DISCLAIMER: If you aren't supposed to be here legally, leave now. If you don't like these kind of stories, then how the heck did you get this far? The following is a work of fiction, the characters Kevin and Aaron are not real people, but I hope the real people that read about them enjoy anyway!
A FOOT IN THE DOOR
Kevin and I had been the best of friends since high school. Like brothers, we were as close as two people could be but without crossing any physical boundaries. Emotionally though, I knew that I loved the guy, and that my thoughts of him were definitely well over the line.
Believe what you will, but I never considered myself anything but straight before him or since. I cannot explain the contradiction. He was five feet, eight inches tall and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds. He had black hair, hazel eyes and pale white skin covering small but well defined taut muscles. He had dark hairy legs and ass, but the rest of him was smooth which made his feet and cock even more noticeable in contrast. Their size added to their allure as well, he had a nine-inch penis that was thin but with a comparatively massive head and his feet were size eleven with long slender toes.
When we were eighteen, we both ended up at university as roommates in the same dorm. I never discussed my feelings for him, but enjoyed the vantagepoint I had of his body. I'd often watch him change in the morning and peek at him while he showered, or stare at his soft pink soles while he read barefoot with his feet propped up on his desk. Other times I would sniff his socks and underwear from the hamper while he was still in class.
I was content with my own private fantasy and never intended to act upon them but for one night that changed everything. We were out at a pub for the night with friends and came home more drunk than we had ever been. Once inside our room Kevin sat on his bed and tried to take his shoes off. Leaning over he lost his balance and fell headfirst onto the floor, landing on his back.
"It looks like you could use a little help" I laughed.
Between his own giggling he agreed. I took hold of his shoe and made a big production of undoing his laces, while doing my best not to fall over myself. I slid both of his sneakers off and felt the dampness of his feet through his white socks. There was no foul odor; just the sweet smell of soap and laundry detergent mixed with the leather of his runners.
Before I knew it, I was rolling his socks down over his feet, first one and then the other until his bare feet were resting in my lap.
"You're pretty brave getting that close to my feet, they probably stink pretty bad", he asked.
I lied and said they were horrible and brought one up to my nose and inhaled deeply, then jokingly collapsed to the floor as if I had been gassed. Having had his feet that close to my face was too good to be true. My heart was racing and my dick was getting hard in my pants. Kevin nudged at the side of my face with his sweaty foot and laughed.
"Stupid foot, now I've gone and killed my best friend."
This was more than I could take. I turned my head towards his foot, grasped it by the ankle with both hands and slowly licked the sole from his heel to his toes. He didn't move or pull away but his laughter stopped and he just stared at me in confusion. I licked the bottom of each toe individually and put his big toe in my mouth, sucking it briefly.
When I stopped, I stared right back at him still holding his foot and held his gaze in defiance. When he spoke finally, he only asked why? I told him that I was just being weird, and that I would never do it again.
He paused for a while and neither of us said anything. Gently, I returned his foot to the floor and was about to let go when he whispered to me.
"I must be weird too because it felt pretty damn good!"
I smiled then and he smiled back at me. I spent the next hour licking and sucking his tender feet, kissing his toes and running my tongue between them until they were wrinkled and hot. I confessed my feelings to him and he nodded in understanding. He told me he had noticed me looking at him before and had been flattered by the attention.
He said he suspected my attraction but had no interest in men himself. That said, he still wanted me as his friend and would let me continue to be "weird" on occasion, so long as I never expected him to reciprocate.
I had my foot in the door and I was content with the arrangement. The semester would end three months later so I planned to take advantage of our time together and our proximity.