Best Foot Forward by Will
Date: May 29, 2022

I've got this really weirdo crush on my neighbor. I can't help it. He makes me crazy. He moved in next door about seven weeks ago. His name is Dylan Pollard; he's a 38-year-old corporate lawyer, recently divorced. He and my dad sort of hit it off right away and he invited us over to use the gym equipment in his basement. He's got more shit over there than most professional gyms. Dad ain't too big on physical fitness, but I am, and stop by from time to time. But about a week ago I went over there for some serious socialization, and that's when my crazy crush on Mr. Pollard began.

I've always been more or less attracted to boy's feet, or I should say, young masculine feet; but not really in an overt, sexual way. It's always been my little secret, even though at 12 years old I did steal my friend Chris' socks because I not only loved the way his feet looked, but also smelled. I recall frantically rubbing his moist smelly socks on my young boner until I ejaculated - which, I might add, I didn't expect to happen - ejaculate, that is -- and at that time, my first orgasm had scared me so much that I never did again.

But now at 18 years old and with all my hormones constantly bubbling and boiling on over-time, my first time alone with Mr. Pollard opened up that long-dormant foot-freak in me.

It was a Saturday morning; he had invited me the night before. The gym's all yours he told, when he opened the door. He had a heap of work on his desk in the den he said, and that I should knock myself out.

After about an hour of 'knocking myself out' Mr. Pollard came downstairs. I was bench pressing. He spotted me for a few, and then he sat on the floor and began talking about the importance of physical fitness.

He is a tall imposing man, who could have been a movie star of model if he had wanted to. His hands were large and so were his feet. And while he sat there talking, he kicked off his loafers at one point. And while he continued talking, he would wiggle his toes in his socks.

Damn!! I felt my loin catch fire as a faint aroma of his feet cascaded into my dilated nostrils. After a while I had no idea what he was saying. Everything became misty and warm, and even though I tried to pretend I was listening to him, my eyes kept wandering to that pagan ballet that was going on in his socks.

His clear gray eyes are strong and very comforting. And as I said, he's very handsome, but the intoxicating scent stirred by the movement of his hidden toes claimed my undivided attention. I wanted to lean over and plant a great big sloppy wet puppy-dog kiss on those scented feet. I imagined the feet naked and feeling really nice and smooth to the touch. I imagined being able to rub one of them on my cock. Those feet were so big and wide and manly. I was mesmerized. I began to wonder if I'd be able to steal a pair of his socks. My foot-lust was back and more overpowering than before.

But it seemed like in no time at all, I heard him saying he'd let me get back to building my body and he'd get back to his desk.

I watched intently as he slipped those huge feet back into those worn loafers and wandered back up the carpeted stairs. I stood there kinda trembling, imaging how it would feel to have Mr. Pollard's warm, sweaty, 13EEE socked-feet to push my naked legs apart and fondle my dick and balls until I shot my juice all over them. I wanted to smell the strong foot odor in those socks and tell him how much it excited me.

This was the lust-driven storm that was brewing in my head my first night in Mr. Pollard's basement.

The following Wednesday afternoon I was out in the driveway shooting some hoops when Mr. Pollard pulled in from work. He shouted over that he'd just gotten a new Nautilus and did I want to give it a try.

"Hell, yeah!" I said, jumping over the low hedge that separated our properties into his yard. I followed him into the house after he'd unlocked the door. Once inside he pointed toward the basement and said "Have at it, my man! I'm going up to take a quick shower. Be down in a few,"

I looked down at his feet as he walked away. He was wearing an awesome pair of mahogany colored loafers. Clearly recalling the aroma of his feet, I floated down the stairs. I just had to get a pair of his socks. I just had to. I wanted to rub the scent of his feet all over my cock while the feel and the smell of the socks made me blast my load.

I was in the basement for almost an hour and he never came down, so I decided to go see what was happening. I was looking forward to hopefully getting a glimpse of his naked feet.

When I reached the top of the stairs I heard him a heated conversation with his ex-wife. They were arguing about some alimony shit. He didn't look too happy. Shit, I was thinking, I wasn't going to get close to those feet this evening. I tried stealing a peek, but they were shoved under his desk. He turned and whispered "Sorry, dude. Business!"

I shrugged and began to leave, and then BAM! I recalled he'd just taken a shower, AND his sweaty socks would probably be in his hamper in the bathroom. I figured I could get up and be out before he even noticed. And off I went.

