Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 22:12:15 -0800
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: Hot For College Jock Feet

	This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story also contains various foot fetish scenes in a sexual nature. If that
offends you, please do not continue.

       For those who wish to indulge in that fetish, I urge you to continue
and hopefully enjoy.

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       My heart was racing as I swept my tongue across my lips, the hunger
from my dreams even sharper now that I was awake. Sticking out from the
blue sheets that covered my roommate's bed were two huge size twelves that
had my dick throbbing in my sweats.

	I lay in my own bed for a moment, slowly stroking my cock while I
stared at his feet, all ten toes I was dying to pull into my mouth, those
big meaty soles my tongue was waiting to ravish. Our dorm room was small,
which made tip-toeing to his bed that much quicker. By the time I was
sitting at the edge of his bed, I had already reached my limit, and leaned
in to take a big whiff of the bare feet that made college the best thing in
the world.

	 Jason was a hunky football player who looked like he deserved his
own calendar. His chest muscles were insane, pecs so firm and bulky with
tiny pink nipples jutting out, and abs that would have anyone on their
knees licking every drop of sweat from them—and big sweaty feet, the
best part of every morning. Impatient and so hard that it hurt a little, I
pressed my face against his soles and took another sniff, feeling the
dampness of his bare skin against me. I let out a throaty shutter and
licked my lips again as I continued burying my face in his huge feet.

	Hearing him moan spurred me on, my huger so insatiable that I
started sucking on those plump big toes. My tongue ravished them, sliding
around in the gaps, taking my time to suck on one while I massaged his free
foot, before I switched, relishing in the way they felt in my
mouth. Fuck. I had to reach down and grab my dick through my sweats.

	My mouth was already fully accustomed to these feet, and I was
pulled each toe into my mouth, one by one, the rush was even hotter than it
had been yesterday.

	"Yeah, man, suck those toes," Jason groaned.

	His husky voice sent my senses into overdrive, feeling his toes
curls against my touch as I licked and kissed up and down his big smooth
soles. I let my tongue dance around his heel, sliding to his ankles, before
I stuffed all five toes of his left foot into my mouth.

	"Fuck yeah, suck `em, Ben." From the movements under the covers, I
could tell he was humping his bed.

	Had it not been for his phone alarm going off, I would have lost
myself in the reverie of worshipping Jason's big hot feet. And even when it
did, he let it snooze for five more minutes so I could continue sucking and
licking every inch of his feet, until we really had to head out for our
first classes. But the taste of his hot sweaty toes would be lingering in
my mouth all day.



	My first class on Mondays Fridays was biology, in a lecture hall
with room for all twenty of us to spread out and zone out while our teacher
taught. It was brutal having such a boring class in the morning, but it
knocked out a graduation requirement and was an easy A. So it wasn't all
bad, especially because Louis sat in the same row as me. He was a couple
seats down, and there was no one between us, so for a full fifty minutes, I
would be sneaking glances at his incredible legs, muscled and toned from
cross country, all the way down to his shoes, which would be dangling on
his feet for a couple minutes, teasing me.

	I would try to focus on the images on the projector, but inevitably
my eyes would drift towards the hint of black ankle socks hugging his big
feet. Even though I was more into bare feet, socks were sexy too. When they
were tight and each toe was visible against the fabric, that'd get me hot
so fast my head would be spinning. So as badly as I tried not to watch and
look like a freak, I couldn't help myself, especially when he finally
slipped his shoes off and sat there in his socks.

	I shifted in my seat, my dick aching and my balls heavy with
cum. His feet were smaller than Jason's, probably about a ten, but I was
dying to crawl on the floor and study his feet for the next forty
minutes. I wanted to suck on his socks, make the tops of them wet so that I
could see every toe through the cotton. He curled his toes in his tight
black socks, and shit, I felt like I'd start shooting off in my pants any
second.

	While everybody else focused on the lecture, I sat on the floor,
massaging Louis's feet through his black socks, feeling the warmth
radiating from them and seeing bliss spill all over his face. I worked up
and down the soles, getting him more relaxed, then giving the heel a good
work-out, fighting back the urge to salivate openly as I continued upwards
towards his toes.

	Toes. I couldn't tell you why I was so intensely attracted to feet,
but I could tell you in a heartbeat that toes were the sexiest
part. Pressing my fingers against them, cracking each one, my heart sped up
so fast that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to calm down. And that
excitement was fueled when he looked down at me with those gorgeous green
eyes, waiting for me to keep going. I leaned in and started sucking on his
right pinky toe.

	Even through the sock, I could feel how hot it was. There was a
smell, but it wasn't bad. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the scent
that ramped up my desire tenfold and moved my way left, licking and sucking
on his toes through the socks. And he moaned, calf muscles tightening as he
pressed his foot against my face, so horny that self-control was as lost as
our attention to the lecture. But I liked it, I dug my face against his
foot, sighing as the moisture along his socked sole hit my face. His foot
sweat had me so fucking hot that I was ready to bust a nut any second.

