My brothers 11.5 inch feet

Disclaimer 

This story is a work of fiction, unfortunately, I might add. Tho Nate strongly represents me, both physically and mentally, this story is a work of imagination and impossible dream of mine.

I apologize in advance for my poor English and description, I hope it wont ruin the experience this story is intended to give.

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Introduction

Hello, my name is Nathen (Nate), and I'm 22 years old IT student. I'm gay, and I'm aware of my attraction towards men since I was young, and got to understand my sexuality early on. But I only fully accepted the fact that I'm gay and that it's okay to be gay when I met my first boyfriend.

I'm 5.7 foot (173cm) tall guy, with average hairy body, short hair, short and sparse beard. I have strong, hairy legs (mostly from walking and cycling) and (in my and opinions of many other guys) very beautiful feet. I looked it up on web, it seems I have, what they call, a 10.5"(size 9US, 42EU) Greek feet with medium arch.

I'm not really a social person. I prefer to hang with up to 3 people, in nature or cafes. I hate clubs and parties, crowds and loud music.

In my sexual life, I'm mostly bottom, tho I like to top smooth, twink guys who are shorter then me. I love feet...tho, unlike many other gay guys I talked too, I'm very picky and not just any feet will please me. It depends on many things, like: If I like the guy, if he turns me on, does his feet look nice to me (I prefer greek, celtic or orient types). I also hate smelly feet, I always make guys freshly wash their feet if they spent whole day in socks or shoes. They need to smell clean, have clipped and clean nails. I also hate when people have thickening of their skin or blisters...I KNOW I'M PICKY. I also love sporty white socks (also clean, freshly washed or maaaybe worn just once).

My brother Emmeth (Emm), is 28 years old, str8 guy.

My brother is 6.4 foot (196cm) tall, and unlike me, my bro is really into sports. He plays basketball and walleyball a lot during the summer, love running every morning, and goes to gym 3 times a week. He has a very muscular body, hairy chest and abs, beautifuly shaped legs and, just like me, beautiful 11.5"(size 13US, 46.5EU) Greek feet with high arches. Ahhh

He is very social, attractive, but never really interested in relationships. It seems he doesn't have that much sex either.

Our relationship

We didn't have some typical brothers relationship, we never fought, and always played together. He even used to bring me with his friends to hang out, but as I started hanging with my friend from college, I rarely go with him now. We loved to wrestle, we even do it now sometimes and we used to take baths together when we were younger.

Now, when it comes to my sexuality...well, about the time I finally figured out what were the feelings I had and when I realised that I'm gay and that it won't change (at least not before puberty? Haha), I just...told him. In one casual conversation, when he asked me about girls and if had a crush, I just simply said: Emm, I...like boys.

Now, to be honest, I was aware of how people viewed homosexuality, and I was scared. Not so much of him hating or even attacking me, as much as destroying our relationship. But...deep down I knew I could trust him...and just like that, he smiled at me and said: Ow bro, okay...nice. You sure you like them in "he's my crush, I wanna kiss him" way? And so, nothing changed between us.

Well, he never told out parents, I did, eventually. They only suspected it as I never talked about girls, but they didn't care about it, just accepted it as if I didn't say anything.

First signs

How my bro figured I'm into feet...?

Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't hard. Ever since I accepted my sexuality and started exploring sex, I always had a thing for hot photos of guys with their feet visible, and I always loved erotic foot photography. I had several hookups with guys who had foot fetish. I figured that, while I love feet, I don't like aggressive tops who just ram their feet into your face. I love when guy just casully lays down or sits and just let me have fun with his feet.

Anyway, I always loved looking at guys feet at the pool, or at the beach, as well as in the locker room in my high school. And, just like that, I would constantly look at my brothers feet around the house as well, after all, he spent most of the summer barefoot around the house. At some point, I guess he figured it out, tho he didn't mention it.

This happened when I was 18.

You see, we have 1 3seats, 1 2seats sofa and 1 armchair in our living room. Our mom would occupy the armchair, dad would lay on 3seats sofa, and my brother on 2seats sofa. So, naturally, even tho dads sofa had more room, I would rather share it with my brother. Since he loves to stretch, even tho he would make room for me, I always allow him to put his legs over my lap....aaand, that's how it started.

