Kevin and I had been the best of friends since high school. Like brothers, we were as close as two people could be but without crossing any physical boundaries. Emotionally though, I knew that I loved the guy, and that my thoughts of him were definitely well over the line.
Believe what you will, but I never considered myself anything but straight before him or since. I cannot explain the contradiction. He was five feet, eight inches tall and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds. He had black hair, hazel eyes and pale white skin covering small but well defined taut muscles. He had dark hairy legs and ass, but the rest of him was smooth which made his feet and cock even more noticeable in contrast. Their size added to their allure as well, he had a nine-inch penis that was thin but with a comparatively massive head and his feet were size eleven with long slender toes.
When we were eighteen, we both ended up at university as roommates in the same dorm. I never discussed my feelings for him, but enjoyed the vantagepoint I had of his body. I’d often watch him change in the morning and peek at him while he showered, or stare at his soft pink soles while he read barefoot with his feet propped up on his desk. Other times I would sniff his socks and underwear from the hamper while he was still in class.
I was content with my own private fantasy and never intended to act upon them but for one night that changed everything. We were out at a pub for the night with friends and came home more drunk than we had ever been. Once inside our room Kevin sat on his bed and tried to take his shoes off. Leaning over he lost his balance and fell headfirst onto the floor, landing on his back.
“It looks like you could use a little help” I laughed.
Between his own giggling he agreed. I took hold of his shoe and made a big production of undoing his laces, while doing my best not to fall over myself. I slid both of his sneakers off and felt the dampness of his feet through his white socks. There was no foul odor; just the sweet smell of soap and laundry detergent mixed with the leather of his runners.
Before I knew it, I was rolling his socks down over his feet, first one and then the other until his bare feet were resting in my lap.
“You’re pretty brave getting that close to my feet, they probably stink pretty bad”, he asked.
I lied and said they were horrible and brought one up to my nose and inhaled deeply, then jokingly collapsed to the floor as if I had been gassed. Having had his feet that close to my face was too good to be true. My heart was racing and my dick was getting hard in my pants. Kevin nudged at the side of my face with his sweaty foot and laughed.
“Stupid foot, now I’ve gone and killed my best friend.”
This was more than I could take. I turned my head towards his foot, grasped it by the ankle with both hands and slowly licked the sole from his heel to his toes. He didn’t move or pull away but his laughter stopped and he just stared at me in confusion. I licked the bottom of each toe individually and put his big toe in my mouth, sucking it briefly.
When I stopped, I stared right back at him still holding his foot and held his gaze in defiance. When he spoke finally, he only asked why? I told him that I was just being weird, and that I would never do it again.
He paused for a while and neither of us said anything. Gently, I returned his foot to the floor and was about to let go when he whispered to me.
“I must be weird too because it felt pretty damn good!”
I smiled then and he smiled back at me. I spent the next hour licking and sucking his tender feet, kissing his toes and running my tongue between them until they were wrinkled and hot. I confessed my feelings to him and he nodded in understanding. He told me he had noticed me looking at him before and had been flattered by the attention.
He said he suspected my attraction but had no interest in men himself. That said, he still wanted me as his friend and would let me continue to be “weird” on occasion, so long as I never expected him to reciprocate.
I had my foot in the door and I was content with the arrangement. The semester would end three months later so I planned to take advantage of our time together and our proximity
I fell asleep with both of Kevin’s feet in my lap leaning back against my bed while he lay sleeping on the floor. Before that, I had spent my last wakeful hour gently licking his feet and thoroughly enjoying the way they tasted and felt in my mouth. His toes were so long and slender that I took my time exploring them.
I sucked each one deeply, enjoying the way they wiggled against my tongue, yet he never pulled them away. His nails we kept severely short but I could still feel them scrape along the roof of my mouth as I put as many toes as I could inside and ran my bottom teeth slowly along his soles.
After a while, he rolled over onto his stomach and I took that opportunity to give his heels and arches a more complete taste. His soles were thick but not hard from all the years wearing skates playing hockey. I buried my face between his feet and went to work at them.
