Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2014 04:28:20 +0900
From: K Writing <writingaloud07@gmail.com>
Subject: Scout Feet Exploration

	This story is complete fiction. Any similarities between these
fictional characters and any living person is purely coincidental. This
story contains scenes of a sexual nature between an incoming college
student (17) and high school freshman. If that offends you, please do not
continue.

	In addition, this story contains various foot fetish scenes. If you
do not enjoy reading about this fetish, I highly suggest you do not
continue. But for those of you who do, feel free to keep reading and enjoy
the deliciousness.

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       Self-control. Have some self-control. It was the mantra that echoed
in Chase's mind every day, and the one that always seemed to fall on deaf
ears. He felt like such a perv, and often fell asleep praying that he could
be cured of his foot fetish.



	The first time Chase had even the slightest interest in feet was in
the third grade. His older brother, Jeff, a sixth grader and the coolest
guy on the face of the planet as far as Chase was concerned, came from home
soccer practice and crashed onto the couch.

	"My feet feel like they're gonna explode," Jeff said. He plopped
his feet, covered by his blue and white soccer socks, onto the table. Chase
and Jeff had both been scolded numerous times by their mom for doing this,
but she wasn't home, so Chase was more than happy to emulate his brother.

	As he watched Jeff stretch and curl his toes through his socks,
Chase found his attention gradually drifting from the afternoon cartoons to
his brother's socked feet. He wasn't even sure why he was looking so much,
but Jeff was sighing and groaning so often that Chase felt compelled to do
something.

	Without saying anything, Chase reached forward and took hold of his
brother's feet, sliding them into his lap. Surprise flashed across Jeff's
face, but he didn't protest. With Jeff's feet in his lap, Chase felt
frozen. He had no idea what he was doing. But when Jeff wiggled his toes
through his socks, Chase took hold of the right foot.

	His touch was tentative at first, but the sighs pouring from Jeff's
mouth encouraged Chase to be bolder. Knowing that he was making his brother
feel so good excited Chase, and after he peeled off the blue and white
sock, he saw Jeff sink even deeper against the couch. He was doing a good
job.

	Jeff's foot was a little sweaty, but the smell was not
unpleasant. Chase continued to massage the right foot, before giving the
left the same attention. After an hour passed, Jeff gave him a "thanks,
little bro" and gently pressed his foot against Chase's nose.

	That became the ending to what quickly developed into a daily
routine. Jeff never asked, but Chase waited on the couch for his brother to
come home, let a couple minutes pass, and silently took Jeff's feet into
his lap. They were usually quiet during these sessions, but as the weeks
passed, they became more conversational. Chase loved hearing about sixth
grade. Listening to his brother's stories while massaging his feet, Chase
felt like he was a part of that older world.

	Weeks went on, and Chase began to feel weird when he felt his
brother's bare foot gently pressing against his nose with the familiar
"thanks, little bro." He didn't think anything of the smell at first; he
was just happy to get a playful gesture from Jeff. But he began looking
forward to that gesture more and more, until feeling Jeff's foot pressed
against his face became the highlight of his day.

	He felt like a freak. Chase began thinking about his brother's feet
at random points of the day, imagining that soft sole against his face and
the familiar scent filling his nostrils. It only got worse when he pictured
putting his brother's toes in his mouth.

	Chase was convinced that he wasn't normal, a fear which only grew
exponentially one night when he snuck into his brother's room. He had been
thinking about doing this for weeks, but he couldn't hold back the urge
anymore. Careful not to wake his brother, Chase lifted the covers just
enough to expose Jeff's feet. They were warm in his hands. And after a few
minutes of massaging them, testing his touch to ensure Jeff wouldn't wake
up, Chase brought the big toe of Jeff's left foot into his mouth.

	His own toes curled in response and his eyes rolled to the back of
his head. Chase couldn't believe how good it felt to have Jeff's toe in his
mouth. And his pleasure skyrocketed when he began sucking in earnest,
rolling his tongue around each toe and in the gaps between them. Chase
especially liked it when Jeff's toes curled inside his mouth, pushing just
a little deeper inside.

	Chase explored Jeff's soles with his tongue, smiling when the
ticklish sensation made his brother giggle. But he always returned to
sucking on his brother's toes, which he enjoyed more than anything else. It
gave him a weird feeling between his legs, a persisting stirring sensation
that was a little painful. But the more pressure Chase felt down there, the
more excited he got.

	Sneaking into Jeff's room and sucking on Jeff's toes became a
pattern for Chase. He always went back to his own bed feeling guilty, like
he was doing something so wrong that it had to be kept secret, but this new
sensation between his legs made his head spin. It wasn't until one night
that he actively reacted to this growing regret.

	"Little bro?"

	With Jeff's big toe in his mouth, Chase knew that he was busted. He
fought the urge to cry though. The whole scene was embarrassing enough –
he didn't want Jeff thinking that he was a baby.

	The silence that filled the room only made Chase more anxious. "Are
you mad?"

	Jeff stared at Chase, looked down at his feet, then back at his
brother. "Nah. If you like feet so much, that's cool, I guess. But you
shouldn't do that kind of stuff when someone's asleep. They might get
pissed."

	Chase heeded the warning and looked down, face flushed with
heat. "Sorry."

	"Don't worry about it, little bro." Jeff messed up Chase's hair,
the younger boy quickly reaching up to press it back into place. "Come on,
you can sleep with me tonight."

	After deciding it wasn't some elaborate trick to humiliate him,
Chase crawled into bed beside his brother. Facing away from Jeff, Chase was
surprised when he felt arms wrap around his body. Jeff was warm and his
breath was hot against the back of Chase's neck. They fell asleep like
that, Chase dreaming about sucking Jeff's toes.

