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Jay’s First Date Feet
I couldn’t believe my luck. Only a few days ago I’d started talking with this guy, Jay, and after a really nice first date, he’d invited me back to his place to continue talking and getting to know each other better.
I had been so enamored throughout the lunch date we’d done, I immediately agreed. I mean, he was everything I liked in a guy: big, strong, sweet, and caring. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying throughout lunch. So when we he invited me, it felt easy to just go along with it. As we sat on his bed, I didn’t expect sex, and I didn’t really care. I just wanted to get to know him more and continue talking with him. I suppose it helped how fucking sexy he was. I tried to hold back on voicing anything like that since I didn’t want to seem shallow, but after talking with him for a bit back at his place, it managed to slip out. In a whispered tone, as if even the words themselves knew they weren’t supposed to be escaping, I murmured, “God, you are just so fucking hot.”
“Haha, I’m glad you think I’m so hot,” Jay played it cool. Pausing a moment, he looked like he had something on his mind. Seemingly acting on the desire to voice it, he followed up with: “Can I be honest about something, man?”
“Yeah, sure, of course!” I naively encouraged Jay to share while I eagerly awaited whatever it was he was going to reveal.
“Hah, thanks. Honestly, I’ve been a little nervous to say this. Just promise me you’ll hear me out, okay?”
I couldn’t help giggling seeing him be so vulnerable about his nerves. I’m sure whatever he had to say couldn’t be that bad. “Yeah, Jay. I promise!” I held out my fist with just the pinky raised in my effort to be a little cute as well.
“Heh, all right, I believe you,” Jay smiled, hooking his much larger pinky around mine, solidifying the promise. “Okay, okay…” he took a deep breath in before continuing, “So I made that account not really looking for like a boyfriend.” Jay blurted that out so quickly, I almost didn’t catch it. But I did. And despite what I’d said before, that revelation was pretty crushing.
I suppose my disappointment was evident from a change in facial and body expression as Jay immediately kept talking, trying to get across what he wanted to say before I changed my mind about hearing him out.
“I know I put bi on my profile, but it was really more like bi-curious. But like, I wanted to figure it out, man.” Then, almost defending his point and trying to prove himself, he added, “Lots of people say they’re bi-curious, but that’s just them trying to seem progressive or some bullshit and they stay fucking the other gender. I’m actually curious here; I want to make that clear.”
I wanted to be pissed listening to Jay explain himself, but the way he put it… well it made logical sense. Mostly. There was still one part that I was confused about, though, like it or not, most of my initial irritation had quickly evaporated.
“Okay, I get that,” I validated Jay, probably sounding more exasperated than upset about the situation. “But then why did you put looking for a relationship down?”
“Makes sense you’d be confused about that. I figured that’d be the part that would trip you up when I opened up about this. I guess the best way to put it is that I was very much open to some type of relationship. See, my bi-curiousness has its own nuance.”
“How so?” I surprised myself by just how genuine I was in that question. I was surprised because I was actually curious to hear him out after he basically catfished me in terms of relationship desires.
“Well, like when it comes to romantics and general sex stuff, that’s where I was really bi-curious, man. Like who knows, gotta try talking with a guy and pounding him before I really know, you know?”
“Okay… That’s about what I would expect for someone who’s actually bi-curious.” I was confused where the nuance was. Jay then clarified that part for me.
“Yeah, man, so that’s the bi-curious part. But I also know I like doing shit with dude’s in other ways.”
Despite Jay continuing to beat around the bush, there was something about him that kept me hooked in this conversation. Maybe it’s because he was so hot that I was praying there was some way through this that I could get with him. I mean, if there was, I’d do whatever I had to so I could get with him. And to be fair to myself, yes, I felt that way because he was hot, but also, before the conversation had taken this turn, I had also been really into him as a person and felt the date had been going well.
So, with earnest curiosity of my own, I prodded, “Oh, I see… so you would explore the other things while doing whatever this is that you know you’re into with them?”
“Yeah, man, exactly! See, that’s why I’m telling you all this because you’re understanding and kind, and I knew you’d hear me out. Besides, I liked talking to you. You were really cute, and I was looking forward to what we could do together.”