I sucked them hard and gently bit the soft folds of skin in his arches. When I did this Kevin would cross his big toe over his second toe then flex his toes down as if in protest. Seeing this made me wildly excited and I could feel my penis straining against my pants. I wanted so much to set it free, especially seeing the hair on Kevin’s legs just past his jeans. Oh how I wanted to do more, to jump right in and just take him so completely.
I stopped then with his feet resting on top of my crotch over top of my pants. His feet had shriveled due to all the attention I had lavished upon them and Kevin was now sleeping soundly. I ran my fingers ever so lightly over his heels and between his toes until soon I was asleep as well.
In the morning when I woke up, he was already gone. Had it really happened? Had I scared him away? Did he regret his acquiescence? My lips felt numb and slightly swollen from the work out they had endured. I was reasonably sure that I hadn’t imagined anything. But what had happened to Kevin?
I nearly burst out laughing when I got my answer in the form of a page left on his bed. Beneath a pair of his underwear was a note that said, “Hockey practice - late. Going to play through my hangover. Guess we’re all weird in our own way!”
The crotch was still damp and the musky smell of cum was too prevalent to be denied. I could only wonder at what point it had happened and decided I didn’t care as I put my tongue into the wetness closed my eyes and smiled.
It seemed like forever until he got back. The questions I had in my mind were competing with each other and I was certain they would all come tumbling out at once, when he returned. Instead, when the door opened and Kevin walked in there was a brief and awkward silence - punctuated by a momentary glance towards the note he had left me. The underwear that had been left out for me had been tucked away out of sight.
“I guess you got my note”, he said finally.
“Note? There was a note, something must have distracted me”, I teased.
A quick smile and then a downward glance returned my gaze.
“Yeah, I guess we should talk about that huh?” he said.
I sat down on his bed and moved the note aside gesturing for him to sit too, but he remained standing.
“Actually, I should probably grab a shower first. I am pretty ripe from hockey practice” he answered.
I tried to tell him that it didn’t matter to me, then he suggested that I could use one too. I was still wearing my clothes from last night, and considering the potential, I agreed quickly.
My heart was racing. Our dorm had a communal shower on each floor with a couple of stalls off to the side that had curtains. Usually, everyone just used the shower tower in the middle of the room because the stalls were pretty dank and moldy. Kevin got to the showers after I did, but instead of standing near me, he moved off towards a stall and closed the curtain.
I took a long shower and kept waiting for some sign that I should join him, but it never came. I finished up and returned to our room. Kevin followed about five minutes afterwards and found me lying naked on my bed.
“Just give me a minute,” he said as he walked into our oversized walk-in closet and closed the door behind himself.
The anticipation was driving me crazy and my cock felt harder than it ever had been. Ten minutes later Kevin had still not emerged. I concluded that he was waiting for me since I did not hear a sound inside. I slid open the closet door and there he was, still wearing his towel wrapped around his waist, sitting atop the wooden laundry hamper.
He was crying silently and his tears were dropping onto the tops of his feet as they made their way to the floor.
“Aaron, I’m not gay, I can’t do this, it’s not right, it’s a lie” he said meekly.
I was confused; I couldn’t reconcile what he was telling me with what had happened the night before.
“You let me do it, the underwear this morning - I thought…” I was almost shouting.
“Last night with the feet was something I never expected” he retorted, “I can’t deny it felt great to have you licking my feet like that but I can’t return the favor and the whole time I had my eyes closed I was trying to forget it was even you!”
Callously, I reminded him about the cum in his underwear which he left for me to find.
“I know, it’s true - it happened, and all morning I’ve been wondering why I let you, why I used you to get off and led you to believe it could be mutual. It isn’t, it won’t be, I love having you for my friend but I am not gay!”
At once it was all clear to me. The solution was so obvious that I spoke it at once, “You don’t have to be. I am not even sure what I am, and as of last night I don’t really care either. I love you as my best friend and I am attracted to your body for some reason I can’t explain. I don’t expect anything in return, so if you like the way it feels just accept that!”