	Jeff put an end to the foot massages and despite the overwhelming
impulse, Chase didn't sneak into Jeff's room at night anymore. Seeing his
brother barefoot around the house was hard at first, and Jeff caught him
staring a number of times.

	"If you like feet so much, why don't you suck on your own?"

	Jeff had been joking when he said it, but Chase followed the
suggestion. But he didn't get excited in the same way he did when he licked
and sucked on his brother's feet. Little by little, Chase's interest in
feet began to dwindle, until sitting next on the couch next to barefoot
Jeff didn't phase him. Jeff was proud of him. Chase was proud of himself.




	Chase joined the Boy Scouts in the sixth grade. His mom didn't want
him sitting around the house getting lazy all summer and with Jeff fully
absorbed in his high school life, Chase decided he would go along with
it. It wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway. In his household, what
his mom said, went.

	It wasn't at all what he had expected – there was a lot more
learning about tradition, preparation, survival and a bunch of other things
he didn't really understand because he wasn't paying attention. And his
lack of athleticism quickly annoyed his cabinmates, who often had to slow
down or wait for him. It was humiliating to be completely out of breath,
holding up the group, who was dying to continue on the hiking trail. Chase
wasn't surprised when he ended up alone during the designated free time.

	Two weeks after arriving at the campsite, Chase was swimming alone
while the rest of his cabinmates were spending their free time on a nature
hike. They hadn't invited Chase, which was fine because Chase wouldn't have
gone with them anyway.

	"Hey, what are you doing?"

	Campers weren't supposed to go off alone – the buddy system
insured safety, especially for the more inexperienced scouts like Chase. He
was sure that he was busted, and would be put on bathroom cleaning duty, or
some equally annoying job meant to instill a sense of "responsibility for
one's actions." But when he turned around, he didn't see a camp counselor,
but Nick, one of the older campers.

	It was sort of an unspoken rule that the younger kids didn't
approach the high school scouts, who tended to hang out together. Chase had
seen Nick around the campsite every day, and found himself staring at the
older boy.

	Nick was an avid swimmer, undoubtedly one of the best in the whole
camp. He spent the majority of his free time in the water, and Chase ended
up hiding behind a nearby tree or in a patch of bushes just to watch
Nick. He made swimming look so easy and graceful, but still exuded
masculinity. He walked around the campgrounds shirtless, which was against
the rules, and he was punished regularly for it. But Nick didn't care. He
was too cool for that. And Chase was in awe of the sheer confidence that
came so naturally to Nick.

	"You swimming alone?" Nick asked.

       Chase nodded. His mouth felt dry, especially when Nick undid the
buttons of his scout shirt and tossed it aside. He expected Nick to jump
in, but the older boy pulled down his shorts and underwear too, leaving him
completely naked before hopping into the water with a big splash.

       Other than in the camp showers, and the baths that he and Jeff used
to share when they were younger, Chase had never seen anyone else
naked. Nick's body was amazing, so much more muscular than his own, and he
was completely hairless. Chase felt the familiar stirring between his legs
as Nick swam closer to him.

       "Chase, right? I'm Nick." Nick extended his hand, and Chase offered
his, marveling at how strong the older boy's grip was. "You do know how to
talk, right?"

       Chase felt his cheeks grow hot. "Of course I do!"

       "Just checking," Nick said with a grin. "Now that we've got that out
of the way, let's swim."

       Glad for the chance to recover from the overwhelming embarrassment,
Chase let his worries wash away as he swam through the water. He tried not
to stare too much at Nick, but when the high schooler dove underwater and
came back up, the sun reflecting the glistening water drops on his body, it
was near impossible not to look a little.

       He was caught off guard when he felt a pair of hands around his
waist, and before he could protest, his scout shorts and underwear were
pulled off his body, leaving him completely naked.

       "Hey!" he shouted.

       Nick surfaced, holding the younger boy's clothes with what Chase
assumed to be his signature grin. "You're way too shy. You gotta loosen up,
and the best way to do that is to be naked."

       "What if someone sees us?"

       "So?"

       As insane as it sounded to Chase, he gradually began to forget about
his embarrassment. Being naked in a public place was surprisingly
freeing. Chase certainly wasn't an avid swimmer, but he wanted to keep up
with Nick. He attempted to imitate the swift underwater movements. As
usual, he couldn't hold his own, and became tired fairly quickly, but he
was enjoying himself, a definite first since joining the Boy Scouts.

       After thirty minutes, Chase and Nick swam back to the shore. Lying
naked out in the open, Chase didn't reach for his clothes. Nick's penchant
for being naked was contagious.

       "We have that stupid merit badge information session in an hour. You
wanna skip?"

       Chase didn't think it was a good idea. They would definitely get
punished if they were caught. But the idea of spending time alone with Nick
spurred him on. "Okay."

       "Cool."

       Nick lay back and closed his eyes. Chase couldn't help but let his
eyes wander across the older boy's naked body, his gaze centering down
those long legs and locking on Nick's feet. When Nick curled his toes,
Chase's dick started to harden. The sight was almost entrancing.

       This sensation hadn't racked his body since Jeff, but now Chase was
familiar with what was happening, thanks to a rushed sex-ed class at school
that sent most students to the internet for more information. After hours
of research, Chase discovered the term: foot fetish. Seeing a name for his
unexplained fascination and reports on how it was one of the most common
fetishes, Chase felt less like a freak. And once he knew what "getting
turned on" was, Chase made every effort to keep his arousal hidden.

       But with Nick lying next to him, completely exposed, Chase felt
powerless to his own urges. Nick's feet aroused Chase even more than the
older boy's naked body.

       Nick opened one eye and smiled, making Chase turn red. Nick didn't
say anything, and closed his eyes again. Chase wasn't sure whether or not
the high schooler had caught on to his staring, but when the chance
presented itself again, Chase stared at Nick's feet, feeing his dick throb
at the sight.

