Diary Of A Foot Slut
Entry #1
(Posted on Sunday, January 7, 2001)
This story was submitted by Alice T.

So a lot of weird shit has happened to me recently. I mean with graduation coming up and all, it's not like I don't have enough pressure on me. And then there's college next Fall. There's been plenty on my mind as of late. Heather says I should start a journal. I figure what the heck. I might as well talk to a computer. Besides, there are some things you just can't talk about with anyone. Even my best friend Trisha is clueless about the shit that's happened since the school year started.

Trisha! Of all people! I've known her since I was what, like 2? Anyways, it's still kind of weird talking about this, but as my soccer coach used to say, “Be not half-assed, Alice, or I'll boot your half ass off this field.” Here goes...

At the beginning of the semester we were all pretty psyched that it's finally our last year. Trish, Heather, and I decided to have a little slumber party at Trish's house for old times sake. I think we were trying to flash back to 8th grade or something because we all became very childlike. I figure it's nostalgia or something. Even though we were happy, in the back of our minds we knew that we were all leaving next year.

So we get to Trish's house at about 8, armed to the teeth with the necessities of a sleepover - a stockpile of junk food and a good movie (in this case Cruel Intentions --- Ryan Philippe *swoon*). The first item of business was to get very comfortable and lazy, paint our nails while intoxicating ourselves with junk food, then watch the movie and collectively fall asleep before the ending. This is the usual schedule.

As part of the brilliant flashback idea, we all decided to sport our most “8th grade” pajamas. Trish and Heather wore their matching Winnie the Pooh series pajama top and bottoms (Trish had Tigger and Heather had Pooh). Of course I had to be the oddball and wear my South Park jams. I was the only one who had shorts; the other two had pant bottoms. Since I hadn't worn them since sophomore year, I guess you could say I sort of “filled them out.” So it felt like I was just wearing small boxers.

It was no biggy until Heather warned me about Steve. “Better watch out Alice. Steve's quite the foot man."

Steve is Trish's brother. Stepbrother actually. When her mom remarried about 5 years ago, Steve was brought into the picture. Oddly enough he wasn't the older or younger stepbrother, but the same age as Trish and us. So, he too would be graduating after this year. Steve was like all brothers – weird. He was usually quiet and kept to himself. The majority of his time was spent playing videogames and on the computer. Anyway, when Heather said this, they both busted out laughing.

“I don’t get it, what’s the joke?” I asked.

“You mean Heather didn’t tell you?” Trish replied, “go ahead, tell her what happened.”

“Well, last week Trish and I came over here after dance troupe. No one was home except Steve, stuck at that Playstation as usual. We both go upstairs to change. After that, we went downstairs to grab a bite to eat. We were in the kitchen when we noticed that it was awfully quiet in the living room. We didn’t hear the usual beeps and crashes from the TV. Trish figured that weird boy retired to his room to do whatever it is he does when he’s actually away from the TV. I ran back upstairs to grab my brush out of my bag when I noticed that Trish’s door was nearly closed, but open just a crack.”

“I peeked through and you wouldn’t believe what I saw. There was Steve standing over my bag with my sweaty sock pressed up to his face and his other hand in his pants! I couldn’t believe it! I made a noise like I was clearing my throat and, damn, did he move fast! He dropped my sock and hauled out of the room. On the way out as he was bright red I asked him, “can I help you find something Steve-O?” He kept on moving towards his room and mumbled something about finding a one of his controllers.”

“You have to be shitting me! Steve? A sock sniffer?” I said.

We all just died laughing. It was actually pretty funny. I didn’t tell them,
but I thought it was kind of interesting that a guy could get kicks from doing that. We figured it was some weird thing he picked up from SKINemax or Real Sex or something. At this point we realized that we shouldn’t talk so loud about him considering that he was downstairs. We all tromped down to the living room where Steve was earnestly paying attention to his game like he was trying not to notice us. We kicked him off the TV and said that we claimed it for the rest of the night.

