“This shit doesn’t make any sense” Ethan spouted in frustration, tossing his pencil on the desk and relaxing onto the back of his chair as his arms folded behind his head. “Haha, I’ll admit it’s confusing but you’re getting there. It took me a while too but once I got it, it stuck” I explained, trying to sound like an encouraging adult as if I wasn’t only a few years older than him. “But you’re like a genius or something, man” “I’m a genius because I understand algebra?” “You know what I mean” “I just get numbers…not everybody does, different people are better at different things. But it just so happens that you need to be good at them enough to get into Math 103 in the fall” I tried to reason. “Maybe college is overrated. Jason’s starting a band and he said I could be the drummer…” the 19 year old added with playful eyebrows. “Well until you guys are the next Fall Out Boy, drum on the weekends and go to school in the meantime” I negotiated. “Ugh…I guess” Ethan obliged, leaning back toward the desk and working on the next equation.

I’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks at this point and we were getting along great to my surprise; we wouldn’t have really hung out in high school but I think he figured I was the best kind of tutor he could’ve gotten on short notice. I lived down the street from him so I knew who he was and he had a bit of a reputation as a troublemaker but seemed to have calmed down in recent years while still retaining a mild anti-authority attitude. The money wasn’t bad and I tend to be generous in nature, however it was Ethan that kept me so dedicated to his progress; more specifically his feet. I was good at hiding how interested I was in them but just sitting there next to him in his room, I could smell the cheesy aroma floating up from his Vans. He didn’t like to wear socks with them so all the sweat he’d worked up skateboarding earlier that day had saturated feet like a marinated steak. I hadn’t actually laid eyes on them yet other than his rosy heel every time he played with his shoes during our sessions but I could almost taste them in my mouth, the salty tinge of Ethan’s 19 yr. old soles all over my tongue.

“Is this right?” he asked, looking up at me. “Let’s see…almost. You got 18 but it’s supposed to be 15” “Shit!” “It’s alright, I think you just did one step in the wrong order. Wanna try the next one?” I suggested, seeing how frustrated Ethan was. “I gotta take a break, man” he replied, getting up from the desk and flopping down on his bed. I heard him sigh while I checked his work for what tripped him up then turned around to see him shoving off one of his shoes with the tip of the other, my eyes watching the black Van fall to the ground before returning up to see a radiant, fleshy pink sole facing me. I felt my heart rate spike and my muscles tense as the second shoe was pried off, leaving a pair of damp skater feet I had fantasized about getting a glimpse of. Fuck me! I couldn’t believe what was happening but with every wiggle of his juicy toes I was reminded how real it was. It was like time slowed down as he scrolled through his phone, the seconds after stripping his feet allowing me to really study them, his heels supple like ripe peaches, the way his low arches perfectly curved like paintbrush strokes, and how the bright pink balls led my gaze to his bubbly toes so plump you’d swear they were filled with something sweet and delicious.

I’d never felt so stunned in my life but I managed to take out my phone, switch the sound off, and snap a few pictures of the glorious feet the universe had gifted me. “Hey, Josh. Have you seen this video? Haha, it’s hilarious” Ethan suddenly asked, popping off his stomach and showing me the funny video on his phone. I watched with false focus at the viral video I’d seen 100 times by then, “Hahaha oh my God...they need their own show” I commented. “Yeah, I know right? So dope. Oh shit haha, my feet smell fuckin rank, dude” he laughed as the unique aroma of skater boy sweat found its way to his own nose, picking up his foot to get a closer sniff. “Damn! Haha, get a whiff of that” he said, shoving his naked foot near my face before I could fake what I thought would be a normal reaction. “Oh! You weren’t kidding” I responded through the nervous laughter before he pulled it away. “Hope that didn’t gross you out too much, bro” he added before sitting back down on his bed. “Haha…no, you’re good” I forced out, trying to seem calm as if my heart wasn’t pounding from adrenaline. “I know some people don’t like feet for whatever reason but I'm pretty neutral. I just don’t go barefoot very much…plus my dad likes to mess with mine” Ethan explained rather casually.

