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Barefoot in the Stacks
-------- Studying --------
I pushed through the door and sighed as the chill air struck me. Outside the sun softened the asphalt and the humidity was 99%. Inside it was cool and dry. The University had half a dozen libraries but this particular one was devoted to the seldomn used works and usually pretty quiet. Some people like me just came here to study. Some came for what supposedly happened in the basement bathrooms -- but I wasn't into that.
I walked through the lobby and past the rows of newly installed computers. I suppose that's the way it was going. Why keep giagantic piles of musty books when it could all be accessed at the touch of a few keys.
I walked around the corner and pushed the button for the elevator. I could have as easily taken the stairs but I liked the old elevator. You had to open and close the door yourself and you could see the scuffs of a million feet on the floor. I pushed the F button. For reasons no one knew the floors of stacks had been labeled A-G. I didn't like G; it was too cold and there were only a few places to sit. As the elevator rose the fan ticked slowly and pulled in the faint smells of steel and old grease.
On F I pushed open the door and stepped out into the quiet stacks. I could hear one or two people shuffling their papers, the hum of the air conditioning and the lights. I drank in the musty smell of the books those computers were trying to replace and wound my way back to the corner and my favorite study carrel.
I sat down and pulled books out of my backpack. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts plus my usual sneakers and white quarter socks. The cool air felt cold on my skin as my sweat evaporated. Even so I was still hot after all the walking so I decided to get comfortable. I reached down and unlaced my shoes and kicked them off but I left my socks on. This felt like an illict thrill I have to admit. I had taken my shoes off a number of times here and it always felt good. Once or twice I had even ditched my socks and relished in the feel of my bare toes against the carpet. And one time, on a really quiet Saturday night, I had strolled around through the stacks barefoot. I know. Simple thrills.
I spread my papers and books out in the study carrel and set to work quickly loosing myself in my physics homework. I was aware that at some point the other half of my carrel became occupied but I paid it no attention. People came and went all the time. I continued my work in silence broken by only the occasional distant cough.
As I leaned back to stretch and consider my next homework problem my pen rolled off the desk. I pushed my chair back and bent down under the carrel to get it. I was surprised to see a pair of gorgeous, tanned male feet. The feet were flat on the floor in a pair of well-worn leather sandals. I think I might have gasped. They were perfectly proportioned. Toes a little bit short, but cute, with neatly trimmed nails. These were well cared for feet. As I sat there stupidly with my head under the desk, my unseen friend flexed his toes and I watched, enraptured. I like feet.
Reluctantly I sat up and pulled my chair back in. There was no chance of me finishing my physics homework now. All I could think of was that beautiful pair of feet under my table. And the lump in my pants said I wasn't getting up any time soon either. I was obsessed. I sat there listening for every sound from the other side of the high study carrel wall. I knew it was stupid but after a few minutes I contrived to drop my pen again. When I looked under the table this time I saw a pair of bare feet outstretched toward me. This actually made a drop of precum ooze out of my cock.
I could see a bit of his soles. They were lightly calloused and obviously used to being in sandals, but still managed to look soft as only young feet can. My neighbor flexed his toes again and I think I may have sighed out loud. I sat back up and thought for a bit. I had known since coming to college that I was gay, even though I was a virgin when it came to other men. I had also known that I had a bit of a thing for the male foot. I enjoyed scoping out all of the cute feet in sandals I saw on the college campus. Boy, was I ever glad that sandals had caught on just in time for my college years. But I had never been taken quite like this. I had to do something. I was overcome by an urge to touch them no matter the cost.
I slouched back in my chair and stretched out my legs in what I hoped was a natural seeming way. I stretched my stockinged feet out slowly. I wanted to touch that cute pair of feet seemingly by accident, and not so hard as to make him pull immediately away. As I was doing this I realized it was stupid. He'd either just pull back and I'd have to mumble an apology or he'd think I was a complete freak. But I didn't care. I had to do it.