       They stayed naked the entire time – for the rest of their
designated free time, and then afterward, when Chase ditched the mandatory
meeting to hang out with Nick. They walked along a hiking trail, feeling
the warm air against their bare skin. Without anyone else pressuring him to
walk faster, or make him "hurry up," Chase enjoyed taking in the
sights. Naturally, his eyes drifted to his naked partner more than the
actual natural scenery, but he enjoyed himself all the same.

       Even when he and Chase were punished for missing what the Scout
Masters called "a very important educational meeting," Chase was surprised
at how light the consequence was. So that they could fully enjoy their
choice to be "nudists," the two of them were ordered to remain naked for
the rest of the day. The day before, Chase would have been too humiliating
to take, but watching Nick so confident in his skin inspired Chase to do
the same. And it relatively easy. The other guys thought it was cool that
he was so nonchalant about being naked in front of everyone.

       Then he noticed other boys beginning to strip too. It was a measure
of solidarity, all of his cabin-mates shedding their clothes so that when
Chase looked around the campfire, all he saw were naked bodies. None of
them excited him more than Nick's, but a few of the guys came pretty
close. And they all had nice feet. More importantly, he was happy that this
seemed to be a new start with the rest of the guys. He was part of the
group now, and it was all because of Nick.

       That night, Nick invited him to hang out, and Chase accepted without
a second thought. The Scout Masters had ordered everyone to put their
clothes on after witnessing an "inappropriate, yet honorable display of
brotherhood." Chase was pretty sure that they didn't know what they were
doing, and were only attempting to give the impression that they were still
in full control of their camp. Of course, they didn't know that everyone
shucked their clothes off and got naked again after dismissal for bed.

       Chase met Nick by the water again at one in the morning, a little
embarrassed that Nick was wearing a tank top and boxers, when he was
completely naked. He debated going back to at least get his underwear, but
when Nick waved him over, he knew that it was too late.

       "You're really getting into this whole naked thing, huh?" Nick said
with that characteristic grin. Chase nodded, his cheeks already
hot. "Cool. Anyway, about before..."

	It took Chase a moment to realize what Nick was talking about, and
once he did, he wanted to dive into the water and never come out. Was this
why Nick had invited him out so late at night? So there would be no one
around when Nick beat him up? Chase was dizzy with fear.

	"I saw you looking before, and since no one else is around, if you
wanted to, you could suck on my toes."

	Nick looked a little embarrassed, which somehow put Chase at
ease. Knowing that Nick's confidence wasn't infinite helped him push aside
his own nervousness. He had just been given the green-light to indulge in a
desire he had worked so hard to keep hidden for the past couple years. He
wasn't sure that he would be able to contain it again after this, but Chase
didn't care.

	He sat in front of Nick, taking the older boy's feet in his hand to
gently massage them. Instantly, he was reminded of his older brother, but
he didn't feel guilty or ashamed as he pressed his fingers against spots
that had the high schooler sighing and moaning. He wanted to hear even more
of those sounds. And he got his wish when he brought his mouth to Nick's
left foot.

	"Oh God, that feels nice," Nick groaned. "Keep going."

	Nick's encouragement had Chase's confidence soaring. He took Nick's
big toe into his mouth and sucked harshly, before giving each individual
toe the same attention. Contrasting Jeff's reaction, Nick enjoyed having
his little toe sucked the most, so that was where Chase spent the majority
of his time sucking.

	He licked up and down Nick's feet, then brought them together so he
could suck on both big toes at the same time, heart beating a little faster
when he felt them curl in his mouth. The whole time, Chase was rock-hard
and he could tell Nick was too – the hard dick pressing against the thin
fabric of his boxers was hard to miss.

	That only spurred Chase on even further. He had never seen another
guy cum before, but the possibility of watching Nick shoot his spunk in his
underwear excited him to no end.

       But after a couple minutes, Nick gently pushed him away with his
foot, an action so reminiscent of what Jeff used to do that his balls
churned in response.

       Chase developed a new routine over the summer, meeting Nick in the
middle of the night and sucking on his toes. Every so often a couple other
high school boys joined in. One night, Chase found himself sucking on four
pairs of feet. And their praise was overwhelming: "Yeah dude, suck on my
toes a little harder," "Chase, your mouth is amazing," "You're making my
toes so wet, dude." It was too much. As he sucked on Nick's toes, he shut
his eyes and came all over the ground.

       It wasn't the first time he had cum, but it had definitely been the
most intense. And even though he didn't jack off all that much, he was
getting desperate to see Nick shoot, to feel that pulsing dick in his hand
and milk every last drop of cum out of it. But he didn't want an audience,
so he waited until Nick and he were alone, two months after the start of
camp.

       "Sorry dude, but you're just in sixth grade." Chase didn't
understand Nick's logic. Why should touching on his dick have an age
restriction when sucking on his toes didn't? But he didn't dare push the
subject, because he was lucky enough as it was to have Nick letting him
suck on his toes and lick his feet without complaint. "But since you always
do something for me, I'll return the favor."

       He knew that he didn't experience the same stimulation as when he
pleasured his own feet, but he had never really thought about how it would
feel to have another mouth on his toes. There was no way Jeff would have
ever gone for it. But when Nick reached towards him, the older boy didn't
go down to his feet. Before Chase knew it, their lips were pressed
together.

       It was wet and weird, and he had no idea what Nick was trying to do
with his tongue, but he liked it. Nick must not have had much experience,
because it didn't look anything like the kisses Chase had seen on TV. And
at moments, it felt like Nick was attempting to swallow him whole, but the
feeling of having his tongue sucked had Chase's dick standing straight up
between his legs.