When I got to the top of the stairs I headed straight down the hall towards the bathroom. But as I passed his bedroom, I saw his mahogany colored loafers under a chair just inside the room. Eureka! His socks were rolled up in a ball inside the loafers. Quickly tugging them out of the shoes I could easily see - and smell - they were kinda stinky. Rapidly placing the toes of the socks under my nose, I deeply breathed-in Mr. Pollard's aroma. MMM MMM Good! It was like amyl nitrate. My senses seemed to expand. I got dizzy with arousal. Ain't nothing in the world ever smelled better than this, I was thinking. I didn't know what I was doing. Everything was warm and fuzzy. I was so damn excited. I'd only meant to steal Mr. Pollard's socks and get the hell outta there, but I was so aroused I was going nuts.

Without even realizing what I was doing I lowered my pants and briefs so that I could get a total feeling of those damp, smelly socks on my dick. Slowly I drew one sock over my rigid prick and pulled it down the until my cockhead filled the toe of the sock. I almost screamed out with excitement. I began to gently stroke my cock while deeply sniffing the toes of the other sock. Oh, damn, it really felt totally whacked out.

Then suddenly......

"What are you doing?!"

It was Mr. Pollard. I tried to hide the sock in my hand but couldn't pull the other one off my dick fast enough.

"Are you jerking off in my socks, Brandon?

What could I say? I admitted that I was.

"Wa...Wa...WHY?" he wanted to know.

I told him that it totally excited me, and that it felt really, really wild!

"So....you like socks, huh? What do like to do with them? I've never heard of anyone sniffing and jerking off to socks before. Do you like the smell of feet? Sweaty feet?"

I suddenly saw a glint in Mr. Pollard's eyes that I'd never seen before, and also noticed he'd begun slightly clutching at himself while he asked the questions.

"Yes, sir, I really kinda do like sweaty feet" I confessed.

"Well, then" he said as he flopped down in an easy chair, and flung his bare feet up into a similar chair opposite him, "How about you going to go to work on these right now!"

He then told me to first step out of my pants and to shove my briefs down around my ankles, and to get his mahogany loafers and to come sit in the chair opposite him.

I almost fainted when I sat in the chair where his size big, wide, 13EEE feet rested, toes wriggling, with that mind dizzying scent flying up my nose. He said he hadn't had a chance to shower, so his feet had a day's worth of stink on them, as he put it.

"So, Brandon, come on, pick up my shoes show me how much you love the smell of my manly feet" said Mr. Pollard.

I raised the shoes to my nose, but there was only a faint aroma. I wanted to get my nose back on those socks, and if he allowed, those feet, themselves. I dropped the shoes and shoved the one sock to my nose and inhaled. The other sock was still on my semi-erect dick.

Mr. Pollard looked over at me while I sat there going crazy over the tasty smell of his feet. He grinned broadly while he curled and wiggled his toes. Those toes that I wanted do badly in my mouth.

"You want to see what my bare feet feel like, and smell like, Brandon?, Huh?"

Bingo! I thought, as my boner grew an inch and almost shot, as he raised both his bare feet into my face. Oh Jeez! Oh Jeez! Oh Jeeez! Without hesitation I quickly pressed my eager nose against the bottom of the feet, crazily alternating between the two. I sniffed wildly between those sweaty toes.

Would I be a pervert if I stuck out my tongue and kissed them, I thought, as I went nutso over the feel and smell of the two manly trophies. Fuck it. Before I'd even finished thinking, my tongue darted out in between the middle toes. Oh, man, the taste! The taste! I began to slobber with almost canine excitement. It was awesome! Hungrily I sucked each toe in turn, slavishly swirling my ecstatic tongue around them in the process.

Mr. Pollard began to groan, moan and gyrate as he slid further down in his chair, firmly pressing his feet against my slavishly devouring face. He grabbed at, and massaged, his rigid crotch more frantically as I began to lick up and down the bottoms of his fantastic feet, tickling the arch with my teeth.

With sex-glazed eyes and flushed face, Mr. Pollard looked over at me, saying, "I want you to show me how you jerk off with my socks, Brandon."

Immediately I started beating my own meat with the sock that was covering my dick, but he stopped me.

"No....I want you to show me, on mine. Show me just what you would like Mr. Pollard to do to you, Brandon. If you make me feel really good, maybe I'll do the same for you."

Yeah! I quickly picked up the sock I had been previously sniffing, while Mr. Pollard slid down his pants and briefs. I gently placed the sock on the fat cockhead of his huge, stiff boner.