My right foot touched something warm. I wished I weren't wearing socks but I was sure that taking them off at this point would guarantee to freak the guy out and probably get me beaten up. I was going to have to be satisfied with this. And it was wonderful. To my surprise he didn't pull away even though I could hear him shift his weight. Was that a sigh? I sat as still as I could, relishing this little bit of contact.
Finally I felt him move. He moved his foot, just a little bit. Must have been a little tremor. Couldn't have been intentional. Then he did it again. Could it be? Could he actually intentionally be "playing footsie" with me? With my heart thudding in my ears, I moved my foot a little against his, expecting him to jump back. He didn't. In fact he moved his feet against mine some more. There was really no pretense now. His bare foot stroked my socked foot, and when I felt his warm bare toes on my ankle, above my sock, I thought I would burst. I couldn't believe I was getting so excited by this. We went on like this for what seemed forever. I was sitting there considering whether to take off my socks, come around and introduce myself, or just continue when the worst happened. I heard footsteps coming down the aisle toward our little corner. I pulled my feet back quickly.
Unfortunately the interloper chose the carrel behind me and sat down noisily. I knew it was over. I was debating taking another duck under the desk for a look when I heard my partner-in-footplay packing up to leave. My heart sank. I pictured those beautiful feet sliding back into their sandals. I wanted to jump up and follow him but I was too chicken. So I just sat there. As his footsteps receeded a piece of paper fluttered down to the table in front of me. It was a piece of notebook paper. Written on it in neat block letters was the message, "Same time tomorrow? No socks."
I think I was in love. And I hadn't even seen his face.
-------- Touching --------
After my friend had left I ran out of the library and biked off campus to my apartment as fast as I could. When I got there I ran to my room, locked the door, stripped naked, and threw myself on my bed and stroked myself to orgasm in about three strokes. There was no question I would be back there to meet that pair of feet again. I thought about it all night and the next morning.
I arrived at the library about half an hour before the time it had all started the day before. My heart was pounding. I came around the corner and was relived to see that no one was there. I sat down in the same spot and pulled out my books and spread them on the table. I knew this was mostly for show. There was no chance that I would get any real studying done.
Nervously I unlaced my shoes and took them off. I sat that way for a second and then took a deep breath. I took off my socks and placed them in my shoes. I felt really exposed. To keep me from changing my mind I put my socks and shoes over by the wall next to my backpack.
I sat with my naked feet flat on the floor. I was very self-conscious of this. The other side of having a foot fetish is that I tended to be very self-conscious of my own feet and didn't like to show them off. At the same I hoped my friend liked them. The time passed interminably and I alternated between staring at my watch, making an attempt to read, and looking up every time I heard the slightest noise. It was a Friday and pretty quiet as many students were skipping classes and heading out for the weekend. I was actually skipping a class for this.
At long last I heard the chair opposite being pulled out and heard someone sit down. I didn't even bother with the pretense of dropping my pen. I dipped my head under the table and was overjoyed to see that same pair of beautiful feet in the same pair of sandals. I was in time to see them kicking off the sandals and then reaching out toward me.
What was I waiting for? I sat up and leaned back, pushing my legs out. Our feet touched. I didn't know why I loved that feeling so much but I did. My feet touched his and all of my nerves were alive. His feet were warm, his soles just a little bit rough. I began moving my foot around, stroking the top of his foot with my toes. His other foot captured mine. I was in esctasy.
We played like this for I think about half an hour. For a while getting quiet and then stroking each other's feet and ankles again. I was terrified that someone would see, would come around the corner fast before we could react, but I wasn't about to stop. My favorite thing was when he stroked the sole of my foot with his toes. It tickled just a little bit but felt great. I couldn't believe I was sitting her having what amounted to foreplay with a total stranger. The whole situation seemed utterly ridiculous. Placing footsie in the library? I hadn't talked to him or even seen his face. Nor he mine, as far as I knew. I wanted to get up, go around, and take this to the next level.
