Bathed in His Soles
by MJ
Shoes, socks, domination
I. Going Up
My gaze is locked firmly onto Asher’s red striped white low rise sneakers as he drives us up the mountain. It’s miraculous how clean this guy keeps his shoes despite being the outdoorsy type. I like to imagine him thoughtfully maintaining them in his free time.
After our faith retreat was cancelled due to limited interest we figured it would be the perfect opportunity to steal a weekend at his parents cabin.
We’ve been best friends for as long as I remember. He was my dusty blond cocksure rock growing up and I’m forever his meek brunette soft boy bud.
Our relationship has always had an intimacy that is rarely celebrated between guys. This is something I cherish about Asher. Our brotherly bond gives us a wealth of opportunity to spend time alone with one another without our family inquiring salaciously about us.
Asher’s handsome as the heavens too. His perpetually sun kissed skin gives him a glowy effect. His 5ft 11” height is domineering because he’s fit, with solid pecs & washboard abs. People are either too intimidated by his manifest strength or busy trying to get into his briefs to give us a hard time around town.
Outside the window is a million dollar view of the Rocky Mountains. Still, the majestic rocks pale in comparison to the sight of Asher’s tender, exposed achilles. The cuff of his white ankle socks peaks out above the topline of his footwear.
He maneuvers the three pedals of his stick shift Sub with expert precision. Watching his feet seamlessly navigate between the gas, clutch & brake is a hypnotic comfort that ceaselessly amazes me.
I’ve always experienced these pleasurable butterflies and longings with respect to Asher’s feet. Times like this, while he’s engaged and there’s no people around to judge me, I treasure drinking in the view.
“It’s beautiful right?”
He breaks my distraction while stealing a glance toward the mountainous peaks and groves of trees. Orange Aspen leaves blitz by just past his head, like veins through the Evergreens.
I grin, too dumbfounded to put together words.
“I’m glad we can get away, just us.”
“Same!” I manage to squeak.
Asher flashes me his teeth in one of his famous blameless smiles.
“You know… Something tells me we’re gonna have a lot of fun”.
II. Pleasant Surprises
We arrive with perfect timing. We take the opportunity to hike around the property and catch up properly before sunset. Despite the cool high altitude breezes, steep inclines exert us enough that we’ve both worked up quite a sweat by the time we return.
Asher sits on the staircase watching as I untie my dark mid high boots. I’m self conscious about taking them off because my black crew socks are damp with perspiration and my own reek is noticeable.
“I’m absolutely exhausted!”
He groans playfully while extending his legs towards me. Waving the rubber soles of his sneakers up and down he asks:
“Mind giving me a hand?”
My cheeks fast betray me as a rush of excitement breaks out in a blush. At first I can’t tell if he’s having a laugh at my expense but his maintained stare infers sincerity.
I get down on my knees. He wastes no time placing his now mucked up sneaks on my lap. I’m overwhelmed with desires. It feels so good just having them on me I briefly forget I’m not just his footstool. I cautiously grab his right foot into my hands and nervously fumble at the meticulously tied knot securing his laces.
He snags his foot out after I’ve successfully loosened his handiwork. I am salivating. The aroma of his big sweaty size 12 foot is phenomenal. His white sock hugs his sole tight, exposing the perfect shape of his Egyptian slanted toes just beneath. It is the most kissable thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I am doing my very best to practice self control.
He has me hand him the shoe, then he takes a whiff out of it.
“Not bad… I dare you to try!”
He holds it down to me while resting his warm foot on my lap.
I gladly stick my nose into the insole of his shoe and it’s better than a dream come true. I inhale the scent of fresh canvas cut with his salty sweet scent. Inexplicably, his essence is irresistibly intoxicating to me.
He puts his hand on the back of my head to push it down a little deeper into his smelly shoe and holds it there a moment longer.
“That’s right! Really get in there.”
I release a tiny whimper before taking another deep breath of paradise and hold it in before he lets me go and hands me his other foot. We repeat the process and compare the scent of each shoe.