“Ferris…Ferris…Ferris!” Mrs. Bueller called up the stairs. Another minute passed before the bedroom door opened and her energetic son walked out, “Yeah, mom?” “Were you asleep? It’s 3 in the afternoon?” she asked after noticing his messy hair. “Oh…no, no I was just trying new hair styles…trying to keep up with the ever-changing fashion trends” he replied with a flashy Ferris smile. “Well, your father and I are leaving; remember we’ll be back on Sunday. Do you think you can avoid burning down the house until then?” “I know where all the fire extinguishers are; you have nothing to worry about” he replied swiftly. “Alright, goodbye, sweetheart. Love you” she waved back up to Ferris. “Love you!” he added by blowing a kiss to her. Mrs. Bueller just smiled at her spirited 18 year old before leaving the house, hoping Ferris wouldn’t have a party or anything like that while they were gone. “Man, I thought they were never gonna leave” Ferris said aloud as he walked back to the window of his bedroom to watch the car pull out and drive away.

Grabbing his bulky cellular phone, Ferris flopped down on his bed and started dialing with his High Topped feet bouncing around in the air behind him. “Cameron, my parents just left so the house is mine for the weekend. You can head on over” he expressed energetically. “…I don’t know Ferris, I have to retake the SATs tomorrow and I need to study” “You already scored near perfect on that thing. If you don’t blow chunks this time you’ll probably make even higher and your parents will be happy. You know I don’t like being alone in an empty house” Ferris tried to convince using his goofy persuasive voice. “What about Sloan?” “She’s out of town too, now get your pasty ass over here! The SAT can wait” “Ferris…I can’t” Cameron whined. “Get in the car and study on the way here then” “Do you want me to wreck?” “As long as you get here!” Ferris concluded, ending the call with his wet blanket of a best friend. Like always, the lanky brunette arrived at Ferris’ house within the hour after contemplating his decision for 20 minutes. He walked around the house to find Ferris lounging by the pool, wearing only a pale green swimsuit as his stunning, rosy feet sat crossed at the end of the long white chair.

“Are you ever not relaxed?” Cameron asked while coming through the gate. “I have to relax for both of us, remember?” Ferries replied, pulling down his sunglasses to look at his buddy but he realized Cameron’s eyes were struggling to keep contact, too busy stealing glances at his bare feet. “Uhh yeah haha right. I didn’t bring my suit for a pool day though” Cameron added after breaking the trance. “I’ve got you covered” Ferris answered, pulling out a red pair of trunks and tossing them to Cameron. “Guess I’ll go change” “Will you grab me a coke?” “Of course, your highness” he agreed as Ferris smirked toward the pool. Minutes later, the gangly pale 18 year old walked back out to find his best buddy flipped over on his stomach, assumingly to get more sun on his back side. When a newly shirtless Cameron made his way to a nearby lounge chair, the terribly tempting, radiant pink soles on full display hit him like a ton of bricks. In the new position, they were seriously wrinkled, collections of small waves of soft, flawless goodness that refused to be ignored. 

Ferris’ feet were simply beautiful and although Ferris was his closest pal and he enjoyed spending time with him, the gorgeous high arched soles and plump toes were often the deciding factor during those times where he contemplated giving in and coming to the Bueller house, very much like today. Cameron studied the hypnotic feet taunting him as he applied sunscreen on his body and Ferris knew it, “Could you put some of that on me? I forgot to get my legs” “Are you serious?” “If I burn, Cameron, my mom is gonna try to take me to the doctor to make sure it isn’t skin cancer and nobody wants that. Please??” he asked again, putting his bottom lip out to charm his friend. Cameron couldn’t help but giggle at the familiar expression. “Fine, alright.”

His response to Ferris’ charisma quickly faded as he realized what he’d agreed to. The normally up tight lad felt himself tighten up even worse while squirting the white cream in his hands before kneeling next to Ferris’ legs. The crafty senior could feel Cameron trying to calm his quivering hands as they started rubbing in the sun block, sprouting a subtle smile at the head of the chair that Cam couldn’t see. It was always easy to mess with Cameron but knowing that he had a thing for his feet allowed for endless fun to a man who had a talent for mischief like Ferris. “Make sure to get down to my ankles, I always forget them” he added with a grin. “Whatever you say, master” Cameron quipped back with sarcasm to try and conceal his nerves as his big hands rubbed the protection down near both of the unbelievably supple heels, fighting the more impulsive part of himself to keep his hands on the legs. “Alright, you’re all set” Cameron announced, popping up from the position as soon as he could and tossing the sun screen on the ground before sitting on the neighboring chair. “Thanks, man. You’re pretty good at that” Ferris teased, flashing a smile toward Cameron. “Such a prick haha” he laughed off like usual, looking down at his own wide bare feet just to avoid staring at his buddy’s.