       They kissed a couple times after that, but their sessions mostly
consisted of Chase sucking on Nick's toes, which the younger boy had no
objection to. This continued until Nick was kicked out of the Boy
Scouts. The Scout Masters' official reason was that "Nick was beginning to
demonstrate tendencies far beyond their control." Rumor had it that they
caught Nick sucking off one of the high school boys in their bunk.

       The rest of the summer was largely uneventful. Nick was the
orchestrator of these nightly visits, and with the threat of being sent
back home fresh in everyone's minds, the older boys stopped coming around
to get their toes sucked. Even though nothing else transpired for the last
couple weeks of camp, the memories of the past months remained in Chase's
mind, and inspired him to continue on in the Boy Scouts.




       Now seventeen and a freshman in college, Chase was working for the
Boy Scouts. It certainly wasn't a career path he intended to follow, but
scouting had become part of his summer life, and it felt weird to suddenly
give it up. And the kids seemed to like having him around, so Chase was
happy giving up his summers to work in the outdoors.

       The numbers were particularly small this year, so Chase was in
charge of four campers: Randy, Cole, Mike and Jason. All four of them were
high school freshmen, though only Mike and Jason went to the same school.

       Randy was the smallest, and had a baby face that made it hard to
believe that he still wasn't in junior high. With his blond hair, blue eyes
and a smile that made his whole face light up, Randy was a good presence to
be around. He was a little quiet, but very well-behaved, and in a camp with
a bunch of rowdy boys whose idea of fun including whacking each other with
sticks, Chase was thankful for Randy's sweet demeanor.

       Cole was easily distinguishable from the rest of the scouts by his
glasses, which were almost too big for his face, and his booming voice that
echoed whenever he got excited about something, which was often. Very
intelligent and knowledgeable about the wilderness, Cole took every
opportunity to show off all the facts he knew. And once he got going, it
was sometimes hard to get him to stop. Chase thought Cole was a handful
sometimes, but he couldn't fault the boy for loving Boy Scouts as much as
he did. Short light-brown hair, fair skin and long legs that always seemed
to be in motion, Cole exemplified an excitement for the program that was
contagious.

       Mike and Hunter weren't related, but Chase commonly thought of them
as the "Trouble Twins." It was clear that they had no actual interest in
scouting. Their parents had forced them into the organization, and they
were constantly proclaiming their annoyance about all the stupid rules,
hiking for hours without purpose, and sleeping in tents with a bunch of
other dudes. They disobeyed Chase daily, and even after meetings with the
Scout Masters, Mike and Jason didn't let up in the slightest. Chase knew
not to take it personally, but dealing with these two was undoubtedly the
most frustrating part of his job.

       Between the two of them, Mike was more commonly the instigator. The
silent treatment was a common weapon for him, especially when Chase forced
him to put his hat away. It was just a black beanie, one that covered his
mop of unruly brown hair. Chase didn't know why Mike was so insistent on
wearing that hat, but it wasn't against regulation, so Chase put his foot
down and weathered the temper tantrum that always followed when he forbid
Mike to wear the beanie.

       Hunter was a little easier to work with, and occasionally couldn't
conceal his excitement about something scout related. He liked astronomy in
particular, so on the nights when they studied star patterns, Hunter was
fully focused on learning. But when he and Mike together, it was like a
wall went up and he became impossible. The grating personality was such a
leap from his boyish appearance: beach blond hair, a barely visible
smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose and tanned skin. He was
the poster child for Hawaii.

       As hard as it was trying to keep the boys in line, Chase hadn't been
prepared for the loneliness.

       After his first summer in the Boy Scouts, Chase constantly found
himself in a string of unrequited crushes. Guys at school, other campers,
and even some of his brother's friends that spent a lot of time at the
house. Every boy that made Chase's heart race a little faster never
returned his feelings. He usually found that out after they caught him
looking at their feet, and let him suck their toes. Three boys from school,
seven friends from camp, and two of his brother's friends, but no one
interested in anything but having their toes sucked.

       In the wild, Chase didn't have any outlet. The scouts were too young
to talk to about personal problems, and his foot fetish remained
unfulfilled. He tried to accept it, remind himself that he had self-control
and that he needed to use it. But one night in August, he was unable to
fight back his urges.

       It was past midnight, but Chase lay awake in his tent. In the
sweltering heat, he was wearing nothing but a white tank top and black
boxer briefs. He had done everything he could think of to fall asleep, but
it was impossible with the heat, with Randy's socked feet just inches away
from his face.

       Chase had gotten used to the small space all five of them had to
share. There wasn't really enough room to stretch out their arms and legs,
but once the boys had fallen asleep, they couldn't control where their
limbs went. Chase often found himself in moments like this, which tested
his limits. And until now, he had always been able to resist. But
constantly abstaining had left his control withered. His heart pounding
against his chest, Chase reached forward and gently took hold of Randy's
foot.

       The instant he inhaled, Chase felt his entire body tense in
excitement. The second time was longer, deeper, so that the once again
familiar scent filled his nostrils. His dick pressing uncomfortably against
the tight fabric of his briefs, Chase closed his eyes and began sucking on
the scout's toes.

       Randy's toes were a little on the small side, suiting his stature
perfectly. Even through the fabric of the sock, Chase could feel how warm
they were, and when they curled against his tongue, Chase couldn't stop the
muffled moans that poured from his mouth. He was nearly hypnotized when he
gently slid the sock off, and began kissing Randy's bare foot.

       Chase reveled in the way Randy sighed in his sleep, the occasional
moan making Chase stop for a moment to make sure the younger boy hadn't
woken up before continuing again with just as much eagerness. When he slid
his tongue down Randy's sole, the younger boy giggled with a voice that
once again made him sound younger than he was.

       His dick was straining against his briefs, pre-cum gushing from the
sensitive tip. Not allowing himself too much time to question whether or
not it was a good idea, Chase pulled down his underwear and tossed it
aside. He crawled onto his knees behind Randy and pressed his dick against
the backs of the high schooler's feet.

