teenjockfeetandsocks:Stepbro’s FeetWhen I was about 23, my dad remarried and I got a new stepbrother

teenjockfeetandsocks:Stepbro’s FeetWhen I was about 23, my dad remarried and I got a new stepbrother. Collin was just turning 17 at the time. Overall he was cool and we hit it off pretty well. He was kind’ve dominant in a way and had a slight cockiness about him. When I’d sit on the couch, he’d sit on the other side and sometimes lift his feet up and prop them in my lap… like I was just part of the couch. I think he did it to be just to get a rise outta me or see what I would do. Even though he was 17, he still had some immaturity in him and having that “I’ll do what I want” attitude. He was the jock type teen, played soccer, so his feet always had an aroma to them. Sometimes it could be mild to really intense. If he had to wear socks, he’d wear the same socks for days so the odor would just build up and seep into his bare feet. His feet could fill up a room with their dry, ripe, cheesy smell. What he didn’t know, no one did, is that I had a mad foot fetish. I love feet, the odor drives me wild.  Of course, I couldn’t let on so of course when he’d prop his feet in my lap I tried to play it off like I didn’t want them there. I’d push them off every now and then but being Collin, he’d insist on keeping them there until I’d just give in. He liked winning.s One day we were just watching tv and as usual, Collin took it upon himself to use me as his personal footrest. This had gone on for several weeks now and I had become less and less resistant to him putting his feet on me. To where it almost become just a routine. He’d shift his feet around some on my lap and I could just instantly smell the odor from them.  I took a slight sniff of the air and teasingly said, “You’re feet smell….” Collin continued watching the tv but I could see the corner of his mouth slightly turn up. “What was that…? You said you like the smell….? ” he teased.   He lifted one bare foot in the air about an inch from my face and said,”Press your nose into my foot and get a good whiff …” I hesitated for a few seconds. I could always play it off as if I was just joking around. After all, he was always resting his feet in my lap… I don’t think he would really freak out that much if he knew I h ad a foot fetish.I gulped and thrusted my face forward, pressing my face into his naked sole. My nose sinking slightly into the middle of his foot. I took a long, deep inhale. Damn it was great. Feeling his bare foot in my face, the smell overwhelming me. I pulled back, half grinning, and fell back into the cushions of the couch. Before I could react, the same foot thrust forward as I watched Collin turn his attention to me. With a grin on his face, he pushed his foot back onto my face as my head sunk slightly into the cushions behind me and I slouched down some. “You’re not done…. keep smelling!” I muffled out an inaudible noise from underneath as I smeared my nose upward closer to his toes. I could hear his show, he was half watching, coming back on and briefly see him turn his attention back to the tv yet still had control of the situation. He shifted his foot down now engulfing my nose with the bottoms of his toes, the smell now doubled. I took in a huge inhale, sucking the intoxicating boy foot scent in. He started wiping his toes on my nose, pressing them against my nostrils, dragging them back and forth. As he did this, I slowly sunk back into the cushions to where I was almost laying flat. After a couple passes, he asked sarcastically,”Liking my foot smell?” I couldn’t speak but moved my face to the side some. Collin brought his other foot over, put his toes on the underside of my cheek, and tilted my face up some. Then planted his other foot on me making sure I couldn’t see or smell anything but feet. I breathed in the new wave of odor as I lay there smothered. He rubbed his feet some into my face, adjusting them and wiggling his toes before saying,”Yah, you love it don’t you…huh, footboy?”  I lay there inhaling, faint headed, slightly terrified that I let my secret out. Not sure what he would do with it. Collin then parted his bare feet briefly from my face and I could see him looking over at me. “Say you love it, “ he asked half smiling. “Huh?” I croaked out. Collin tapped the side of my cheek with his toes and said,”Tell me you love smelling my feet. You know you do so just admit to it.” I swallowed and said,”Yes, I love the smell of your feet.” “Beg to smell them,” he said smiling. I could see he was really getting into this control. I looked at him as he waited. His boyish looks just smirking at me, eyebrows slightly raised…waiting for me to verbally submit. I said,”Please cover my face with your smelly bare feet..I love smelling them…please rub the smell in my face.” Collin kinda chuckled and immediately started smearing the bottoms of his soles over my nose as well as bottoms of his toes. “Yeah, keep smelling my feet…your face is gonna stink of my feet afterwards.”He continued smothering his bare feet in my face for the duration of his show, sometimes keeping his feet still, yet my whole face was covered. By now I was deliriously content, slightly faint headed, but in foot heaven. I could then feel Collin slide the foot that was resting on my nose down and he tapped my lips with his toes a little. I looked over at him and watched him say,”Lick my feet.”“What….?” I said. “You heard me… lick the smell off my feet.” I hesitated. Collin pushed his toes slightly harder onto my lips, almost parting them. “Do it or I’m gonna tell Mason about you getting off on having guys feet in your face.”Mason was Collin’s best friend. He was the jock type, a year younger, but was with Collin a lot. He was a good kid but also had some of the traits Collin had in being dominant. He no doubt would totally commit to humiliating me under his feet if he knew about this. Which wasn’t a bad thing, being under two teenagers feet would be awesome. But I was still leery of anyone knowing I had a foot fetish…I grabbed his ankle, pulled one foot back from my face some, and starting at the heel….slowly dragged my tongue up his foot. Tasting the cheesy smell and slight saltiness of his bare skin was awesome. I licked up and down his foot, getting the sides of it, then stopping at the toes. I started at the pinky toe and fourth and pressed between them. The tip of my tongue sliding against the sides, getting them wet. Then moving onto the next pair until I got to Collins big toe. I licked between that and the second toe, swirling my tongue between them. I licked underneath them, dragging my tongue back and forth. Collin then got his big toe and pushed it into my mouth saying,”Suck on it.” I started sucking on his big toe, playing with it for awhile before getting each of his toes separately in my mouth and giving them the same massage. I’d take his toes out of my mouth and lick his whole foot up and down again. Then turning my attention to his other foot while he continued watching tv. Getting that fresh foot odor taste on my tongue again as I worshiped his teen jock feet. I laid there being his footrest and foot slave while he ignored me for the next 20 or so minutes. It was bliss.We then heard from downstairs that dinner was ready, Collin quickly covered my face with both bare feet, making sure my nose was pushed into his toes for one last inhale. He then removed his feet from my face and ordered me to lay on the floor face up. I obeyed and did as he asked. He stood on either side of my chest before walking up to my shoulders. I looked up at him towering over at me. “From now on, if my feet are in your lap, you’re gonna rub them. If I put them in your face, your gonna smell and lick them. You’re gonna take care of them after soccer practice cause they’re going to be tired…got it?” I nodded my head yes. Collin smiled down cockily then lifted one bare foot up and covered my face with it in dominance. My nose cushioning into the middle of his fleshy foot. “My feet own you loser.” He then removed his foot from my face, bent over, and grabbed his one sperry shoe. He turned it over and placed the opening right over my nose. “Been wearing them the whole day, they fucking stink. Smell my shoe for 2 minutes then come downstairs…footboy.”  I could see him walk away and head downstairs as I laid there on the floor, rock hard, inhaling the sweaty shoe smell from my stepbrother’s foot.Yes this right here is what I want!!! Stepbrother, friend or just a mans feet in face -- source link

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