“Have you heard anything back from any colleges yet?” Cameron asked to change the subject to something he was more comfortable discussing. “Not yet…I only sent two applications out so we’ll see if either of them want me” “You only sent out 2?! I mailed out 15 and have already gotten into 10. Too bad making the whole school think you had a fatal disease doesn’t count as an extracurricular activity” “Did Cameron just make a joke? I must be finally rubbing off on you” Ferris teased, playfully shoving his friend’s leg with the balls of his foot. “Yeah haha…maybe” Cameron tried to answer as his tall body tensed up at the surprise foot action. Ferris’ sole felt so lush against his leg, only intensifying Cameron’s desire to experience the full glory of the impeccable feet. “I think I’m gonna go for a swim. Are you getting in?” Ferris asked while standing up from the chair. “Yeah, I could go for a dip” Cameron replied moments before his wilder friend jumped in the air and landed a cannonball in the large pool, making an impressive splash. “Jesus, Ferris” Cameron laughed before sitting on the side so just his legs were emerged in the water. “That’s not swimming, Cameron. You have to actually get in the pool” Ferris pointed out. “I want to get used to the water first” “I swear, sometimes I think you’re 40 instead of 18”

Cameron laughed at the remark and watched Ferris zoom through the water back and forth like a fish for a few minutes until he changed course, moving like an ominous shark in a movie toward Cameron. “No…Ferris…Ferris don’t!” he tried to object but wasn’t fast enough to avoid Ferris clamping onto his ankles to pull him in. “Come on, Cameron, the water is great” he encouraged. “Ferris, cut it out!” Cameron protested, holding onto the edge of the pool. "I know how to get you in here” Ferris assured before wiggling a few fingers on one of the pale bare feet. “AHAHAHA!! FEERRIISS!!” was all Cameron could say as the tickling forced him to let go and he was pulled in. When Cameron came up out the water he could hear Ferris laughing at him, “I’m gonna kill you” Cameron threatened with a stoic expression like a wet cat. “You’re more fun when you’re having a good time and sometimes you just need a push…or a pull” he grinned. Cameron started after Ferris like a disgruntled brother, the smaller of the two jolting to evade him but Cameron’s long arms came in handy, allowing him to snag Ferris and wrestle him into the water. Ferris soon escaped his buddy’s grip and propelled out of the water before sitting on the side of the pool with just his legs swaying in the water. “OK! OK! You got me!” Ferris laughingly tried to surrender as Cameron swam closer.

“You know I hate almost drowning…and getting tickled” Cameron pointed out as he waded in front of him. “What are you gonna do without me at school next year to keep things interesting?” Ferris asked, extending his leg to tease Cameron’s face with his brilliant toes. “Hey!” Cameron tried to swat away. “I’d love a massage, Cameron” Ferris taunted as he continued trying to plant his wet foot on his buddy’s face. “Ferris! I’m not giving you a massage!” he refused between giggles, battling internally between his flaming attraction to the very foot being shoved in his face and what might come with giving into such a thing but Ferris, per usual, knew what he was doing. “Alright, I guess that’s enough goofing around. I need a shower and some food; I could eat a horse. You wanna order a pizza?” Ferris asked as he stood up at the edge of the pool. “Why can’t you order it?” “Cameron…how can I concentrate on cleaning my body and scrubbing my scalp if I’m waiting for the pizza guy to show up?” “...whatever. Pepperoni and olives?” Cameron questioned, assuming their usual order would suffice. “You got it!”

