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Takumi was the ultimate jock in his school. A tall, athletic, handsome jock. His short blond hair and blue eyes made him stand out from the crowd. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, with muscles that ripple under his soccer dress. His chest was broad, his legs were powerful and his amazing hands were big and strong. He was a masterpiece of nature, a vision of perfection. Takumi made everyone's heart skip a beat when he walked by - the jock was the star of the soccer team and the dream of every girl. Well, not only the girls admired him...

~~~

Taro and Takumi had been playing soccer for an hour, just the two of them, on the empty field behind the school. They were best friends since kindergarten, and they shared everything: hobbies, classes, secrets. But there was something that Taro couldn't share with Takumi, something that he didn't even understand himself. Taro felt a strange attraction to his friend, especially when he saw him running and sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead, his shirt clinging to his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off his feet, his white socks and his awesome black soccer shoes. He wondered how they would feel if he touched them, if he kissed them.

Taro felt a surge of heat in his face and his chest, and he quickly looked away. He tried to focus on the ball, on the game, on anything else. But he couldn't ignore his feelings. He wanted to be close to him, to explore his soccer shoes, to lick them, he wanted to sniff his damp socks and enjoy his perfect feet. But he was afraid of what Takumi would say, of what he would do, of what he would think of him. And he was afraid of losing him as a friend, or worse. Young Taro didn't know what to do. He felt trapped in his own mind, in his own body.

He decided to end the game early, saying that he was tired and had some homework to do. His friend nodded and smiled, unaware of his turmoil. They walked together to the locker room, chatting casually. Taro tried to act normal, but he felt awkward and nervous. He avoided looking at Takumi directly, afraid that he would see through his facade. He hoped that he would leave soon, so that he could be alone with his thoughts. But as they reached the locker room, his friend stopped him and said:

"Hey, I have something to tell you. It's kind of important."

Taro felt a pang of fear and curiosity in his heart. What did he want to say? Was it about the game? About school? About their friendship? Or was it something else? Something that he had been hiding too? He swallowed hard and said:

"What is it?"

Takumi looked at him with a serious expression and took a deep breath.

"I know this might sound weird, but... I've noticed that you've been staring at my shoes and feet a lot lately. And I want you to know that... it's okay."

Taro blinked in surprise and felt a rush of emotions: shock, confusion, relief, embarrassment. How did he know? How long had he known? What did he mean by "it's okay"? Was he joking?

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He felt like he was frozen in place.

His friend smiled gently and reached for his hand.

"Look, I don't know what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. You're my best friend, and I care about you a lot. And... I think you're really a cute and phantastic guy. I'm not gay, but i'm your best friend. Forever. So if there's something i can do to make you happy without real sex or else, just tell me bro...! You will surely soon find the right boy for you. And until then, if it's just about sneakers or socks and stuff like that, just tell me. It's not a big deal to me and it seems to mean a lot more to you. So let's not beat around the bush..."

Taro felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as their fingers intertwined. He looked into his friend's eyes and saw sincerity and warmth. He felt a wave of happiness wash over him as he realized that his biggest secret wasn't a danger anymore.

With a mixture of fear, horror and shame, he saw how Takumi suddenly sat down on a bench and untied the laces of his hot and long and often worn soccer shoes. While the athletic jock slipped his soccer shoes off his feet, he calmly looked into the eyes of slightly trembling Taro. Taro couldn't believe what was happening. He felt a wonderful aroma taking over the area around them. His friend's sneakers were steamy and there was a smell of grass, rubber, leather, sweat and - his wonderful mate.

He looked at Takumi's feet, which were still in his dirty and long-worn white socks. You could see that the socks were damp and now they also released their scent into the room. Taro found himself gripped by a tremendous sexual excitement, probably the strongest in his entire life. He saw the contours of his masculine friend's big beautiful feet showing through his socks. He felt terrible. This shame, this embarrassment, this perverted fetish crap. But then he suddenly heard his friend's calm, deep voice. Takumi looked up at him from the bench and whispered, "Sshhh, it's ok, don't worry. My sneakers, my socks and my feet are yours if you want them now. I'm sure I'll survive..." He winked at him sweetly and picked up one of his sneakers and waved it at him. "Come on, big boy, we're all alone here and no one will ever know from me..."

Description
Takumi was the ultimate jock in his school. A tall, athletic, handsome jock. His short blond hair and blue eyes made him stand out from the crowd. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, with muscles that ripple under his soccer dress. His chest was broad, his legs were powerful and his amazing hands were big and strong. He was a masterpiece of nature, a vision of perfection. Takumi made everyone's heart skip a beat when he walked by - the jock was the star of the soccer team and the dream of every girl. Well, not only the girls admired him...