Kevin sat there nodding for what seemed like an hour as I held my breath. Then he asked, “Is it just my feet and my clothes or is there more I should know about?”
“I don’t know”, I lied, “Close your eyes and don’t think about it” I whispered. The floor beneath his foot was cold and wet from where his tears had landed. I kneeled down in front of him and touched the end of his big toe. I traced a path where the tears had been around to his ankle with my index finger but got no response.
Slowly, I ran my thumb along the underside of his foot and tickled the soft skin of his arch. His toes curled up firmly then spread apart wide. I looked up and saw that he had the hint of a smile forming and that indeed his eyes were closed.
Gently, I licked between each of his toes then sucked his big toe in and out of my mouth building in intensity. He brought his other foot around to place beside the first one. I ignored it. I began licking the interior portion of his ankle then gradually brought my tongue up onto his hairy legs reaching higher and higher with every pass.
When I reached the edge of the towel, I took hold of it with my hand and gave a sharp tug. It fell away from his waist, exposing the remainder of his legs and his circumcised, flaccid penis. His eyes remained closed tightly.
I continued licking slowly up Kevin’s legs, tasting the saltiness of his hair and feeling his muscles tense as I got closer to my intended destination. I paused for a second, trying to gather my courage and wondered if I was capable of doing what I was thinking.
When my tongue touched the end of his penis nothing happened. I closed my lips over the head of his cock and then I felt it, it was getting larger in my mouth and his thin shaft was getting longer, pushing deeper inside of me. I was actually doing it. My best friend of five years was sitting there naked in front of me. I was naked on my knees and sucking his dick.
I had a man’s penis in my mouth and I loved the way it tasted, loved the way it felt as is slid along my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My lips descended as far down his cock as they could until my nose was buried in the sweet smell of his pubic hair and the bulbous head of his penis was lodged solidly at the back of my throat.
Kevin made a small noise and said my name in the form of a question, but I didn’t stop. I worked my lips with the same intensity I had for his feet the night before, up and down every inch of his penis sucking for all I was worth. I knew he was about to cum and it was no surprise that I was almost ready myself.
There was no turning back. I remember tasting a warm sharpness at the back of my throat and feeling his penis pulsating in my mouth. I held his cock in my mouth carefully and swallowed down each drop as I too began ejaculating as well.
The first few of his squirts had gone straight down my throat, but the last ones I collected under my tongue so that I could savor their flavor. When I was sure he was done, I licked the end of his penis and saw the mess that I had made on the floor and on the tops of his feet. I returned my attention to his feet and spent the next ten minutes licking them clean as well.
I noticed that Kevin’s cum was thicker and much stronger tasting than my own, but I enjoyed the slippery texture I had added to his soft pale feet, as I made sure every trace was gone.
I left Kevin sitting there and got dressed. Neither of us spoke. I wondered about the irony of Kevin being left in the closet and wondered if I would ever be able to convince him to come out again.
I dressed quickly and left the room before Kevin was ready. I thought about staying to talk with him but I suspected we could both use a little time and space to sort out our feelings.
Sunday on campus is a desolate world. Like an episode from the Twilight Zone, only a few people remain, but they scurry out of sight before you can talk to them. Halfway through the Commons it started to rain, but rather than running for the shelter of an open building I took refuge under the spread of a familiar maple tree.
I often sat beneath this particular tree between classes and watched as people walked past. It was there that I often found inspiration for those overdue assignments, or would spend time ushering facts into my head for later regurgitation during exams.
Although the canopy of this tree was quite large, the occasional persistent drop of rain made its way through and found its mark on my head. At that rate it would take hours before I would be totally drenched so the effect was actually enjoyable and sobering.
I peered out around the campus and contemplated the events of the last several hours. My fantasy had gained a firm hold on reality and its momentum was fierce. The truth of the matter was far different than what I had imagined. In the physical sense it was better than I could have dreamed.
Kevin’s supple soles on my tongue, gently tasting each of his toes as I licked and sucked them individually. The warmth of his penis as it filled my mouth with its thick bounty of fluid. I could still perceive the sting of his cum in my throat and the numbness on my lips from kissing his flesh so intensely.