Suddenly his feet withdrew from mine. He stood up and began walking off. No packing up his stuff. He hadn't bothered to pretend as I had. To my relief another note fluttered down in front of me. It said, "Tomorrow at 12? No socks."
------- Playing -------
Enconsed in my usual study carrel that next day I did actually start to get into my work a bit. I wasn't concentrating all that well but I was getting some homework done and I was absorbed enough that I didn't hear him until he was right behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice quietly said hello. I turned around to see a cute guy with blond surfer hair. He was wearing an old t-shirt with a maroon tint and very well-worn cutoffs. A quick glance down and I saw his feet. Then I realized. It was him. He saw me look down and smiled.
He said hello again but still speaking very softly. I sat there slack-jawed for a bit and then finally stammered out a hello. Glad you showed up he said. He looked pointedly at my bare feet and said thanks. I blushed. He smiled and told me I might want to pack up. I put all my books and papers away into my backpack and went to grab my shoes. As I started to put them on he said please don't and that I wouldn't need them. I hesitated, unsure what to do. He smiled reassuringly and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. He said we need a bit of privacy and to follow him. How could I refuse? I padded after him with my backpack on my shoulder and carrying my shoes and socks. I hoped we didn't run into anyone. I followed him through the stacks looking at his squared-off shoulders, tight butt, and down those gorgeous legs to his bare heels clicking along in his sandals. I don't know about love, but I was firmly in lust at least.
He led me to a unmarked door tucked in a short hallway behind the elevators. I had seen it before but always assumed that it was to access the elevator equipment or something. He opened the door and turned on a light. I was surprised to see that it was outfitted spartan and windowless study room. There was only an old and scarred wooden table and four chairs. The floor was discolored linoleum which felt cool and a little dusty. My friend shut the door behind us and then tucked one of the chairs under the doorknob, effectively wedging it shut. I could tell from the marks on the floor that this had been done a lot.
I stared at him not sure what to say. He put his fingers to his lips and smiled, then he put his hands on my shoulders and took my backpack and set it aside. Then he took my shoes and set them on the floor. Finally, he gently guided me to the table. I sat on the edge with my feet dangling. He then pulled up a chair facing me but a little distance away. He motioned to my feet but I wasn't sure what he meant. Finally he reached down and picked up my left foot. Gently he pulled my leg straight and placed my foot in his lap. He told me I had nice feet and I blushed. I said they weren't half as nice as his and he thanked me.
He grasped my foot firmly with his hand and started massaging it. I almost melted off of the table. He smiled at me as he continued to rub the muscles of my foot, forcing them to relax. I had never had anyone do this for me and I was amazed at how good such a simple thing felt. After a while he motioned for my other foot and this time I needed no prompting. I happily gave it to him. He massaged my right foot, then alternated back and forth touching both feet. He stopped pushing as hard and his touch became lighter. It became less of a massage and more of a gentle stroking and touching. I had been completely hard in my shorts for all of this and I was sure he could tell but I made no move to hide it.
After a while he smiled that amazing smile again and said that there is something else he wanted to do, and asked if I minded. Whatever it was sure I didn't mind and I eagerly nodded yes. He pulled his chair a bit closer and began rubbing his hands lightly up and down my legs, then one hand began reaching up my shorts and touching the inside of my thigh. I'm sure I groaned out loud and I felt another drop of precum emerge from my cock. His other hand began exploring the front of my pants, then his fingers sought out my zipper and pulled it down. He reached in with his hand and undid the button of my boxers with no hesitation and only a moment later I felt a warm hand grasping my cock. I'd had a handjob from a couple of girls and even once had sex with a girl, but I had never been this excited.
He pulled my erection out into the open the stroked it a few times, then leaned over and licked the head of my cock. I jumped in surprise and looked down. He didn't bother to look at me, he just leaned down and engulfed me. His tongue swirled around my shaft while his right hand stroked the part of my erection that didn't easily fit in his mouth. His other hand was still holding on to my foot in his lap. This only lasted a few seconds, a little to my embarassement, before I blasted to orgasm. The intensity and quickness of it surprised me and I didn't get the chance to warn him. It didn't seem to bother him though. In fact he moaned a bit as he swallowed and continued stroking me with his hands and tongue.
