Priorities
Foot fetishism is caused by the feet and the genitals occupying adjacent areas of the somatosensory cortex, possibly entailing some neural crosstalk between the two. Neuroscientists propose that an accidental link between these regions could explain the prevalence of foot fetishism.
What the fuck? Any explanation as to why I feel the way that I feel, seems to boil down to scientific gobbledygook!
My best friend Aidan has been fascinated with grappling ever since witnessing my older brother’s wrestling meets in high school as well as the BJJ training sessions. Now that he’s started on his own, he asked me to see how long he could last before tapping to a RNC. I obliged and said, “don’t try to be tough, if you feel lightheaded even in the slightest I want you to tap.” Aidan’s response was a serious “okay got it”. Cut to 9 seconds in and I look down to see his liquid blue eyes rolled back and I immediately let go. He crumpled limply to the basement floor.
I felt absolutely disappointed in myself and what happened. Absolutely gutted. I can’t believe that happened on my watch and in my arms. Aidan completely trusted me with his life and I let him down.
Then I noticed my unconscious buddy’s socks.
They were white athletic socks, and I could see the sweaty Imprints on the bottoms of them. You know, visible indentations left on the sock’s underside, caused by perspiration and the shape of his feet. I was enthralled. I didn’t think about the fact that my pal may have been half-dead or something. I mean, If someone remains unconscious, it means they are still unresponsive and not waking up, which requires immediate medical attention as it could indicate a serious medical emergency, potentially due to a head injury. I didn’t think of ANY of this at that moment.
All I could think about was Aidan’s feet and socks. I’ve always liked feet and socks … but not the rest of my family. My mom used to leave the house and walk the dog when my older brother took his sneaks off after wrestling practice.
But not me. And now, here I was, in the presence of smelly feet that I love more than my brother’s. And since Aidan wasn’t my brother, I didn’t have to feel guilty for wanting them.
I brought my face close to my unconscious buddy’s feet. I took a deep breath, preparing myself, and inhaled the smell of his right socked foot. It smelled amazing! I sighed with bliss, breathing in more and more of his scent. It was making me incredibly hot and bothered. More hot and bothered than you can even imagine.
Then I slowly stripped off his socks.
The sight of the sight of my buddy’s bare feet immediately caused my penis to harden. And the slight odor that my nose still detected told me that his socks alone were responsible for that wonderful scent. He had smooth, soft and very pink soles. His nails looked as if they were professionally groomed. I think I’ve always loved Aidan’s feet more than anyone else’s. I wasn’t sure why and I didn’t really care. All that I knew was that, on this night, I had been given the opportunity to do more than simply daydream about the day I could suck on my handsome best friend’s toes … lick his smooth, sweaty soles. To this day Aidan still doesn’t know that I have a male foot fetish.
I gently pulled both of Aidan’s bare feet together under my chin. I took a moment to drink in and admire the pale pink soles and his beautiful, mouth-watering young toes. I took hold of both ankles and began to lick from the heels forward. As my tongue began exploring the high, shapely arches, my sleeping buddy unconsciously, reflexively wriggled his toes. This, of course, prompted me to really get into the business of sucking all ten of those digits.
I wanted him to get off, so I focused on one big toe and pulled it in and out of my mouth slowly as I rubbed my tongue all over it. I shot my load while trying not to scream out in joy. It was powerful orgasm. Cum exploded out of my tool and onto my best bud’s beautiful bare feet.
Then I slumped in an exhausted heap at the end of the bed, wondering if I’d have the strength to call an ambulance or something, because Aidan still hadn’t regained consciousness…
To be continued