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Coming up the stairs to visit your friend, you see his older brother blocking the way. Before you can say a word, he says,”Corey went up to the store with our mom, he’ll be back in a bit. Also, are you into feet?”

You stare blankly at him but get a little totally squeamish inside cause you are but have been trying to hide it. 

He continues,”Cause I see you sometimes wrestling with my bro and I know he uses his feet to push you away and into the cushions. You don’t really try to hard to get away. Almost like you like him keeping you pinned under his feet. We briefly talked about it but it didn’t go anywhere but it got me thinking. I think you are into them. I know Corey won’t bring it up but since you haven’t said that you aren’t, I’m going to assume that you are. It’s all cool, I don’t care, and I won’t bring it up to Corey. But if you are into feet, how bout you kiss the bottom of my foot.”

You gulp, not sure how to handle this as you’ve never come out to anyone about your foot fetish. But you find yourself automatically leaning in and kissing the bottom of his bare foot. You see him grin a little and lift his other foot up and you kiss it as well. He get’s up and you follow him into the apartment. He tells you to sit at the end of the small couch as he takes the opposite end, then immediately presses both feet into your face.  “Smell my feet slave,” he says, easily rubbing the bottoms against your nose. You let it happen, the soles completely smothering your face. You grunt a little as his toes rub firmly against your nose. You hear him ask,”Like those feet rubbed in your face?”  You nod your face against them. “How bout you lick my toes,” you hear him say as he forces his big toe in your mouth. You open and suck on his big toe before moving your tongue between each of his other toes greedily. You lick his feet for a few minutes before he covers your face with both feet, pinning you under them at the end of the couch. You breathe them in while hearing him say,”Like I said, I won’t say anything to Corey about your foot fetish, he’ll eventually catch on, but don’t be surprised if you end up on the floor being my or both of our footrest if we’re watching movies. You want that?”  

“Yes foot master,” you muffle out shakily into his soles. 

Halloween day -  A few days had passed since the encounter with your best friends older brother. You were still stunned by it but quickly came to a realization that you wanted a chance encounter like that to happen again. You were spending the night at your friends place as he was having a halloween party there that night, nothing crazy, but a relaxed vibe with a handful of friends. You both were in the upstairs den area , you sitting at the end of their couch watching your friend go through a game level when Brady walked in. Looking at his bro and over at you, he sat down on the couch not saying anything for a moment. He finally asked what time the party was going to start, in which your friend answered with a bit of other brief chit chat. You could detect a medium smell from his socked feet but not as strong as the previous encounter. Apparently, your friend didn’t say anything or was just nose blind as it wasn’t that intense to him. You tried to act casual but briefly noticed Brady slyly grinning at you as he bent down and yanked off his socks, tossing them at your face. You dodged one and the other fell in your lap, in which you thew it back at him.  Your mind raced with anticipation if he was going to act like he did the last time. Without hesitation to your question, he settled back against the dividing armrest of the couch, and lifted his big feet up… plopping them in your lap. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you tried pushing them off but Brady wasn’t having it. He kept them pretty firm in your lap and after a few failed attempts,  you relaxed and let him keep them there. You glanced over at your friend who was still gaming then back over at Brady. That sly grin on his face again as he teasingly raised one bare foot up to your nose level and said sarcastically,”Trick or treat, smell my feet…” You could smell his foot odor hit you in the face as it hovered there. You hesitantly backed your face away but Brady pushed it forward, the bottom brushing against your tip of your nose. You groaned out some, slightly sinking down into the couch. You felt his other foot push into your chest, semi-keeping you there, while watching the bottom of other smoosh into your face. You move your face against his foot, trying not to call attention to yourself, as he lifts the other one up from your chest, planting it on your face smothering you. Engulfed in fleshy darkness, you take a big sniff of the large feet consuming you, before pushing one of them away. You faintly say,”No, I’m not…,” but it’s all you can get out. His foot rejoins the other, both soles pressed against you, hearing him say,”What’s that? You wanna smell my feet?” You manage to pull his feet down to your chest just as you hear their mom call up to your friend for help with something. You watch him leave then turn back to Brady, he lifts one bare foot back to your face, smearing it in, before pressing the bottom of his toes over your nose. You take a breathe in while hearing him tease,”Sniff!” You grunt a little, sinking a little further down, giving him leverage as he brings his other foot up, smothering you under both of them. “Like that? Like my smelly feet rubbed all over your face?”  You didn’t know how to respond except to nudge your face against his soles as you continued breathing them in. You felt Brady massage one foot up and down your nose as he continued to tease,”Foot fetish.” He continued rubbing his feet in your face till he heard his mom call for him downstairs. He stopped the motion, keeping both against your face, last act of his dominance toward you, and said,” I won’t say anything to my bro but admit you like sniffing them.”  You nod your smooshed face against his padded soles, admitting defeat. Brady snickered, removing them, and heading downstairs. A few minutes go by and you hear your friend come back up.  “We should start getting ready for the party, my mom needs help downstairs.” You both head down and Brady covertly leans toward you when no one is paying attention, and silently gives you two sniffing sounds, adding,” Later.” 

ASK ANSWERED

To be honest I never got good grades at everything in my school life. There has always been subjects where I was better, and it's still the case now I'm at university. It's true my dad has often been disappointed by my grades because he knows I could do better if I worked harder.

To be honest I am too much focused on my blogs on Deviantart and Tumblr, I'm such a gooner that I spent nearly this whole school year gooning about the men's feet and asses that I haven't worked enough.

I became addicted to porn more than ever, and I focused too much on my stories, that's why I was hoping to get more likes and especially comments on my stories, regarding to the time I spent on my stories.

I don't know about my dad, but what's sure is that I have not good grades this year and I would have to lick my teachers's feet / asses. But we aren't living in a fantasy world, so that will not happen. To make you understand, I have a teacher who looks a bit like the man on the pictures below, a fat, small, bearded white man in his thirties, not very dominant.

If he was as handsome as this man, I would gladly bow at his feet and lick them clean to give me good grades (and I don't deserve it).

So yeah, my dad will surely be disappointed by his loser son once again, and I will have to find a job soon. That partly explain why I imagine myself as a human toilet, because I am talented and a good person, I think, but sometimes I feel like I really am a fag loser.

I think all slaves / gooners / fags / losers will agree with me that it must be incredibly amazing to have the honor to worship Alpha Male Celebs's armpits. The smell, the taste and the feeling of being humiliated by an alpha male celeb who treats me a like a fag!