lick-my-jock-feet:Lick my dirty sole fag. You know you want to. And I did want to.An hour ago I neve

lick-my-jock-feet:Lick my dirty sole fag. You know you want to. And I did want to.An hour ago I never would have thought I wanted this, let alone admitted it. But here I was. Beneath Him and His feet, this was heaven, this was where I belonged.As stated before this all started about an hour ago. He was my roommate and He had just come back from a run and promptly lied on the couch and put His feet up. I had just gotten dressed after showering, and I proceeded to sit down on the chair next to the couch, from where I sat His feet where facing me, emanating a strange warmth. It was the same feeling you get when you wake up in the middle of the night, but still feel the soft tug of sleep lulling you back under. His feet were strangely calling out to me. Jeez, I don’t know what was going on with me, I brought my eyes up to him and He had this strange look on His face, like He knew something I didn’t.“So…” He dragged out, His voice dripping with temptation “what have you been up to?” a naughty smirk crepty across His face. “You were in the shower a pretty long time, and seemed pretty dazed after you sat down.” I was confused as to what He was insinuating. I mean, I knew WHAT He was insinuating, but why He would be insinuating that, and so boldly, confused me. “Well,” I explained, trying to evade His presumptions, “I was just about to make some breakfast, I figured you would be hungry after your run.” Whatever He was getting at before, I hoped that distracting Him with the offer of food would suffice.“Hell yeah I am, I could use a good omelette right now. And you know what, I pushed myself hard; throw some bacon in there as well.” It seemed my idea worked, but then He followed with yet another strange comment. “By the way, if you’re planning to start making breakfast for me after my morning runs, you should really try to start them before I get back, y’know. Just keep that in mind for tomorrow.” I mean I guess I could see how He would jump to the conclusion that I would be willing to do this for Him all the time, but it was just that, a conclusion He had to jump to. Still, I wanted to play off His earlier comments, so I just went along with it.“O-okay, I’ll keep that in mind. I guess just try to let me know what you want beforehand, so I can make it for you.” Jesus, I was making this way worse. I was letting Him walk all over me. I could swear I heard Him chuckle “Too easy” under his breath, but I was too focused on making the omelette and bacon that I decided it wasn’t worth focusing on. Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t that important. I had to stay focused. I had work later and I wanted to get everything I had to do today done before I left.It was already a bit of a handful, but while the food was cooking I started brewing some coffee and thankfully it finished right as the eggs finished cooking. After I plated the food, I felt like it needed something more, and so I added some strawberries to the plate. I knew they were His favorite and would often see Him eating them, so I hoped He would like addition I made for Him. I brought the food over to Him as He relaxed on the couch and felt pride as a huge grin spread across his face as he saw the additional strawberried and coffee I got for Him.“Shit, you really know how to make a man happy.” I placed them on the table beside Him and stepped back, for some reason I felt a warm glow surround me and felt very hapy with His praise. He moved so that His feet were now resting on the table and started eating the food. As He was eating He started wiggling His toes and I knew it was probably awkward to continue to stand here, but I couldn’t help but stare at His socked feet. Once again, it was like they were calling out to me. My trance was only broken when He spoke: “You’ve done a great job taking care of me this morning, but you know what would be really nice: if you would take these socks off for me. I know my feet must be ripe, but you don’t seem too bothered by it. Besides, these boys need to breathe after what I put them through, could go for a good bath too, to get the sweat off of them…” He trailed toward the end, and I wondered why he made the comment about the bath because it sounded as though He wanted me to do something about it. I definitely don’t think I ever would have conceded to him asking this before, but without thinking, I found myself on my knees, peeling off His left sock.As the first sock came off, I felt a sudden wave of foot funk assault my nose. It was like my brain was hit by a freight train and suddenly I felt like I didn’t have any energy anymore… except to take off His other sock. That was all that mattered now, wasn’t it? For a few brief seconds I just kneeled their before Him as He ate the breakfast I made for Him, one foot socked and the other sockless and both wiggling, flexing, and taunting me. Tempting me to give in. Why was I thinking these thoughts? It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, did it? I don’t think so. I took one more look at His bare foot, which I knew to be size 13 from previously being told, but in this moment, it looked giant, powerful. Then I looked up to His face to see Him staring down at me and all I could think was that He looked like a king, my king.With newfound resolve I peeled off his other sock, knowing that any remnants of resistance would succumb to Him when I was hit with the combined power of both His sweaty feet. And it did. Mindlessly, I grabbed His left foot and began lightly massaging it. “That was easier than I thought it’d be.” He proclaimed, “You never gave any indication you might be a fag before today, so I thought you might put up a bit more of a fight. But nope, you practically fell at my feet the moment you came back with my food.” He placed the empty plate back on the table and stood up. “Now then fag, lie on your back.”Obediently, I lied on the floor on my back. As He approached me, He reminded me of the comment He made earlier. “First order of business as my new foot fag will be to clean up the sweat off my feet, with your tongue, of course. Lick my dirty sole fag. You know you want to.”And I did want to; in that moment there’s was nothing I wanted more than to lick His feet clean. -- source link

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