       He wished he could have lasted longer, to enjoy the sensation more
thoroughly, but all it took was a few thrusts for him to pump out a huge
load of cum over Randy's feet. His balls ached and his dick throbbed so
much that Chase momentarily felt like he would never stop cumming. Trying
to keep his heavy breathing down, he lapped up his thick seed from Randy's
feet, the younger boy's moaning getting progressively louder. After
slipping Randy's socks back on, Chase crawled back to his side of the tent
and shut his eyes, unsure of when the post-orgasmic haze would break and
the pangs of guilt would start eating him alive.

       The next morning, Chase woke up sorely sleep deprived, his head
pounding as if he was enduring the world's worst hangover.

       For the past few hours, his dreams and twisted and turned to images
of Randy being gagged and bound, struggling to break while Chase exhausted
his desire over the younger boy's feet.

       He felt grosser than ever before, and now his disgust had crept into
reality. No temporary distraction could erase the memory of what he had
done.

       And what made things worse was Randy was blissfully unaware, looking
so happy when he walked into the dining hall to see the chefs serving
pancakes. Good meals like this only came once or twice a month, so the
campers learned to savor these sweet moments. As a silent apology, Chase
gave Randy his pancakes. Chase didn't mind giving up a well-prepared
meal. He wasn't sure if he could stomach that much anyway.

       When he led his troops in practicing first-aid, Chase found himself
stuck with the usual problem of Mike refusing to participate because he
wouldn't let his camper wear his favorite beanie. Luckily, Hunter wasn't
playing the role of the faithful sidekick, and was paired with Cole, who
was the most advanced when it came to bandaging. He could trust Cole to
take care of all the necessary precautions without any guidance. That left
him with Randy, who shucked his shoe and peeled off his sock, raising his
foot in the air to be the bandaged area.

       As he held the bare foot in his hand, memories of last night came
rushing back to him. It was as if he could taste Randy's toes again, and
here they were right in front of his face, looking even cuter than he had
remembered. That familiar ache in his stomach was joined by the pounding in
his temples—he was starting to get aroused.

       Mike was looking out the window, and Cole was preoccupied in
applying the bandages with perfect preciseness, Hunter complaining that the
wrapping was too tight around his arm. Everyone else was distracted, and
Randy was looking up at Chase with that nearly cherubic expression that was
making Chase extremely uncomfortable. How did a high schooler maintain such
an innocent look?

       "On second thought, Randy, why don't you partner up with Cole and
Hunter? I forgot that I have to plan some things for this weekend's trip."

       Chase didn't leave Randy a chance to respond. He ran outside and
leaned against the door, one hand instinctively cupping his crotch as he
tried to fill his mind with every overwhelmingly un-sexy image he could
muster. But the taste of those toes, the urge to explore them more
thoroughly had his skin so hot that Chase was sweating. He pulled himself
together when he realized Mike was looking at him from inside the cabin.




       For the rest of the day, Chase tried to throw himself into the
activities, leaving his mind no time to wander into the recesses of its
desires, but it felt like Randy was barefoot whenever possible, even when
he didn't have to be. The younger boy definitely do that before. And with
Chase's hyper-awareness to his scout's feet, he repeatedly had to tend to
the bulge in his shorts. Having to deny his body the pleasure of release
for so long was like torture, and by the time he slid into the tent that
night, he had decided to jerk off after all his scouts fell asleep.

       Without a clock, Chase wasn't sure how much time had passed, but
every minute seemed to extend just a little longer than the last. But
whenever he went soft, the idea of jerking off outside in the open sent his
hormones back into a reinvigorated frenzy.

       After slipping out of the tent, Chase pressed his back against a
tree and roughly pulled down his sweatpants and underwear just enough to
expose his cock and balls. The instant his warm hand was wrapped around the
shaft, Chase instinctively arched his back and moaned. He closed his eyes
and brought the fingers of his free hand to his mouth, shutting his eyes so
that he could pretend he was sucking on toes.

       Even when his mind registered some rustling sounds, Chase reasoned
them to be too far in the distance to care about, not when he was this
close to a mind-blowing orgasm. When he opened his eyes, and saw Randy
standing in front of him, he thought he had officially gone crazy, that his
delirium was manifesting these images. And although he tried to push aside
the picture of Randy his mind had formed, the blond boy remained. It wasn't
until he saw Randy absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch that Chase's mind
switched back on from its fantasy-soaked haze. Randy was really in front of
him.

       He quickly jerked his hand away from his crotch. "Randy, what are
you doing? You're supposed to be sleeping."

       How dumb did that sound? He was talking to a high schooler, not a
little kid. That was more than obvious from how Randy looked right now: his
usually well-kept blond hair completely in disarray, a white tank-top and
white briefs leaving most of his skin completely exposed. Chase had never
noticed before, but Randy was a lot more muscular than he had realized.

       "Sorry, I thought I heard something outside, and then I saw
you...will you do it again?"

       "Do what again?"

       "You know...suck on my toes."

       Chase wasn't sure if he was going to faint from embarrassment or
arousal overload. Randy had just confirmed his deepest fear: that the
younger boy had been awake, and knew what he had done. But he wasn't angry,
or disgusted in the least. Conversely, he wanted Chase to do it again.

       This was Chase's chance to reign in his self-control, to put an end
to the mistake he had made last night. But there was something in Randy's
expression, something beyond the usual sweetness in his voice that Chase
recognized. Something like want, but probably closer to need.

       They traded places, Randy leaning against the tree with Chase
sitting between his legs. He gave Randy's right foot a tongue bath,
unabashedly letting his tongue explore every inch of the younger boy's bare
sole and toes. Knowing that Randy was awake, and was desperate for this as
he was tore down the worry and guilt that had been building in his
stomach. It was his opportunity to bask in his deepest desire, and Chase
was going to take advantage of that chance.

