I think this was in my Junior year of high school. So I was sixteen at the time. This is another foot experience of mine. There were three separate instances where I was able to smell this guy Wyatt's feet. He was a guy the same age as me in the same grade. Except we was over six feet tall. Not fat, but BIG, like if I made an enemy of him he could crush me in an instant...hmm now that you mention it that doesn't sound that bad at all. Not to be mean, and I definitely have nothing against people like him, but he was also on the Autistic spectrum somewhat. So a lot of the things he did, even if you told him to stop, even if it was socially unacceptable, he would still do it cuz he thought it was fun or funny. Which was no problem to me!!
First time was during fourth hour, a history class. He sat to my left. I never really gave much thought to his feet before. We were class friends, meaning we didn't hang at recess much or see each other outside of school, but he was one of the people I talked to in class the most. The teacher had put on a video for us to watch, and it was boooooooooring, so I put my head down to try and fall asleep.
I was facing Wyatt's direction but my eyes were closed. I drowned out the sound around me to try and get some form of sleep before class ended. And then a weird smell invaded my nostrils. It wasn't strong at first, but it slowly got more potent like it was closing in on me. I sniffed involuntarily. The odor was unmistakable. Normal people would have jerked their heads away in disgust. But me, I stayed still, motionless, eyes still closed, sniffing the strange scent. That's right.
Wyatt had his shoe pressed against my nose. I could feel the warmth coming out of the shoe since he had just taken it off. And it was a big one, size 13 or 14 USA size. I couldn't think of why he was doing this other to be funny. And apparently it was funny. I heard a few snickers behind us, meaning people were watching. I was terrified, I was embarassed, but I would have been more embarassed if I "woke up" and caused a scene by pretending to hate it. So I kept acting like I was asleep.
"Blake, hey Blaaaake," I heard him whisper to me, trying to wake me up. "You smell that? How you like that smell?" I breathed in the toxic odor, trying not to make it obvious. It smelled like he had worn these shoes for a long time. "Wow, even my stinky shoe can't wake him up." He talked as if he didn't really care what other people thought, he was being gross just to be gross and for his own enjoyment. This is why I was friends with him.
I felt a hand against my back, and I figured I might as well wake up. So I opened my eyes, pretending to be really tired, even though his smelly shoe was like a drug that kept me wide awake. "What are you doing?" I ask, and push his shoe away slowly. I looked down. He had taken his right shoe off. It was a huge blue Nike tennis shoe. The person behind me had patted me on the back to wake me up so I could be aware of what was happening to me. He and the others who watched had no idea I really wanted it to keep happening, but I guess I had chickened out since we had an audience.
It seemed like forever, but really, all that happened maybe for five minutes.
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The second instance was months later. Yes, I mean it, MONTHS. It had just finished storming. The sky had started to clear up, but the powerful storm already left its mark. Living in one of the southern states, we get so much rain during bad weather that it floods. There was so much water that most people had to take their socks and shoes off walking outside to their classes so their shoes and socks wouldn't get completely soaked. it was at least ankle deep.
When lunch time came around, I made my way to the bench near the back building, sloshing through the water barefoot with my shoes and socks in one hand. I got to the bench and sat down. Wyatt was actually sitting nearby, a few feet away from me. I saw that he too was barefoot. Those things were MASSIVE. It was pretty funny watching him ring out his socks that had gotten soaked. He saw that i was sitting there, stood up, made his way over to me, and *WHOP*!
He SLAPPED me in the face with his wet sock. Yes, it hurt, but I kinda enjoyed having his wet sock against my skin for that moment. I could somehow smell it...maybe it was the type of socks he was wearing, or maybe it was because his feet just stink THAT BAD, but the socks smelled WORSE, like, PUTRID, as in I wasn't sure if I could even HANDLE them the way they were, they stunk so bad being soaked like that.
And I got to smell them for a few seconds more, he pressed the wet socks against my nose and rubbed them back and forth, digging the smell into my skin. "Ahh, that's right, smelllll iiiiitttt," he mocked me as he did it. Did talking like this just come natural to him!? Sadly after ten short seconds (that felt like an eternity) he stopped, laughed, and walked away.
I think my face still reeked of feet after.
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This was the last instance of getting to smell Wyatt's feet that I can remember. It was during one of the final exams of the year. Me and Wyatt just so happened to be in the same computer lab. So we sat next to each other as I wasn't really friends and didn't know many of the other people in the room. After me and him both finished our last questions on the computer and submitted our answers, we whispered to each other for a while.
I slipped outta my shoes. One, my feet were killing me, two, the cold air felt amazing on my sweat-soaked socked feet, and three, I was curious about what he would say or do about that.
"So we're taking off our shoes now?" he said, maybe a little too happy about that. "Sweet!" And a little too loud. But nobody paid attention. He kicked his own shoes off, and INSTANTLY put them in my lap. Like, he HAD to have planned that or came up with that on the spot, not even a full second after his shoes came off he already had them on my lap.
I stared at his big feet in his dirty white socks. I could smell them down there as if they were up against my face, his feet stunk THAT strongly! They looked filthy. I wonder when the last time he washed his socks was.
"Ahhh, much better," he said, flexing and wiggling his toes. "Can you give me a foot massage?"
I was almost speechless. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to decline his offer, but I also didn't want to seem too eager. I looked around the room, seeing if anyone was watching. Nobody was. Just in case, I scooted closer to the table with his feet still on my lap, so I wasn't so out in the open, and I put my hands on his left foot.
"Fine," I said trying to sound mad and disgusted about touching his nasty feet. My thumbs pressed into his soles, and they got SOAKED in sweat. Those socks felt like I could take them and squeeze a gallon of sweat out of them. I alternated between one foot and the next, eventually settling on using one hand on each foot and massaging them both together.
Wyatt was enjoying it. He sunk down in his seat so he could stretch his legs out further, and with his right foot he put his toes RIGHT on my nose. Not wanting to make a scene I just sat there and took it until he released me, taking a bunch of long but silent whiffs of course. He sat up straight and put his feet on my lap again for me to massage. And that went on till we had to leave. They gave us 1 hour and 30 minutes to take this particular exam, and we both finished around 45 minutes till, so I was massaging and getting to smell his feet the rest of the time.
"Thanks, bud," he told me as he put his shoes on and we headed out the door.
"No probelm," I said with a small smile. "Wyatt, your feet are DISGUSTING, by the way."
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I'm really sorry this story wasn't longer, and that it took so long to upload, and that I still haven't posted another chapter of my fictional story, but this memory has been eating at me in the back of my mind and I needed to posted it really quick. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