"Oh, yeah...that feels really good. Play with my balls while you do that.." He spread his legs wider and slid down further in the chair so that his big hairy nuts were hanging free. I was turning the sock so that it would really tickle his cockhead; then, slowly, I pulled the sock down over the entire length of his long hard shaft.

I got the fat head of his throbbing dick into the toe of the sock and started rubbing and massing that fleshy wonder. With my other hand I gently tickled those big hairy balls with my finger tips, letting them play lightly on the sensitive hairy sac. He moaned and humped up against my tantalizing fingers and spread his legs even wider, so that I could tickle all around down between and under his fat nuts. His groaning got louder, his humping got more frantic and the tip of the sock was getting soaked. He was cumming.

Wow! Crazy, man! I made Mr. Pollard cum.

Finally grinning at me when he'd recovered from orgasm, "So, now, Brandon..... what do you want me to do to you?"

I told him that I wanted him to tickle me between my legs with his socks.

"Do you want them on, or off, my feet?" he asked.

I told him I didn't know.

"Well, we'd better find out." He said, placing a naked foot between my legs, wiggling his toes around my balls. Oh, damn, that immediately had me spreading my legs wider.

"Does that tickle you?" he wanted to know. I told him it did, and to please don't stop. Both his feet began to rub and roam all over my dick. He soon caught my cockhead head between his toes, curling them gently over it. I was in heaven.

"Now...do you like to have you balls tickled too? Like you tickled mine?"

I nodded. He then had me get on the floor in front of him and turn away, on all fours with my ass facing him, and my legs spread. With both hands he began tickling my balls lightly with his fingertips. Instantly I started squirming and shoving legs wider and raising my butt.

"You like to have your balls tickled by Mr. Pollard, don't you? You like my smelly socks, too, huh." He reached around and shoved one of his loafers with a sock in it, under my nose.

"Smell my nice sweaty sock in there!" he grunted as he continued his exquisite tickling with one hand and pumping my sock-clad dick with the other.

"Come on, come on," he whispered, "Let me see you shoot into Mr. Pollard's tasty sock!"

He didn't have to encourage me. I was long overdue.

Between his skillful fingers on my cum-filled balls, and the tickle sock on my angry dick, I shot ... and shot ... and shot ....and shot!

Mr. Pollard promised not to tell anyone about what had happened, and I sure as hell wasn't. He then quickly invited me to come over again the next evening and I could sniff all his dirty, sweaty socks and see what comes up. He then handed me the pair of socks we had each cum in...to remind me of the hot time waiting for me.

Dayum! Was this happening? It was too good to be true. I was sure I had stumbled onto a parallel universe and any second I was going to be morphed back to this one.

I was too excited to sleep. It wasn't til I had jerked off for the second time into those socks did I finally collapse into unconsciousness.

After school, I hurriedly got my homework done, swiftly got thru dinner with mom and dad, then I said I was meeting the guys in town and off I went.

Mr. Pollard was waiting for me at the door wearing his suit from work; shoes still on, necktie off, shirt open to reveal a furry chest and stomach. Gott Dam!....there wasn't a better looking man on the whole fockin' planet.

When I got close enough to him he said, "Come on in, sock sniffer." His bright gray eyes were dancing with anticipated pleasure. I had never seen him look so smokin' hot. My heart was racing like crazy. At that moment I was willing to go the "whole gay way" with him tonight, if he wanted.

"Did you work over those old socks I gave you yesterday? I'll bet you squirted into them more than once, didn't you? Do you like these I have on? I didn't wash my feet this morning and I have taken off my shoes all day, so I could give you something special tonight"

I looked down at his big feet. It was then I noticed he was wearing black Nike' gym shoes. My hardon began to leap around in my briefs when I looked at his dark blue 'fluffies" stuffed inside his Nike's. Dayum! There was some serious sweating going in there. I asked if I could touch them. He said I could do more than just touch them, but I had to do it exactly the way he told me.

We wandered down the hall into the den and he sat down on a lounge chair, leaning back so that his feet were in the air. His eyes narrowed sensuously, as a wicked smile crept along his mouth, saying: "Get undressed so I can see what I'm doing to you."

In a heartbeat I tore off my shirt and jeans. But when I was about to shuck down my white briefs, he instructed me to leave them on and to pull my dick and balls out the front. He said it would help him concentrate his tickling on the most important areas. At the work 'tickle" my dick began to wildly leap and twitch.

"Ah, ha," he laughed. "You like that don't you? Well I'm going to tickle you with my dirty, sweat-soaked socks until your tongue hangs out! How would you like that? Now get down on your knees!"