       Randy made no attempt to hide his own feelings, moaning and whining
"that feels good," until Chase reminded him that he needed to be
quiet. Things were already out of hand, but he couldn't allow them to
snowball any further by anyone else finding out. The high schooler nodded,
his face flushed with heat, and his right hand obscenely groping his
crotch.

       As Chase ran his tongue along the gap between Randy's two biggest
toes, the younger boy gasped and squeezed his dick through his briefs. The
glassy look on Randy's face and the way his toes curled alerted Chase to
the inevitable. Randy was cumming.

       Randy slumped against the tree, and Chase eased him down so they
were both sitting on the ground. Still panting for breath, and his hand at
his crotch, Randy tried to come down from the high. Chase couldn't help but
smile. Randy was cute. It wasn't the first time he had thought that, and he
always tried to push that thought aside for fear of what it might mean, but
with Randy sitting in front of him like this, it was hard to deny.

       "Like last time," Randy whispered. "On my feet...cum on my feet."

       Chase didn't need any more encouragement. And he was already so on
the edge that after a couple of tugs on his aching dick, he released thick
spurts of hot cum all over Randy's bare feet. And without missing a beat,
Chase lapped up all of his seed, smiling when Randy giggled at the ticklish
sensation.

       "Can we do it again?" Randy asked. He pulled his briefs down to his
knees, exposing his hard cock, cum coating the helmet-shaped head. "Or I
could lick your feet this time."

       Chase was flattered. Nobody ever offered to return the
treatment. But now that his mind wasn't bombarded by desperation and need,
Chase knew it was a line he shouldn't cross. After what had just happened,
did his refusal to cross one more line mean anything? Maybe not, but he
still felt that it was the right thing to do.

       "I'm pretty tired. We should probably get back to the tent before
someone else notices we're gone."

       Randy was visibly disappointed, but followed Chase back to the
tent. They didn't say anything to each other after that, and Chase fell
asleep wondering what would happen after he woke up."

       But in the middle of the night, Chase felt something pressing
against his face, tentatively. He tried to ignore it, but that something
didn't stop nudging his cheek, lightly tapping his forehead, but most
often, sliding against his mouth. As his senses slowly sharpened, Chase
became aware of that it was a foot against his face.

       Instinctively, he opened his mouth and the toes slid inside. He
figured it was Randy again, but as his tongue trailed around the toes,
Chase tasted a distinct difference. And when he opened his eyes, he saw
Cole sitting in front of him.

       Chase's heart was pounding so hard against his chest that it was
beginning to hurt. Cole didn't look sleepy in the least, and without those
big glasses framing his eyes, he looked completely different. The usual
loud-mouthed excitement that filled any space that Cole stepped into was
replaced with a quiet burning curiosity. Their eyes stayed on another as
Chase slowly began sucking on Chase's toes again.

       They were a little bigger than Randy's, a little fuller, and had a
taste all their own. Chase couldn't pinpoint it, but somehow the smell
seemed to suit Cole perfectly, like no other person in the world could
develop this natural scent. Was it like that for everyone? As Chase thought
back, no boy's feet had the same scent or taste as another's. Of course
there were similarities, and the familiar smell of sweat pervaded his
tongue on most occasions, but each bare sole was unique. And Cole's had a
smell and taste that Chase liked.

       And Cole seemed to like what he was doing to him. A couple of
giggles, low sighs, but Cole had more control than Randy. Chase's cock was
getting hard again, which sent him into a more heated state. He wanted to
memorize every inch of Cole's foot with his tongue.

       He wasn't sure how much time had gone by, but when Cole withdrew his
feet, Chase was confident that his tongue had glided along the entire
surface of those perfectly smooth feet.

       After Cole crawled back under the covers, Chase stuffed his hand
down his briefs and jacked off, his taste-buds still ignited from the taste
of Cole's feet. He heard snickering. And though he tried to ignore it, the
realization of who was laughing brought his hand to an immediate halt. He
could hear their voices through the laughter, and the whispered "dude, no
way," could only belong to Hunter. Although he couldn't see his own face,
Chase knew he was as pale as his sheets. Now, he was in trouble.

       His fears were confirmed the next morning when Mike and Hunter
walked out of the shower, towels around their waists and the most devious
smiles Chase had ever seen.

       "Don't worry Chase, we washed our feet real good," Mike said. They
snickered like Mike had just said the funniest thing in the world. Knowing
they had this huge secret on Chase it probably was as amusing as they made
it seem.

       "Look, you guys, you can't tell anyone about this. Please." Chase
knew begging was most likely his strongest weapon to appease their egos,
but he couldn't do it here, not where anyone could walk in, and spread this
nightmare even further.

       They snickered in that same tone that made Chase's skin teem with
goosebumps.

       And they continued on that way for the rest of the day. They took
their new information as a seat of power, wiggling their toes and holding
back laughter whenever they didn't want to participate in an activity. And
Chase had no choice but to let them take complete reign. This didn't ease
his paranoia, which was spreading faster through him than fungus. All day,
he was worried one of them would say something, that hushed whispers were
brewing behind his back, and maybe even before his eyes.

       The minutes seemed to stretch on infinitely, so by the time Chase
lay down in the tent with his scouts, fatigue wiped over him almost
immediately.

       It was like his face was being swallowed by an unseen force, one
that took its time to enjoy every bit of his flesh to its fullest. Chase
couldn't shake the sensation, and he was feeling more claustrophobic with
every passing second.

       He couldn't place it at first, but once his mind registered the
faint smell, Chase was drawn to this pressure. His body was ached for the
scent of feet.

       But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move his hands, to
grasp the foot and experience the dual sensations of smell and touch that
triggered pulsing waves of pleasure through his dick.

