Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2006 14:00:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Andrew J <andrewbjo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Jock Foot Massage

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 "This is good shit, man!" Eric said, handing me the joint. We had just
finished watching the game on TV, and were kicking back in his living
room. It was "girls night out" for Julie and Stephanie, meaning the 2
of us got to do our own thing too. Neither of our girlfriends was into
sports or smoking pot, so the occasional girls-night-out worked out
perfectly for Eric and me.

I took a deep hit, and held it in for as long as I could. "I wonder what
they're up to tonight" I said, exhaling.

"Probably the usual... bitching about us." At this we both laughed.

Eric was sitting in his armchair a few feet away from me, wearing only in
his boxers. The pot was slowly having its effect on me, making me feel
very warm. It was wintertime, and the heat in the apartment was turned up
pretty high. I stood up from the sofa and started taking my jeans and
t-shirt off. "You mind?" I asked.

"Whatever, dude. You know when I'm at your place I'm usually stripped
down before we even start watching the game". Which was true. We were
both pretty comfortable around each other, and usually just hung out in
our boxers when we were alone anyways, so figured why do any differently
when we were together.

We passed the joint back and forth some more, and before long we were
both pretty stoned. Some days we were really talkative, and sometimes
when we got stoned we were mellow and pensive. Today was shaping out to
be the latter.

            It felt good to be stripped down to my briefs and hanging out
with Eric. I looked down at my body. I was in pretty good shape, even
though I stopped running a few years ago when I was 28 due to a severe
ankle injury. I still worked out religiously, and took care of myself. My
white briefs nicely highlighted my tan and the dusting of light brown
hair I had all over. I always get compliments and looks from people, both
men and women. I worked as a massage therapist and had a lot of gay male
clients.  Many of them are always wondering if I am gay, which, I take as
a compliment to my good looks and marginal fashion sense.

I watched Eric through the smoky haze as he stared off into space, lost
in his thoughts. He was a small guy, several inches shorter than me, but
very well proportioned. He worked out regularly, and his arms and chest
were well developed. He had a little bit of hair on his chest, which I
swear he shaves periodically (although I don't know for sure... I never
notice hard enough). His hairy legs were well developed too, from years
of running marathons. Between us two he was definitely the better looking
one. Definitely the Pretty Boy. Which was fine by me... Stephanie liked me
just the way I was. I secretly think she has a fetish for cavemen.

The one thing about Eric I always found striking was his feet. As a
massage therapist, I've seen a lot of feet. Eric's were definitely on
the smaller side, not disproportionately so though, and were very finely
shaped. He was probably a shoe size 7, which was small, even for his
height of 5'8''.  He had deep arches, and long, well-shaped toes, all
perfectly spaced apart. His toenails were angular in shape and perfectly
groomed. I looked down at my own feet -- large, and hairy, with ungainly
shaped toes and nails -- the exact opposite of Eric's feet, and slid
them under the ottoman out of view.

The other effect pot sometimes had on me was it made me horny. Not so
much horny, but sensuous and tactile... and as I gazed at Eric's feet,
stretched out on the ottoman, I had this sudden urge to reach out and
touch them.

"Dude... something wrong with my feet?" Eric asked, noticing me staring
at them.

"Naw, nothing at all... just noticing how they're kinda small compared
to the rest of you" I said, immediately realizing it sounded rather
insulting, and regretting it.

Eric just seemed amused. "Yeah... everyone says that. Julie says we
should share our shoes" He laughed out loud.

This made me laugh too. "They're real nice shaped feet though. You
should see some of my clients. Ugh!" I was immediately relieved that
Eric hadn't been insulted.

"Huh" he said, intrigued. He lifted one of his legs and examined his
foot, feeling it and gently massaging it .

