By Vic
When I was in military service about 10 years ago, I had a barracks mate who had absolutely fucking gorgeous, masculine size 11.5 feet. He was a tall Tennessee boy, with a rep for being someone you don’t want to piss off, and he knocked off the female fluff regularly.
Most guys were leery of Rick, who could be real aggressive if he got teed off. Anyway, he worked swings, and he’d come back to our shared barracks room in the morning about 30 minutes before I would head to the chow hall for breakfast, and usually I was in the shower when he’d come back to the room from working all night.
One morning I dried myself off and went into the room to dress, and Rick was naked in his bunk (lower) jacking himself off by humping the mattress. His big, wide, meaty feet drew my eyes like a magnet. He froze when I sauntered into the room and caught him humping his bed. I said something like “Getting off, huh?” in a teasing, relaxed way, and he grinned and said he was. Then he swore and remarked he’d been “that close” to shooting, and he asked me if I’d mind if he finished himself off. I shrugged and told him to go for it. I sat down in the arm chair at the end of the bunk bed to pull on my socks (which gave me a close vantage point to look at Rick’s big soles as he returned to bed-humping).
Don’t know if my being there was responsible or not, but he seemed to have trouble going over the top–and he started swearing in frustration. I spoke up and asked him what was the matter. He said it was too bad I wasn’t some big-titted WAV who could help him out. Screwing my courage to the sticking point, I laughed and told him to pretend I was one of his bimbos and to just keeping doing what he was doing and I’d help him out. He mumbled “OK”, and went back to thrusting his cock against the bed. As he did that, I reached over and began tickling Rick’s crinkled arches. He let out a whoop of startled laughter (I jumped a foot!), but he didn’t tell me to stop. So I kept tickling his wiggling bare soles and toes, and within maybe 20 seconds, he exposed in a big orgasm.
Nervous, I got up, put on my uniform, and left for breakfast, and Rick was just lying there face down on his bunk, breathing hard. I didn’t see him again until the next morning, when he returned from his shift. I was already just about finished dressing, and he stripped down (he always slept naked) and then sat on his bunk just looking at me. I glanced over at his big feet. He saw me looking at them, and he grinned at me. “You like lookin’ at my big feet?” he asked in a teasing way. I flushed red as hell and didn’t know what to say. “If you’ve got a few minutes,” he spoke up, “how about tickling my feet again and helping me cum?”
I just looked at him mutely and nodded okay. He winked at me and moved his hands so I saw that he was already sporting a real big woody. Then he stretched himself out face down on his bunk, with his feet sticking over the end of it (he was about six-foot-three). Wordlessly I sat down in the arm chair, and Rick’s bare soles were practically in my lap. I leaned down and sneaked in a big whiff of them, and the aroma of foot sweat and boot leather they gave off got me hard instantly. “Don’t be shy,” he suddenly called out to me. “I’m ticklish as hell, but I like it.” So I felt bolder, and I began to tickle his soles, using more pressure this time. Rick began thrusting his hips against the bed as I tickled him, and the laughter just boiled out of him. I began to really get into it, and I started scraping his arches and the balls of his feet with my fingernails. That treatment made him start thrusting more frantically, and between peels of laughter, he started calling out: “Oh, shit! Oh, my god!” As I tickle tortured my buddy’s feet, he’d jerk them away from me, but he always returned them to me so I could tickle him some more. He exploded into another huge orgasm finally. (I’d already shot my load in my pants.) I jumped up, grabbed a clean pair of boxers out of my drawer, and went into the bathroom to change underwear.
When I came back, Rick was sitting in the arm chair, still naked, calmly smoking a cig. I asked him if he was okay, and he said he was “great!” He went on to say he couldn’t get over how much the tickling got to him and how powerful it made his orgasms. He asked me if I’d ever done this with any other guys, and I lied and said I hadn’t. He next asked me if his foot odor bothered me, and I replied, truthfully, that I liked it. I don’t remember everything we said next, but the long and the short of it was that Rick made a deal with me; we’d keep it strictly between him and me of course, but he said I could from then on play with, sniff, and tickle his feet if I’d agree to tickle him to more of those “hot fucking orgasms”. I agreed on the spot. Who wouldn’t? And until he went to a new duty station for pilot training several months later, we both kept to our bargain.
Eventually I began tying Rick down when we played–at first just his ankles, but finally his wrists, too. My Tennessee warrior was extremely ticklish all over his body, and the harder I tickled him, the more intense his orgasms were. When I eventually began tickling and stroking his erection when we played, he fucking went crazy with sheer lust. So did I! Rick moved on to another air base, and so did I–but we stayed in touch with one another, even after we both finished our enlistment. And a couple times a year we still get together. He is married with kids now, but for some reason he still loves to get together with me and play our tickle J/O games. He’s a great guy.