Eventually he leaned back and relaxed. He smiled up at me and I became aware of the scene. I was sitting in a library study room hanging wetly out of my shorts with another guy. I flushed a bit and started to tuck myself away. He didn't seem surprised or say anything at all. Just smiled at me. After a long while he spoke. He asked me how I liked it. I wanted to scream that I loved him, but I just said that it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. He seemed pleased then asked me what I was doing the rest of the day. I said I was doing whatever he was doing, and then felt foolish. But he didn't laugh. He just nodded and pushed his chair back.
I put my shoes and socks back on while he watched and then picked up my bag. We left together and took the elevator down to the lobby. I wanted to pounce on him but he just stood there with that damned implacable smile. Outside we stood awkwardly for a moment and he asked me if I had a car. I said yes and that it was on campus. He said he had been thinking of going tubing and asked if I wanted to go. How could I not?
-------- Shopping --------
I followed Tim, I had finally learned his name, to the parking lot where it turned out he was parked not too far from me. He drove an old pick-up and in the back were two inner-tubes. He had come prepared. He said I just needed a bathing suit and some waterproof sandals. I told him that I could go in the shorts I was wearing if need be, but that I didn't own a pair of sandals. He just said that it was time I got some to show off my nice feet. I blushed.
We went by my apartment, him following me in his truck. I ran in and put on a bathing suit under my shorts, grabbed a towel and came back out. I told my roommate I'd be out for the day. He mumbled a goodbye without lifting his eyes from the cartoons on TV. Tim then led me to a store in the downtown area that would have sandals.
It was a small storefront with only a few shoes on display, rather than the discount-type store display that I was used to. When we came in there were no other customers and only one young woman working the counter. I told her I was looking for a pair of sandals. If she noticed my nervousness she didn't say anything. She asked me what kind and I said I just said just something waterproof. She guided me through the selection and I eventually pointed to a pair of black Tevas. These were common on campus and I felt more comfortable getting them. The clerk asked me what size of sneaker I was wearing. I said that I thought they were tens. She went off to get them while I sat down and looked at Tim nervously.
When she returned, she instructed me to take off my shoes with a trace of annoyance. I unlaced them and removed both shoes, again hoping my nervousness didn't show. She asked if I intended to wear them with or without socks. I said without and she told me to remove my socks. I did so, trying not to think about it too much. She grabbed my foot and pushed it into the sandal, then tightened the sandal straps. Then she did the same with the other foot. She stared intently at my feet, and then reached down and flicked a bit of sock lint off one of my toes. She told me to get up and walk the length of the store and back. I did so very self-consciously.
As I walked around a cute and young, probably freshman, guy came in and looked around casually. He was wearing a pair of sneakers but began examing the sandal section. This intrigued me. He only glanced around for a few seconds and then told the clerk he wanted to try an 11 of a particular sandal. She said sure and then asked me how I was doing. She looked down critically and so did Tim. You need a half size up of those, she said and Tim agreed.
I sat down and ripped up the velcro straps, took off the sandals, and put them neatly on the bench next to me. The other guy paid me no attention. Instead he sat down across from me and quickly yanked off his shoes and socks. His feet weren't bad but nothing like Tim's. When the clerk came back she gave a pair of sandals to me and to the other customer. We both tried them on and I repeated the walk around the store, glancing occasionally at my own feet in the various mirrors and at those of Tim's and the other guy's. I decdided I had a bit of an edge on the other guy in attractiveness, but was no match for Tim.
The clerk asked me if the new ones fit better and I said yes and that I would take them. She asked if I wanted to wear them out of the store and with a lump in my throat I said yes. I paid for the shoes and we left, carrying my old sneakers. When I got outside I looked down at my pale feet in comparison to Tim's. Tim saw me look and said to relax, that the sandals looked good on me. I blushed again. I don't know how he kept doing that to me.