Somehow Jay knew just the words to wrap me back around his finger because just like that, I was back to being fully invested. Blushing, I giggled at his remarks, “I really enjoyed talking to you too, and well, you already know I think you’re hot as hell. So… What is it that you like? What were you envisioning us doing together?”
“Haha, okay, do you promise to hear me out again?” Jay grinned, appearing more relaxed after I’d heard out the initial details. This time he raised his hand, holding out a large, strong pinky.
Grinning, I earnestly reached out immediately and looped my pinky around his. “Ehe, I’ve been willing thus far, I may as well go all the way,” I said, promising once again.
“Aight,” he chuckled, letting out a soft sigh. “So, like I said, I’m still trying to figure out whether I could ever date a dude or bend him over, y’know,” Jay repeated his earlier predicament. “But there’s this thing I like, and, man, when I think about it, it doesn’t matter who I envision it with, a chick or a dude— well honestly, I may even like it better when I envision it with guy, but like a cute boy like you— regardless, there’s this thing I like with both a chick and a guy. So, I knew I’d be interested in doing it with guy I might meet.”
“Jay!” I exclaimed in a playfully dramatic fashion, stifling giggles, “you can only keep me on the ropes for so long! I need to know what this is!”
“Haha, all right, all right, just keep hearing me out, aight?” I nodded emphatically at Jay’s verification of the promise. “See, I like having someone play with my feet.” Once again, I almost felt like I missed the declaration because I was so caught off guard. Like last time, Jay didn’t miss a beat in continuing to express himself before feelings of reservation could kick in. “There’s just something about having someone down at my feet that does something to me. It’s like my feet are connected to my dick or something, man. It turns me on like nothing else. Especially when the other person— let’s say a sweet, nice little boy like you— wants it too. When they’re whimpering and moaning because they need it. That’s why I said I think I might like it even more with a cute boy like you. Imagining having them be putty in my hands because of my fucking feet? I could get off right now just thinking about it.”
It was a lot to process, what Jay just revealed. I wasn’t really sure how to respond. Feet weren’t really my thing. I mean, weren’t they the lowest point of a person? That’d be pretty degrading, right? Maybe Jay enjoyed the idea of someone degrading themselves for him. I didn’t really know if this was for me, though.
“I— I see,” I finally spoke up, though still not quite “seeing” it. I’ll admit, I was trying though. I just think that messing with Jay’s feet in a sexual way was something that went beyond being willing to do anything to be with him. Although as I acknowledged that previous thought, a part of me felt a little more willing to once again hear Jay out. I guess previously thought that I’d do anything, and playing with Jay’s feet is included in everything, I suppose. Though maybe I was being a little too much of a pushover when it came to doing something weird.
Likely seeing the reservation once again come up, Jay actually flipped this conversation around. “So what are your thoughts on this? Haha, I get the feeling you’re not sure about it, so what makes you feel that way?”
“Oh, um, yeah. I guess I am feeling a little uncertain.” I admitted. “I guess, I’m just not sure how I would enjoy it? I mean, I suppose I can understand why you would like it if I’m massaging your feet and… whatever else is involved. So I guess that’s where my reservation comes in, when I try to think about what’s enjoyable about this for me?”
“That’s just it, man,” Jay pushed back without hesitation, “It would be about enjoying doing those things as well, just from the other side.”
“So, like, what? Enjoying rubbing your feet as the massager?” I quizzically questioned, almost rhetorically.
Once again, not missing a beat, Jay sincerely answered back, “Yeah, man. And enjoying being down there in all ways. You know, like enjoying giving me the massage, making me feel good. Enjoying getting to feel my feet. Even getting to enjoy the smell.”
“Enjoy the smell?” I couldn’t hold back my doubt about his claim. I would get to enjoy the smell?
“Dude, yeah!” Jay asserted as if I was the one who wasn’t seeing things clearly. “Actually, I think before the massage, before making me feel good, and doing anything else with my feet. I think the smell part is the ticket. If you like being down there just because of the smell, you’ll stay down there for the rest and learn to love it all. I think that’s the part we start with!” With that said, Jay actually began unlacing his timberland boots.
