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So, I Came on your Feet ...

by Mog Moogle

It probably started a long time ago before I ever even realized it started. Those funny little things that happen in your childhood and during puberty. Things that shape who and what you will be attracted to and the strange kinks you'll have. I've heard some furs even say it's genetic but I don't know. I'm no psychologist or geneticist. Hell, I barely made it through community college with a certification to fix toasters, (and yes, I am currently employed at a small appliance factory taking apart the toasters that fail the line inspection to see what went wrong with them, boring stuff.) I leave all those philosophical and Freudian things for those qualified to deal with them.

But I digress. You came here to read about some a sexual experience of some sort, and I would assume you want to read about one pertaining to my favorite peculiar fetish, paws. Admit it, you would not have clicked on this post in this group that's clearly labeled for paw fetishists unless it's what you wanted. I'm pretty new to this whole posting your sexual experience online thing, so if I may beg your indulgence and patience as I muddle through this, I'd appreciate it. Oh, and, please be gentle. You are popping my internet sex story cherry here, after all.

I was older than most in school. That's a long story that I will spare you the details of, but the short of it was I didn't do so well in the primary grades so I had to repeat a few of them. By the time I was a junior in high school, I was nineteen toward the end of the year. One of my best friends, a snow leopard we all called Ziggy. His real name was something strange, Zomberth-something-or-other. Said it was a family name, his grandfather's grandfather's. Well, anyway, he was a senior and he and I got to know each other because of my age and size, I'd been on the football team with him since I was a freshman.

We liked to hang out and do the normal teen boy thing. We'd ride our bicycles all over town, go to the video arcades, (shut up! It was the 80's, everyone went to the arcades,) wear tattered leather with the chains, safety pins and patches we put on ourselves. I swear, nowadays when you kids go to the mall and buy all that crap pre-made so that none of it's original ... What the hell do you think being punk was about? Anyway, normal for the times.

We'd just spend all our extra cash at the arcade. Damn you Spy Hunter, damn you to hell. It was getting late and the only indoor mall in the city at the time that our favorite arcade was in was about to close up for the night. It was Friday night, no school for two days, no parties that we'd been invited to, no school functions, so Ziggy wanted to crash at my place. Why wouldn't he? I mean since I was the only kid in school that had a R.O.B for my console and the biggest electric car track anyone had ever seen in the basement. Perks of workaholic Nuclear parents, they made up for their lack of personal attention by lavishing gifts on their only child.

So after the ride back to my house, we put our bikes in the garage for the night and went inside. I lived in a nicer neighborhood where most of everyone went to bed long before I got home at night. The house had a large full basement that my parents had furnished after I was old enough to move out of my upstairs bedroom. Made it convenient for them since they could now have the office they always wanted.

My bed was in the middle of the basement surrounded by bedroom furniture while on one side there was a regulation sized billiards table and the other side had the couch and TV with the video games set up and the electric car track all around the floor with various loops, inclines, crossovers and even a section that went up onto the wall vertically. It was tricky, but with enough practice you could hit it just right and not lose your car while it did a brief vertical ride on the wall. I miss that basement a lot.

Ziggy and I raced the cars around the track for awhile, shot a few games of pool, then made R.O.B pick up things and drop them. Sounds exciting, right? For a couple of 80's kids not yet in their twenties, it was fun. The late night TV was boring as it was most Friday nights on the five channels my rabbit ears could pick up in the basement. It wasn't much past midnight when Ziggy started yawning. Being a polite host, I offered to let him crash on the bed. He took me up on the offer with a polite "Thanks." and kicked off his hi-tops and sprawled out on the bed.

I stayed up awhile longer and in no time Ziggy was snoring. He always snored really loud. One of my favorite things about having him over, and a few of my other friends now that I think about it, I enjoyed watching them sleep. I never thought it was because I was sexually attracted to them, at least not until that night.

I was watching his chest rise and fall gently as he slept. He was one of our running backs, so his toned body was always showing through his shirts unless his leather jacket or his football pads covered them up. He always wore jeans that were tight in the ass too. A tease like most snow leopards. I had been unknowingly admiring him for several years. Tonight though, as I looked over his body, something was different.

As my eyes trailed down his body, they stopped on his footpaws. He was still fully clothed except for his feet. Those dark paw pads that had been cramped up in his shoes all day without socks, (Ziggy didn't even wear socks with his cleats,) they still looked so soft and velvety. It was like they demanded I look at them, that I admire them. That's when it went off in my head like a shot. I wanted Ziggy's paws in every way.

I blinked and shook my head, trying shed the feelings like wet dog shakes off water. It was very unsettling. I had never had an overt sexual attraction before, and as far as I knew, I was straight, but there it was. It wasn't really even particularly toward Ziggy, though I did have strong feelings for him since we were closer than brothers. But his feet ... those perfect looking footpaws, I wanted to make love to them.

I closed my eyes and turned my head. I thought to myself if I could just stop looking at them this stupid feeling would blow over. I couldn't believe how wrong I was. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was like my heart was tearing. I forced myself to stare at the wall for several agonizing seconds that felt like days of excruciating pain. I couldn't stand it, I had to look.

Some furs have said, and even been so bold as to tell me to my face, that love at first sight doesn't exist. Admittedly, I had seen Ziggy's feet before and never felt this way before, but for some reason, that night, that very instant my eyes fell on those perfectly shaped velvet pads, I was head-over-heels in love with them. And not just the kind of love that you want to spend the rest of your life, living together and raising a family kind of love, but the kind that also made your pants tight as hell.