 "Mind if I feel them?" I asked

"Sure... I guess." Eric looked at me quizzically wondering why I'd want
to feel his feet. To be honest, I didn't know why either. We were both
happily straight, uninterested in men but very definitely "metro", and
had several gay friends. The idea of being sexual with another guy
wasn't the least repulsive or even uncomfortable to me, it just didn't
do anything for me. Other than a shoulder massage I'd given Eric a few
months ago when he'd hurt himself, it was the only real other time I'd
ever touched him other than gestures of friendliness or comraderie, like
a handshake or hug after a Giants win or something.

I guess I was just immensely intrigued by his feet, and feeling
tremendously sensuous and tactile with all the pot.

So I reached forward and touched his feet. I was amazed at how smooth and
babysoft the skin was. The hair on his legs gradually thinned then
abruptly stopped just above his ankle, and his feet had no hair on them
at all. The skin was pale compared to his hands or face, and even
compared to my hands. I gently held his left foot in one hand as I traced
his bone structure from the ankles to his toes. His toes were small,
divided into neat segments by the joints, with the tips soft and round on
the base. The toenails looked strong and had a healthful shine, They were
all evenly cut and cool to the touch.

Compared to his delicate toes, the fingers my hand looked very rugged. My
skin was much rougher than his, and I had well-developed muscles in my
hands and wrists from doing massage. This made my fingers look big and
fat.  I felt like a caveman.

I felt my face getting flush. "Man, you've got... uh..." Nice feet. I
completed the sentence in my mind but was too confused to say it out
loud.

Eric was staring out in space again, lost in thought, but had a gentle
smile on his face. His eyes were semi closed, and I instinctively
intuited that he was enjoying the touch. Years of working in massage
gives you that instinct.

            I continued with my exploration of his feet... gently
massaging his arches, and drawing large circles around where they ended
on his sole up to his ankle. Then, using my fingertips gave his arches
and sole a firm pressure-point workover. He was pleasantly sensitive to
my touch, but, thankfully, not ticklish. I could tell by the curling of
his toes and the way his calf muscles gently contracted every now and
then, that he was enjoying my ministrations.

            Eric was definitely relaxing, and holding his foot up was
getting increasingly difficult. I put his foot down, and pulled the
ottoman outwards. I sat on it, facing him, and put both his feet in my
lap. I then took hold of his right foot and started massaging it.

His left foot felt heavy and warm in my lap, inches away from my crotch.
His pale skin against my hairy thighs was having a strangely erotic
effect on me, and I felt myself responding. My dick started growing
slightly, as was evidenced by the bulge in my white briefs. While I was
intrigued and a bit confused by this reaction, I was too busy enjoying
Eric's feet to think too much about what it meant.

I worked on both his feet for several minutes each... amazed at their
beauty and their feel. I was also basking in Eric's expressiveness... his
moans and sighs and shudders, not to mention the myriad other signals he
was sending in response to my massage was making it really worthwhile.

 We were both feeling quite stoned now, and my dick was completely stiff.
I looked down to see a tent his boxers.  I looked at Eric, who was
looking at me, with an odd mixture of total relaxation, lust and intrigue
in his eyes.  Man, I know how you feel, I thought to myself.

Just going with the flow (what else could I do?), I brought his foot up
to my mouth, and gently kissed the sole. Eric shuddered, tilted his head
back, and closed his eyes. I inhaled, curiously, to find that his feet
smelled like a combination of clean socks (i.e. fabric softener), and
that unmistakable smell of feet. I eagerly took another inhale, deeper
this time. Oddly, or maybe not oddly, they reminded me of the smell of
Stephanie's feet.

I started licking Eric's toes. I glazed the spaces between his toes with
my saliva, taking in the feel of his toes with my tongue. The softness of
his skin, the round, suppleness of the tips of his toes, and the texture
of his toenails felt so good... this was all new territory for me, and I
was amazed at how good it was all feeling.

Eric's foot resting on my lap had inched its way closer to my crotch,
and the sole of his foot was resting against the ample bulge. I marveled,
in my stoned state, at how perfect the arches of feet fit into a bulge in
a lap.

When I started grazing my teeth against the soles of his feet, and gently
biting them, Eric started moaning louder.