	The more aggressive he got, the hotter I got. He rubbed his feet
all over my face, and I sniffed, licked and sucked on his socks until I was
in a daze.

	The sound of people's chatter and shuffling woke me from my
reverie, and I found myself back in class with a massive hard-on. I watched
Louis smile at me as he slipped his shoes back on, and winked at me. It
looked like I had to wait a couple minutes to cool off before I went back
to the dorm.



	Right outside my dorm was a lawn, in the middle of campus and just
a small distance away from the cafeteria, which made it the perfect place
to hang out. And with perpetually sunny weather year round, it was also the
perfect place for guys to slip off their shoes and stretch their feet
out. One particular guy who frequented this lawn during the day was
Matthew, who also lived in my dorm.

       If I had a type, jocks would fill that spectrum completely,
regardless of the sport. And although Matthew didn't do any sports, I had
bumped into him around the dorm at night enough to know he had a swimmer's
build, lean and toned—smooth legs and hot feet. I knew exactly where my
dorm card key was, but always fished around my bag as if I was looking for
it to stall time and get a great view of Matthew lying out there. We didn't
really talk, so when he called me over, I was surprised, and practically
tripped over my own feet to get to him as fast as possible.

       I sat by his feet, not making a big deal about it as we chatted
about school, what the cafeteria would be serving, just whatever. But it
was more than a big deal—it was huge. There his bare feet were just
inches away from my crossed legs. He must have been out here for a little
while because there was a thin layer of sweat covering his soles, and no
matter how much attention I was trying to give his words, his feet were
begging for more.

       So when I felt one plop down in my lap, my cheeks were burning with
heat. Then came the other and he smiled at me.

       "Wanna rub `em?"

       Right here? Outside where anybody could pass? I had never done
anything like this, not outside a dorm room, but I wasn't about to pass up
a chance to get Matthew's feet. So without answering, I rubbed his sweaty
feet, hoping that my voice didn't crack as I kept talking to him. His toes
were thinner and longer than most jocks, and I loved the way they responded
to my touch, curling forward like they wanted more stimulation.

       Matthew smiled. "You're pretty good at this. You have any practice?"

       "Maybe."

	My fetish wasn't as secret as I had intended to be, at least around
my dorm. I had been scared the guys were going to freak out, think I was
predatory or something, but they were more than cool with it. And the perks
of being in an all guys' dorm opened up in ways I had never expected. Guys
got off on me sucking on their toes, licking their feet, and it wasn't like
any of us expected anything more out of it than a good time. So maybe this
thing with Matthew was inevitable. He'd probably heard it from someone in
the dorm, and was cool with me slobbering all over his bare feet in pure
worship. From the way he grinned at me, it looked like he was enjoying
himself.

	And I was more than enjoying myself, blushing furiously when he
pressed one foot against my crotch. He ran his agile toes up and down the
length of my cock through my pants, me unashamedly humping his foot as I
moaned around the toes curling in my mouth.

	When he finally pulled away, he smiled that perfect smile and told
me he was hungry and was going to get something to eat, but maybe we could
continue this later. I nodded, this time hurrying to find my card key so I
could jack off as fast as I could.



	At least, that was the plan until I walked by the common room and
found Dennis watching TV with his shoes off. Those big sexy feet framed in
his white socks would have had me crawling across the whole dorm just to
get next to them. And Dennis knew that.  I stopped at the doorframe and he
smirked, nodding for me to come in and take a load off. There were plenty
of places to sit, chairs and couches, but I tossed my backpack to the side
and sat down on the floor with my back against the chair, right between his
legs.

	Some trashy talk show about people sleeping with other
people—not like I was paying much attention. Even though I was staring
right at the screen, Dennis's big socked feet were on my shoulders, resting
on either side of my face, toes curling and feet swaying side to side. He
was playing with me. And I always played along, shrugging and shifting like
I was trying to get away, which only made him push his feet closer. And
once Dennis started pushing his feet against my face, the façade of a
game dissipated instantly.

	Shit, his sweaty socked feet felt incredible against my cheeks,
sliding down the back of my neck, curling so that his toes were right under
my nose. I took hold of them and took a long deep breath.

	"Yeah, you like lickin' my feet, Ben?"

	"Mmm-hmm." I sucked on his sweaty toes through his white socks,
head rolling back.

       My whole body went into a spasm when I felt his other foot sliding
down my chest to press against my crotch. I had been on a hair trigger
since I had sucked on Jason's feet this morning, and Dennis was definitely
not making this any easier. Since I wasn't wearing a belt, Dennis was able
to slide his foot down my pants so that he was rubbing me through my
briefs.

       Way too fucking hot.

       I moaned around his toes as I came, thick bursts of cum splattering
along the insides of my briefs as his foot worked me to my limit.

