Back from skating, chilling with some of your freshman college buds in the small dorm room, you watch a couple of them gaming. You laying on the floor, kind’ve your normal spot when all of you get together. Your buddy Scott, sitting on your bed, him well aware that you are down there on the floor. You see his bare feet with his baggy jeans extend out over the edge and lower down towards you. The sides of his bare feet hit your cheeks yet he doesn’t say anything. You feel his feet blindly guide themselves back up, one foot resting on your shoulder with the other foot now consuming itself on your face. You inhale as your nose sinks into the middle of his sole, the bottom now conformed on your complexion. You grunt some as the foot adjusts and rubs it’s odor into your nose. Scott says nothing, just continues to tease your face, his toes wrapping around your nose, squeezing it, making you breathe the smelliest part under his toes. You inhale deeply, voluntarily trapping yourself under his stinky, college feet. You attempt to sit up but he lifts his other bare foot up, pushing you back down, now smothering you with both padded soles. You’ve been in this situation with him a few times previously, your small circle of college friends in the same room when it’s happened. Scott not seeming to be phased in keeping his feet covering your face, even getting used to the feel of you down there as he rests them upon you. Him also catching onto your light resistance of his foot intrusion and accepting your face as something just for his feet and toes to play with. You hear one of your college buds snicker and say,”Nice footrest Scotty. See if Tye can remove the stink from them.” Always a little jeering from your friends, but they have you seen you on the floor a lot, and just accepted it as normal. You hear snickering from above and feel Scott sit up. He parts his feet some now smiling down at you. “Like being my foot rest?,” Scott sarcastically asks down at you while tapping one foot against your cheek. “No I do….,” you get out before both feet consume you under their darkness. You hear Scotty and your friend laugh at your situation with Scotty adding,”Quiet footrest. Lay down there and breathe in my foot stink.” You feel the bottoms rub over your nose, his toes smearing over your nostrils, the odor of his feet now all over your face. About 20 minutes go by and you slowly feel one big toe try and push itself into your mouth. Scott had sat back but was trying something new. You let the toe in and swirl your tongue around it. The toe pulls out, the other toes pressing on your lips. You take a moment and lick the bottoms of each of them and with your tongue still somewhat out, you feel the skater foot drag down your tongue, tasting the dry, saltiness of it. You continue with his other foot, just casually licking his toes and feet, until he sits back up. He grins down at you and smooshes the bottoms of his feet against your cheeks, distorting your face. He jiggles your cheeks some before covering you under both feet for one last smell. He shakes your face some under his soles and says,”Sniff…sniff….” He get’s up, slips his Vans back on, and says goodbye to everyone. You get a text 10 minutes later from him saying,”That felt great. I want you always on the floor under my feet when we are hanging out together or with the bros. I know you like my foot smell and like tasting them :) 👃🏻👅🙇🏼♂️🦶🏻”
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