“Wh- Jay, I- I mean…” I couldn’t find the words to get out. It was like all my reservation went over his head. Either that, or he was convinced that once I started smelling his… probably sweaty, feet that suddenly I’d see things from his perspective. Just as I began to find what I wanted to say, Jay had pried off both boots and was peeling off a sticky, wet sock. Instinctively, I stopped myself from breathing in through my nose and spoke up, “Jay, I think—“
“Come on, man,” Jay interrupted me, pausing my extraction from the situation. “Remember, you promised you’d hear me out?” Fuck. As soon as he said that, I felt guilt welling up inside. “Part of hearing me out, is at least trying to sniff my feet, all right? Besides, what harm can one little sniff do?”
I… As crazy, and almost stupid, as the situation was, I had no retort to that. What would be the harm in smelling his foot? I wouldn’t like it, and that would be the end of this. It would be a little discomfort for, like, maybe two seconds? Then it’d be over. Sighing, I relented, giving in to Jay’s request.
“Y-you’re right,” I admitted, still withholding from breathing in through my nose. “What harm could it do?”
Pleased with my answer, Jay smirked, “Haha, fucking nice!” He cheered, “All right man, so go on, get on the ground, get close, and take a whiff!”
Dread building up, I lowered myself from the bed into the ground, resting on my knees. Jay then raised a leg and held one large, bare foot in front of my face. I stared at the brown, fleshy surface for a moment before burying my disgust and gradually inching my face a little closer to his foot. Once I was about half a foot away I took a shallow breath in through my nose. The dank, cheesy scent slightly burned my nostrils, even with as quick a breath as I took. “Th-there—“ I started, before being cut off again.
“Nah, man!” Jay shut me down before I could even finish. “You gotta get closer. How are we really gonna know unless you’re taking a hit right from the source? Come on, I need to practically feel your face up against my foot!”
I had almost had enough when my own words, promising I’d see this through and being willing to do anything for him, played in my head. Gulping hard, I willed my face forward. Closer, and closer. Closer. Until my the tip of my nose was lightly brushing the bottom of Jay’s sole. Just as I was swallowing my dread and preparing to take my last inhale, Jay stretched his foot forward more and fully pressed the warm, sweaty surface against my whole face.
Finally, done with the situation, I took a deep inhale in, making sure that he could hear it, so he wouldn’t add another stipulation. As I did, I felt that heavy, rancid musk fully invade my olfactory sense. It was almost like I could feel it snaking through my skull into my brain where it hung, clinging inside me.
“There,” I groaned, “I took a deep breath in just like you wanted.” Jay didn’t respond to my grumbling, however. Feeling a little disoriented, I sat there with Jay’s foot continuing to press into my face. A trail of sweat trickled down the arch before transferring to my cheek, continuing its journey before reaching my lips and sliding into the crevice between them. Without meaning to, I sat there stewing and disgruntled, unconsciously continuing to take deep inhales before sharply exhaling, flaring my nose.
The thick, ripe odor continued flooding into my senses with each inhale. With each breath, that fog continued to build and build. Despite all my disgust, the stench was so powerful it was alarming. Almost like an accident you see out on the road, dismaying, for sure, but you somehow can’t avert your eyes. Something kept me glued to the floor.
With each inhale, I felt like my senses were being violently assaulted. After a few seconds of continuing to huff in the stench; however, it finally began to settle some. As the shock from his foot sweat subsided, it transitioned into something more disarming. For a second I forgot what was going on as I felt overcome and destabilized.
I took a second trying to stabilize myself, but found it difficult. After about a minute of me sitting there in dyscontrol, doing nothing but take deeper and deeper inhales of Jay’s foot funk, he finally pulled his foot back himself. Unconsciously, I must have leaned into his foot quite a bit as I started to fall forward and had to catch myself. I realized in addition to feeling destabilized, I also felt quite dizzy. Probably attributing to the reason I had apparently been leaning on his foot. As I steadied my body, Jay lifted up his other foot and removed the other sock. “Still gotta huff on this one, understood? Gotta get the full experience. You promised.” Jay scrunched the soles and wiggled the toes as he hung his foot in front of me.