--------- Floating ---------
Tim gave me rough directions to our destination but I was able to stay right behind him most of the way. The entire trip I thought about my situation. I felt like a guy who had grabbed a subway train as it was running by and was now holding on as we flew through the tunnels to Destinations Unknown. And there was no way I was going to let go.
I had heard a lot about the tubing trips down one of the many nearby rivers. It was one of those college things to do, but not having a lot of friends here I hadn't. Tim led me up the highway a few exits, then off on to a county road. The county road then became a rough, narrow road overhung by giant, mossy oak trees. Tim pulled off the road and I pulled in behind him. He hopped out of his truck and motioned me in beside him. I pulled in and he leaned in the open window and explained we would leave my car here as the ferry car, and take the truck upstream. He pulled a couple of towels and a bike lock and chain and put them in my front seat.
As we got in his truck a dozen people were getting out of the river. Fratboys and barbie girls. Not my type on either count. Tim seemed to take not notice of them as he backed the truck on to the road. He drove with more enthusiasm than skill, jerking the truck around corners. He was still amazingly sexy to me though, especially those tanned feet working the pedals.
When we got to the drop off point, I helped him unload the inner tubes and cooler from the truck. We'd stopped on the way for drinks and snacks. Tim stripped off his shirt and tossed it and his sandals in the truck. He then reached behind the seat and grabbed a pair of Tevas similar to my new shoes but he didn't put them on. Once we had the tubes in the water, Tim lashed the cooler, which turned out to float, to his tube with a length of rope. I commented that he'd done this before and he just smiled. He velcroed his sandals to the rope and they floated along with us too.
I had left my shirt and shorts in his truck and was floating down the river in my bathing suit and new Tevas wishing I had put on more sunscreen. On the way down the river we talked. I learned who Tim was and I told him about me. Turns out we had not much in common in upbringing but we began to learn that we liked a lot of the same things, including guys. I had never talked about that with anyone before but it was almost a relief to put some of those thoughts into words. Tim didn't seem surprised or shocked at all. He took it in stride. But then apparently he'd been openly gay for a long time and had lucked into a very accepting family. I envied his confidence. We compared notes on our meeting and this is the only thing that seemed to embarass him. He told me that the only reason he'd chosen that study carrel in the first place was because he thought I and my stockinged feet were sexy. I was flattered, not to mention grateful.
After a while the conversation dwindled and we floated in silence. The river was dark and slow and in some places narrow. In the narrow places we were frequently under the overhang of giant oaks where the water reflected the dappled sunlight. Tim had his eyes closed as I considered him. I was beginning to hope this might come to something, but even if it didn't those were damned sexy little toes poking out of the water and I'd be happy even if this was only about sex.
Tim opened his eyes and I think he saw the lust on my face and grinned. He said that it was only about another 10 minutes to the pick-up point and lamented that he had a roomate at home. I said I had one too, who was more than likely to be there. With an impish grin, Tim motioned me to begin paddling my tube. We worked our way over to the shore and found a place to land the tubes. Tim put on his sandals, grabbed the cooler, and led me into the woods insisting that he had no idea where he was going and that he'd never been there before. I didn't believe him. After a minute or two of tramping through fallen leaves we found a sunny clearing with a nice flat rock.
Tim sat down and laid back slowly to acclimate his skin to the hot rock. I wasn't sure what to do, so I sort of sat down next to him and looked at his glistening body. I finally worked up the nerve to place a hand on his leg. He didn't say anything. I began gently stroking his legs, and then worked my way down to his feet saying out loud that I owed him a foot rub in return. He said he'd like that.
I removed Tim's sandals and placed them on the ground. I really enjoyed doing that and I loved handling his feet. I worked each toe and rubbed his arch, then gently ran my fingers all over his feet. It was hard to tell in his denim shorts, but it looked like this was getting to him. I stroked up his legs and to the bottom of his shorts, then up to his crotch. Only at this point did he let out a gasp.
