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[b][u][center]Some Foot Fun for the First Time

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Heh, why did we come here again?” Jib asked, leaning over the table. “I mean…it’s not bad here, but what made us pick this place over the one with the good fries and wings?”

“Clean bathrooms,” Fizzel said, the otter chuckling.

“That’s it?”

“Hey, when you live in a boring-ass town like this, you take what you can get,” Cass – the other human at the table – said. “And clean bathrooms are a novelty around here, I’ll tell you that.”

Shaking his head, Jib grabbed his beer and took another swig. Not much to it, really; the flavor wasn’t much different to other bars, despite the fact that they proclaimed it to be the unique house brew, but it was fine. Bitter, of course, but fine. He grimaced around the mouthful before putting the bottle down, shaking his head.

His friends were still talking, of course. There wasn’t much else to do in their part of town but talk; all the fun stuff was downtown, well out of reach without good cars, and none of them wanted to take the bus. The fact that they were settling for sitting in a pub, having drinks, and talking about clean bathrooms as a draw of all things proved that.

Still, they were good company. His eyes drifted from one to another, and he smiled despite himself.

There was Cass, of course. She and he were the two humans at the table, though she was far more used to being among other people than he was. She was an energized woman, constantly laughing, constantly looking for the next big party to spend time at. Never dressing any more formally than the most casual attire, Cass had always tried to drag him out to the next party, always trying to find somewhere that they could hang out together. She cared and cared hard, but the main thing for her was always to be doing something, and that…well, it didn’t always click with him.

Then there was Fizzel, an otter female that – thankfully – didn’t share some of the speciesist attitudes of some of the other anthros. Not all of them were bad, of course, but there were some that were just insufferable about the way that humans and anthros couldn’t get along. The otter had never showed any of that sort of attitude with him and Cass. If anything, she was a loyal and defensive friend, and he’d seen the way that she would get right in the faces of some of the assholes out there to say something good about him and her.

A little chuckle caught him as he remembered the flannel blur that she left when she went charging up to such assholes. A rugged otter, indeed, and someone that he was glad to know.

Finally, there was Yaeger. Jib’s eyes lingered on the white lion for a moment. He was the quietest of the four of them, and the one that probably had the most formality to his attire, though he didn’t go that far. Denim jacket, white t-shirt under that, and ripped jeans made up his look, and considering his build, that was more than enough for something fun. He shook his head as he looked away before he could be noticed.

[i]Heh…we’re all kinda hipster-y, I guess,[/i] he thought. [i]Just hanging out in bars rather than coffee shops.[/i]

It could be worse, he thought. It could be a hell of a lot worse.

“So, who here’s got any fun stories to share?” Cass asked.

“By fun, you mean…” Yaeger said with his head cocked to the side.

“Sex, of course.”

Jib barely held back a sputter from another drink. Fizzel didn’t; the otter’s beer splattered the table as everyone else leaned away. As Cass laughed from the whole thing and Yaeger rolled his eyes and Fizzel coughed and sputtered from the near-inhalation of her drink, Jib was the only one left to talk.

“That’s a bit abrupt, isn’t it?”

“Come on, it’s not like we’re not doing that, right?” Cass said. “We’re in college now. We’re getting things, and getting [i]some.[/i] We couldn’t talk about this kind of stuff in high school, so let’s have some of it now. Come on, who’s getting some? Who wants to spill?”

“Oof. Ow.” Fizzel shook her head. “Give a girl a warning next time you’re going to pull a topic change like that. Wow.”

“Heh, sorry. But you got something?”

“Lemme get the beer out of my nose first…fuck…”

They all laughed a bit at that, though Jib’s was more nervous than he wanted to admit. The whole conversation was a little awkward now, though it wasn’t really Cass’s fault.

After all, sex was normal enough for most people. Hell, he wished he had stories to tell. That was the whole problem: he didn’t. He was pretty sure that he was the only virgin at the table, too, which was awkward for him. Very, very, very awkward with how the other three probably had their own little albums of conquests.