Surprisingly he didn’t leave the room. He went over to the computer on the other side of the living room. We then set up the sleeping arrangements. I would get the couch. Heather would get the other smaller couch. And Trish would take the floor with her sleeping bag. I plopped down on the couch and up to this point had forgotten about being all self conscious about showing my skin beneath the waist. I draped one of my legs off the arm and that’s when I noticed Steve peering over at me from the other side of the room. As if he couldn’t be more obvious, he kept on stealing glances over at me. Actually not at me, my feet! He just sat over there all quiet and nervous, fumbling with the keyboard.

I decided to mess with him a little. Since the arm of the couch was facing in his direction, I propped my foot up on it and started painting my toenails. My foot was in clear view of him and I just nonchalantly painted each toe. I even massaged my foot a couple of times. He seemed to really dig that! At this point we were all painting our toes. Trish and Heather were in some deep conversation about how much of an asshole our chemistry teacher is.

I looked up and realized that Steve had left the room. Oh well, enough fun teasing the poor kid. We put on the movie and just vegged out. We chomped on candy and chips until one by one each of us crashed. The next thing I knew, I was waking up. It wasn’t morning yet because it was still very dark. The only thing lighting the room was the blank blue screen from the TV after the movie had stopped and a small lamp by the computer.

There was a reason I woke up though. I heard a noise that sounded like slapping. I think you can figure out what it was. Steve was at the edge of the love seat by Heather with his pants down half way and he was beating off. Now I’ve seen it in movies and I’ve even done it for some guys, but I’ve never seen a guy work himself like this. Heather was on her stomach with her feet hanging off the arm of the couch. This whole thing was turning me on. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not attracted to Steve at all. But I watched him fix his gaze on heather’s feet. It was like he was in a trance.

I could see his stroking hand get a little wet from his pre cum. I was on my side and under a blanket so he couldn't really tell that I was moving. I slid my hand down my shorts. I was really moist. God I can’t believe I’m actually writing about this. I started diddling myself as I watched him. At one point he even rubbed the head of his dick on the sole of her foot. I heard him start to breath a little different. That’s when it happened. He started squirting think gobs of his cum onto heather’s feet.

I’ve never seen cum squirt out like that before, not even in the movies. He pumped 4 or 5 squirts of his stuff onto her sole and onto the underside of her toes. As I watched this gooey mess dribble down her feet, I started to cum myself. I didn’t want to blow my cover though, so I quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts and turned the other way as if I was just shifting in my sleep. This kind of caught his attention I guess. He pulled up his pants and started moving towards me. I started getting nervous. “What should I do?” I thought to myself.

He was looking at me. My eyes were only half closed, but he couldn’t tell that I could see him. He reached down by my bag on the floor and grabbed one of my socks. Then he left the room. I stared at the semen all over Heather’s feet. I slipped my finger inside of me and made myself cum. Then I went to sleep.

In the morning when I woke up, Trish was still asleep on the floor. Heather must have gotten up to brush her teeth. I guess she didn’t notice the mess on her feet. Then I saw that she had unconsciously wiped her feet clean on the couch where I noticed crusty stain smears. I noticed that both my socks were back on top of my bag just as I had dropped them on there after I had taken them off. One of them was kind of wrinkled and looked a little different.

When it was my turn for the bathroom, I brought my socks and bag in with me. I examined that sock that Steve had taken. The normally white sock was dirty from it’s usual wear and tear. The heels and toes were a little darker than the rest from me walking around everywhere. Then I noticed the toe area. It was very damp. I touched it and it was actually warm! Steve must have kept it all night until shortly before we woke up when he decided to do his ‘thing.’ I lifted the wet spot to smell it. That musty smell of my sweaty foot and his semen made me so excited. I took the sock and put it on my foot. I felt the warm stuff ooze between my toes. I masturbated right there.

This is how it started. A lot of other stuff has happened since that first time and it’s opened up a whole new world for me. I’ve been trying to find out more about this ‘fetish’ on the Internet and I think I’ve learned a lot. If any of you want to hear more about some other ‘stuff’ like this that’s happened, please let me know. Toodles.

Alice