“O-okay… Yeah,” I sighed, blinking a few times at the ground. I felt wobbly and unsteady even as I rested on my knees with my hands on the ground. Turning my gaze back to Jay’s left foot, hanging in front my face, I slowly pressed into it the same way I’d been pressed into his right foot. I took another deep inhale, and felt the room spin with greater intensity. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on letting my face rest against his sole once more. I tried to focus my thoughts on what was going on, but it felt like my mind was moving through molasses.
I was leaning against Jay’s foot. I was sniffing Jay’s foot. That’s all it felt like I could think about. I took another deep breath in and felt that burning sensation spread from my nose to my head. At first it was unpleasant, but as I kept breathing in, it became less intense until it was a mild tingling. There was something about that tingling. Something interesting. I took a deeper huff of Jay’s foot, slightly adjust my face, trying to explore that tingling. Eventually my nose went between his big toe, then the burning returned. But even with the burning sensation, that buzzing tingle was still there. I didn’t know what that was but I wanted to understand it. I took as deep a breath in as I could, feeling that burning sensation grow, and grow, and grow, until it suddenly cut off. All at once, I felt Jay’s foot pull away. I barely managed to catch myself as my source of stabilization was removed once again.
“So, how was that?” Jay prodded, suddenly sending me crashing back into reality.
“H-Huh?” Was all I could muster through shaky breaths. Shaking my head, I tried to remove this thick, noxious fog that seemed to cloud everything.
Smirking, Jay repeated himself, “How’d you like sniffing my feet?”
Sniffing… his feet? Despite having my faced pressed into his large sole literally moments ago, something about that felt so foreign. Like, I wouldn’t have done that. Why would I have done that? Feet are gross, right? Something about the situation just wasn’t clicking for me. It was like it hadn’t happened at all.
“I-I, um…” I tried to form a solid sentence, and, struggling, ultimately just mumbled out something noncommittal. “It was fine, I-I guess.”
“Wait,” Jay said with rising enthusiasm. “So do you like it, man?!”
“I-I don’t know.” I answered, unintentionally sounding short in my response. I shook my head again, still trying my best to clear this strange haze.
Snorting, Jay seemed unfazed by whatever was going on with me, and insistent on changing my noncommittal response. “Come on, man,” Jay lit up, as if trying to encourage me. “We gotta figure this out, what if you like it? You’re cute as fuck. If you wanted to be down at these feet, I’d keep you down there for as long as I wanted.”
Jay’s cheerful attitude juxtaposed my persisting disorientation. I raised my head and was met by an innocuous appearing grinning Jay. Though there was something mildly calming about seeing Jay seemingly genuinely happy, it refused to mix and settle within me with the words he was saying. I could like his feet? I’d want to be down at his feet? Why? Why would I ever want that?
As much inner turmoil brewed within me, my face betrayed my struggle as I stared glassy eyed and innocently at Jay.
“All right, man, I got it.” Jay announced decisively, patting his legs. “Let’s try it again, only this time, let’s walk through it together. I want you to tell me everything thing that’s going through your mind!” Jay spoke with certainty as if the decision was already made. As if this decision was the only logical one. “If you don’t like it, you’ll pull away. Pretty easy, man, eh? You only keep doing something you like. So it’ll be pretty obvious then.”
With little hesitation, Jay leaned back again and raised a leg. My mind still foggy and slowed, even as concern and disapproval began to bubble, Jay extended his leg and descended his foot onto my face long before I could have reacted. All at once, I felt the fleshy texture of Jay’s foot pressing against my chin, my cheek, my nose, my lips, and my forehead. As it did, Jay wasted no time, picking right back up with his plan.
“Fuck, man,” Jay smirked and letting out a soft sigh and chuckled to himself. “You look so fucking good under my fucking foot... All right, you gotta take a deep breath for me again, understood?” My body felt paralyzed trying to process everything going on. Yet the more it tried to unravel from the situation, the harder the gears overexerted themselves all in vain. I simply couldn’t comprehend the incomprehensible, and trying wore out my psyche more and more until Jay ground his foot slightly into my face, and repeated a familiar line. “Come on, you can give it one more whiff, can’t you? Take one more deep inhale for me. Go on, you have permission.”