As Fizzel started telling her story, something about a party hook-up with a vixen at a recent sorority gathering, Jib focused on not fidgeting and not paying that much attention to the particulars. He knew that if he listened too hard, he’d start feeling jealous, or maybe even get a little turned on, and that would just make the whole thing that much more awkward. The whole point of telling these stories was to have fun, right?

[i]And not that kind of fun.[/i]

The otter told her story of getting some pussy – oral and scissoring – before leaning back in her chair. Cass laughed, clapping.

“Man, that’s what I call getting it. And without even getting the other person drunk first. Hell yeah.”

“Yeah, that’s…pretty impressive,” Jib said.

“It’s just the party thing,” Fizzel said with a shrug. “I mean, seriously, people go there to have fun. All you gotta do is not be a dick.”

“Uh-huh.”

Not quite his experience, but she was probably right. He didn’t go to enough parties to find out.

“What about you, Yaeger?” Cass asked. “You done anybody interesting recently?”

“Heh, I don’t kiss and tell,” the lion said, shaking his head. “And besides, I think you’d be next, considering you brought this whole thing up.”

“Oh, if you want to hear my exploits –”

“I asked, didn’t I?” the lion said, pulling his short-ish mane back. “Go on.”

Cass had no shame, of course. She never did. And as she jumped right into a story of joining a cougar male and a human female in a threesome at one of the clubs off-campus, he could feel the other two looking at him. Jib wondered if his own slight discomfort was showing on his face, and he hoped not. The last thing he wanted was to start going into detail about his own lack of successes.

“And you know what, that guy was hung. I know we’re supposed to keep that whole equality thing going, but –”

“Let’s not start with the BAD, eh?” Jib said, shaking his head. “Just because you got lucky doesn’t mean that they’re all like that.”

“Heh, you have experience?”

“We’ve all seen the porn,” he said, chuckling as best he could. “Some of ‘em are big, some of ‘em are small, just like humans.”

“Yeah, let’s not go there,” Yaeger added. “I’m doing okay, but I’m not like some of the monsters out there.”

“…Damn, another fantasy down the drain. Thanks for killing that one, Yaeger,” Cass said, rolling her eyes before downing the rest of her drink. “Ugh. I don’t think I’m going to be ordering another one of those. Cocktails for me from now on. What about the rest of you? Anyone want seconds?”

“I’ll take wings, instead,” Jib said.

“Some snacks might be a good idea, actually,” Fizzel said. “Not a good idea to drink too much on an empty stomach.”

“Well, unless you want something to happen later,” Yaeger said.

“Heh, fine, fine. I’ll get some snacks, but anything else?” Cass asked, looking around the table. “Final call.”

“Sex on the beach,” the lion said.

“Just get me an old-fashioned,” Fizzel said.

“Nothing for me, thanks,” Jib said, waving his hand.

“Alright, be back in a minute. Don’t go anywhere, and don’t start sharing any juicy gossip without me, you got that? Heh. I’m still hoping Yaeger’ll spill something.”

And with that, Cass was on the move, heading to the bar to start placing orders. He rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, rolling the bottom of the beer bottle against the table. At least he’d have a short break to get his head back on straight. The stories from the two females had been lewd, particularly Cass’s, and he doubted that he’d be able to match that with anything from his fantasies, let alone his virginal life. He sighed, taking another drink –

“So, what’s going on with you?” Fizzel said, blunt as ever. “You looked like you were just dying inside for that whole thing; you got something you want to get off your chest?”

“What –”

“No shame in not liking this stuff. Just saying, if you’re not into it, this is your chance to say it without Cass going all overboard with it,” the otter said, shrugging.

“And we’ll back that, if you need us to,” Yaeger added. “Sometimes she goes way over the line. Doesn’t mean anything by it, but…yeah, we all know what Cass is like. She wants things to be [i]fun,[/i] even if the rest of us just want to chill the fuck out.”

He nodded, looking down at the bottle again. After debating and declining taking another drink, he pushed it off to the side and shook his head.