Every time, I'd spend more and more time looking at his legs and feet, more then TV. One time, it got really awkward. While we were watching a TV show, I placed my hands on his legs, to try and be more comfortable. Placed one hand on his lower leg, and my other hand on his feet, over his toes...and without even noticing, after some time, I was rubbing the top of his foot with my thumb. After a minute or so, I realised what I was doing and froze in place. My heart started beating faster not knowing if he noticed what just happened...and yeah, he did. He was looking straight to my eyes, grinning, then just stopped and went back to looking at the TV. I did the same.

After few seconds of not doing anything with my hand, I felt his foot move few times, as if he was telling me to keep on going...so I did.

Once the TV show was over, he stood up and went to the toilet, and I went to our room to play games. He never mentioned it after that.

Just keep teasing me

Ever since that evening on the sofa, he started teasing me with his feet more and more. Of course, the sofa thing kept on happening every now and then. And I slowly became comfortable doing, and he would just casually switch his legs, so I can rub his other foot as well. I loved it and hated at the same time.

I hated the idea that he, obviously, knows. I hated that he keeps on showing me he knows. But I LOVED it every time he touched me with his feet. You know, like, instead of waking me up with hands, shaking me a bit, he would now put his foot on my stomach, chest, shoulder or even head and shake me up and down. I would get hard every time he put it on my chest or head. Damn it..haha

We are used to getting ready for bed together, unless he is out. One would take a bath while the other does his face routine and brushes his teeth. So, now, while he's in the bathtub, he would put his feet out of the water and wiggle his toes...honestly, that was torture, and no, I could not fight the urge to watch...and he loved that he wins every time. If I was in the bathtub, he would sit on the edge of the tub, while brushing his teeth and talking about casual stuff, and cross his legs so that his soles are close to the tub, facing me...wiggling them as he talks...can you imagine that torture.

On of the more critical teases happened while we were on a picnic with his best friend Lawrence (won't go into detail about Larry, at least for this story). We played some card games and talked about many thing. While I love talking about cars, politics, and some sports, I hate football/soccer (however you name it)...which is a but ironic since I love foot...hahaha. So, I just let them talk about that crap while I lay on the blanket, enjoying the summer wind and sounds of the birds and cicadas. As minutes passed, and they moved around, somehow, my brothers foot landed right by my head. I didn't say anything, just looked at him, he returned the blank, knowing look but made no special expression on his face.

As they kept on talking about football, I started feeling his toes touch my ear, and then as he spoke to Larry he started wiggling them, grabbing my ear with them. I was shocked that he is doing that, especially with Larry around. As I felt I was about to get hard, I got up in a sitting position, and took the sandwich as an excuse. Emm just grinned and asked for a sandwich too.

But anyway, he kept on teasing me like that forever, and while it made me horny, I hated the idea of him being so aggressively teasing.

Drunk heaven

How I made love to his feet for the first time...

At the time I was 18 and he was 22. Our parents went to visit some family over the weekend, so Emm ended up inviting Larry and some girl-friends over for a game night. As the night went by, they had some drinks, tho, for some reason, my brother had a bit more then he planed.

Around 1am, girls took taxi and went home. Emm went to our room and fell asleep really fast. Larry was sleeping on the sofa. Once I finished with the bathroom, I went to my and Emms' room, and was stunned by the beautiful scene.

The room was pitch dark, and small rays of light, coming from the hallway were falling onto Emms' bed. As he moved in his sleep, he pulled the sheet up to his knees, and now, the light form the hallway fell right onto his two beautiful, big feet. My heart started to beat faster and I got hard.

I didn't know what to do. For the first time I got this unstoppable urge to see them up close, touch them, kiss them. I didn't close the door since I needed some light, but didn't want to turn on the light in the room. I kneeled down in font of his wiggling feet and was hypnotized . I slowly moved closer and felt their smell. They smelled clean, but had some sweat on them, since he didn't wash them since last night. The smell made me so horny...damn.

I went for it. I placed my nose right at the base of his toes, slowly as to not to wake him up. I LOVED IT! I stayed like that for a minute or two, not moving, just smelling. As he started to move in his sleep, he pulled one leg up, turned on his back, and the other foot was right there, in my face. I did the same thing, leaned in, and enjoyed the smell.

After a minute, I started kissing his soles from heel up. I was in love with them, it was official. After few more minutes, he moved again and this time he stretched in his bed all the way, both of his feet close to each other facing my way. After he have calmed down, I took each foot in one of my hands placed them closer to each other and buried my face between them...this time, I didn't wait for too long, I started kissing his soles from heels up, and once I reached his toes, after few inhales, I started licking them one by one, pushing my tongue between each toe, and putting 1 or 2 of them in my mouth. All while jerking off. I spent some 5 to 10 minutes like that until I came.