"Man, don't stop..." he moaned, as I earnestly worked my teeth and
tongue over his feet, his soles and arches. I pressed both his feet into
my face together, using my tongue to sort of fuck the space between his
feet in the shallows his arches made, while firmly pressing his toes into
my forehead.

All of a sudden, Eric reached down and gruffly touched my face. "Dude
you've got stubble. Now I know what Julie means," he laughed. I hope I
wasn't hurting his feet too much.

As he sank lazily back into his chair, I watched his crotch. His cock now
was pointing out of his boxer fly, but he didn't seem to notice or care.
I'd never seen his cock before, and was surprised at my own curiosity as
I continued to stare. It was definitely on the shorter side, rather thin
and had a modest head on it. The skin was darker than the rest of him,
and shined as it was stretched taut, and the neat slit at the head had a
drop of precum glistening on it. It looked... beautiful... was the word
that came to mind, against his well worn gray cotton boxers. I noticed
through the opening that his pubic hair was trimmed short. Of course.
Eric, the Pretty Boy.

My own cock was steel-hard, and had escaped from the confinement of my
briefs. He was sticking straight upwards towards my belly button, having
broken past the confinement of my briefs through the waistband. I looked
down at him as as he throbbed, standing at full length and girth (which
are pretty impressive by any standards), with a full forest of hair at
the base. I've always been proud of how well endowed I am, and more
importantly Stephanie loves my size (she calls him `bigboy').

But as I compared Bigboy with Eric's cock, it somehow made me feel
unrefined and uncivilized. My cock looked angry and masculine in a
primordial way, while Eric's looked civilized and refined... equally
masculine, just differently so. Like his cock was a refined aristocrat or
celebrity and mine was the rough slaveboy or bodyguard.

Eric spread his knees apart (I was still holding onto both of his feet at
my head), and I gently laid his feet on my shoulders, on either side of
my head. I tentatively reached out and touched his cock.

"Ohhh..." Eric's body jerked in response to my touch. I made a fist
around his cock, and he instinctively started thrusting into it. It felt
really weird to have someone else's cock in my hand. And Eric's was so
different from mine... smooth, and short, with very few veins. He had
tautly stretched skin, with none of the loose flaps of skin like I have
around mine. Holding his dick was reminded of the handle of my Phillips
screwdriver. God I was stoned.

At full thrust, when my fist was nestled all the way into Eric's neatly
trimmed pubic hair, his cock just barely poked out of my fist. I had to
grip my wrist tightly as he thrusted, as he was drooling precum all over
the place and it was getting slippery. I grabbed my own cock with my
other hand and started jerking myself off, matching Eric's rhythm.

Neither of us lasted very long. Eric's furious, frenzied thrusts into my
fist lasted about a minute before his whole body tightened up in orgasm.
his feet pressed together against the sides of my head and his back
arched so his pelvis thrust even closer to me, and with a sudden
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." he erupted. His cum shot everywhere... covering
his chest, shoulders, the back of his chair behind his shoulders, and
even me. Bigboy erupted at precisely the same instant, sending long ropes
of white, thick semen over my chest and Erics thighs. I continued jacking
him off clumsily during our orgasms, which made him splash all over me
too. I got hit in the face and chest with a few squirts.

Man, we were spent. We were both heaving and panting as we came back to
our senses. I was afraid to move because I didn't want to get cum
everywhere, and Eric was more or less locked in position with me between
his legs, his feet still up on my shoulders. Talk about awkward. If only
my gay clients could see me now, I thought amusedly.

I met Eric's embarrassed gaze with an equally embarrassed one of my own.
We looked at each other for about a split second, and then both burst
into laughter.

"So much for hot sex with Julie tonight" Eric said between bouts of
laughter.

I started laughing again at that, and added "Yeah, sorry about that,
Steph."

We disengaged ourselves from each other, and Eric got us towels. As we
wiped ourselves off and got dressed, he said "Dude, I've got the
munchies. Wanna go grab some pizza before the girls get back?"

"You're on, man!"


The END

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