Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 11:28:42 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barefoot in the Stacks (m/m, oral, feet, not-all-sex)

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Barefoot in the Stacks

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Studying
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I pushed through the door and sighed as the chill air struck me. Outside the
sun softened the asphalt and the humidity was 99%. Inside it was cool and
dry. The University had half a dozen libraries but this particular one was
devoted to the seldomn used works and usually pretty quiet. Some people like
me just came here to study. Some came for what supposedly happened in the
basement bathrooms -- but I wasn't into that.

I walked through the lobby and past the rows of newly installed computers. I
suppose that's the way it was going. Why keep giagantic piles of musty books
when it could all be accessed at the touch of a few keys.

I walked around the corner and pushed the button for the elevator. I could
have as easily taken the stairs but I liked the old elevator. You had to
open and close the door yourself and you could see the scuffs of a million
feet on the floor. I pushed the F button. For reasons no one knew the floors
of stacks had been labeled A-G. I didn't like G; it was too cold and there
were only a few places to sit. As the elevator rose the fan ticked slowly
and pulled in the faint smells of steel and old grease.

On F I pushed open the door and stepped out into the quiet stacks. I could
hear one or two people shuffling their papers, the hum of the air
conditioning and the lights. I drank in the musty smell of the books those
computers were trying to replace and wound my way back to the corner and my
favorite study carrel.

I sat down and pulled books out of my backpack. I was wearing a t-shirt and
shorts plus my usual sneakers and white quarter socks. The cool air felt
cold on my skin as my sweat evaporated. Even so I was still hot after all
the walking so I decided to get comfortable. I reached down and unlaced my
shoes and kicked them off but I left my socks on. This felt like an illict
thrill I have to admit. I had taken my shoes off a number of times here and
it always felt good. Once or twice I had even ditched my socks and relished
in the feel of my bare toes against the carpet. And one time, on a really
quiet Saturday night, I had strolled around through the stacks barefoot. I
know. Simple thrills.

I spread my papers and books out in the study carrel and set to work quickly
loosing myself in my physics homework. I was aware that at some point the
other half of my carrel became occupied but I paid it no attention. People
came and went all the time. I continued my work in silence broken by only
the occasional distant cough.

As I leaned back to stretch and consider my next homework problem my pen
rolled off the desk. I pushed my chair back and bent down under the carrel
to get it. I was surprised to see a pair of gorgeous, tanned male feet. The
feet were flat on the floor in a pair of well-worn leather sandals. I think
I might have gasped. They were perfectly proportioned. Toes a little bit
short, but cute, with neatly trimmed nails. These were well cared for feet.
As I sat there stupidly with my head under the desk, my unseen friend flexed
his toes and I watched, enraptured. I like feet.

Reluctantly I sat up and pulled my chair back in. There was no chance of me
finishing my physics homework now. All I could think of was that beautiful
pair of feet under my table. And the lump in my pants said I wasn't getting
up any time soon either. I was obsessed. I sat there listening for every
sound from the other side of the high study carrel wall. I knew it was
stupid but after a few minutes I contrived to drop my pen again. When I
looked under the table this time I saw a pair of bare feet outstretched
toward me. This actually made a drop of precum ooze out of my cock.

I could see a bit of his soles. They were lightly calloused and obviously
used to being in sandals, but still managed to look soft as only young feet
can. My neighbor flexed his toes again and I think I may have sighed out
loud. I sat back up and thought for a bit. I had known since coming to
college that I was gay, even though I was a virgin when it came to other
men. I had also known that I had a bit of a thing for the male foot. I
enjoyed scoping out all of the cute feet in sandals I saw on the college
campus. Boy, was I ever glad that sandals had caught on just in time for my
college years. But I had never been taken quite like this. I had to do
something. I was overcome by an urge to touch them no matter the cost.

I slouched back in my chair and stretched out my legs in what I hoped was a
natural seeming way. I stretched my stockinged feet out slowly. I wanted to
touch that cute pair of feet seemingly by accident, and not so hard as to
make him pull immediately away. As I was doing this I realized it was
stupid. He'd either just pull back and I'd have to mumble an apology or he'd
think I was a complete freak. But I didn't care. I had to do it.

