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Go ahead. Use them.

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Soccer jock gets his bare feet sniffed by his buddy

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Be a good lad and give me that foot.

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Moments of seduction

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"I'll be damn, Bro. You have sexy feet."

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IDK. Seems like he knows exactly what I want from him. Might have to write a story about him some day.

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Sole Obsession

I'd been craving this moment for so long, but now that it was here, I felt a rush of nerves. "You want to... what?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as he repeated my confession back to me. I took a steadying breath, my heart hammering in my chest as I spoke, determined to be honest. "I want to rub your feet, James. I've noticed them in the locker room—they're perfect. I've imagined what it would be like to kiss and touch them..." I trailed off, my face heating up as I realized how filthy that sounded.

But to my surprise, James didn't laugh or dismiss me. Instead, a slow smile spread across his face, and he stepped closer, his presence filling my personal space with a heady mix of sweat and cologne. "You have, have you?" he murmured, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and desire. I nodded, unable to speak as he loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the fluorescent lights of the locker room.

Without warning, he kicked off his sneakers, revealing white sports socks that hugged the contours of his feet perfectly. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight: his feet were amazing, high arches and toes that seemed to beg for attention. He hooked a thumb in the waist of his shorts and lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "You wanna see more?"

I could only manage a mute nod, my throat suddenly parched. He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over me as he slowly peeled down his shorts and boxers, revealing a pair of tight, round butt cheeks that made my mouth water. But it was the view of his feet, now that he was barefoot, that truly captured my attention.

His feet were immaculate: clean, with short toenails and smooth, supple skin. My cock twitched in my jeans as I imagined what it would feel like to have those feet pressed against my face. I felt lightheaded, and my knees buckled slightly as the reality of the situation hit me. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice laced with authority.

I obeyed without hesitation, my hands shaking as I lowered myself to the tiles. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest, but the moment my lips made contact with the soft skin of his soles, a wave of calm washed over me. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his toes curling into my hair as I placed soft kisses along the delicate arch of his foot.

A deep groan escaped his throat, and he shifted his weight, presenting his other foot for my worship. I happily obliged, nuzzling my face into the warm, sweaty recesses of his soles before sucking each toe into my mouth, one by one. "Fuck, that feels good," he breathed, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Keep going."

Spurred on by his encouragement, I redoubled my efforts, licking and sucking with abandon as my hands explored his ankles and calves. I could taste the salt of his sweat on my tongue, and the musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, driving me wild. I wanted to make him feel as incredible as he made me feel in that moment.

As I worked, he began to stroke my hair, his touch gentle and encouraging. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed, his voice tight with suppressed desire. "Wanted what?" I prompted, looking up at him innocently, my lips still wrapped around his big toe. He bit his lip, his eyes hooded with lust. "This. Having someone worship my feet. It's a fantasy come true."

Hearing those words, I felt a surge of power and redoubled my efforts, determined to show him just how much I appreciated his openness and willingness to indulge my fetish. I wanted to make this moment last forever.