The gears that were trying to spin and spin, harder and harder finally broke. Instead of producing anything new, all I was capable of was playing back the same compliant thought from before. He’s right, one little whiff couldn’t hurt… Let’s just take a deep breath in…
As I did, that burning sensation returned, thoughtlessly, my face adjusted until it was right between his big toe again. There it is… so intense, so acrid. What is it doing? I have to know…
The fog grew thicker, denser in my head. It hurt to think. I wanted to stop thinking. I let my face limply rest against Jay’s sweaty foot. More comfortable…
“Fuck, man…” Jay moaned. “So how was it? Tell me what you think?”
Speaking was too hard, I didn’t want to speak. A weak whimper was all that escaped my throat.
“Heh, well, seems like you don’t dislike it! Because otherwise you’d pull away. Eh, eh?” Jay teased my inaction, highlighting the difference between my own willingness to remain under his feet compared to anybody who obviously wouldn’t want to remain there. “Take another hit for Daddy then, keep huffing on my ripe dogs, man. What’s one more hit gonna hurt?”
My brain felt fried from the fog, and couldn’t form any opposition to Jay’s demand. What would one more hit hurt? So I took yet another deep inhale, feeling that burning spread throughout my whole head, then body. I felt almost jittery from what it was doing. And still, I couldn’t figure it out. I wanted so badly to understand this feeling. What would another hit hurt?
So without order, I sucked in as much of the cheesy, ripe scent as I could, feeling electrified by it. By now all forms of thought were fading. The last thing that went through my head was that same mantra: why not take one more hit?
“I think somebody a little footfag, huh?” Jay sneered as I continued to heavily breathe in his foot funk. “Fuck, boy, that’s fucking hot as shit.”
Scooting back some, he relaxed more and casually engulfed my face with his other dank foot. “Ahhh, see, I knew you’d come around. So let’s just say our relationship for now is master and slave, eh? I’ll walk you through everything that entails, but the gist of it is that you do whatever I want and I allow you the honor of groveling beneath these dogs. Sounds like a pretty good deal, huh?”
From underneath Jay’s soles, a pathetic whimper was all that was uttered.
“Hah, sounds like obedience! That’s aaaalllll I ever wanna hear!” Jay cooed. “Perfect. And hey, I meant what I said earlier too. If you’re a good boy for me, take care of these dogs, worship these toes, maybe I’ll let you slobber all over this cock? Or hell, even pound that round fuckin’ ass of yours.” Whistling, Jay slapped my face with one of his soles and lauded, “That is one NICE ass too.”
Briefly removing his feet from my face, Jay quickly shucked off his pants, replacing them before I’d even registered they were gone. An obscene mound was just barely restrained by the thin fabric of his boxers. “A real good boy might even get to be my fuckin’ wife. But you gotta work real hard for that. I love a good big titted bitch running around for me. So show me why having a cute little pin-dick fag could be even better.” Jay wiggled his toes along my forehead as I knelt there unmoving and zombie-like.
Slowly lowering a foot until his toes rested on my lips, Jay played that same old trap one more time. “We can start by having you slobber all over my toes and soles. C’mon man, you can take one li’l lick, one li’l suck for me, right?”
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I hope you all enjoyed that story! I know it’s been a long time since I last posted. Life’s been hectic, but I’ve been trying my best to write here and there when I can. It helps when a pic really strikes my fancy, and this pic definitely gave me motivation 🤤🥵
It also helped focusing on an isolated story, where I know there’s less stress about having to add to it in the future. With this I could just focus on getting where I wanted to go without having to think about what’d come next.
I have gotten a few messages letting me know that you guys’ have missed my stories and I really appreciate hearing that! I wish writing could be my full time job haha then I could spend all my time creating the hottest, most depraved stories with manipulation, submission, domination, and control to my, and your, hearts’ content.
As always, I love hearing from you guys. Love talking about men’s feet and what kind of stories you guys like/ would like to see. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long to come out! 😅
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