“I’m still a virgin,” Jib admitted. “All I could really talk about right now are fantasies. And no, before you ask, I haven’t had someone give me oral, or given that to anyone, or had anything else happen. All been porn, and…that’s something that I don’t really know how to feel about, honestly.”

“Well, that’s fair enough; not like we all came out of the box doing wild stuff as soon as we enrolled,” Fizzel said, crossing her arms under her breasts and leaning back. “That said…mind if we ask a couple small questions?”

“Shoot.”

“Mono-species or open?” Yaeger asked.

“Uh…not sure, honestly,” Jib admitted. “I mean, I’ll be honest, I look at all kinds of things, but I’ve never really seen what it’s like in person. I don’t know if I’d have, you know, real attraction to people that way if I were to try it.”

“Fair,” Yaeger said. “But you watched all kinds of stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“My turn,” Fizzel said, a small smile growing on her face. “Alright. So, let’s say that you were to get something. What do you think you’d actually go for? No judgment, seriously. Go as mild or as wild as you want, but…color me curious. I’ve never heard you say a thing about this. Hell, I know more about what Yaeger likes than you do, and he never says anything.”

“There’s a reason for that,” the white lion muttered.

“Point still stands,” the otter muttered.

“I…”

Jib rubbed the back of his head, looking down and away. Yaeger reached out and patted his arm.

“Hey. Look. Seriously. We’re just curious. No judgment or anything, but if you haven’t done anything, that doesn’t mean that you’re not interested in stuff, you know? Unless you’re just, you know, not attracted –”

“Attraction is not the problem in this case, heh.”

“There you go. Then why don’t you tell us what you [i]are[/i] thinking about? Fizzel might be going nuts here, but, uh, I’m not exactly [i]not[/i] curious.”

“Okay, okay, just…gimme a second.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he glanced toward the bar. Cass was still busy dealing with the drink and snack order, which – he was a little embarrassed to admit – made this whole thing that little bit easier. For all that he shouldn’t have been more comfortable talking about this with his own species, having it out with two people that weren’t part of the same animal order actually made it simpler. It felt…less weird, less intimate.

“I’ve got a bit of a thing for…feet.”

“Feet, or paws?” Yaeger asked.

“Um…never really tested that,” he admitted.

“What kind of thing?” Fizzel asked, cocking her head to the side.

“I guess…well, if I was watching it, just kinda…having them on my face. Maybe, uh, between my legs, stroking, but mostly on my face.”

It was less awkward than he thought saying it out loud. Not easy, by any stretch of the imagination, but not that hard, either. He pushed himself to keep going; why not, if they were interested? At least it finally gave him a way to participate with these conversations.

“I just…I want to have some time playing with the toes on my face, sucking on ‘em a little, and…seeing how it feels. Just kinda…enjoying being under someone a little. It’s weird, I know –”

“Not any weirder than getting facials and asking for more,” Fizzel said.

“Or watching half the shit that’s on the internet, honestly,” Yaeger said, shrugging. “I mean, there’s some weird stuff out there. This feels pretty tame to me.”

“Well, you’re not a virgin, are you?” Jib asked.

“Fair.”

They sat there, the awkwardness building for nearly a minute before Yaeger glanced toward the bar again. Jib did the same. Cass was still ordering their stuff, and there didn’t seem to be any progress; either the bartender was being a chatterbox, she was, or they both were, because a lot more jabbering was going on than anything else. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised; that was just the way that Cass was.

“How about we check out those bathrooms?” Yaeger said.

“Are we that bored?” Jib asked, chuckling.

“Better than sitting here in the quiet,” Fizzel said, shrugging as she pushed herself to her feet. “I’m game. Come on.”

Not wanting to be the only one left at the table, Jib joined them. It wasn’t a long walk to the famed clean bathrooms – just a juke around a couple of tables and a left-hand turn around a booth – but he was surprised to see that they were unisex. Not the sort of thing that he expected from a bar like this. They stepped inside –

“…Okay, I’ll admit, I’m impressed,” Jib muttered.

The whole place was white-walled to a degree that looked almost freshly-painted, and the tile floor was…well, he had never seen something so spotless, not even back at the home he’d left behind for college. His parents had been positively neurotic about keeping everything clean, and this was better than anything that they’d managed back there. He had to give the janitors at this place credit.

