+++This is a story about snatching victory from de-feet!
(There's a joke there somewhere.) Anyway if you are
Under eighteen, even if you have perfect arches, you
are banned. The rest of you, put your feet up and
attend.
The athletic building at Waldemere College was my favorite place. I love boy's naked feet. This was the palace of bare feet. There were all kinds: smelly feet, hairy feet, smooth Asian feet, feet with long elegant toes and others that were knobby, but cute.
I loved seeing the guys wash their toes by lifting their feet up and clean, like mom used to require, between each toe. Then the bottom. Sure it tickled a bit, then slip into those rubber clogs and walk with a funny gait back to your locker. Then sit your bare ass on the bench and dry each toe carefully, then slip on those dry soft crew socks.
Yesterday a young guy caught me looking at him as he dried his feet. "You looking at my junk, you queer?"
His rough remark rattled me that I blurted out the truth. "No I was admiring your feet. Er, they're in great shape."
He relaxed at that. I guess straights think that as long as you don't think or look at their dicks, you are okay.
"I'm a soccer player and I have to take good care of them. I never had athlete's foot and only one corn that's finally gone. Actually I am proud of them." Then he stopped, realizing that he was getting into too much intimacy and decided to get back into his rough self. "You into feet or something?"
I was on the spot. What do I usually do in situations like this? I lie! And lie I did, right then and there.
"I'm a podiatrist."
"Is that some kind of kink?"
I forced a "professional" laugh, you know, a fake "Ha Ha". "No that's a doctor who specialty is care of feet.
His face changed completely. "Sir," You see what an MD can do for you. "I've had this callus on the bottom of my foot. I tried using a mirror, but I still can't see it clearly. Could you take a look?"
Now this boy was very attractive in a jock-like way. You know the type, square jaw, wide shoulders, six-pack fuzzed with light brown hair, substantial cock and balls and muscled legs. As to feet, yummy, full wide toes, a big toe that speaks to you and a strong arch. Should I continue this charade? Should I take the risk of arrest for impersonating a doctor? I fucking will take advantage of this Dr. Scholl's moment.
Lowering my voice to a confident baritone, I replied, "Yes, I'll look." I sat on the bench and took his leg, his fuzzy, hairy leg and put his big thirteens on my bare lap. He was surprised, but he allowed it, after all, I am a doctor.
I lifted his foot so I could see the bottom. It looked nice to me. I felt the sole, he giggled. "Ticklish huh?"
"A little."
"Well control yourself, don't be a girly."
That brought a frown to his face and I thought he'd be quiet and in control, but as soon as my "professional" finger traced his, now slightly sweating foot bottom, he make a strangled laugh.
I put his foot down. This had really gone too far. "Sorry fella I can't continue with your childish reaction."
When I stood up, I was surprised to see that his under pant's crotch was filled with his fully erected cock. Wow, I learned something: straight bois get hot when their feet are given attention.
I'm never one to let an opportunity pass. "I see you are aroused. I am a doctor. Do you want me to relieve it?"
All kinds of emotions played across his handsome face, fear, embarrassment, lust; lust won out.
"Could you doctor? I need that treatment...for my health.
I sat back down on the bench and put one of his feet on my crotch, right on top of my cock. This was heaven. I reached out and took hold of his thick jock cock, its head already peeking out of his heavy foreskin.
"Okay my friend, I'll have you in good shape in a moment."
His eyes were open wide and his mouth gaping in anticipation. One hand moved gently over his warm, smooth cock, the other caressed his athletic foot. Every so often, I slipped around and passed a finger over his ticklish sole. He would grunt from the shagging and giggle from the foot tickle until his nerve paths crossed and tangled and he let out a war whoop as he cock erupted and pelted his six pack with thick white bubbling ejaculate.
When he got his breath back, he thanked me, but he was blushing brilliant red, quite charmingly.
I think my response was off putting, as I said, "Anytime."
He squinted his eyes at me and his mouth took on a hard line. I was b-u-s-t-e-d!! I hurried away, back to the dorm. Back to more feet, as you will see.
End Part One