I knelt down in front of his chair. I unlaced the black sneakers and pulled the left one off. Aaaaaahh, the sock and sneaker were R E A L L Y smelly and heady. I stuck my nose inside the sneaker, to get an even stronger whiff. My whole body was shaking; my eyes were tearing with lust and happiness. There was no one else in the world except me and Mr. Pollard, and oh what a great feeling that was.

Soon I had both sneakers off, smelling each socked-foot thoroughly, especially between the toes where the most delicious odor is the most pungent. MMMMMMMMMMMM

Mr. Pollard had me stand up and let his feet sandwich my stiff dick and tight balls. I had the most exciting view of a hot and sexy older man in trousers and open shirt, shoes off, with his big beautiful sweaty feet toying with my twitching, throbbing teenage dick. Life is damn good!

Through sex-drenched eyes, he said, "Do you want me to tickle you?"

Slowly he dragged one foot up the underside of my boner; from the base to the tip. His wriggling toes rubbed to the very end of my dick, while his other foot pressed against my balls. I spread my legs wider so he could rub the insides of my legs with both socked-feet. Then he took the head of my dick between his feet and rubbed it between them. I thought I was gonna faint from too much erotic pleasure.

"If you think this is good...wait until you see what I have planned next", he said in a voice that I've heard my father use with my mother.

In the distance I heard I slight knock on the kitchen door. But Mr. Pollard didn't acknowledge it and thought it was my imagination, until several seconds later two guys turned the corner into the den. They both were smiling broadly.

Holy shit! This must be a dream. I'm standing in my underwear with everything hanging out, while a hot, handsome lawyer is tickling my dick with his sweaty socked-feet.

As casual as you like, I was introduced to Rich and Josh as the "Sock Lover" Rich was a co-worker and Josh had gone to college with Mr. Pollard. Rich was shorter and darker than Mr. Pollard but his feet were just as big. He was wearing khaki cargo pants, polo shirt, black socks and loafers. Josh was slim, dark, super smooth skin. He had long fingers and gentle eyes. He was dressed in gray dress trousers, pale blue dress shirt, loose tie, gray socks and black wingtips.

While Mr. Pollard continued to foot-fondle my privates, Rich and Josh playfully joked about how Mr. Pollard had told them how I had gotten him off the day before, and how much he'd enjoyed it. And in their joking I soon found out that Mr. Pollard thought that I just might enjoy getting a tickling by three guys at once - as well as getting a chance to sniff their feet - and lick their toes. They were hoping that if they made me feel good, maybe I would return the favor on them.

Dizzy with excited anticipation I watch as Rich and Josh finally sat down on the sofa.

Removing his feet from my dick, Mr. Pollard eased up in the lounge chair, saying, "Go over and check out their socks, Brandon...I'll think they'll tickle you good enough. Do you like them?" Rich was wearing black, knee-high fluffies and Josh was wearing gray ankle length fluffies.

"Those are the kind you like aren't they? The kind that soak up the sweat the best? I told them what to wear for you."

"We're going to tickle you real good, Brandon." Said Josh, as all three men removed their trousers and shorts, leaving only their socks and shoes on.

It was up to me to take each of the shoes off and sniff and to deeply inhale the socks and tell them how much I loved the scent. Both men grinned like schoolboys and became almost giddy at the sight of me sniffing and smelling their socks as my boner leaped and trembled in the air.

"Okay, now...you take off those tightie-whiteys so this lawyer can give you a lesson in advanced sock tickling!' said Josh.

Oh, yeah, this was my favorite part. All three men pulled up chairs closely and rubbed my entire naked body with their smelly socked-feet. I never felt anything as awesome as this before in my life. While a socked-foot was roaming over my dick, another pair was rubbing my chest, with still another pair in my face to sniff. Talk about being in Heaven!

"Now I want to see how much he really likes socks", said Rich, taking off one of his long black socks. Mr. Pollard and Josh held my legs open while Rich dragged his tickley sock up and down the length of my dick and fluttered it over my balls. I was wacky with arousal, but they didn't want me to cum yet.

"See, I told you how he loves to have his balls tickled." laughed Mr. Pollard. "I wonder how he'll like having six sets of fingers playing on him at one time?"

He then commanded me to stand up and lean against the wall. "Now.... spread those legs and let those tender young balls hang there - we're going to give you a tickling you won't forget, boy!"

Mr. Pollard then showed the others how to lightly finger my balls from behind and make me squirm. One of them, I think it was Josh, had such a light, super tantalizing touch that I thought I was gonna come immediately.