Holy shit. I could feel my nerves going prickly from the topic that he clearly found trivial but had me on edge with every passing minute. “What do you mean?” I asked with a giggle I tried to match and with his level of relaxation. “Sometimes if I’m sitting on the couch with my feet out he’ll come by and clamp onto my big toe and just wiggle my whole foot haha…and sometimes he holds my ankle so I can’t get away and tickles my foot. That shit fucking kills me, man haha” Ethan elaborated with a laugh at the thought of it, looking down at his feet dangling off the end of the bed as if he could feel the fingers on his bare soles. My whole body was stiff with anxiety like petrified wood in my veins but guys talking about feet/tickling so nonchalantly always paralyzed me. I always tried desperately to act just as cool as I could in an effort to avoid suspicion that I was deeply invested in the objectively insignificant subject. 

“Yeah I bet that is bad…so you never wear flip flops or slides?” I pried even further, testing my luck. “Nah…slides with socks but not barefoot…I can’t even say I know why, I just don’t” he admitted. “My feet are probably too ugly to show them off in public anyway haha” he joked. “No way” I answered without thinking, immediately regretting my quick reply. “Really? Hmm…maybe” he replied, putting his bare foot up in the air to analyze it more, flexing his flawless toes and driving me further up the wall. I figured he was subconsciously foot shy, unlike guys who knew they didn't like showing their feet around others; he couldn't pinpoint a reason for hiding them other than not finding them pretty and that fascinated me. 

“Well, I should probably get going…my mom’s cooking spaghetti tonight and I told her I’d be on time for dinner today” I announced rather out of the blue, standing up from the desk chair before I could say anything else that would give me away. “Oh, ok, man. I’ll catch ya later” he added with a hand sign that I wasn’t hip enough to understand. “See ya. Make sure to practice the equations” I said before walking out of the room and toward the front door of his house, the image of his gorgeous feet hanging off the bed and his toes teasing each other burned into my mind as I walked to my house. 

That night after dinner I looked at the pictures I’d secretly taken of Ethan’s feet and was impressed with how good they turned out; you could see every inch of both size 10s clearly, they’re beauty captured on my screen as if he'd posed for the camera. I had a Tumblr page at the time dedicated to hot male feet that allowed me to indulge in my desires in a way and I posted the candid photos with the caption ‘forbidden fruit’, proud of my accomplishment. I remember falling to sleep that night thinking about Ethan and his dreamy feet. He was a cute, virtually carefree guy and although I wasn't attracted to him, what he kept concealed in his shoes 99% of the time had seriously bewitched me. I woke up to see the Tumblr post had garnered nearly 100 notes overnight and realized I wasn’t the only one who thought Ethan’s feet were worthy of more attention.

Later that day Ethan and I had a scheduled tutoring session at 4 and I walked down the street to his house with a bounce in my step like I’d found abandoned money on the sidewalk. Part of me felt weird about taking secret pictures of his feet but when he took off his shoes and I saw them for the first time, something came over me and all reason went out the window as desire took control of the logical part of my mind. I can’t say I regretted taking them but when I was sitting back in Ethan’s room that day it was like I had a secret, a private treasure all my own. I was actually impressed with how normal I behaved during the tutoring session, sitting next to Ethan at his desk like I hadn’t cherished every second of his bare feet so intensely that I photographed them without his knowledge and shared it to the online world. 

“Man…my head’s starting to hurt from all this math” Ethan interrupted the silence of him working on the problems after about an hour. “Well, let’s take a break. You’re doing better today” I added as he flopped down on his bed again just like the day before. He was sporting a pair of red Vans today, again with no socks and my gut began to stir with the hope that he would bless my eyes with another first-class view of his bare feet.

A few minutes passed as I subtly watched Ethan relaxing on his elbows, leaning back facing me this time while he focused on his phone. “Hey, man…you think you could take off my shoes for me?” Ethan asked with a yawn as he looked back in my direction. I felt my heart drop. “…what? Are you being serious?” “Yeah, I’m kind of sore…I fell off my board this morning and it’s easier if I just don’t stretch too much” he explained as my blood pressure mounted at the request. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not about his excuse but I stood up and walked closer to the bed, reaching down to grip the heel of one shoe, Ethan eyeing me the whole time. I pulled it off with a single tug, trying to keep my hands from shaking with nerves. “Yeah…that feels better. One more…” he said, dangling the sneakered-foot toward me as the familiar, savory smell hit my nose. 

