Foot Fetish

Caught

     "Nothing!" Jake said startled as he got up off the floor.

     "Were you just licking my feet?" he asked.

     "I- no," Jake was lost for words. How could he have been so foolish? What was he thinking? He could practically hear his heart thumping behind his rib cage as his blood turned to ice.

     "Then why are they wet?" Colby questioned while running his fingertips over the damp skin. Jake felt his face flush as he shrugged. "Jake," he said, "Do you have a foot fetish?" The question felt like fire in his ears, burning his bones as it flowed through his body. Jake shook his head.

     "No," he replied after a few moments.

     "You sure?" asked Colby, who didn't seem convinced. Jake risked a glance at Colby's feet, still bare and alluring, resting on the cushion. He felt a tingling excitement shoot towards his pelvis as a boner formed between his legs. There was no hiding this from Colby, who's wide eyes were already glued to his crotch.

     "What if I told you I like feet too?" said Colby, removing his gaze from Jake's pants.

     "D-do you really?" asked Jake, trying to keep a steady voice.

     "Yeah," said Colby in a raspy tone. "You might even say I have a fetish." Jake almost didn't believe his ears.

     "Do you want me to keep doing it then?" Colby smiled.

    "Only if you'll let me do you."

     The two of them laid in opposite directions on the couch. Colby's feet rested a few inches from Jake's chin as his own dangled alongside Colby's face. They gave each other massages from their heels, to their toes, to the hard balls of their feet. Jake locked his mouth around Colby's hallux as he'd done earlier, while Colby's warm tongue drifted over his own toes. Jake let out a loud moan as he closed his eyes and cherished the gooey sensation on his feet.

     "Ah, Jake!" moaned Colby as Jake inserted his tongue between his toes. He rubbed the skin coating the top of Colby's foot until heat was emitted from the friction. Colby's moans became higher as he dug his nails into the flesh of Jake's feet.

    "Ah, Colby, do it harder!" Jake moaned. Time seemed to slip away for a while, until a familiar voice said,

     "What are you guys doing?" Jake and Colby both froze. Jake didn't want to open his eyes or move a muscle. He didn't want to leave this place he'd entered and return to reality, and he especially didn't want to see the expression on Sam's face or have to explain the morning's events to him. He felt Colby shift from underneath and forced himself to do the same. They sat side by side on the couch as Sam gaped at them in horror.

     "W-we were just..." Colby's voice trailed off.

      "Having a bit of fun," Jake finished. Sam looked from Colby to Jake then back at Colby. He seemed lost for words.

     "Sam, I was gonna tell you a long time ago, but I just... I think I have a foot fetish," explained Colby, while fondling his rings. Sam looked as if he was about to cry.

     "How could you just sit there and hook up with Jake?" he started, "And Jake, you have a girlfriend!" Jake felt guilt wash over him as he thought of what Tara would say if she found out what he'd done.

     "We were just experimenting," said Jake, but Sam had already departed from the room. Colby got up and followed him down the hall, leaving Jake alone in the living room. He could hear Sam and Colby's muffled voices a few feet away, so he stood up and went out the back door. He sat in a chair on the patio for a while and thought back to the warm sensation of Colby's tongue on his toes and how perfect the morning was until Sam Golbach walked in.