Foot Fetish

Morning Fun

     Jake woke up on a Tuesday morning and went downstairs to eat some cereal. Colby entered the room as he was pouring a pint of milk into his bowl.

     "Morning," he said while running his fingers through his messy hair.

     "Morning," Jake replied. He glanced down at the floor while Colby poured a glass of juice and noticed that he was barefoot. Colby rarely wore shoes or socks around the house, and Jake liked this very much. He watched as his toes gripped the floor with each step and began to feel slightly aroused.

     Relief washed over him as Colby left the kitchen and he was alone once again. This happened far too often, but Jake was determined to keep his fetish a secret from his friends. He hadn't even told Tara for fear of how her opinions of him might change.

     Jake tossed and turned in his bed for hours the next morning, unable to fall back to sleep. He turned on his phone to check the time and saw that it was just after six a.m. He decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of water and passed the living room on the way there. Colby Brock was lying on the couch seemingly unconscious. Perhaps he fell asleep watching TV last night, or maybe he simply decided not to sleep in his own room. Then Jake saw through the pale sun rays, two naked feet peering out of the blanket's edge.

     He was engulfed in lust as he stared down at the smooth skin and round toes resting there so peacefully. Jake had an idea for a moment but decided it was mad and far too risky to carry through with. Then he remembered how heavy of a sleeper Colby was and thought, maybe...

     He nudged Colby's side to see if he would awaken, but Colby remained still. Jake then stroked his toes with a trembling right hand while excitement erupted inside of him. Colby was still fast asleep, so he rubbed his feet harder, applying more pressure with each stroke. Jake moved his face closer to Colby's toes and glided his warm, wet tongue over the balls of his feet.

     His heart stopped when Colby's left foot flinched, but his eyes remained closed shut. Jake sucked on his largest toe while glazing the rest of his foot in saliva. He licked the spaces between his toes and brushed his fingertips over the smooth, shiny skin. Jake never imagined a moment like this would ever come to pass.

     "What are you doing?!" said an alarmed voice from the couch. Colby had woken up.