From young teen to U.S. Army Signal Corp Soldier! My name is Peter and I was born in New York City. I'm going to tell you the story of my ongoing friendship with two other boys that I have known for several years now.
When I was 17 years old I joined the U.S. Army Signal Corps and left for 3 years.
I've known Kevin since we were both 12 years old. We're like peanut butter and jelly. After spending countless hours of time with each other in school and in each other's apartments on weekends we became very close. When we were 13 years old Kevin made a confession that pleasantly surprised me. He told me about the night when he went into my sneakers when I was asleep and pulled out my sweaty socks that I had been wearing for two days and put them up to his nose and became very addicted to the strong vinegary aroma of them. He said the erection that my two smelly white sweat stained socks gave him was like none other in his life and his 6 inch cock started leaking precum like a fountain, so he jacked off while huffing them until he blew thick ropes of cum all over himself.
He knew that I was a very sound sleeper as he climbed back into the bed that we were sharing on our weekend sleepover, but this time he took the covers off of my two barefeet. He maneuvered himself so that his face was about two inches away from my soles and he stared at them, what he guessed was about 10 minutes. He could feel the warmth emanating on his face from them while ingesting my foot odor. Kevin was about to lose his mind when he decided to take the next step and run one of his fingers gently on one of my soles to see if there was any reaction from me.
Becoming bolder, he moved his face about an inch away and inhaled my aroma and closed his eyes. He stuck his wet boy tongue out and made contact with the bottom of my foot.. still no reaction from me. He carefully grasped my two barefeet in his hands and plunged his tongue between my toes as I snoozed, never tasting anything so magnificent.. warm tender sole of boyfoot! He took his time sucking my toes before giving my soles a complete tongue bath.
We normally slept in our underpants and shirtless. So often our bare limbs naturally crossed while we slept, intertwining legs, arms and feet was no big deal for us. Sometimes we would wake up and we were spooning one another. But something was different about this. The feeling Kevin had in his stomach made his entire body quiver as he maneuvered himself around so that he was laying on top of me. He couldn't believe the feeling that our two torso's coming into contact with each other gave him. His hairless chest was laying on top of my shins, his firm stomach on my thighs. His underwear clad pants were damp from precum as he quietly and carefully pushed his genitalia into mine, while his lanky bare legs straddled the sides of my chest and stomach. The tops of his tanned feet and toes fit the contours of my pectoral muscles and throat perfectly as he enjoyed the feeling of his toes wiggling below my hairless chin. Nothing in the world could compare to the boy on boy body heat generated by our naked flesh.
He switched the position of his two hands and grasped my right foot with his long fingers and gazed at my warm smelly appendage, his mouth just 2 inches from my toes while his pouty lips contemplated his next move. Kevin could feel the tacky moisture on his hands and fingers of my foot as he took deep breaths which enveloped the tops of my toes and foot intoxicating him. He tenderly took my big toe in his wet mouth and held it, moving his head up and down and swirling his tongue all around it to the pad of my wide big toe. He repeated this motion with all 9 other toes.
Kevin said I started whimpering softly in my sleep while he had my toes in his mouth, and he thought that I must have been dreaming.
My 7 inch cock became so rigid while he was telling me about his experience worshipping my feet, I could feel my underwear getting wet with precum drooling from my throbbing stiff member. I needed to experience what Kevin experienced from feet that excited him so much, and asked him if I could smell his feet too.
It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me in my young life and I loved it! Kevin and I became inseparable, and had plenty of time of mutual toe sucking, sole licking and foot massage. We discovered the art of giving each other foot jobs. I was blessed with long toes and could give Kevin great pleasure when I wrapped my toes around Kevin's thick 6 inch thick member. His favorite position was in the middle of his queen size bed with a thick cushion that I used to elevate his firm buttocks and cock, but not before tying his hands and ankles tightly to the bed posts. My toes and soles barely feathered his member and he would lose his mind before blowing 3 ropes of thick boy ejaculate all over my toes and feet, after which he would lick clean. Being that I was able to easily suck my own toes of my left foot I enjoyed the flavor of his ejaculate often too!
