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“Haha, your feet fucking reek, man,” Luke says.
But he doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer, until his nose brushes gently against the upper sole, directly beneath Dale’s long, hairy toes. Dale feels the cool rush of air at Luke’s deep inhale. He is savoring the scent. This sends a jolt through Dale, who had up until this moment been laughing along at what he took to be a wild joke. It would’ve been just like Luke.
The two had been friends since childhood, and Dale knew Luke to have an off-kilter sense of humor. Playing foul pranks, playing chicken, seeing who between them could go the longest doing something uncomfortable to the other without them crying out in protest. Luke almost never lost, Dale usually did.
That had to be what Luke was doing here. And if Dale pulled away or showed any sign of disgust, he’d lose again. So Dale began to wiggle his toes, tapping them against Luke’s forehead.
He heard Luke whisper, “Fuuuck,” in low, grumbling tones. The sniffing upped in urgency. Okay, he’s playing serious here, thought Dale. Time to kick it up a notch.
Dale took one foot, hooked it behind Luke’s neck, and pulled, until Luke’s face was planted firmly into the other, his nose bent against the sole.
“How do you like that?” said Dale, rubbing his sole around Luke’s face, smushing it in, giving him as big a whiff as he could stand. Surely, thought Dale, he can’t stand much more than this. And in a way, he was right.
A shiver ran up Dale’s spine as he registered a sensation he had no reference for. He looked down and, sure enough, Luke’s tongue was tracing glistening lines from his heel to the toes.
“Dude, what the fuck?” said Dale, still making no moves to pull his feet away. And Luke’s licking didn’t slow. Once, when he made it to the toes, he slipped a few into his mouth and began to suck and bob up and down.
Dale was about to say something, anything—he didn’t know what—when Luke looked up at him with lustful eyes, half of Dale’s toes in his mouth, being searched and fondled by his tongue. Briefly, he took them out to smile devilishly at Dale.
“Want me to stop?”
Dale was at a loss for words. They met once or more a week for video games and a general shooting of the shit, watching videos on the internet, sometimes porn, and always straight vanilla porn. Never had he anticipated one of those sessions ending with his best friend fellating his feet.
Slowly and shyly, Dale shook his head. Luke chuckled and began sweetly kissing Dale’s soles. “Guess we’ll call this a tie.”