       Chase's eyes slowly opened and was caught between terror and
arousal, when he saw Mike and Hunter standing in front of him, the younger
boys rubbing their feet across his body.

       Why was he naked? More importantly, why were his hands tied behind
his back It was hard to believe that either Mike or Hunter had been capable
enough to tie such a perfect knot. Maybe Mike had been paying attention
more than Chase had realized. But the momentary relief that his lessons
were sinking in was short-lived, because Mike was grinning and his bare
foot was slowly sliding down Chase's chest, down to his dick, which was at
its hardest.

       Chase arched his back and gasped when Mike's foot made contact, the
warm sole pressing firmly against his dick, causing pre-cum to surge from
the slit. His muscles tensed when Mike continued to apply pressure, so much
that it was starting to hurt. But when he opened his mouth to beg Mike to
stop, Hunter's toes slipped into his mouth.

       It was pure torture. Mike was methodical with his movements,
grinding his foot against Chase's dick, and backing off every so often to
press his toes against the older boy's nipples and chest. Chase wasn't sure
what to think, especially with his tongue exploring Hunter's feet in the
meantime. He knew they were trying to humiliate him, and they were clearly
proud of themselves for taking full advantage of their hold on his secret,
but it was more than that.

       Hunter was gasping, and his eyes were focused on Chase's face. Mouth
agape, and toes curling deeper into Chase's mouth, it looked like the blond
boy liked having his toes sucked. And Chase recognized that same look of
curiosity on Mike's face while his feet traced up and down Chase's
chest. Whenever his muscles tensed, Mike seemed more captivated, especially
with the older boy's abs.

       He noticed Mike adjust himself through his boxers.

       Chase closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the sensation, his
body writhing on the floor as his body succumbed to orgasm. His seed gushed
all over Mike's foot, and the younger boy was practically stepping on his
dick the whole time, which only seemed to stimulate Chase even
further. When Hunter pressed his wet toes against Chase's nose, he thought
he would never stop cumming. He couldn't even remember the last time he had
been so turned on.

       He slumped back on the floor, his body relaxing after the intensity
of release, but before he could fully come down from his high, Hunter
guided him into a sitting position in front of Mike, who shucked his boxers
and pulled off his tank top. The brown-haired boy was completely naked, and
hard.

       "Suck me," he whispered in a husky voice.

       Chase was still in shock. He had thought about sucking dick endless
times since he had been a boy scout and longed to suck Nick off, but he had
never actually done it. What if he wasn't good? Why was he worried about
his skill level when a high schooler was ordering him to do this? Why
didn't he put up a fight instead of crawling the short distance to take
Mike into his mouth?

       Even with his lack of experience, he seemed to be doing a fine job,
if Mike's moans had anything to do with it. Mike seemed to be trying to
keep his voice down, and Chase couldn't help but suck a little more harshly
to elicit deeper moans. He had his hands tied behind his back, and Mike was
guiding his head back and forth with a firm grip of his hair, but Chase
still felt like he was in control. It was his mouth that was making Mike
shudder like this.

       Soon, he was pulled off Mike's dick with a wet pop, and he was
sucking Hunter. The Hawaiian boy's dick was a little longer, but Mike's was
thicker. They were both circumcised, and whenever Chase felt pre-cum tickle
his tastebuds, the urge to swallow their loads became even more
immediate. He had tasted his own cum a couple times, but didn't find
anything special about the taste. What would be like to have gum gushing
down his throat? Chase found his cock re-rising to attention at the
thought.

       They took turns, Chase alternating between sucking Mike, then
Hunter, until one was too close. At one point, Hunter untied Chase's arms,
but the older boy maintained the subservient role as to not break the spell
that seemed to fill the room. He took the liberty to run his hands up and
down the two boys' legs, and feet, but that only encouraged them to sigh
and thrust harder into his mouth.

       He didn't get to feel cum down his throat, but having Mike and
Hunter blow their loads over his face was just as intense for Chase. He
watched both of their faces contort with pleasure, Mike's facial features
squeezing tight towards the center of his face, then Hunter's face
undergoing the same shift seconds later. They were so in sync. Their balls
must have been aching for release, because thick spurt after spurt shot
across Chase's face, streaking through his hair and globs of it pooling
down his cheeks and chin.

       Hunter collapsed to the floor, and after a few seconds to catch his
breath, leaned forward and began lapping up the cum from Chase's face. Mike
looked significantly more hesitant, but crawled on his knees and did the
same. Chase's body trembled as the two tongues slowly took detours around
his face. It tickled a little bit, but it mostly got Chase hot. By the time
they pulled away, Chase couldn't help but slowly jack off.

       A figure rose from the covers, and another did right after. Chase
saw Cole and Randy emerge from their blankets, completely naked. Randy
looked at Chase for a moment, and it was obvious exactly where the blond
boy's attention was fixated. After giving Randy a slight nod, the younger
boy crawled between Chase's legs and began sucking him.

       Chase groaned, not attempting to hold back in the slightest. Now
that his secret was out in the open, he didn't need to hide anything, and
that freedom felt good. And knowing that he could make someone else feel
good made his heart race. So when Cole stood beside him, and pointed his
dick down with a flushed face, it only seemed natural for Chase to suck him
off.

       Maybe their tent had suddenly become a breeding ground for
pheromones. Maybe having an unoccupied mouth just didn't feel right in the
moment. Whatever the reason, Hunter began licking Mike's balls and sucking
his cock. And Chase could have been imagining it, but they both seemed to
fall into a rhythm too quickly for it to be their first time doing that.

       He was even more positive when Mike bent Chase over, and began
licking his butt. Hunter gasped and clutched the sheets below him, arching
his back in reflex. Randy and Cole stopped to watch their tentmates, and
Mike seemed to be invigorated even more by his audience. He worked his best
friend's hole open with loud slurps that made Chase's own entrance twitch.