About two years later we were Rollerblading in Central Park and a kid who was about our age, caught my attention.. a shirtless lad with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and deep tan was kicking it on one of the park benches. He flashed a big smile and waved to me and Kevin. We both skated over to where he was sitting on the park bench and sat down next to him. He introduced himself as Bryan, who was also into Rollerblading as he was sporting Panther XT in line skates. I am mesmerized by his friendliness and good looks along with his hairless chest and legs. He was sitting on the bench with one of his rollerblades off, which he was holding in his hands and was in the process of pulling the other one off his other foot. It was a really warm day in Central Park and his stained white socks were damp with sweat and the vinegar aroma of his feet made Kevin and me instantly hard. Why is it that teenage boys who like feet become instantly psychic? Bryan knew that Kevin and I were foot lovers. He tells us that he is just resting a while before going home. He plans on trimming the callus on the soles of his feet. This is a complete jaw-dropping revelation from a boy that we just met. He pulled the warm sweat stained socks off of his two damp feet and handed one to Kevin and the other sock to me and we both put up to our noses and huffed Bryan's foot aroma quite enthusiastically. Without any reservation Bryan lifted his barefeet up proudly showing off his callus free soles and plump toes which he splayed for us. Here we are, three teenage boys sitting on a bench in Central Park on a hot summer day perspiring with dozens of people walking by and I unabashedly pick up Bryan's bare left foot up to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his sole before I buried my tongue between his toes. Kevin did the same to his right foot. People glanced at us and were unimpressed with what we were doing.
This 14 year old boy was simply teasing us when he said he was going home to shave the callus on his feet. Since Bryan's and Kevin's feet were virtually identical in size, he asked Kevin if he wanted to exchange skates and try his Rollerblades. Kevin eagerly pulled his blades and smelly socks off and put them on the bench next to where he was sitting. I've already conveyed how hot a day it was in Central Park and the teen boy foot odor doubled when Kevin took his blades off. A cloud of foot odor enveloped the three of us. He wanted to know how serious Bryan was about the his love of feet. As he lifted his left foot in the air he told Bryan to kiss and lick his sole. He reached out and took his foot in both hands and did as he was playfully instructed going beyond what Kevin expected.. Bryan held his foot up like a trophy for two or three minutes making love to it, right in Central Park making a head turning spectacle for hundreds of uninterested people passing by. The 3 of us laughed out loud while Bryan held Kevin's left foot flush against his cheek and loudly sang the Freddie Mercury Bohemian Rhapsody song. A group of about 100 people applauded and cheered his performance when he was done, Bryan raised Kevin's foot up high in the air, stood up and bowed, turned and bowed again.. New Yorkers are such maniacs! It was the beginning of a new friendship! Bryan and Kevin not only exchanged their blades with each other but their damp odor laden socks. The 3 of us skated for about 2 more hours before going to Bryan's house on 5th Avenue overlooking the Museum of Natural History. Bryan's apartment was on the 25th floor that had a view overlooking Central Park and you could clearly see the Hudson River. It was Saturday afternoon on a 90° day in New York City and the three of us skated right into his condo where he lived with his Mom, Dad and Irish Wolf Hound named Katy, who were home! Bryan gave his dad a fist bump and introduced Kevin and I to him. We were famished and very thirsty so Bryan took us into his kitchen for Poptarts and Pepsi, which we quickly devoured. We followed him to his large bedroom at the far end of the condo and he closed his door and flipped on his big screen monitor with an awesome sound system. He had his own bathroom with a jumbo tub and a walk in shower. Katy was laying on his king-size bed and he quickly ejected her from the bedroom.
Our feet were roasting in the Rollerblades. Since I wasn't involved in the Blade exchange earlier my dogs were the rankest I predicted. We all sat on the edge of his bed unlacing our blades and yanked them off. The aroma of vinegar laden footwear was beyond comprehension. The three of us collapsed on Bryan's bed with our socked feet hanging off the edge and we flexed our toes while thoroughly enjoying the A/C blowing cool air on us and our feet. We stayed in this position for about 20 minutes relaxing. I mentioned to Bryan that Kevin was the most expert foot massager and he responded immediately by telling him to pull off his socks and go to town doing what he does best. When Kevin was younger his parents knew of his interest in feet and they brought him a large comprehensive poster and book on reflexology when he was 10 years old. She would often give him foot massages before his bedtime when he was a little bigger than a toddler. When he was 12 years old his parents knew that he liked boys and that is shortly before I met him.
Kevin jumped up off of the bed and kneeled in front of Bryan's feet and mine. We both scooched over and laid back down on the bed so our feet weren't hanging off the edge any more. I pulled my t-shirt off and laid next to Bryan's so our shoulders were touching, and we pushed our socked feet together. Kevin grinned and got the most devilish look on his face when he wrapped his arms around our 4 feet and buried his face into our socked soles. We could feel him chewing and biting on the sweat stained fabric of our damp feet. I'm glad he wasn't a cannibal.. lol, I enjoyed him chewing aggressively on my heels, toes and sides of my feet through the fabric.. it felt good. It was a first time experience for Bryan and he loved it. Kevin peeled Bryan's socks off (actually they were his own sweaty socks) first and flopped them over his shoulder before doing the same with my feet too. Kevin took a moment to yank his socks off and put them on his shoulders too, Before kneeling back down before to the ripest barefeet he had right in his face.