My right foot touched something warm. I wished I weren't wearing socks but I
was sure that taking them off at this point would guarantee to freak the guy
out and probably get me beaten up. I was going to have to be satisfied with
this. And it was wonderful. To my surprise he didn't pull away even though I
could hear him shift his weight. Was that a sigh? I sat as still as I could,
relishing this little bit of contact.

Finally I felt him move. He moved his foot, just a little bit. Must have
been a little tremor. Couldn't have been intentional. Then he did it again.
Could it be? Could he actually intentionally be "playing footsie" with me?
With my heart thudding in my ears, I moved my foot a little against his,
expecting him to jump back. He didn't. In fact he moved his feet against
mine some more. There was really no pretense now. His bare foot stroked my
socked foot, and when I felt his warm bare toes on my ankle, above my sock,
I thought I would burst. I couldn't believe I was getting so excited by
this. We went on like this for what seemed forever. I was sitting there
considering whether to take off my socks, come around and introduce myself,
or just continue when the worst happened. I heard footsteps coming down the
aisle toward our little corner. I pulled my feet back quickly.

Unfortunately the interloper chose the carrel behind me and sat down
noisily. I knew it was over. I was debating taking another duck under the
desk for a look when I heard my partner-in-footplay packing up to leave. My
heart sank. I pictured those beautiful feet sliding back into their sandals.
I wanted to jump up and follow him but I was too chicken. So I just sat
there. As his footsteps receeded a piece of paper fluttered down to the
table in front of me. It was a piece of notebook paper. Written on it in
neat block letters was the message, "Same time tomorrow? No socks."

I think I was in love. And I hadn't even seen his face.

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Touching
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After my friend had left I ran out of the library and biked off campus to my
apartment as fast as I could. When I got there I ran to my room, locked the
door, stripped naked, and threw myself on my bed and stroked myself to
orgasm in about three strokes. There was no question I would be back there
to meet that pair of feet again. I thought about it all night and the next
morning.

I arrived at the library about half an hour before the time it had all
started the day before. My heart was pounding. I came around the corner and
was relived to see that no one was there. I sat down in the same spot and
pulled out my books and spread them on the table. I knew this was mostly for
show. There was no chance that I would get any real studying done.

Nervously I unlaced my shoes and took them off. I sat that way for a second
and then took a deep breath. I took off my socks and placed them in my
shoes. I felt really exposed. To keep me from changing my mind I put my
socks and shoes over by the wall next to my backpack.

I sat with my naked feet flat on the floor. I was very self-conscious of
this. The other side of having a foot fetish is that I tended to be very
self-conscious of my own feet and didn't like to show them off. At the same
I hoped my friend liked them. The time passed interminably and I alternated
between staring at my watch, making an attempt to read, and looking up every
time I heard the slightest noise. It was a Friday and pretty quiet as many
students were skipping classes and heading out for the weekend. I was
actually skipping a class for this.

At long last I heard the chair opposite being pulled out and heard someone
sit down. I didn't even bother with the pretense of dropping my pen. I
dipped my head under the table and was overjoyed to see that same pair of
beautiful feet in the same pair of sandals. I was in time to see them
kicking off the sandals and then reaching out toward me.

What was I waiting for? I sat up and leaned back, pushing my legs out. Our
feet touched. I didn't know why I loved that feeling so much but I did. My
feet touched his and all of my nerves were alive. His feet were warm, his
soles just a little bit rough. I began moving my foot around, stroking the
top of his foot with my toes. His other foot captured mine. I was in
esctasy.

We played like this for I think about half an hour. For a while getting
quiet and then stroking each other's feet and ankles again. I was terrified
that someone would see, would come around the corner fast before we could
react, but I wasn't about to stop. My favorite thing was when he stroked the
sole of my foot with his toes. It tickled just a little bit but felt great.
I couldn't believe I was sitting her having what amounted to foreplay with a
total stranger. The whole situation seemed utterly ridiculous. Placing
footsie in the library? I hadn't talked to him or even seen his face. Nor he
mine, as far as I knew. I wanted to get up, go around, and take this to the
next level.