I took the other shoe and yanked it swiftly to try and avoid him noticing my anxious disposition. The moment the second Van was off I returned to my seat and tried to not seem shaken by the impromptu shoe strip but my head was spinning and my body frigid. “Damn…haha that’s such a good feeling...your toes free to move around and spread out” Ethan said as he looked down at his toes fanning out at the end of his bed, the air running through them. What the hell was he doing? I just saw him barefoot for the first time the day before after weeks of tutoring and he talked about how he always wore shoes or socks and now he was getting me to take his shoes off and flexing his feet in my face??

“What do you think about them, Josh?” “About what?” “My feet?” he asked with both of them on display like a new car in a showroom. “I don’t know, man…they’re fine I guess” I spit out before I could trip over my words, trying to look anywhere but in his direction. “Fine huh? How fine…?” “Just fine, man” “I wonder how they taste?” I felt my body cringe and my breathing grow even shallower at the bizarre comment. “You wanna find out?” “What?? You’re crazy, man” I tried to laugh off. “Maybe haha…I would enjoy a massage though” Ethan suggested. “Don’t look at me, I’m only here to tutor you” I grinned nervously. Did he know about the pictures? The Tumblr post?? Why was he acting so peculiar? 

“My parents are paying you, aren’t they? I’m sure they’d be willing to throw in a little extra if you helped me relax…I’d probably be able to concentrate more if I’m looser” Ethan insisted, out of character for him; I’d never seen him so pushy. I desperately wanted to give into his request and dig into those succulent feet, to bury my face in the warmth of both soles, but I didn’t want to give myself away…he was onto me. That's part of what got me so bad the day before; they were basically untouchable to me as his tutor. He was just the latest in a long line of guys with sexy feet I'd wanted to get my hands on but knew that I couldn't, resigned to fantasizing about them from afar.

“Maybe I should head out…we’ll pick back up later” I said, getting my things together and walking toward the door. “I know, Josh…” I stopped in my tracks before reaching the door. “Know what?” “I may not be good at math but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid…you should really turn your location off when you post online” Ethan added as I turned toward him, my body almost shivering with fear; nobody knew about my fetish – not a soul, let alone somebody whose feet I’d lusted after so hard. “Ethan…I don’t know what you’re talking about” “Come on, Josh…take a whiff…or a lick…get a taste of that forbidden fruit” he invited, staring at me with a piercing yet non-threatening look while his toes wiggled at the foot of the bed like they were waiting on me. I’d been caught. There was nothing I could do to save face or excuse what I’d done; I’d never been so mentally directionless. “Ethan…I…” “It’s cool, man…but if you wanted a picture you should've asked” he added with a smirk. I didn’t know what to say or what his game was so I just dropped my stuff right there on the floor and made my way to his luscious bare feet. I took both of them in my hands and dove in face first, embracing the buttery soles as they wrinkled on my cheeks. The tangy smell was so strong that it became sweet, like expensive cheese making my mouth water for more.

I released all my usual inhibitions in that moment, letting my tongue reach out and lick up the middle of his right sole slowly; it was fucking heaven. His foot was smooth and cozy like your favorite winter guilty pleasure, the essence of Ethan’s salty flesh drenching my taste buds every time I returned to the rich treat. “How is it?” “…perfect” was all I said, too distracted by the overwhelming indulgence to give a better answer. Ethan giggled at my response and continued bubbling with light laughter behind his lips, biting the bottom one to conceal how much it was tickling him. I knew I shouldn’t be worshiping him; I was his tutor but I’d never been so overcome by a situation. It was like I couldn’t control myself once he gave me the green light to enjoy his feet and the satisfaction of the whole thing was overshadowing my guilt; it was too much to fight. I was so surprised he didn’t freak out about what I’d done. Most guys his age or with his personality would’ve but he seemed to welcome the attention and I was too caught up to question it.

I slipped my lips past his big toe until the whole thing was in my mouth like a jawbreaker. I massaged it with my tongue and sucked every ounce of Ethan’s juices out of the plush toe that I could. “Ahahhey! I didn’t sAhHay you could tiiAhaccklee mEE!” he pointed out with a quick pull back out my mouth, a charming smile on his face from laughing. “Sorry…you are pretty sensitive, huh?” I teased as he eased the precious beauty back toward me. “Don’t tell anybody or I’ll kick your ass” he replied with a forced attempt at intimidation I knew wasn't as hard as he aimed to perpetuate. I couldn’t help but giggle at him trying to redeem a sense of his rebellious persona before returning to his feet, the same pair I’d viewed as off limits now presented for my enjoyment. 

