I stared at my buddy Brad’s huge wrinkly manly soles. Fuck they were hot. Brad just broke up with his girlfriend, who happened to be my sister. That’s how he and I knew each other - we would never really cross paths in life otherwise. He’s a man’s man, a gym junkie, totally straight, and outgoing. I’m none of those things. But while my sister dated him, we did strike up a casual friendship, despite our differences. It didn’t hurt that I covertly helped myself to sniffing his sneakers when he came over, and if I was lucky, his socks too, when he took them off to dry out on really hot days.
When they broke up, my sister actually asked me to talk to him. “You guys are friends, it would mean a lot to him if you helped him get through this,” she told me.
I was hesitant, but to my surprise, Brad must have felt the same way. The day after they broke up he actually messaged me first. “Hey bro you probably know about me and your sis. I’m pretty fucked up about it man. You think we can hang for a bit?” It was actually pretty sweet, so of course I said yes.
I went over to his place. It was Friday night and he was already a few beers deep. We got to talking which seemed to lift his spirits a bit. “You know what I really need?” He said. “I need to go out and drink.” And so we went to a bar.
It was a fun night. We hopped between two or three places, and Brad shot back several drinks while we talked. Brad is really hot, and definitely caught the eyes of a few girls. He flirted a few times but mostly really did seem like he just wanted to talk and vent to a buddy.
We got back to his place a bit past midnight. Brad was already coming down off the drinks he’d had earlier in the night, and was more tired than he was drunk or tipsy. We sat down in his living room, Brad on the couch and myself on an armchair, to keep talking and hanging out. Brad grabbed one more beer and pulled out a joint and took his shoes off. I always noticed when he does, not least because Brad definitely had some pretty smelly feet and socks and you could usually smell when he took his shoes off. My sister used to complain about it all the time. I could already smell the warm aroma of his musky socks start to fill the air.
That’s when Brad lifted his big powerful legs onto the small table in front of the couch, between me and him, and propped up his huge socked size 13 feet. We talked for a few minutes, he sipped on his beer and we shared a few hits of the joint. Then he leaned over and massaged his right foot a bit. “Man I’m tired. These dogs are barkin.” Brad then grabbed his socks and slipped them off his feet, revealing his massive, wrinkly manly bare soles. Fuck they were hot!
Brad held his socks in his hand and seemed to study them a bit, while I shifted uncomfortably, trying both to hide my boner and catch a closer whiff of his soles. “You know,” he said, “your sister used to complain about my smelly socks and feet. At least I don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he said half-sarcastically.
“That’s the spirit,” I nervously chuckled.
“Heh. Yeah. I know you never minded though. In fact you’d probably like to grab these socks from me right now.”
My heart skipped a beat. I froze and tried to think of what to say. “Woah man I … uh … what makes you …”
Brad interrupted me. “I caught you sniffing my socks and shoes a few times over the past couple years. You weren’t really as sly as I think you were.” I was still in shock. He knew I’d been sniffing his rank smelly socks? He knew I was gay, but I never imagined he knew I’d been trying to huff on his smelly worn socks and shoes for years!
“It was tough to believe you really wanted to smell them. A couple of times I even came over to your sister’s intentionally wearing an unwashed pair of socks, to see if you’d still go for them. Hell, those were the days you seemed most into them.” Oh man - I had definitely noticed that Brad sometimes came over wearing an old and clearly unwashed pair of socks. And fuck they really did always smell the best!
“Oh man Brad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to —“
“Nah it’s ok.” Then he looked at me. “You can have at ‘em.” He tossed the pair in his hands to me. I caught and held them. They were moist with sweat and I could smell them from inches away. “Uh - wow, uh — really?” I stammered. I couldn’t help myself … I brought them instinctively to my nose to sniff. Oh fuck. Oh fuck Brad’s socks stank. Fuck they were smelly!
“Sure. Knock yourself out. As long as you give me a foot massage as payment. I wasn’t lying - my feet really are sore and I could use a massage. Your sister never even touched my feet, not even after a shower. She said they were still too smelly even after washing them - wouldn’t go near them.”
I didn’t think twice. Taking another hit of his socks, I I reached out and took Brad’s meaty left foot and started massaging it. Fuck it even felt sexy. It was thick, muscular, and beefy. My fingers pressed deep into his meaty sole. I could feel myself leaking precum as I pressed into the wrinkles of his sole. As I massaged them I also got a closer whiff of their scent. His foot was moist with sweat too.
“Damn that feels good,” Brad sighed and rested further back on the couch. “Guess I’m lucky you’re really into feet.”
As he rested and enjoyed the passage I picked up his smelly sweaty socks and pressed them to my face, holding them in place and sniffing them while massaging his foot with one hand. Brad noticed. “What I’m only getting one-hand-action here?” He opened his eyes and saw me massaging with one hand and holding up and sniffing his socks with the other. “Oh I see. You really can’t get enough of my smelly feet huh. Fair enough. Do what you gotta do lil piggy.”
My dick was practically tearing through my pants. I kept massaging and he kept talking about this and that, girls, problems with girls, all of it. After another fifteen minutes of massaging his feet, I realized I’d slowly inched my way closer and closer to them, gently and subconsciously trying to sniff them closer, until my nose was just an inch or two away from them. Brad opened his eyes again. He had felt the breath from my nose as I got closer to sniff his feet. “Look at that - I didn’t realize this was a scratch and sniff. You’re really eager to sniff them huh? Can’t control yourself?”
I was practically panting. “Sorry Brad. I mean yeah - man I really want to … to uh …”
“I’ll tell you what. I’m about a second away from falling asleep. Once I do, you can go ahead and knock yourself out sniffing my feet. Get your nose as deep between my toes as you want. I’m a heavy sleeper I just gotta get there first. And you owe me another massage.” I eagerly accepted the offer!
True to his word Brad was asleep in under two minutes. I gave him another minute to really settle into it … and then I pressed my nose deep between his toes, and started huffing on them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Smelling them from a few inches away was one thing …. But up close? My nose pressed right between his toes? Fuck Brad’s bare feet stank better than I could possibly have imagined. I couldn’t help myself, I released my dick and started furiously stroking it as I hungrily sniffed Brad’s smelly bare feet. I tried to hold off my orgasm as long as I could but I couldn’t help it - his feet stank so fucking good! I started shooting my load as I pressed my nose deeper between his toes where his foot stink was strongest. With each hit of his smelly feet I my dick let out another squirt of cum. It was the most intense orgasm of my life!
When I was done cumming my nose was still buried between Brad’s moist toes, gently breathing in the scent of his foot stink. Within minutes I was hard again - and back to jerking off on Brad’s smelly feet.