But in the foggy haze of fantasy there is seldom contemplation of the emotional toll. I had not anticipated the contradictions and confusion, nor was I at all prepared for my own feelings. Here I was almost nineteen and I had just seduced my best friend and given my first blow-job, both hallmarks of a new chapter in my life, to say the least.
The town where I was going to school was infinitely more tolerant than where I was from in matters of sexuality. Within the confines of the campus there was a large degree of acceptance. A flyer adorned a nearby light standard advertising the next of many “Homo-Hops” at one of the local pubs.
Back home I was reasonably confidant that anyone actually admitting to even knowing a gay person would be promptly lynched. The problem was, I knew I couldn’t stay at school forever, and there was no way I could return to my roots with my newfound appetite for Kevin.
I don’t know how long I stayed there immersed in my own thoughts but when the rain finally started to subside it was almost dark. I took to my feet and soon realized two facts; first of all, I was drenched and secondly, a familiar form was approaching me from the distance.
Kevin always walked slightly faster than most and usually with his head down. I used to kid him that he looked as though he had dropped a quarter and was in a hurry to find it again. His habit always gave me the opportunity to admire the full round cheeks of his ass in his tight corduroy pants. As he approached I could see that he too was soaked to the skin, the outline of his balls evenly divided by the seam of his pants. His erection was unmistakable then.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere warm” he said and gave me a friendly shove on my shoulder.
We walked two miles to the closest coffee shop and got there just before they closed. Today if I went back, I am sure that I would pass ten such stores, all of them open around the clock. The clerk greeted us with a mixture of amusement and contempt for arriving so late and in such a sopping state. We took our coffees to go, and laughed the entire way back to the dorm.
Nothing was discussed - it was as though nothing had happened out of the ordinary during the past day. We were just two good friends who were making the best of the miserable weather. When we got back to our room our floor was still almost empty. The rain usually slowed people’s return and I suspected that many might arrive early the next day for classes instead. I was first in the room and Kevin closed the door behind me. All at once I felt the ill-ease returning, the silence of those first few moments back was overwhelming.
“Ok Aaron, here’s the deal” he spoke in his best used-car salesman voice. He had a warm smile upon his face, which caused his cheeks to dimple slightly, and then he continued.
“I don’t know what I am, I don’t know what you are either. Maybe you’re gay and I’m not. Maybe we both are or maybe it’s just a phase for the two of us!” He was pacing now and making no attempt to lower his voice. “…The fact is I spent all day trying to decide how I was supposed to feel and how much I should enjoy but to be honest I am no closer to making sense of it all. Until it all comes clear I think we should just enjoy the ride. I’ll save the labels for when I’m old and wrinkled and maybe nobody wants to touch me then anyway.”
I told him how I had spent the entire day entertaining the same thoughts and hadn’t gotten any farther along than he had, when he interrupted. “You’re at least two steps ahead of me, but if your up for it, I’d like to catch up some” he taunted.
I stood right in front of him then and we kissed each other once deeply on the mouth. Our tongues touched briefly and we both laughed out loud, our eyes wide open.
“Follow me” I said as I began unbuttoning his shirt.
We undressed each other and threw the wet clothes into a common pile in the corner of the room, then moved over towards the opposite corner where my bed was. Like our clothes we intermingled our bodies with each other’s on top of the blankets. We were free to explore each other with our eyes, our hands, our lips and our desires. True to his word, about twenty minutes later, Kevin made his way towards my feet. Though tentative at first he soon developed a particular talent for tickling the underside of my foot with the bristles from a day’s growth of whiskers as he licked the spaces between my toes. I had never had someone pleasure my feet before and the sensation was immense. I began stroking my cock in unison with the movements of his tongue.
Kevin took both of my feet in his hands and moved them up towards his face. I was now lying flat on my back with my knees bent towards my chest. I was still masturbating myself when I felt his cock against mine as his teeth bit ever so slightly into my heels. I reached for his penis and found it was already quite wet. It slipped from my hands and for a second he was rubbing it firmly against my ass as he sucked both of my big toes hard inside his pouting lips.
