Foot play

Postby LikesItTight » Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:23 pm

As Ive stated in previous stories i like feet. I have no idea why but I just do, it intrigues me how different peoples feet are so obviously I have feet I think are nice and feet I think ewww about. But anyway this story is from when I first realised I like feet. The people in it are me and my friend dylan.

At school we were getting changed for a PE lesson, I was doing atheletics and Dylan was doing swimming but we had to get changed in the same changing room, I got changed next to Dylan who was my best friend out of that class, we had already made plans to stay at mine after school and it was the last lesson. Dylan is a 5ft7 long blonde haired, green eyed boy with a beautifully tanned complexion. I first payed eyes on his feet at that moment, and that's when I realised. They were magnificent, his soles glowing orange from the sweat of a hard day at school, his toes perfectly proportioned.

As we walked to get the train home I told him. I felt open to him, he already knew I adored many parts of his body and he was understanding. When we got in my mam was at work. He put his bag down in the passage, hung up his coat and blazer and then removed his shoes and socks 'this is your house so they're all yours' he said 'but I have one condition, you may do as you like with them but you have to tie me up'
'okay' I said

I rubbed, tickled and even licked his feet for hours on end while he lay there, his hands tied to the bed posts with shoe laces and his ankles tied together. 'I hope you don't think I'm weird' he said
'i was going to say that to you' I said back. He asked me if I wanted to be tied so he could play with my feet so I said 'yeah I like people playing with my feet too' we laughed giggled and played until my mam came in and ruined our fun, of course she judged us and called weird and in the days that followed tormented me about it but I didn't care.

Unfortunately at the end of that school year Dylan had to move because his mam got remarried to a guy living miles away. I lost my tied up foot buddy and so did he, we still talk but he's totally changed so when we visit each other we don't do any of that. It's such a crying, tying shame (see what I did there)
I use the term "I'm a little tied up right now" to a literal extent.