Suddenly his feet withdrew from mine. He stood up and began walking off. No
packing up his stuff. He hadn't bothered to pretend as I had. To my relief
another note fluttered down in front of me. It said, "Tomorrow at 12? No
socks."

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Playing
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Enconsed in my usual study carrel that next day I did actually start to get
into my work a bit. I wasn't concentrating all that well but I was getting
some homework done and I was absorbed enough that I didn't hear him until he
was right behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice quietly said
hello. I turned around to see a cute guy with blond surfer hair. He was
wearing an old t-shirt with a maroon tint and very well-worn cutoffs. A
quick glance down and I saw his feet. Then I realized. It was him. He saw me
look down and smiled.

He said hello again but still speaking very softly. I sat there slack-jawed
for a bit and then finally stammered out a hello. Glad you showed up he
said. He looked pointedly at my bare feet and said thanks. I blushed. He
smiled and told me I might want to pack up. I put all my books and papers
away into my backpack and went to grab my shoes. As I started to put them on
he said please don't and that I wouldn't need them. I hesitated, unsure what
to do. He smiled reassuringly and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he
pulled me up. He said we need a bit of privacy and to follow him. How could
I refuse? I padded after him with my backpack on my shoulder and carrying my
shoes and socks. I hoped we didn't run into anyone. I followed him through
the stacks looking at his squared-off shoulders, tight butt, and down those
gorgeous legs to his bare heels clicking along in his sandals. I don't know
about love, but I was firmly in lust at least.

He led me to a unmarked door tucked in a short hallway behind the elevators.
I had seen it before but always assumed that it was to access the elevator
equipment or something. He opened the door and turned on a light. I was
surprised to see that it was outfitted spartan and windowless study room.
There was only an old and scarred wooden table and four chairs. The floor
was discolored linoleum which felt cool and a little dusty. My friend shut
the door behind us and then tucked one of the chairs under the doorknob,
effectively wedging it shut. I could tell from the marks on the floor that
this had been done a lot.

I stared at him not sure what to say. He put his fingers to his lips and
smiled, then he put his hands on my shoulders and took my backpack and set
it aside. Then he took my shoes and set them on the floor. Finally, he
gently guided me to the table. I sat on the edge with my feet dangling. He
then pulled up a chair facing me but a little distance away. He motioned to
my feet but I wasn't sure what he meant. Finally he reached down and picked
up my left foot. Gently he pulled my leg straight and placed my foot in his
lap. He told me I had nice feet and I blushed. I said they weren't half as
nice as his and he thanked me.

He grasped my foot firmly with his hand and started massaging it. I almost
melted off of the table. He smiled at me as he continued to rub the muscles
of my foot, forcing them to relax. I had never had anyone do this for me and
I was amazed at how good such a simple thing felt. After a while he motioned
for my other foot and this time I needed no prompting. I happily gave it to
him. He massaged my right foot, then alternated back and forth touching both
feet. He stopped pushing as hard and his touch became lighter. It became
less of a massage and more of a gentle stroking and touching. I had been
completely hard in my shorts for all of this and I was sure he could tell
but I made no move to hide it.

After a while he smiled that amazing smile again and said that there is
something else he wanted to do, and asked if I minded. Whatever it was sure
I didn't mind and I eagerly nodded yes. He pulled his chair a bit closer and
began rubbing his hands lightly up and down my legs, then one hand began
reaching up my shorts and touching the inside of my thigh. I'm sure I
groaned out loud and I felt another drop of precum emerge from my cock. His
other hand began exploring the front of my pants, then his fingers sought
out my zipper and pulled it down. He reached in with his hand and undid the
button of my boxers with no hesitation and only a moment later I felt a warm
hand grasping my cock. I'd had a handjob from a couple of girls and even
once had sex with a girl, but I had never been this excited.

He pulled my erection out into the open the stroked it a few times, then
leaned over and licked the head of my cock. I jumped in surprise and looked
down. He didn't bother to look at me, he just leaned down and engulfed me.
His tongue swirled around my shaft while his right hand stroked the part of
my erection that didn't easily fit in his mouth. His other hand was still
holding on to my foot in his lap. This only lasted a few seconds, a little
to my embarassement, before I blasted to orgasm. The intensity and quickness
of it surprised me and I didn't get the chance to warn him. It didn't seem
to bother him though. In fact he moaned a bit as he swallowed and continued
stroking me with his hands and tongue.