It was difficult getting the wet jeans off of him, but I managed, and before long Tim was laying completely naked before me in the sun. Freed from his shorts his cock rose to full attention as I watched, before I even took it in my hand, and then in my mouth.
Tim sighed and seemed to relax. I had never done this before but I was determined to make it good for him so I tried to do the same as he had done to me. As I bent over him with my tongue stroking the head and shaft of his cock. I ran my other hand everywhere it could reach. On his chest, his sides, legs, and gently fondling his balls. It seemed to take a long time, which made me worry that I was not doing it right, but eventually his breathing started to quicken and his hips bucked. When I felt the warm jets of come in my mouth, I nearly melted. I didn't pay all that much attention to the taste, but the feeling....
I laid down on the rock beside him and said I couldn't believe we'd done this in so public a place. Tim said it was pretty safe, and that anyway what's life without a few chances. He made no move to cover himself and I watched as his erection faded and his cute cock went back to resting in his blondish pubic hair. He laid like that for a while until I started to worry about getting a sunburn and said I needed to get in the shade.
He got up without bothering to put his shorts or shoes on and walked into the shade of a large oak tree. Tim stood close and pressed out bodies together. He said he could tell I wasn't ready to leave yet. With his cheek pressed to mine, he reached down and undid the knot of my swimsuit and pushed it down. The suit fell down around my ankles and he bent down to help take it off me. I was standing completely naked, except for a pair of sandals, and erect in a glade with another naked guy. I could not have imagined this happening the day before. Tim got down on his knees and took me in his mouth for the second time that day and somehow I think I came even faster than the first time. It seemed like I barely felt his tongue stroking my shaft when I started pulsing an orgasm. He swallowed it and then stood back up, dusting the leaves off his knees. He grinned at me and then walked back to the rock and sat down.
I picked up my suit and followed him no longer thinking about sunburn. When I sat down Tim leaned over and kissed me. I tasted a little of myself on him, but also the sweetness of his breath. Who knew it could be like this?
--------- Parting ---------
Tim and I dated, if you want to call it that, for about a year. In that time I learned a lot. About sex, about love, and about myself. We spent more time on the river, at the movies, even the occasional session of studying. Tim wasn't all that serious of a student but he had a natural cleverness that allowed him to get by with minimal effort in most classes. It was never so easy for me.
In particular I remember a glorious weekend at Tim's house when Tim's roommate was out of town. The roomate turned out to be rich and his parents had bought a small house at the edge of town for him. Tim was able to rent a room pretty cheap. The great thing about the place was its relative isolation compared to the noisiness of my apartment. Tim and I spent the whole weekend there, not leaving at all between Friday night and Monday afternoon and I don't think we wore any clothes the entire time. We were able to sleep peacefully each night in Tim's bed, our bodies intertwined.
Even better the house had a swimming pool and I got to try skinny dipping for the first time. Not to mention the moonlight blow job and the feeling of Tim's naked body pressed against mine as we floated in each others arms. But what I really remember the most is sitting on the couch under a blanket, eating popcorn and watching some dumb movie. And under the blanket, my fingers slowly stroking Tim's bare foot as it sat in my lap, gently touching my relaxed cock. It was that comfort I remember most. I had learned to completely trust Tim. His outlook on life had infected me too and I think I owe for the fact that I'm comfortable with myself today.
After Tim graduated he moved away. We both knew this would happen even though we'd never talked about it. We made no promises to each other that we'd always be together, or even that we'd always be friends. These days we live a few states apart and seldom see each other but we keep up by email and IM, and when one of us passes through the other's town we always visit. He's gotten older but he still has that amazing, implacable smile and those gorgeous toes.
Something else he taught me: how to make friends. One day after he'd moved away I was walking through the library. I spotted a pair of cute Teva-clad feet that were obviously new to sandals. I saw him staring intently at my own sandaled feet and I knew what had to happen. I sat down in the chair opposite him at the table and took out my books. Then I slid my feet out of my well-worn leather sandals and stretched my legs out to him.
A week or so later I showed him the rock along the river.