Runner
So I have this new roommate.
His name is Jake for the sake of anonymity. He's a good friend of mine and has been for a few years now. He's been looking for a place to live, and I offered my place. It's a work in progress, but it's quiet, a good neighborhood, and he wouldn't have five roommates.
Jake's a few years older than me. He's this 5'10" guy from the Midwest. He served in the army, but that was years ago, so he's got this latent muscular build. Really gives off a "guy next door" vibe. I've never really known where his sexuality is. I mean, I assumed he was straight, cause he only ever dates girls, and that's all he really talks about. But, yesterday I found out something new about him.
I'm bisexual, myself. Plus I have a bit of a foot fetish. It's something that's been with me for a long time. For most of my life, I've kept it secret out of shame. But the last few years, I thought it was time for me to stop hiding and let my "freak flag fly".
Jake knows I have a foot fetish. I told him some years ago. He's got these stunning size 11's that just draw my eyes everytime he's barefoot. Carefully sculpted arches, a clean, pink heel, and toes that just mindlessly wiggle. It was hard not to tell him, especially since we've gotten closer over the past few years.
Over the last month, he's been slowly moving in. Last night, we had a few drinks at home and celebrated his last set of boxes he had to move in. We parked on the couch and put on some Arrested Development on in the background while we sat and talked. He had his legs stretched out in front of him on the coffee table. His toes gently wiggling in his white socks. It was kinda rough keeping my focus the more we drank with those things in plain sight. You could tell he's had that pair for a while, cause the soles of his socks were starting to brown. Maybe even just from all that work in the summer heat. I wondered what they smell like.
"Yo, you want me to just turn this off?" Jake's voice pulled me from my train of thought.
"What, why?"
"You look kinda zonked out, dude."
"Oh sorry, I got lost in thought."
"Yeah, you were just zoned out staring at my feet again."
"Again? You say that like I do it all the time." My heart sank into my stomach and my cheeks began to tingle with flush.
"I mean, it's not a big deal dude. I know you've got a foot thing," Jake's words hung in the air for what felt like minutes. "You get this look on your face- sometimes I wait it out to see how long you stay like that."
He never called me out like that before, I wasn't sure what to say. I thought I was pretty discrete, glance here or there...
"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Nah dude. Don't stress," Jake crossed one leg over the other and used one foot to slip a sock off. "My feet are honestly killing me right now anyway."
Fuck me, my jeans got tight when he said that. I sat there unmoving, watching him shimmy off his socks one by one. His pale feet were illuminated by the tv. The soles of his feet were pink and little flecks of lint hid between his toes. My mouth was watering. He cracked his toes and stretched them out wide.
"What do you want me to do about that?" My voice was low, almost hushed. The question left my mouth before I had time to think about what I was saying. I could feel myself pulled towards his size 11s. I've always wanted to know what his feet tasted like. He's never been one to go without socks before.
Jake shifted his back to the arm of the couch, and swung his bare feet onto the couch, brushing my arm. The heat from his soles radiated an imprint on my arm I was tracing with my mind. My eyes locked with his, desperate for a cue of any kind. I felt like a dog. Begging. My body was tensely still. If I moved myself the slightest inch, I fear my body would redirect my actions. Jakes eyes flicked towards his resting feet, mouth slowly parting into a smile.
"I want you to say it," Again the words spilled from my mouth before I could think. He heel-toed his right foot up my arm. The heat from his foot on my arm made me dizzy. Jake stayed silent. His lint covered toes wiggled at my face in mockery, resting on my shoulder. He slumped into the couch further.
"You're an ass," My eyes studied the wrinkles in his soles, the length of his toes, everything. His feet needed a minor pedicure.
"What? If we're roommates now, we need to set some house rules."
I furrowed my brow.
"I'm a bit lazy with my dishes," he scrunched his toes and cracked them again.
"That's no big deal." I was sporting a hardcore chub.
"I'm also not the biggest fan of cleaning the bathroom."
"That one is a big deal," he lifted his foot off of my shoulder.
"I mean," he froze it in front of my face, "I don't mind picking up the slack."
"Dude you're such a good roommate," My face flushed again. He lowered his foot onto my lap, slouching further into the couch to get both feet on my legs. I quickly shooed his ankles towards my knees and away from my growing hard on.
"You need a pedicure," I told him, grabbing a pillow by my side and sliding it under his feet. There was a slight odor that I registered now, my heart rate finally slowing down.
"Why don't you fix that yourself. Put that fetish of yours to good use."
Part two coming soon