"I know a few other places this boy should be tickled" said Josh.

Rich then pulled me down to the floor and held me there, while Josh and Mr. Pollard took off my socks and tickled my feet. Then Rich held my arms up and while the other two took turns tickling my armpits. I couldn't move. I was at there mercy. They loved seeing me thrash and squirm and cry out with rhapsodic pleasure. Then they stopped.

"Alright," began Mr. Pollard, "Now you're going to show us how much you like your tickling." He took my hand, and we all traveled up the stairs to the bedroom. Rich jumped on the bed first -- on his knees, legs open, ass raised so that I could get at his hefty balls.

"I want you to make him cum like you made me yesterday." Said Mr. Pollard, handing me one of the gray socks I had brought to use on Rich. First I dragged the sock lightly across Rich's cock until it was really hard. Then I tickled the head with the toe of the sock. Next I turned the sock inside out and pulled it on his dick until the cockhead filled the sock-toe. Rich's dick was pretty long and quite thick and really filled the sock. Then I got an idea. Wrapping my hand around lightly around the top of his dick, I slowly pulled the sock up and down, making sure the most sensitive part of the head got tickled the most. Two more times of that and I heard Rich's muffled groans into the pillow as the toe was being copiously pumped full of cum.

Next it was Josh's turn. He said he was very sensitive behind his balls and he wanted me to tickle them. He spread his legs wide and crouched over me as I lay on my back. With both hands, I fluttered my fingers over his balls, between his legs, and on his dick. He loved it! Then I wrapped the other clean gray sock around his dick and began stroking him with one hand while tickling his balls with the other. Immediately he began humping his body into my face, let out a few loud orgasmic shouts, and came into the sock.

Next and last was Mr. Pollard. He sat there on the edge of the bed and had me play with him the way I had the afternoon before. Using a fresh sock from his drawer; a thick soft blue one. I slowly stroked his beautiful penis; holding it gently in my hand so that it stood straight up. I rolled the softest part of the sock over the fleshy cockhead in a series of circular motions. Mr. Pollard groaned loudly and spread his long muscular legs wider on the bed.

Josh hovers over us, eyes glazed with lust, "Come on, boy, I want to see you tickle those balls!"

With both hands I hurriedly began gently tickling in and around those huge hairy nuts; just little butterfly touches. Wrapping the blue sock around the top of his dick, I continued to tickle his nut sac with one hand while I eventually stroked him to a climax with the other.

"And, now," shouted Mr. Pollard, "How are we going to make this hot and horny teenager cum for us?"

Josh leaned over and whispered something to Mr. Pollard. Smiling broadly, he had me hop up on the bed and to lay spread eagle. With some long brown knee socks, Mr. Pollard tied me to the headboard. Then my feet were bound to the foot of the bed. I was helpless.

Mr. Pollard then traveled down the hall to the bathroom and returned with his arms piled full of clothes.

"Okay, my sock sniffing lothario," began Mr. Pollard, showing me an armful of worn fluffies, sweat sock, jock straps and underwear, "since you like smelly socks so much, maybe you'll like these!"

He had me smell each item and then tell me if I liked it. He had one pair of ripe old sweat-socks that really overpowered the rest. These he saved. He also made me smell the crotch and seat of several pairs of undershorts. My dick was slapping hard and mean up against my six-pack stomach, as I aching for attention and release.

All three of them took a pair of dirty socks and rubbed and dragged them across my body, deliberately avoiding my dick. Then Mr. Pollard began tickling my sweating armpits while the other two ticked my feet. They mercilessly did this for quite a while until I was thrashing and squirming and straining there on the bed, begging them to please stop.

Rich had gone downstairs to get one of his long black knee-socks and he dangled over my dick. "Since your meat is so extra long for a guy your age, were going to have to tickle it with extra long socks!"

Turning the sock inside out, Rich pulled it over my stiff, hurting dick and gently worked my fat sensitive cockhead into the toe. Then he S L O W L Y pulled it off. He did this again and again until I was screaming like a crazy person to cum. Pushing my cockhead snugly back up into the toe, Josh began stroking it. - while Mr. Pollard stuffed those ripe, stinky sweat socks under my nose - while Josh, with his magic fingers, tickled my balls and inner thighs. The sensations from all three were overwhelming and I came harder than I can ever remember.

That was a week ago. And I know that Mr. Pollard is straight, and likes women; and he is also twenty years older than me. And I also know that last week was only sex - but I still, sure as hell, have got a rock-hard cock-crush on him.