Roughly 20 minutes later Ferris was coming back down the stairs, now in a pair of light-wash jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He explored the first floor of his house until he found Cameron sitting on the couch in the living room, putting another grin on his face before joining him by sitting at the other end. The space between them was quickly filled by Ferris’ bare feet propping up on the empty cushion, immediately earning Cameron’s attention, however subtle, as his fresh toes and clean soles flexed a little in the air. “No pizza yet?” Ferris asked as Cameron diverted his attention back to the TV. “Nope” “You alright, Cameron?” Ferris questioned, propping one heel atop the other foot’s toes and exaggerating the bottom sole to really show off his creamy arch. “Yeah, I’m fine” “You sure?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Ferris” “What?” Bueller questioned with a more playful tone as he started using his toes to tease the edge of Cameron’s swim trunks. “I know what you're doing with your…your feet! Showing them off all day to mess with me and trying to shove them in my face” Cameron finally expressed like he’d been holding his breath. “Haha you’re crazy, Cameron. But I mean I guess they are pretty nice. I can’t blame you for staring” he taunted with a look toward his size 10s and a smile of youthful arrogance.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and interrupted their exchange at the perfect time. “That must be the pizza” Ferris announced as he got up to pay for the pie. Bueller sat the pizza down in the kitchen and Cameron met him in there, “Man, this looks good” “Really? I figured you had a taste for something…else” Ferris teased with a playful wiggle of his naked toes to fuck with Cameron some more. “Alright, that’s it!” Cameron announced and lunged after Ferris but his buddy was too fast, suddenly zipping around the house with Cameron’s bigger, wider bare feet slapping the floor behind him until the familiar pair of long arms wrapped him up and they both landed on the couch. “Cameron, come on AohAOHA! NOOoAOHA!! CCAAAMMEERRoOOnAHAHA!!” “You asked for it!” Cameron made clear as he used his body weight to mostly pin Ferris under him and corralled one ankle in his arm to scribble all over the lush bare foot he’d been dying to get his hands on.

“NOo! NoOOoTTiICCkKlIiNNGG!!” “What are you gonna do about it, huh? Did you think I would just let you keep pushing my buttons??” Cameron challenged as he kept up with Ferris’ squirmy body, ending up sitting across Ferris’ back so he was facing his feet and securing the other foot this time for a more concentrated attack. “AAhAHASShhiITT!! AhoAOhAGGEETtoOOFFmMmeEEEAHA!!” Bueller howled as he writhed under Cameron on the couch, wrecked by the short nails raking across the bright pink balls of his foot. Cameron even held his toes back so his sole was more taut, really letting him get the better of his rascally friend and indulge in his greatest desire. 

“CcAAmMMEERrOOnPLLeEASSEE!!” “Why should I stop?? Huh? You didn’t stop messing with me...Cameron rub my feet, look at my beautiful soles, pay attention to my feet but don't make it obvious! I should've done this months ago” Cameron challenged with a mocking recollection of what’d driven him to this point. Ferris flailed into the couch cushions with gushing laughter, boyish and lively like Bueller himself as Cameron showed no mercy clawing away at the mouthwatering sole he’d dreamed of getting this close to. Ferris had always seen the teasing as nothing more than a game, another card in his deck of ways to get a rise out of his up-tight best friend. He never imagined Cameron would ever actually act on the feet being dangled in front of him.

But as terrible as the tickling was to a guy like Ferris, on feet that perfect, Cameron’s fingers backing off gave way to something even worse. Bueller barely had time to get ahold of himself for a second before he felt something wet glide up his foot. “WWOoAOH! WhhAT IsSSThAATT?!” “Just getting a little taste, buddy” Cameron answered with his eyes locked on the prize in front of him after finishing the first lick. “Are you licking my foot?! Cameron, that’s disgusting! Get oofAFOhAhoAOHooH!” Ferris couldn’t help but be overcome with fresh laughter at the eager tongue snaking up his sole again, dragging from the heel toward the toes while his leg tried its best to pull away but Cameron refused to give up, even losing contact with the fleshy treat a few times only to come back with the same unwavering appetite. “AAHAH! NNOoO! CCAAMMERROONN!!” Ferris raged with ticklish disbelief as his best buddy, the man who wouldn’t even jaywalk, licked his foot over and over as he freaked out under him.

By the time Cameron finally let him up, Ferris didn’t know what to say as he sat on the sofa catching his breath, now sitting against the arm and with his legs pulled in closer to him, out of reach of Cameron. He looked like he’d seen a ghost but Cameron was loose as a goose with a proud, fulfilled smirk on his long face. “Your feet kind of taste like a salty vanilla in case you were wondering” Cameron teased with a chummy chuckle. “You know I’m too ticklish for that shit, Cameron….and all the…the licking, what was that?!” Ferris asked with more curiosity about how he’d answer than outright judgment. “You know how some guys like boobs or a nice butt or long legs?” Cameron replied more relaxed than usual. “So you like feet…yeah, I knew that. But I didn’t know you were gonna…try to snack on mine haha” Ferris answered like he couldn’t believe he was saying it. 

“Every man has their breaking point. I’m usually pretty good at controlling myself, especially around you when you wave your feet around at me but I just couldn’t take it anymore” Cameron laid out in a moment of sincerity between the two that was somewhat rare, a moment without jokes or Ferris controlling the conversation. “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right…I guess I thought you might end up giving me a massage sometime but not tickling, especially not licking them!” Ferris pointed out, getting another laugh out of Cameron. “That’s what you get for being such a foot tease, Ferris.”