There were urinals along the wall, each one spotless, and it wasn’t until then that he realized that the air was startling scent-free; someone had gone through the table to make sure that the bathrooms smelled completely fresh. He had to give them credit for that, too.

Shaking his head, he leaned back against the wall as he took the whole place in. Sinks, urinals, stalls, everything was spotless, and the metal walls that hid the stalls were shimmering, reflective to the nth degree. He imagined that if they stood right in the middle of the room, it would feel like looking off into eternity. It was bizarre, but at least it was something interesting about the otherwise sub-par bar.

“So, had a thought,” Yaeger said.

“What’s that?” Jib asked.

“You, uh, want to figure out if you’re into paws, too?”

“…”

“Just saying, we got a chance here,” the white lion said, nodding at the door. “Fizzel can lock that behind her and keep an eye out, and you and me can, uh, try something.”

“…I didn’t know you were interested in guys,” Jib said, not sure if he was joking or deflecting. Maybe both. “Since when did you want to try this?”

“Well, it’s a thing to pass the time, right? And who knows, maybe I’ll find out that I like it.”

“I’m just going to assume that Yaeger was always interested in this shit and you just gave him an excuse,” Fizzel said with a chuckle. She held up a hand to forestall the lion’s protests. “Look. You boys do what you like. I’ll go out there and keep an eye on everything. You just, uh, don’t take too long.”

And with that, the otter left the two of them alone. Jib could only stare at the door for a moment, his cheeks burning as he realized what he’d just been gifted. Little sputters of embarrassment managed to escape his lips before Yaeger leaned against the wall and pulled one form-fitting shoe off the ground, the toes of the shoe curling slightly.

“What are you –”

“This’ll go a lot easier if you lay down, I think.”

“You sure you want to –”

“Jib, come on, man. Relax. It’s just going to be a little experimentation. Nothing bad about that, right?”

“No…”

“Then lie down and just let me try this. Close your eyes, too.”

It was probably the most trust that he had ever extended to someone else at that moment, but he did as he was asked. Taking a deep breath, he laid down on the tiled floor, his breathing coming slowly as he closed his eyes and just focused on his heartbeat. The fantasies of what might happen and the fears of what might go wrong were pushed to the back of his head, leaving him with nothing but the awareness of his heart going thud, thud, thud in his chest.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The soft suck-pop of Yaeger’s shoes coming off caught his ears, but he didn’t open his eyes. He just laid there, breathing, focusing on the feeling of air going in and out of his lungs, on the possibilities of what might come, and that was all. He just had to wait, and then it would come to him when it was time.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Footsteps, eventually ending in a soft click-tap against the floor on either side of his head. The tick-taps of what he could only assume were claws continued in a rolling drumbeat, tapping down one, two, three, four, before there was a slight pause before they started again. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

“Turn your head to the side –”

“Which side?”

“Doesn’t matter. Turn your head, open your eyes.”

“Okay, okay.”

He knew what he was going to see, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a little nervous. He knew that human feet turned him on, but as much as he had seen other porn between anthros and humans, he honestly didn’t know if paws would do the same thing. He was about to find out, though, and he only hoped that he wasn’t wasting Yaeger’s time with this.

Turning his head to the left, he took one more deep breath and opened his eyes. As soon as he locked eyes with those bare, dancing toes, seeing the dark blue pads along the bottom of the digits and the way that they contrasted so highly with his white fur, his breath caught in his throat. Each little thud-thud-thud-thud of the toes dancing and the claws tapping against the floor rang in his ears like drumbeats, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he was already starting to get very, very, very hard watching the display before him.

Yaeger didn’t say a word. If anything, he seemed to understand that they were already in sync with each other, and the white lion lifted his paw from the ground. The four toes splayed out, looking so different from what he would have seen on the porn videos, but this was so much better. They were right over his face, then right on it, pressing to either side of his nose and pinching it gently between them. Two toes, each side, and the scent?