He came then, shooting his load mostly all over my penis and stomach with a subtle amount running between the cheeks of my ass. Kevin wiped my feet against his cock and transferred the last few drops to them. Feeling the same stickiness against my feet and anus at the same time I began to cum as well.
My first shot filled my navel but the rest were swallowed up as the head of my cock parted Kevin’s full lips and stayed just inside of his mouth. He laid beside me then and I pulled a blanket up around us. We stayed that way throughout the night, whispering as the radio played off in the distance of someone else’s room.
The time we spent together from then until the end of the school year was exactly as it should have been. Two people as close as friends could be and as intimate as their love would allow. The relationship had always been a strong one, but being freed from the usual bounds of male friendship, there was a deeper connection. We laughed together, talked and shared ourselves; we enjoyed our lives and our bodies. It felt like a dream that would never end.
When it did, it was the emotional equivalent of being hit by a car. The day began like any we shared during the last few months of school. The two of us lay side by side in my narrow single bed. I suppose we could have pushed our beds together at any point, but there were appearances to be kept up.
Being able to reach out and touch Kevin’s body at any point during the night had its appeal, but we had decided early on that our involvement with each other was not to be a topic of public knowledge. We had never been closer and there was no need for outside acceptance to qualify our relationship. Everyone who needed to know was kept fully apprized. At least I thought we each knew everything.
“I’m going home for the summer” he said, almost as an afterthought while I lay on his bed and watched him get dressed. “And I don’t think I will be back in the fall” he added. Right away I assumed he was kidding, he had biting sense of humor and could deliver any line so deadpan you would think he was serious. He sat down beside me on the bed and put his arm around my shoulders.
“It’s true, I found out for sure yesterday but I’ve had an idea now for a week” he said.
I still didn’t fully believe him and said so. I pressed him for details and as they unfolded I could tell Kevin was being sincere. We had each planned to stay in residence and had found jobs locally, over the summer. Year-round residents were given priority over seasonal applicants and we wanted to make sure we kept the same roommates, especially now. I doubted either of us would find someone so compatible.
A friend at another school had found a summer job with a large software company. This was an incredible opportunity for him and Kevin went to visit, to offer congratulations and revel in his good fortune. Kevin was also a computer major and soon found himself introduced to the department manager. The deal was all but sealed that day, but the manager was reluctant to lose Kevin during the school year and suggested he change schools. The manager had influence at the university there and within a week’s time had pulled the necessary strings to facilitate the transfer.
“It’s the chance of a lifetime Aaron, I couldn’t turn it down and there was no sense telling you if it fell through” he offered weakly.
If the roles were reversed I might have been making the same plea but it still hurt that I had been left out of his entire decision. Then it hit me, what about us? There was no way I could follow him; I was going to be left behind! My marks were not stellar during the last half of the year and if I were lucky I would make it into second year by the skin of my teeth. No other school would accept my marks at par and I couldn’t afford to repeat a year. Kevin knew this was my reality I could see it in his face. Exams were over already and people were starting to pack up to go home.
“Maybe it’s better this way, I mean being with you all the time has been unbelievable…” he faded off and I started to finish his sentence.
“But?” He paused for a second and then answered.
“But one day I want a family, I want kids. The stuff we did has been intense and I don’t regret it, but can you honestly say it was ever going to be permanent?”
I had been too busy enjoying the present to think much about the future. I realized then that Kevin’s vision of the future did not include me in the role I had assumed. I was saddened but could see in an instant that there was no point in arguing the matter. His mind was made up and mine was spinning. There was only a few short days left.
Our last night together ended much as our first time together, with drunkenness and passion. When all of the bottles were emptied, Kevin collapsed on the floor and lay waiting for me. We each suspected this would be our last time together for a while, though no words were spoken on the subject
I undressed him slowly and deliberately, folding each piece of clothing and packing them all away into my drawers with the exception of his underwear. I gathered his feet together and lifted his knees towards his chest. With a beautiful view of Kevin’s cock and ass I began licking his feet in earnest. I grabbed at his soles with my fingers and tickled them vigorously as I took his toes into my mouth. As his feet tensed and his toes wriggled I pressed my tongue into the spaces in between and licked all around.