I have a special technique how to come and don't make any mess. Since my foreskin is really long, and goes over my cock head even when fully erect, I would close the foreskin and come in it, then just dump it in the paper or toilet.

After I finished cleaning my dick, I went straight to bed where my heart kept on beating like crazy. This time, not out of excitment, but out of fear. I was so fucking afraid...what have I done, what if he felt it, what if he was awake but didn't know what to say...I wanted to die that night, only to avoid confronting him in the morning.

When the morning came, Emm woke me up the same way he always does, he places his foot on my head and started shaking me up and down. I couldn't look at him, just told him that I'm getting up, keeping my eyes away from his. We had breakfast with Larry, and Emm drove him home.

Apparently, he had no idea I raped his feet last night.

A surprise request

As our lives kept on moving on, nothing much changed. He kept on teasing me, we both enjoyed our sofa time, and I made love to his feet few more times, only when he got really drunk. It all went on for 2 years, until he suddenly asked me for a massage…

It was a weekend in the late spring, he spent the whole day outside, playing basketball with his buddies. He came back home around 8 pm and immediately took the sower, just like our mom has taught us. He went straight to our room, to chill on his bed and relax. I was there, on our PC, playing games. PC table is in the bottom of his bed, so as he stretches in his bed, of course, his feet would be right by my side, and of course, I could‘t help but take a look from time to time. And, after about 30minutes, he called my name.

Emm: Yo, Nate. How was you day? Please tell me you didn’t spend the whole day playing games…

Me: Nope, I did not...I was in the backyard, catching some early summer sun.

Emm: Heh, You’ll have to wait for the summer a bit more bro.

Me: Sure. How was the game?

Emm: Pretty hard, they really made me and Larry go all out. Of course, we won. But I’m exhausted, and can’t feel my legs..damn.

He supporting his upper body with his elbows, looking at me...he hesitated.

Emm: Say, Nate...can I ask you for a favor?

Me: Sure, what’s up?

Emm: Would you...give me a massage...please? I wanna try the sports cream mom bought for me, you could use it. I can’t feel my legs or feet, it might help me?

This request took my by surprise, I got goosebumps all over my body. I paused for a moment...I’d get the chance to touch his feet, for a long period of time...damn, I had to use this opportunity.

Me: Am, yeah...sure. But then I get the back massage, I could use one.

Emm: Sure!! No problem….tnx bro.

He gave me the sports cream from the shelf above his head and moved from laying on his bad to sitting, leaning on the wall at the top of his bed. And right away, he started teasing me. He took both of his legs under their knees and raised them, wiggling them at me, while grinning at me with closed eyes saying: Thank you lil broo!!

I was really excited and nervous and the same time. It‘s not the first time I‘m so close to his feet, but he actually asked me to give him a foot massage, and he had that same grin on his face, like the time I unconsciously rubbed the top of his feet on the sofa.

Anyway, I took some of the cream in my hands and rubbed it in my hands few times.

I sat at the bottom of his bed, in Sukhasana pose, and placed a towel on my lap. He put one leg in my lap and the other kept bent close to him.

He kept on wiggling his feet in my lap, and I just smirked at him. I took his feet in my hands and got an instant boner, good thing it was hidden under the towel. I started by gently putting cream all over his foot, and sole. I started from his fingers, took my time to rub each finger and between them, making sure that to firmly rub and pull each and every toe. He loved it. Closed his eyes and exhaled.

Emm: Dayum bro, I knew you‘d be good at this. Keep going.

Me: Sure, sure...shut up.

After I finished with his toes, I started rubbing the rest of his sole and top of the foot with long and firm strokes. He enjoyed it quite a lot.

The other foot went by more or less the same.

After I finished with his other foot, he asked me to massage his calf as well. He gave me his first leg again, and I started rubbing his muscular, hairy calf. It turned me on a lot.

When that was done, he looked in me the eyes, grinned and all of a sudden, grabbed my face with both of his creamy feet and rubbed it few times, before I was able to move away. My face was covered in sport cream from his feet...but it turned me on SOO MUCH, tho I went to wash my face in the bathroom.

He of course gave me the back massage I asked for, while sitting on my butt.

After that, it became a regular thing...I would massage his feet and calf after a basketball game, and he would massage my back in return.

Of course, I would still use every opportunity, when he falls asleep drunk, to abuse his feet, lick and suck them. I get carried away doing that, so much that I didn't notice his friend Larry was watching the whole time…

But that‘s the story for another time.