Jock Feet & Sock Stories

I don’t, but will keep a look out 👀.

Yah, I’ll try. Thanks for reading.

You thrust your nose into his toes and deeply inhlae his warm scent. Dragging your nose over his toes, sucking in the air from betwteen them . You deeply smell his toes for a few minutes then drag your tongue up and down his soles. Cooling them down, you lick and sniff your skate buddies feet for several minutes. He watches you go at it, not saying anything, occasionally rubbing the bottoms against your nose. He loves the treatment and you love his stinky feet.

You don’t respond back and are extaecstaticctic that both your friends will be covering your face with their feet in about an hour. You hope you get some time with each of them but also hope both gang up on you with their soles.

When your nerdy college, roommate helps you pass your class…. he casually reminds you of the deed you need to perform for that help. Him wagging his bare soles at you teasingly and wiggling his toes… silently ordering you to get your face down there and pushed it up against the bottoms. You’ll be smelling and worshiping his feet for the rest of the day no doubt. You know you’ll need help in some other classes so might as well get used to your roomie’s foot alphaness toward you. 

Thank you :). Yes, it was similar when my step-bro would make me smell his feet. I'd pretend to hate it cause I didn't want him catching on that I was liking his foot teasing. I didn't want anyone knowing I was into feet, I was to afraid of being made fun of. But much like Taylor, my step-bro would continue puting his feet in my face despite me pushing them away. I'm sure his feet had a good smell to them but I don't remember how they smelled. I'm sure I offhandedly said they did as he'd continue covering my face with them off and on when I'd visit my dad. His way of teasing me I guess which was a win/win for me but I don't think he really knew I was into it. Taylor, though, I felt was more foot dominant as his feet were extremely smelly, which he knew, so him constantly smothering me under them and making me inhale his foot odor was thrilling. I just wish I had submitted a bit more under his feet and given in. Loved his addicting foot scent and foot dominance.

When your friend knows you’re into feet and loves making you his personal foot slave. Every chance he gets, he enjoys having you sniff and lick the bottoms of his feet.

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Your friend’s college bro is blocking the stairs. He orders, “You’re not passing until you get down and kiss my feet 10 times.” You grin and kneel down, kissing the bottoms of each of his size 13s. He lets you by, and you add teasingly, “Your feet smell strong.” He responds cockily, “Oh, so you wanna smell my feet later on, huh? Well, since you want them that bad, I’ll be sure to make your face stink like them in a while.”  You backtrack, saying,” No, that’s not what I meant.”  He gets up, heading to the kitchen, replying,” That’s not what my feet heard.”   You know he’ll keep his word and will relish making you smell the bottoms of his soles and under his toes for a long time.

My stepbro growing up would do this to me a lot. Was great.

Trying to slip by your college friends without being spotted, you’re spotted, and they get your attention. They smirk at you, adjust their feet toward you, and with one of them giving you the slightest gesture… silently order you to get down to foot level. You gulp, quickly look around, seeing not many college kids around, and lower yourself down to their preppy flip-flops. You kiss each of their toes a few times, enough to assume it’s satisfactory to them, and hastily get up. “Don’t think you’re going to squeak by without giving our feet praise,” one of them scoffs. “Sorry, just in a hurry to get somewhere,” you reply, adding sheepishly, “You’re not going to use my face as a footrest again at the party tonight, are you? Please say no.” You can see both of them grin as if this isn’t an option, and you hear one of them reply, “It wouldn’t be a party without you flat on the floor with a few pairs of feet covering your face. Trying to sneak by like that, you’re definitely getting foot-smothered with some big feet tonight.” Your friend in the preppy pink shirt responds cockily, “Besides, everyone there knows you’re our slave for the rest of the month. Get used to these feet in your face, slave.” They both snicker and you respond,” Yes, foot masters.” You quickly hurry away, awaiting your night full of feet, wondering if your college friends will both try to cover your face with both pairs like they did last time.  

Tagging along with your college bud to visit his relatives. Chilling in the back, both of you alone for a bit, it doesn’t take him long to remind you of your place. He lifts his bare foot up at you and says,” My feet have been neglected long enough. Lick the bottom and between my toes, footboy.”  You hurriedly go over and get on your knees, beginning to lick his huge foot smooshed in your face. After a short while, you feel his other toes clench and rub your hardon beneath your nylon gym shorts. “Missed these feet huh,?” he asks cockily.  “Yes, I really miss the smell of them after a long day of classes,” you respond.  “Yah, you do,” he responds, clenching your nose between his toes,” You’ll be smelling them soon enough when we get back. I know you can’t resist my foot odor all over your face.”  He’s been keeping his feet in your face since junior high; you realise he likes the power trip from it with him quickly seeing you love being at his feet. Perfect friendship indeed to satisfy both personalities. 

At the party, you’ve gotten drinks for the brothers and a few of them have ordered you to bow down and kiss their Sperry shoes. While down at their shoes, you hear you Chris come in, hearing all of them light up when he arrives. He walks over and high-fives the other frat brothers before gently pushing you over onto your backside. He slips off his Birkenstock sandals and conquers your face with one huge barefoot. You feel the bottom sink into your face as you lay there, hearing the other frat brothers snicker. You hear Chris say,” Hope our new pledge is getting you all beers and doing his duties.”  You hear the other frat bro’s say he is and feel Chris nudge your face with his foot in satisfaction. “Good boy.” He removes his foot and orders you to get him a drink. You offer the other guys drinks and clean up where needed…. eventually having to lay on the floor and be a footrest to some of them while they watch the game. Massaging one pair of feet while Chris and another frat bro take turns covering your face with their bare soles. You end up being the casual foot rest for the rest of the game, feeling the weight of feet resting on your stomach, chest, and face.

When you have friends who love the aspect of foot dominating you and you get a text with this picture saying,”Your face is gonna get pressed between these! Hope you can handle the smell, 😂😂😂. Get over here footboy!”

The shy one among his college friends, always on the floor, he’s gotten used to his guy friends invading his face with their meaty feet.   It has just become something they do to pass the time when hanging out… his head so close to their feet that they can’t help but mess with him.   He sometimes groans in disgust, but his friends know he’s not really trying to get away.   It’s their subtle way of teasingly asserting dominance over him, embracing their alpha behavior.   Him letting his friend wrap his bare feet around his face, pulling him back, smelling the bottoms pressed against his nose.   Hearing his friend snicker behind him, telling him to get a good whiff of his feet.  Feeling the plump toes press into his nose as he smells between them.   Letting the jock feet have their way with his face, letting them rub against him.   All his college buddies are used to him being the normal footrest inside their circle.   He’s grown to love it and doesn’t mind their smelly feet smothering his face or the toes finding their way inside his mouth.   He’s okay with them embracing their alpha energy toward him by playfully dominating his face with their feet. 

When your teen cousin can’t help but show you your place whenever you’re laying on the floor. Seeing him casually standing over you before his huge foot engulfs your face. Feeling your face smoosh into the bottom as he leaves it there for a few minutes, having you breathe in his alpha foot aroma. Him thinking of you nothing more than a footrest or something his feet and toes can play with.