Eventually he leaned back and relaxed. He smiled up at me and I became aware
of the scene. I was sitting in a library study room hanging wetly out of my
shorts with another guy. I flushed a bit and started to tuck myself away. He
didn't seem surprised or say anything at all. Just smiled at me. After a
long while he spoke. He asked me how I liked it. I wanted to scream that I
loved him, but I just said that it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt.
He seemed pleased then asked me what I was doing the rest of the day. I said
I was doing whatever he was doing, and then felt foolish. But he didn't
laugh. He just nodded and pushed his chair back.

I put my shoes and socks back on while he watched and then picked up my bag.
We left together and took the elevator down to the lobby. I wanted to pounce
on him but he just stood there with that damned implacable smile. Outside we
stood awkwardly for a moment and he asked me if I had a car. I said yes and
that it was on campus. He said he had been thinking of going tubing and
asked if I wanted to go. How could I not?

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Shopping
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I followed Tim, I had finally learned his name, to the parking lot where it
turned out he was parked not too far from me. He drove an old pick-up and in
the back were two inner-tubes. He had come prepared. He said I just needed a
bathing suit and some waterproof sandals. I told him that I could go in the
shorts I was wearing if need be, but that I didn't own a pair of sandals. He
just said that it was time I got some to show off my nice feet. I blushed.

We went by my apartment, him following me in his truck. I ran in and put on
a bathing suit under my shorts, grabbed a towel and came back out. I told my
roommate I'd be out for the day. He mumbled a goodbye without lifting his
eyes from the cartoons on TV. Tim then led me to a store in the downtown
area that would have sandals.

It was a small storefront with only a few shoes on display, rather than the
discount-type store display that I was used to. When we came in there were
no other customers and only one young woman working the counter. I told her
I was looking for a pair of sandals. If she noticed my nervousness she
didn't say anything. She asked me what kind and I said I just said just
something waterproof. She guided me through the selection and I eventually
pointed to a pair of black Tevas. These were common on campus and I felt
more comfortable getting them. The clerk asked me what size of sneaker I was
wearing. I said that I thought they were tens. She went off to get them
while I sat down and looked at Tim nervously.

When she returned, she instructed me to take off my shoes with a trace of
annoyance. I unlaced them and removed both shoes, again hoping my
nervousness didn't show. She asked if I intended to wear them with or
without socks. I said without and she told me to remove my socks. I did so,
trying not to think about it too much. She grabbed my foot and pushed it
into the sandal, then tightened the sandal straps. Then she did the same
with the other foot. She stared intently at my feet, and then reached down
and flicked a bit of sock lint off one of my toes. She told me to get up and
walk the length of the store and back. I did so very self-consciously.

As I walked around a cute and young, probably freshman, guy came in and
looked around casually. He was wearing a pair of sneakers but began examing
the sandal section. This intrigued me. He only glanced around for a few
seconds and then told the clerk he wanted to try an 11 of a particular
sandal. She said sure and then asked me how I was doing. She looked down
critically and so did Tim. You need a half size up of those, she said and
Tim agreed.

I sat down and ripped up the velcro straps, took off the sandals, and put
them neatly on the bench next to me. The other guy paid me no attention.
Instead he sat down across from me and quickly yanked off his shoes and
socks. His feet weren't bad but nothing like Tim's. When the clerk came back
she gave a pair of sandals to me and to the other customer. We both tried
them on and I repeated the walk around the store, glancing occasionally at
my own feet in the various mirrors and at those of Tim's and the other
guy's. I decdided I had a bit of an edge on the other guy in attractiveness,
but was no match for Tim.

The clerk asked me if the new ones fit better and I said yes and that I
would take them. She asked if I wanted to wear them out of the store and
with a lump in my throat I said yes. I paid for the shoes and we left,
carrying my old sneakers. When I got outside I looked down at my pale feet
in comparison to Tim's. Tim saw me look and said to relax, that the sandals
looked good on me. I blushed again. I don't know how he kept doing that to
me.