Barely there, he realized, not much more than the light smell of skin and fur. Not bad.

“How do you feel?” Yaeger asked, grinding his paw left, right, left, right, teasingly pressing his toes to either side of the human’s nose. “Feeling alright down there?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“You want to go further?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

Chuckling, the lion lifted his paw again. This time, Jib had enough time to look at all the pads along the bottom, taking in the view of the beautiful thing, before it came down over his lips. The soft pressure wasn’t at all uncomfortable, and as the toes danced along his lips, he smiled.

“Open.”

He was happy to follow that command, and did as he was told, allowing the digits entry to his mouth. The taste was just as mild and gentle as the smell was; there was no sourness or foulness, just a taste of flesh, perhaps a tiny little bit of sweat, but only enough to get a little saltiness at the start before it was licked away. He moaned as pure pleasure went right through him, his cock starting to tent in his pants as he leaned up to suck the first two digits past his lips.

“Wow, you really like that…”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Okay, well…let’s see how you like…”

In. Out. In. Out.

The soft push-pull of the digits past his teeth sent another little shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he had to admit, he hadn’t expected to like having a foot on his face – or for that matter, a paw in his mouth – this much. The claws on Yaeger’s toes should have been far more terrifying, but he was taking his time to really give it to him, to show him how he could just enjoy it, and the lion’s patience and gentleness was really something to behold.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

POP!

The toes came free, and as the white lion pulled them apart, splaying them for him, a few strings of spit connected them. It sent a throb right down to his cock, and he moaned under his breath as he realized just how horned-up he really was.

It got worse as the lion stepped forward, bringing the damp toes and the rest of that paw right down on his chest. Not that hard, at first, but then with increasing weight, Yaeger actually stepped on him. The pressure running through his ribcage wasn’t that bad, but oh, it was new. It was [i]very[/i] new.

“You like that, too?”

“Mmm-hmm…oh god…”

“You’re something else.”

“Is that…bad?”

“Nah.”

Walk. Walk. Walk. Yaeger was taking his time with each step, and in the back of his mind, Jib really appreciated that. The lion was, after all, quite a bit taller than him, and any misstep could become very painful if he slipped too far. That, and the idea of him putting too much weight on his chest was…well, definitely dangerous.

Hot, though.

He didn’t struggle to breathe, but he was aware of less air as time went on. Push, step, push, step, each one pushing his lungs down and making it a little harder to get the air in. The feeling of those toes, though, from the little dance they did and the soft prick of the claws through his shirt, made him bite off moans as they walked further down his torso.

With one last step on his stomach, the toes came free. The lion turned around, half-straddling him, and looked down further. Jib did the same, his cheeks on fire as he realized that he was so hard that he was all but tenting his waistband off his middle.

“You really got into that one,” Yaeger said.

“Yeah, I…I never got this…this into it with someone in real life,” he admitted.

“You, uh…you good?”

“I, um…I was wondering…”

“Hey, let me ask a question.”

“…Yeah?” Jib asked.

“You mind if I pull your cock out and try something?”

“N-no.”

“Okay. Lemme get into position first. Stay down.”

Nodding, Jib remained flat on his back as the lion turned around. Yaeger slowly lowered himself to all fours, his head between the human’s ankles, and then slowly pushed his legs further and further back. He tiptoed them along the tiles, pushing them toward Jib’s shoulders, and then a little bit past them.

Once he had achieved a planking position, he gently edged one up, then the other. The toes settled right on the human’s collarbone, pressing down with a [i]lot[/i] of weight. It took his breath away and he almost begged off before the lion shifted his position ever so slightly, pushing his weight forward and resting it more on his arms.

“Nnngh…what…what’s this sort of thing for?” he asked.

“I’m going to try something,” Yaeger said. “Just…go with it.”

“Mmmph…long as you don’t step on my collarbone like that again.”

“Yeah, sorry, that was something I didn’t think about.”

“Yeah…I get that…”

“Bet you like the view, though.”

“Nnngh…”

“Come on, admit it.”

