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Just Us Guys - Chapter 2: Jake’s Smelly Football Feet
Over the next few days dad didn’t mention anything about me rubbing his feet or even ask for me to rub them again. I’m not sure why but each time I saw him with his feet up on the recliner or couch I couldn’t help but stare at them. There was something about those big powerful feet of his that drew me towards them.
One evening I was home with dad, him sitting on the recliner while I sat on the lounge as we watched TV. My younger brother Jake came home walking through the front door, he looked absolutely exhausted, covered in dirt and sweat. Most probably from his football practice earlier in the day.
“Hey Jakey!” Dad greeted Jake in excited loving way.
“Hey Dad.” Jake replied as he sat down next to me on the lounge, almost ignoring me.
“How was the game?” Dad asked him.
“Yeah was alright.” He said as he continued to talk to dad, telling him all about his day. A few minutes later Jake lifted his legs and placed his sneakered feet up on the coffee table.
“Jake I know you’re buggered from your game but get your dirty shoes off the table.” Dad tells him politely.
“Sorry dad.” Jake said as he kicked his dirty sneakers off his feet, falling to the ground with light thuds. Jake had pretty big feet, size 13’s which were much bigger then mine but only slightly smaller then dads which I thought might change one day given the age difference and that he was still growing. He was still wearing his blue football socks from his game and after a few seconds a wave of musky foot stink reached my nose.
Dad must have noticed as well as I saw him turning to Jake. “Geez Jake, your feet stink.” Dad said waving his hand in front of his face.
“Yeah I know, these are the only pair of footy socks that fit me, all my others are too small. I keep forgetting to wash them before practice, so I’ve had to wear them a few times.”
“How many is a few times? A hundred? They smell worse than dads feet after work.” I complain.
“Nothing is worse than that.” Jake quickly retorts, which made us all laugh, even dad.
Jake leans forward and pulls his football socks off, tucking them into his sneakers to hide the smell at least a bit as he rested his big barefeet back on the coffee table.
“Coach worked us hard this arvo.” Jake said to dad, continuing their conversation about his football practice. “We have to be ready for the next game against the Eagles.”
“Yeah, that’ll be a tough match. How are you feeling?” Dad asked.
“Pretty good but my feet hurt like hell.” Jake complained, as he rubbed them together slightly. I noticed that I had not looked away from Jake’s feet since he took them out of his sneakers. I shuddered, remembering being down on my knees rubbing dad’s huge feet. I quickly snapped out of it as I heard dad’s voice.
“Hey Kyleeeeeeee…” Dad said in his pretend cute voice, which I knew meant that he wanted something.
“What do you want this time?” I said rolling my eyes.
“Can you get me a beer please my favourite son?” He asked with the usual puppy dog eyes.
“Sigh, yeah yeah.” I lightheartedly complained.
“Hey bro, get me a soda too while you’re up.” Jake added.
“Geez, if I didn’t know any better I’d say I was the house slave.” I said faking annoyance. “Anything else masters?” I added while bowing, which made everyone laugh.
I came back and handed the beer to dad. As I walked back to the lounge I noticed Jake was laying down taking up all the space.
“Hey! I was sitting there.” I complained.
“You snooze you lose.” Jake joked, grabbing the soda from my hand. “Thanks bro.”
“Dad! Tell Jake to let me sit down.” I whinged, like a little school boy.
“Jake, move your feet and let Kyle sit.” Dad said in his fake stern voice.
“Fine.” Jake bent his knees so that I had room to sit at the very end of the couch. As soon as I did he stretched his legs and placed his big feet on my lap.
“Hey! Move your feet, they stink!” I complained, moving my head away.
“Come on bro, just let me stretch my legs and rest my feet for bit, they hurt like hell.” Jake sulked and rubbed his big smelly feet together. I looked down at them. They looked exactly like dad’s only a little shorter. They were long and wide with plump toes that squished together, if it wasn’t for the size difference I would’ve said these were dad’s feet. I shuddered at the thought of how much sweat and grime had accumulated between his toes. Like dad’s they also had a powerful authoritave nature to them that made me feel as if they were superior to me, like they deserved to rest on my lap. It made me give in and let Jake keep them there.
“Ok Jake.” I quietly said with my head lowered.
“Perfect.” Jake said grinning as he continued to watch TV.
I couldnt stop looking down at Jakes massive size 13’s as they moved slowly. He would randomly wiggle his toes or rub one foot across the other, each time sending more waves of vinegary foot stench up to my nose. I couldn’t believe I was letting him keep his feet on me like this, I tried to forget about it by lifting my gaze and focusing on what was on TV. After a couple of minutes, Jake lifted his right foot and rested his heel on top of the other as if he knew I had stopped looking down at his feet. His foot was eye level with me, his toes directly in front of my nose. I froze and stared at them, those big plump toes slowly wiggled and flexed in front of my face letting out a lot of Jake’s foot stink. I could see the sweat and bits of toe jam stuck in between his toes as they flexed back and forth, each movement slower and wider in a hypnotic way. I don’t know why but I breathed in deep. The cheesy stink coming from his toes was so strong. I heard Jake snicker and I quickly turned and saw him staring at me with a smirk on his face. Still wiggling his toes, Jake started to bring his foot closer towards my face so his toes were barely touching my nose.
“I think its time for dinner…” Dad said, turning towards us. “…Jake! What are you doing? Get your feet out of your brother’s face!” He yelled.
“I was only messing around dad.” Jake whinged, pulling his feet away from me, breaking me out of my submissive trance.
“I’m sure you were but knowing the state of your feet you’d probably knock poor Kyle out.” Dad said chuckling.
“Hahah yeah. They stink pretty bad, don’t they Kyle?” Jake asked, looking towards me with that same smirk.
I just looked back and lowered my head, feeling inferior to his powerful football feet.
