You still feel like cumming?" "Of course sir!" "Good, cause I lied to Mike, my asshole definitely needs more cleaning boy" "May I please lick it clean sir" "Beg me harder" "Please sir I need to cum so bad and I would love to cum while cleaning your delicious ass sir please" Chris rolled off me and laid down on his stomach, exposing that perfect bubble butt. "Dig in boy!" In a flash I rolled over onto my stomach and started to lap at his hole while roughly grinding my throbbing dick into the floor. He wasn't kidding, it still has it's delicious Chris flavor. Chris moaned and rolled his hips, pushing my head into his ass. "French kiss my asshole John, please" I needed no further encouragement. I pushed my tongue into his hole and the taste made me cum harder than I ever had after a mere 30 seconds. Chris knew I came, but demanded I kiss his cheeks and thank him a few times. I shot two more loads that night, both times my face was buried in that heavenly butt. We went to sleep that night with him in my arms, and I felt so good and warm inside. Things went that way for a while. Both Mike and Chris loved being serviced and I loved doing it! Mike really loved having his feet licked, but not half as much as Chris liked me eating his cute ass. ______________________ I'll be picking the story up a few years later in Part 4. Thank you for reading, this is the first story I've ever wrote. If you have any questions or comments, please contact me at thomasm633@gmail.com. Thanks!