Kevin lay there with his head back. While his legs were covered with hair, his abdomen was smooth and his chest had but a few stray hairs around his nipples. His long skinny fingers wetted from his own mouth, traced patterns there and raised the tissue on his chest to tiny points. When his feet became wrinkled and pink I focused my attention onto his hot stiff penis that was by then already glistening with moisture.
I sucked his cock well that night, taking him deep inside me, thrusting his head to the back of my throat then slowly raising my mouth so my lips slithered up his slender shaft. I took each of his testicles into my mouth individually and licked them thoroughly, then made a path with my tongue up the underside of his cock and felt his penis throb as I gently pressed my teeth against it.
I continued licking Kevin as I slowly straddled his body. My tongue had lingered slightly at his nipples and I alternated between them and his fingers as they intervened from time to time. When I finally arrived at his mouth our cocks were pressed together firmly. As we pushed ourselves closer together and he allowed my tongue further inside of his mouth I could feel the sweat from our bodies as it mixed together.
His hands grasped my back and held me closer as I felt his cock start to twitch and fill the spaces in between with his warmth. Having him cum while I lay on top of him was more intoxicating than anything else I had enjoyed that night. I wanted nothing more than to rest my face by his crotch and recover every drop of liquid he had spilled but Kevin had other ideas. He turned me over to my back and gently licked his own cum from my stomach and cock, then wiped the remainder from himself with his discarded underwear.
He neatly folded the white briefs and set them aside, knowing I would eventually reunite them with the rest of his clothing in my drawer. Kevin returned to me on the floor and placed his feet onto my chest, and dragged them downwards deliberately until they had entrapped my swollen cock. With his hands on his ankles, Kevin used the soles of his feet to stroke my penis.
I loved the feel of his soft feet against my dick as he pumped it vigorously. I shot cum all over his feet and hands and when I was through, Kevin straddled my chest with his legs and sucked my cock clean while I did the same for his feet. We slept together for the last time in my bed and in the morning we showered together discreetly but playfully. He left before noon and I hugged him before he stepped onto the train. He didn’t turn back yet I stared at the place where he was until long after he was gone.
While we visited each other periodically over the next few years we were never intimate again. Our lives took us in different directions and in time, our contact became less frequent. Whenever we were together, it was never awkward and always positive, but there was an unspoken understanding that what once had been would be no more.
My next roommate discovered Kevin’s clothes about a month after school started up again. Cory was notoriously bad about doing laundry and one weekend while I was away, he had rummaged through my drawers in search of something that fit and found them.
He was about the same size as Kevin or maybe a little smaller, so when he tried to return them to me I said he could keep them. He joked about finding the underwear too and told me he sometimes kept a towel under his mattress for when he masturbated in bed. I laughed with him and feigned embarrassment at the subject but that was the end of the discussion.
Sometimes at night I would hear Cory jerking himself off but I never had any inclination to join him or acknowledge his efforts, whether they were directed at me or not. I had other roommates over the years but there was never any attraction to them or to any other guy.
After Kevin left, my marks steadily improved and I eventually graduated. Kevin’s married now and a success in the computer world. I doubt his wife could ever understand what we shared back then and there are days when I can’t figure it out either. Maybe Kevin was right; it was a phase, a single attraction to one person that was so intense it demanded satisfaction.
It’s been almost a decade now since that first night. Occasionally, I catch myself looking at a guy’s smooth bare feet and I think of those times fondly. I haven’t seen or talked with Kevin for over two years now and I guess that is for the better, for him at least. I often wonder what he thinks about on rainy evenings, when music plays just out of reach, but for now that door remains closed.
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Thanks to everyone who took the time to send me words of encouragement. I did not anticipate this level of interest and I am truly flattered. The story that you just read is not true and the only place these events took place is in the confines of my imagination. Based on your positive responses I will continue writing other stories but will focus on new characters of fiction.
Copyright © by Chad Prescott