       He had tried fingering himself a couple times, usually in the
bathtub, but the fear of pain prevented him from pushing his finger deep
enough inside his body to really feel anything. Here Hunter was, Mike's
tongue buried in his butt, and moaning like he was being unraveled from the
inside. Chase wanted to feel that good. Cole seemed to be riding at his
wavelength, because after Chase felt his legs being pulled up, he felt the
wetness of Cole's tongue underneath his balls.

       It was one of the weirdest and most pleasurable experiences in his
life. And even though it was embarrassing to have Randy watching with such
fascination, Chase was far too lost in this new feeling to be too
self-conscious.

       He could feel every microscopic move of Cole's tongue, circling his
pucker and occasionally up to his balls, which were beginning to
hurt. Chase especially felt it when Cole's tongue pushed inside. His hole
was being stretched by a high schooler's tongue. Just thinking about
something so wild made his dick throb. Feeling it had pre-cum liberally
flowing from his dick, which was lying, heavy and hard, against his tense
abs.

       Randy crawled and bent over so that his butt was right above Chase's
face. He knew Randy was meticulous when it came to cleaning his body, so he
held those soft, firm cheeks apart and began licking without abandon. And
of course, even in the midst of something so highly erotic, Randy managed
to make the cutest sounds that stimulated Chase even further. When Randy
began rolling his hips backward in the effort to feel more, Chase began
doing the same, trying to spread his legs as far apart as he could.

       Completely in line with Cole's way of doing things, he focused all
his attention to achieve perfection, doing things with his tongue that
Chase would have never believed a high schooler could be capable of—or a
college student for that matter.

       Randy slid off and Cole pulled his tongue away just in time for
Chase to see Mike withdrawing two fingers from Hunter's hole. He guided the
blond boy onto his back, and slowly pushed in. There was no hesitation on
either one of their parts. Hunter seemed to take all of Mike without much
trouble, and soon their naked bodies were in rhythm again, the light sound
of Mike's balls slapping against Hunter's cheeks echoing through the tent.

       It was like they were in their own little world. Now Chase was
positive that this wasn't their first time.

       But his attention was immediately redirected when he felt Cole's
dick poking against his hole. The younger boy was looking at him. Wide-eyed
and without his glasses, Cole looked completely different, cheeks flushed
and body glistening with sweat. Chase nodded and braced himself, doing his
best to allow Cole to slide his dick all the way inside his body.

       "Ah, so tight," Cole whispered.

	They were the first words Chase had heard in a while, and cemented
what was actually happening. Cole was holding onto his hips and
trembling. Chase wondered if Cole was trying to stop himself from cumming.

       Then, Randy took hold of Chase's length and stroked it a couple
times, before slowly lowering himself. Chase's eyes widened and his toes
curled. Now he knew how difficult it must have been for Cole to hold back
his orgasm. Randy's inner walls were so wet, and were squeezing him tight
like a vice-grip. He wanted nothing more to have his cum shoot into that
supple butt. And with Mike thrusting away into Hunter like it was nothing,
Chase was desperate for movement.

       He didn't even have to do anything. Once Cole started moving, Randy
started moving, and he was perfectly content with being caught between
them. Their moves lacked finesse, and once they got going, their prime
concern was speed. Cole was humping him like a madman, his usual
self-control completely absent from his movement. Occasionally, it hurt,
but when the high schooler struck something inside him, Chase couldn't
think of anything else.

       "Harder, more," he moaned, entranced by Cole's thrusting and Randy's
tightness.

       Randy was bouncing on his cock like his life depended on it. The
friction was delicious, but even more arousing was watching Randy's
face. It was obvious that Randy was more than just horny, that the younger
boy wanted something. When he leaned down, Chase didn't hesitate in
bringing their lips together. He was so far gone that making out with a
high school boy didn't phase him in the least.

       "Cu-cumming," Randy muttered into the kiss.

       Without touching his dick, Randy tensed as his cock erupted, his cum
shooting across Chase's chest. Cole came seconds later, ramming his dick
into Chase's hole as he rode out his gut-wrenching orgasm.

       When Cole pulled out, Chase sighed as he felt cum trickling from his
sore hole, down between his butt cheeks. Randy took the opportunity to suck
on Chase's tongue, while he lightly humped the older boy's chest.

       Once again, Mike and Hunter seemed to be synchronized in their
pleasure, reaching their peaks at nearly identical times. Chase watched
them reach their peaks, Hunter's cum spraying across his chest, while Mike
grabbed Hunter's butt hard enough to leave marks. Chase really wanted to
lick Hunter's hole dry. His inhibitions had been torn down, and it felt
like an eternity since the last time he had cum. Now he was desperate.

       He didn't last long, not when all four boys began sucking on his
toes, effectively making out on and around his feet. They were all moaning
so wantonly, and feeling four tongues work their way through his toes was
the best thing Chase had ever felt. The reciprocated action was what drove
him to his most intense orgasm yet, his toes curling into the boys' mouths
as his dick throbbed and pulsed, thick shots of cum hitting him right in
the face.

       Was this what it felt like to be high? So completely submersed in
ecstasy that he could barely remember his own name, let alone his previous
paranoia?

       His scouts all fell asleep, Mike's arms wrapped around Hunter. Chase
fell asleep at their feet, the scent and feel of those forty toes invading
his dreams, sowing the seeds for what would be the first of a lifetime of
wet dreams.



       Once the idea to this story came to me, I couldn't help but
materialize it. It took a while, but I finally finished, so I'm more than
eager to know what anyone thinks of it. Hopefully all the foot fetishists
enjoyed it at least a little bit!
       Please send your comments to writingaloud07@gmail.com