I took hold of the other one and at first it looked like his foot would melt right through my fingers, so lush and soft that any pressure made an impression. However, it stayed right in my grip as I slipped my tongue between two of his dazzling toes. I made sure to move with a gentleness to avoid tickling him despite how much I wanted to test that out, slithering patiently through the warm crevices that tasted like the inside of his canvas shoes. I could hear Ethan moan lightly under his breath as if he didn’t want me to hear but I could tell he was enjoying this too. “How does that feel?” I asked, looking up from the delectable foot to make eye contact. “…haha really good actually…it’s like a massage but better…it’s fucking dope” he answered, laughing between his words as if he couldn’t believe he was saying them.

I smiled at his surprised delight and delved back into the sea of velvet flesh. I started running my tongue along the set of toes, coating each of the adorable digits until they were wet and shiny. I swear I could feel every groove of his skin on my tongue as I moved to caress the balls of that foot, lathering the brilliant, taffy-pink section passionately as Ethan let out a louder moan than before. “…I gotta say I was pissed when I saw my feet online…I figured out it must’ve been you…I was gonna confront you today but then I started thinking…my feet must be pretty nice to get all those notes haha…so I decided to fuck with you about it and it was fun watching you squirm but this…this is so much better” Ethan admitted with a pleasured smile on his face as I slithered my flattened tongue from his baby soft heel, along his low, decadent arch until I was swimming along the undersides of his amazing toes, so luxuriously pleasing to the touch that they could be insured like a priceless diamond. “I’ve been waiting to see them since we started our sessions…so yesterday when you took your shoes off it was almost too much…I had to get a picture of them in case it was the last time…I know it’s a bit weird” I confessed before I started softly sucking each toe one by one from the smallest all the way down the line.

“Yeah it is a little weird haha…but if I knew I could’ve had this…I would’ve shown them off way before yesterday…oOooaooAoohhhfuuuck…” he added with another higher pitched moan of ticklish ecstasy as I grazed my teeth along the almost malleable flesh of his big toe. I looked up with my mouth still on his foot to see a tent sprouting in his camo shorts and couldn’t help but be proud of my efforts while also wondering how long he could resist tending to such heated excitement. I was fighting to contain my own arousal during the intense scene but I imagined Ethan would have less self-control than me. He wasn’t your average fuck-boy asshole dummy like his friends, he proved that by not flipping out on me about the post; he was more mature than them but not many guys could resist taking care of such a stubborn boner, especially while having their toes sucked and their grade-A feet cleaned.  “Josh…man, you gotta…I can’t…I’m gonna…” Ethan tried to say, not able to utter a cohesive phrase with the intensity of his erection inching closer and closer.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door followed by “Hey, Ethan, supper’s about ready” got both of our attention. I recognized the voice as his dad. Both of us moved like the wind until he was sitting on the edge of his bed and I had the algebra book in my hands reading a section to him from the floor. “You guys still working hard in here?” the older man asked. “Yeah, dad. I’ll be down in a minute, we’re almost done” Ethan assured. “Alright…why’s your face so flushed? Do you have a fever or something?” “Oh, no…I was uhh” “He was showing me the best way to do a push up…I’m looking to get in better shape” I spat out to save his story. “Yeah!” Ethan chimed in. “Ok…well, Josh you’re more than welcome to say and eat if you like” “Thanks but I think my parents are expecting me at home soon” “Maybe next time” his dad concluded with a smile before shutting the door back and leaving us alone. 

“Holy...shit...” Ethan let out as he fell back onto his bed with a sigh of relief, those intoxicating feet now just dangling beside me. “What now?” I asked, standing up to see his premature volcano simmering back down. “If I don’t get down stairs soon he’ll just come back” Ethan explained as if he wished we could continue. “Yeah, I should probably go. This was…” I started, trying to find the right words. “We still on for our session tomorrow? Chapter 8 right?” he proposed with a smirk I couldn’t make heads or tails of.
“Yeah…tomorrow” I replied, doing my best to read between the lines. “See ya then, man” Ethan added before rolling on his stomach to reach his phone charging on his nightstand, bending his knees as his yummy bare feet played with each other in the air above him casually with his attention on the phone, knowing full well I hadn’t left the room. What a fucking tease.