~~~

Taro and Takumi had been playing soccer for an hour, just the two of them, on the empty field behind the school. They were best friends since kindergarten, and they shared everything: hobbies, classes, secrets. But there was something that Taro couldn't share with Takumi, something that he didn't even understand himself. Taro felt a strange attraction to his friend, especially when he saw him running and sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead, his shirt clinging to his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off his feet, his white socks and his awesome black soccer shoes. He wondered how they would feel if he touched them, if he kissed them.

Taro felt a surge of heat in his face and his chest, and he quickly looked away. He tried to focus on the ball, on the game, on anything else. But he couldn't ignore his feelings. He wanted to be close to him, to explore his soccer shoes, to lick them, he wanted to sniff his damp socks and enjoy his perfect feet. But he was afraid of what Takumi would say, of what he would do, of what he would think of him. And he was afraid of losing him as a friend, or worse. Young Taro didn't know what to do. He felt trapped in his own mind, in his own body.

He decided to end the game early, saying that he was tired and had some homework to do. His friend nodded and smiled, unaware of his turmoil. They walked together to the locker room, chatting casually. Taro tried to act normal, but he felt awkward and nervous. He avoided looking at Takumi directly, afraid that he would see through his facade. He hoped that he would leave soon, so that he could be alone with his thoughts. But as they reached the locker room, his friend stopped him and said:

"Hey, I have something to tell you. It's kind of important."

Taro felt a pang of fear and curiosity in his heart. What did he want to say? Was it about the game? About school? About their friendship? Or was it something else? Something that he had been hiding too? He swallowed hard and said:

"What is it?"

Takumi looked at him with a serious expression and took a deep breath.

"I know this might sound weird, but... I've noticed that you've been staring at my shoes and feet a lot lately. And I want you to know that... it's okay."

Taro blinked in surprise and felt a rush of emotions: shock, confusion, relief, embarrassment. How did he know? How long had he known? What did he mean by "it's okay"? Was he joking?

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He felt like he was frozen in place.

His friend smiled gently and reached for his hand.

"Look, I don't know what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. You're my best friend, and I care about you a lot. And... I think you're really a cute and phantastic guy. I'm not gay, but i'm your best friend. Forever. So if there's something i can do to make you happy without real sex or else, just tell me bro...! You will surely soon find the right boy for you. And until then, if it's just about sneakers or socks and stuff like that, just tell me. It's not a big deal to me and it seems to mean a lot more to you. So let's not beat around the bush..."

Taro felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as their fingers intertwined. He looked into his friend's eyes and saw sincerity and warmth. He felt a wave of happiness wash over him as he realized that his biggest secret wasn't a danger anymore.

With a mixture of fear, horror and shame, he saw how Takumi suddenly sat down on a bench and untied the laces of his hot and long and often worn soccer shoes. While the athletic jock slipped his soccer shoes off his feet, he calmly looked into the eyes of slightly trembling Taro. Taro couldn't believe what was happening. He felt a wonderful aroma taking over the area around them. His friend's sneakers were steamy and there was a smell of grass, rubber, leather, sweat and - his wonderful mate.

He looked at Takumi's feet, which were still in his dirty and long-worn white socks. You could see that the socks were damp and now they also released their scent into the room. Taro found himself gripped by a tremendous sexual excitement, probably the strongest in his entire life. He saw the contours of his masculine friend's big beautiful feet showing through his socks. He felt terrible. This shame, this embarrassment, this perverted fetish crap. But then he suddenly heard his friend's calm, deep voice. Takumi looked up at him from the bench and whispered, "Sshhh, it's ok, don't worry. My sneakers, my socks and my feet are yours if you want them now. I'm sure I'll survive..." He winked at him sweetly and picked up one of his sneakers and waved it at him. "Come on, big boy, we're all alone here and no one will ever know from me..."