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Floating
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Tim gave me rough directions to our destination but I was able to stay right
behind him most of the way. The entire trip I thought about my situation. I
felt like a guy who had grabbed a subway train as it was running by and was
now holding on as we flew through the tunnels to Destinations Unknown. And
there was no way I was going to let go.

I had heard a lot about the tubing trips down one of the many nearby rivers.
It was one of those college things to do, but not having a lot of friends
here I hadn't. Tim led me up the highway a few exits, then off on to a
county road. The county road then became a rough, narrow road overhung by
giant, mossy oak trees. Tim pulled off the road and I pulled in behind him.
He hopped out of his truck and motioned me in beside him. I pulled in and he
leaned in the open window and explained we would leave my car here as the
ferry car, and take the truck upstream. He pulled a couple of towels and a
bike lock and chain and put them in my front seat.

As we got in his truck a dozen people were getting out of the river.
Fratboys and barbie girls. Not my type on either count. Tim seemed to take
not notice of them as he backed the truck on to the road. He drove with more
enthusiasm than skill, jerking the truck around corners. He was still
amazingly sexy to me though, especially those tanned feet working the
pedals.

When we got to the drop off point, I helped him unload the inner tubes and
cooler from the truck. We'd stopped on the way for drinks and snacks. Tim
stripped off his shirt and tossed it and his sandals in the truck. He then
reached behind the seat and grabbed a pair of Tevas similar to my new shoes
but he didn't put them on. Once we had the tubes in the water, Tim lashed
the cooler, which turned out to float, to his tube with a length of rope. I
commented that he'd done this before and he just smiled. He velcroed his
sandals to the rope and they floated along with us too.

I had left my shirt and shorts in his truck and was floating down the river
in my bathing suit and new Tevas wishing I had put on more sunscreen. On the
way down the river we talked. I learned who Tim was and I told him about me.
Turns out we had not much in common in upbringing but we began to learn that
we liked a lot of the same things, including guys. I had never talked about
that with anyone before but it was almost a relief to put some of those
thoughts into words. Tim didn't seem surprised or shocked at all. He took it
in stride. But then apparently he'd been openly gay for a long time and had
lucked into a very accepting family. I envied his confidence. We compared
notes on our meeting and this is the only thing that seemed to embarass him.
He told me that the only reason he'd chosen that study carrel in the first
place was because he thought I and my stockinged feet were sexy. I was
flattered, not to mention grateful.

After a while the conversation dwindled and we floated in silence. The river
was dark and slow and in some places narrow. In the narrow places we were
frequently under the overhang of giant oaks where the water reflected the
dappled sunlight. Tim had his eyes closed as I considered him. I was
beginning to hope this might come to something, but even if it didn't those
were damned sexy little toes poking out of the water and I'd be happy even
if this was only about sex.

Tim opened his eyes and I think he saw the lust on my face and grinned. He
said that it was only about another 10 minutes to the pick-up point and
lamented that he had a roomate at home. I said I had one too, who was more
than likely to be there. With an impish grin, Tim motioned me to begin
paddling my tube. We worked our way over to the shore and found a place to
land the tubes. Tim put on his sandals, grabbed the cooler, and led me into
the woods insisting that he had no idea where he was going and that he'd
never been there before. I didn't believe him. After a minute or two of
tramping through fallen leaves we found a sunny clearing with a nice flat
rock.

Tim sat down and laid back slowly to acclimate his skin to the hot rock. I
wasn't sure what to do, so I sort of sat down next to him and looked at his
glistening body. I finally worked up the nerve to place a hand on his leg.
He didn't say anything. I began gently stroking his legs, and then worked my
way down to his feet saying out loud that I owed him a foot rub in return.
He said he'd like that.

I removed Tim's sandals and placed them on the ground. I really enjoyed
doing that and I loved handling his feet. I worked each toe and rubbed his
arch, then gently ran my fingers all over his feet. It was hard to tell in
his denim shorts, but it looked like this was getting to him. I stroked up
his legs and to the bottom of his shorts, then up to his crotch. Only at
this point did he let out a gasp.