It was all I could stand being so far away from them. Silently cursing myself for how stupid this was, and how stupid what I was about to do was. I got off the couch as quietly as I could and skulked over to the foot of the bed. I stared down at Ziggy's paws. Licking my lips, I lowered down to my knees. My heart was beating so fast, worried about what would happen if I woke him up, worried about how I'd ever be able to face him after this night, worried that I may never get the chance to do this ever again.

I moved my face forward until my nose was nearly touching his pads. I inhaled the scent of his feet deeply through my nostrils. As soon as the aroma hit my senses, it was like a drug being injected into my system. The world faded away around me, melting like burning wax, taking with it any doubts that I wanted to do what I was doing and changing that stupid little voice that was saying what I was doing was a bad idea. I guess it made him as horny as it was making me because it was suddenly begging me to keep sniffing. My whole body was begging me to continue.

I couldn't keep it up forever though. Probably because the next thing I did suddenly superseded that need. I extended my tongue and gave his left pad a small lick. Thankfully, Ziggy wasn't the ticklish sort. I knew that because we had tickle fight once, and he won. The soft feel of the pad against my tongue was amazing, and the taste was heady and very pleasant. I ventured another lick before my paws started doing something I wouldn't have ever risked in a proper state of mind.

Two brains must have been working in my body at that moment, because without my knowledge or consent, while my face was distracted by Ziggy's feet, my paws loosened my belt, unfastened my pants and pushed them down past my thighs. It wasn't until I felt myself stroke myself that I realized what was happening.

It didn't stop me from licking Ziggy's feet though. I worked my tongue all over that soft pad, over his toe pads, between his toes, and the whole time my paw fapping away on my member. I had crossed a line, a boundary that I'd never be able to take back. I found myself even taking his individual toes in my mouth and suckling them. I started on his littlest toe, and then worked all the way to the other end. After I was done with my delicacy, I shifted to his right footpaw and started all over again.

Halfway through licking his paw pad clean of sweat, Ziggy made an odd noise like a low uncomfortable moan. My heart stopped right then and there, as well as everything else I was doing. I thought to myself, 'Fuck! He's waking up, he's waking up, he's waking up!' but my fears turned out to be unfounded. He reached down and adjusted himself, shifting an erection contained in his pants I had not noticed before.

I was relieved when he moved his paw away from his crotch and I decided to start again, but this time a little more delicately. I moved my tongue around the bottom side of his paw pad, tracing the borders. The taste was sharp and strong, and I made sure that I tasted every square inch of his pad. Like before, as soon as I was done with the pad, I started on the toes. It was every bit as good as the first, if not even better. What came next surprised me that I would be so bold, but looking back on the situation I doubt I could have stopped it if I had wanted to.

I let Ziggy's toe slip out of my mouth and I quietly stood up. I drew a nervous shaky breath eased forward until my legs were against the bed. Maneuvering carefully so that I wouldn't wake Ziggy up, I put the tip of my member against his left paw pad. I moved my fist as far back on my length as I could, holding it steady as my hips began to grind forward. As much as I'm ashamed to admit it, I was still a virgin at nineteen. I had never even fooled around with anyone when it came to anything sexual. The feel of his velvety footpaw against my naked member was like fireworks going off in my mind.

My hips started moving faster, rubbing Ziggy's paw harder with my erection while I stroked myself faster and faster. Closing my eyes I suppressed a moan. I knew I had to tone things back or I'd most certainly wake him up, but the intensity of the moment was overriding my sense of reason. There was nothing I could do as I felt my muscles tighten. I laid my head back and hissed as quietly as my body would allow as a warm orgasm shot from deep inside me.

I felt jet after jet splatter against Ziggy's paw. As it was declining, I looked down in time to see the last little bit of my cum shoot onto his paw pad. There was so much, his left foot was covered from the tops of his toes to the fur around his carpal. I felt my cheeks heat with blush as I looked at the thick milky cream coating him.

I hastily pulled up my pants and tucked my member back into my jeans and started to back away, but the weak knees from my orgasm nearly caused me to topple backward. I managed to stay on my feet through some miraculous willpower and snuck back to the couch. Laying down, I remember thinking to myself that there was no way I was going to get away with this. There was so much all over his paw, that if I could even risk cleaning it off him without waking him up, there'd be no way I'd get it all. Thankfully, because of the orgasm sleep found me quickly.

The next thing I remember is that hazy point between sleep and awake when you don't really know where you are or what's going on. All I know is I felt something on my face. I rubbed it with my paw and it was moist like I'd been drooling on myself all night. My eyes cracked open and I saw the figure of Ziggy standing over me. The back basement lights were still on so even thought it was darker in the room, there was still enough to see him clearly.

His pants were gone, and he was panting softly. His pinkish cock was hanging right above me and the consistency of the liquid on my face made it obvious that he'd cum on me. He shuddered and then looked down at me and a wiry smile crept across his muzzle. He bent over and put his nose right against mine and said, "That makes us even."

Needless to say our friendship was never the same again. Not that it was a bad thing, we were fuck buddies until we both went off and moved away, and sadly lost touch. Still send the occasional emails back and forth, but we both found other interests. Ziggy will always hold a special place in my heart though. Because of him I realized that there's nothing to be gained by sitting by and admiring from afar. Sometimes, some moments, you just have to seize and make your own.

Well, hopefully you enjoyed my little story, it was a fun way to remember. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go cum on my boyfriend's feet while he's sleeping.

The End.