       "Fuck yeah. Shoot your load from my foot, Ben."

       I was panting like a dog and heat and turned around, pulling off
Dennis's socks and burying my face in them. He moved one foot under my
shirt and rubbed my chest, driving me crazy when I felt his big toe pushing
against my nipple. I could see the huge bulge in Dennis's shorts. I didn't
care that we were in the common room. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his
six and a half inch dick and deep throated it, pushing myself down to the
base while one of his feet explored my chest and the other slid under my
balls so that I was riding his foot.

       It didn't take long, not with him swearing so much. Suck my fucking
cock. Gonna spill my load down your throat and all over your face while you
fuck my feet, man. I couldn't tell you why dirty talk got me as hot as it
did either, but there it was, my heart pounding a mile a minute as I felt
his dick twitch like crazy as the bulbous cockhead spewed cum down my
throat, as I hit my second orgasm, more cum coating the front of my briefs.



       Brad was the RA of my dorm, a senior on the baseball team, and one
of the hottest guys on campus. If there was such thing as a "foot crush," I
had it bad for him. Watching him walk around the dorm barefoot had me
struggling to hold onto every last bit of self-control not to run to the
showers and jerk off like a maniac. I took a seat at one of the tables in
the library, taking the opportunity to watch him walk around barefoot. A
lot of guys did that at our school library, which didn't make it the best
place to focus on homework, but I wasn't complaining.

       Especially when Brad took a seat across from me. Trying to focus on
algebra was out of the question when I felt his feet rubbing against my
legs. I had changed into shorts after cumming in my pants with Dennis, so
feeling those big hot feet against my smooth skin was making my body
temperature soar.

       I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with Brad's feet since RA
duties and everything else kept him running around campus tending to
stuff. But that just meant his feet were extra hot and extra sweaty when we
did get together. Abandoning my homework, I pushed his foot away and ducked
under the table, getting those big soles right in my face.

       Sniffing and licking feet were some of the hottest things ever, but
if guys were cool with it, footjobs were stimulating in a way all their
own. The sensation of feeling two big beefy feet around my cock, sliding my
dick in between thick sweaty soles until I popped my nuts all over them was
enough to propel me into vivid wet dreams. It was risky pulling my shorts
and briefs off in our library, but we were on the third floor, and there
wasn't anyone nearby. And when his big feet touched my bare cock, all other
thoughts were out the window.

       "Fuck my feet," Ben whispered, working his toes along my cock. I had
to hold back a moan I felt his big toe pressing against my cockhead,
pre-cum gurgling out. The sweat from his soles made the humping motion
easier, and when I slid my dick between his toes, I was so hot that I
thought I'd pass out.

       One of his friends passed by, completely oblivious that I was
fucking Brad's feet, and his friend was barefoot too, so my position under
the table gave me the perfect view. I wanted to reach over and massage his
feet too, but I had my hands full of senior jock feet as it was, so I
couldn't complain.

       I bit down on my bottom lip, hard, as I unloaded thick spurts of cum
all over Brad's feet. Cumming on a hot jock's feet and licking up my cum, I
could never choose which was hotter. Feeling his toes curl as my tongue
lapped up every last drop had my cock leaking a little more seed down to my
balls. I gave his feet a couple long wet French-kisses before we went back
to our work.



       Our school's soccer team was filled with gorgeous guys, and I knew
that better than anyone, especially on Friday nights. Sprawled out in
Mark's dorm room, I lay naked on the floor, while four of the hottest studs
on the team worked their white socked feet all over my body.

       Some feet were at my face, rubbing against my cheeks while I sucked
on some jock toes, and some were sliding up and down my chest. Toes pushed
angst my nipples, switching between aggressive and teasingly gentle. Feet
from two separate guys were working my cock and another one was pushing
against my balls, slowly sliding up and down my crack and pushing against
my hole like it was going to pop in.

       No one was saying anything, other than the grunting and heavy
panting as they passed lube around and jacked their cocks while they worked
me into a foot frenzy. Socks started coming off, one by one, and soon eight
bare feet were moving all along my body, and Mark was guiding me to turn
over.

       I lay on my stomach, legs spread wide as the bare feet continued to
roam my back, my bubble butt, my smooth legs. My cock was facing down so it
was open for someone to press their sweaty plump toes up my hard length
and—holy shit, someone just dipped their toe into my butt. Humping the
floor like a madman, I groaned against the carpet and came all over the
foot that was pressing against my dick.

       Soon, all four of them were crouched around me, shooting their loads
all over my face. Like firecrackers going off, it came from all sides,
drenching my face in hot jock cum. It splattered through my hair, across my
nose and cheeks, dripping down my chin and ears. And it was only Friday.

       Saturday and Sunday, no classes and a lot more fun to be had.



       Thanks for reading! And thanks to all those hot college jocks with
big hot feet that makes stories like this come alive!