It was difficult getting the wet jeans off of him, but I managed, and before
long Tim was laying completely naked before me in the sun. Freed from his
shorts his cock rose to full attention as I watched, before I even took it
in my hand, and then in my mouth.

Tim sighed and seemed to relax. I had never done this before but I was
determined to make it good for him so I tried to do the same as he had done
to me. As I bent over him with my tongue stroking the head and shaft of his
cock. I ran my other hand everywhere it could reach. On his chest, his
sides, legs, and gently fondling his balls. It seemed to take a long time,
which made me worry that I was not doing it right, but eventually his
breathing started to quicken and his hips bucked. When I felt the warm jets
of come in my mouth, I nearly melted. I didn't pay all that much attention
to the taste, but the feeling....

I laid down on the rock beside him and said I couldn't believe we'd done
this in so public a place. Tim said it was pretty safe, and that anyway
what's life without a few chances. He made no move to cover himself and I
watched as his erection faded and his cute cock went back to resting in his
blondish pubic hair. He laid like that for a while until I started to worry
about getting a sunburn and said I needed to get in the shade.

He got up without bothering to put his shorts or shoes on and walked into
the shade of a large oak tree. Tim stood close and pressed out bodies
together. He said he could tell I wasn't ready to leave yet. With his cheek
pressed to mine, he reached down and undid the knot of my swimsuit and
pushed it down. The suit fell down around my ankles and he bent down to help
take it off me. I was standing completely naked, except for a pair of
sandals, and erect in a glade with another naked guy. I could not have
imagined this happening the day before. Tim got down on his knees and took
me in his mouth for the second time that day and somehow I think I came even
faster than the first time. It seemed like I barely felt his tongue stroking
my shaft when I started pulsing an orgasm. He swallowed it and then stood
back up, dusting the leaves off his knees. He grinned at me and then walked
back to the rock and sat down.

I picked up my suit and followed him no longer thinking about sunburn. When
I sat down Tim leaned over and kissed me. I tasted a little of myself on
him, but also the sweetness of his breath. Who knew it could be like this?

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Parting
---------

Tim and I dated, if you want to call it that, for about a year. In that time
I learned a lot. About sex, about love, and about myself. We spent more time
on the river, at the movies, even the occasional session of studying. Tim
wasn't all that serious of a student but he had a natural cleverness that
allowed him to get by with minimal effort in most classes. It was never so
easy for me.

In particular I remember a glorious weekend at Tim's house when Tim's
roommate was out of town. The roomate turned out to be rich and his parents
had bought a small house at the edge of town for him. Tim was able to rent a
room pretty cheap. The great thing about the place was its relative
isolation compared to the noisiness of my apartment. Tim and I spent the
whole weekend there, not leaving at all between Friday night and Monday
afternoon and I don't think we wore any clothes the entire time. We were
able to sleep peacefully each night in Tim's bed, our bodies intertwined.

Even better the house had a swimming pool and I got to try skinny dipping
for the first time. Not to mention the moonlight blow job and the feeling of
Tim's naked body pressed against mine as we floated in each others arms. But
what I really remember the most is sitting on the couch under a blanket,
eating popcorn and watching some dumb movie. And under the blanket, my
fingers slowly stroking Tim's bare foot as it sat in my lap, gently touching
my relaxed cock. It was that comfort I remember most. I had learned to
completely trust Tim. His outlook on life had infected me too and I think I
owe for the fact that I'm comfortable with myself today.

After Tim graduated he moved away. We both knew this would happen even
though we'd never talked about it. We made no promises to each other that
we'd always be together, or even that we'd always be friends. These days we
live a few states apart and seldom see each other but we keep up by email
and IM, and when one of us passes through the other's town we always visit.
He's gotten older but he still has that amazing, implacable smile and those
gorgeous toes.

Something else he taught me: how to make friends. One day after he'd moved
away I was walking through the library. I spotted a pair of cute Teva-clad
feet that were obviously new to sandals. I saw him staring intently at my
own sandaled feet and I knew what had to happen. I sat down in the chair
opposite him at the table and took out my books. Then I slid my feet out of
my well-worn leather sandals and stretched my legs out to him.

A week or so later I showed him the rock along the river.