“Mmmph…it’s pretty hot…”

And it really was; for all that it wasn’t the most comfortable way of looking at the lion’s soles, they were beautifully on display. The undersides, soft and smooth, padded and such a different color to what one expected, looked almost plush. He could have lost himself in that for…god, he didn’t know how long.

“Good.”

One foot shifted back, toes against his lips. He groaned as he was smothered beneath the sole, pushed down as -

ZZZZIP.

His zipper came down and his cock popped out. His eyes went wide as he felt Yaeger shift position, curling his upper body back and popping his tip into the lion’s mouth.

“Mmmph…”

Toes in his mouth, his cock in Yaeger’s mouth: this was far past anything that he’d expected from a little mutual experimentation. His breath caught in his throat as he sucked around the toes, two, then three, then four past his lips in short order, resting over his tongue for a moment before curling and teasing the roof of his mouth. They were…active, to say the least, keeping him focused on them, then feeling that soft mouth working down to the base of his cock, swallowing, sucking, before pulling back.

He was almost catatonic with pure pleasure and shock. It only broke when the lion pulled his toes free again after a few head-bobs and called his name. Jib groaned, staring between toes soaked with spit, strung with strings of saliva, and shook his head.

“What…What did you say?”

“You want to keep going?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

“Heh, okay, okay. Keep - okay, you’re eager.”

Jib all but yanked those toes into his mouth. It was not the most comfortable position - the lion was trying to keep most of his weight on his arms, but sometimes he would have to push down on the toes on Jib’s collarbone - but it was still hot as hell. He suckled on those four toes as his cock throbbed away, pulsing and throbbing with each slow suck.

Warm and wet, the lion’s lips were almost as eager as his were, and he couldn’t tell whether it was just trying to pay him back or if the lion was into it. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, all the way to the base where he could feel the barest hint of teeth before it pulled back again, only to teasingly lick around the head before going down again.

Here he was. Under an anthro, underfoot, sucking toes, while he got sucked off. Jib had never imagined something like this would be this hot…and he did not have the stamina to keep up with it.

With a sudden moan that had no warning, he came, and he came [i]hard.[/i] The sudden pleasure that washed over him nearly took him head over heels into utter bliss, and the only thing keeping him from rocking his hips upward was the weight of the lion overhead. He could feel the soft sucking, swallowing, sucking, swallowing around his cock, and he was honestly surprised - and a little turned on - that Yaeger just went with it.

Then it was done. Yaeger pulled his feet free, and he rolled over. The sudden chill around his softening cock nearly took away the pleasure that had been there, only for the lion to push down once more. Paws to face, paws all over his cheeks and nearly pressing against his forehead from how they rested there, Jib was forced to lie down and stay on his back.

“Mmmph…you stay…right there…until I finish,” Yaeger grunted.

He hadn’t even realized that the lion had pulled his zipper down or fished his cock out. Barely able to see it through the soft toes kneading against his face and the pads further down grinding on his cheeks, he just closed his eyes and allowed the lion to use him as he liked. Considering what had just happened, he had no right to complain.

Sighing in comfort, he wondered if he’d ever get this lucky again. He could hear the soft, lustful grunts from above, and it sounded like maybe Yaeger might want to make this a regular thing, but he honestly didn’t know. All he knew was that had been the best orgasm of his life, and he didn’t know when he would get another one like that. His cock was still twitching as it went down, and he knew what he’d be getting off to later that night.

Down, down, down until the tip hung over his balls, and -

“Mmmph!”

Yaeger grunted, his cock squirting over the ground. They both panted as they sat there in their afterglow, and the only thing that stirred them was the soft knock on the bathroom door.

“You guys done yet?” Fizzel asked as she cracked the door.

“...Yeah, yeah, we’re done…” Yaeger looked down at him. “For now.”

“...Ho boy.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A virgin human hangs out with some of his friends, and eventually the talk turns to sex.

Tags: M/M, Human/Anthro, Foot Fetish, Paw Fetish, Paw Worship, Toe Licking, Toe Sucking, Human, Lion, Bathroom, Human Underfoot, Oral, Blowjob, Orgasm, Cum,