For the next 3 years Kevin, Bryan and I spent countless hours together having sex with each other. We weren't concerned with STD's since we became sex partners exclusively with each other and made a pact. Our parents were completely aware of our friendship, and had no problem with it!
I decided to join the U.S. Army! I've had enough of not being productive in my young life. I'm 17 years old partying my ass off in New York City with my friends Kevin for the final night before Army recruiting sergeants will pick me up at 4 in the morning and take me to Fort Hamilton where I will join a bunch of other teenagers my age and a little older for a ride to Laguardia airport.
I can't even see straight, but these sergeants don't care or sympathize with me. I'm torn up! They put us all on a bus to Laguardia airport where we took our flight to Lawton Fort Sill regional airport for our first day of United States Army basic training! Drill sergeants are awaiting when we land at the airport and immediately put us on buses to the Army base.. We get off the bus and they are screaming at the top of their lungs at us. I had a very serious attitude problem, I kid you not! I never even intended on joining the service when I took the ASVAB test. My friend Bryan and me were in Los Angeles when he couldn't get a job to save his life, and decided to join the service. He told me about an appointment he had to take the test to enter the service and asked me to take it along with him. We were both getting loaded drinking Night Train and smoking large amounts of pot. I was working and had no problem getting a job. I decided to go along with Bryan in the morning and take the test to join the service for shits and giggles. An Army recruiter came and picked us in the morning and drove us to 11000 Wilshire boulevard where we were administered the ASVAB test. I entered a large room with about 100 other teenagers that were taking the ASVAB test that day. I was entirely hung over and could barely keep my eyes open but I managed my way through the test with flying colors. When we were filing out of the room the recruiters pointed at me and directed me to come over to where they were standing and told me that I had the the highest score in the room that day. They wanted to know what I wanted to do as far as an Army job. They made it clear to me that there was nothing that I couldn't do. As I told you I had no real intention of joining the service, but I mentioned to them that I would be interested in communications if I were to join, and I would think about it.
I went back to New York City and hung out with my friends getting loaded on cocaine, pot and sucking cock . I always had in the back of my mind that I could pursue a military life. After several months of not getting anything accomplished in my life I decided to go see the local recruiter and be all I can be, lol. They had my ASVAB scores on file and were very interested in getting me to join the Army. They have several questions they need to ask when you are in front of them in the office before you even go to the recruiting station to get your physical exam. Everything like my sexual preference and criminal record.. when they asked me if I smoked pot I told them honestly that I did, and his response to me was "don't tell the doctor when he asks me!" The next step was taking me to Fort Hamilton for my physical exam where a bunch of naked teenage boys are eagerly awaiting their examination. It's was a very thorough examination from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. The doctor's warm hand heartily squeezed and rolled my testicles around before telling me to bend over and plunged his lubricated finger in my tight anus. I was weighed, measured and probed. Blood was drawn from every one of us.
After the physical exam was completed we were all taken to another large room where they had us raise our hand and swear an oath to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic, and at that moment I was officially in the United States Army.
They set an appointment for me to report for duty which was about 2 weeks later and I went home and partied my ass off with my friend Kevin. We smoked, snorted and drank my asses off! I had to meet the recruiter at 4 o'clock in the morning and I was literally getting loaded at 3:30 AM with my friend Kevin. He went with me to 64th and Broadway and gave me away to the Army recruiter.
The 1st day of basic training was a whirlwind of activities that began with the confiscation of every personal possession in your life. Next comes the infamous military haircut that literally takes about a minute and a half.
All of my personal possessions along with every stitch of clothing that I walked in with was taken from me and bagged and I was given 4 sets of uniforms. Two pair of boots that are measured to my feet, along with 4 pair of OD green socks and duffel bag personalized with my name on it.
During this very busy 1st day of basic training the drill sergeants are still screaming at every one of us non-stop between every activity and told we will learn to get very close to all of our fellow recruits. I have just come in contact with recruits from every State of the Union and told when we line up to go to the chow hall our boots will physically touch the recruit in front of you, just as the recruit behind you, Heel to Toe!
As your very 1st day in the Army winds down you are taken to a big room where all the bunk beds are. Drill sergeants show you how to make your bunk. At the other end of the large room is the latrine. The toilet facilities where there are 10 toilets in a room with no stalls in between them. We are gonna get trained to shit, shower and shave nude in front of everybody else with no qualms!
You have one final task before lights go out and that is to write a letter to your next of kin. I was stunned by the activities of that very 1st day of U.S. Army basic training, since I landed in Lawton Oklahoma at 11 o'clock that morning.
As you sit in a giant room with 60 other buff young recruits from all over the United States writing your letters to your loved ones, very few words are exchanged amongst each other. Glances are exchanged, But nobody says anything to each other. I can't help but notice that everybody has taken their boots and plenty of them stripped the O.D. Green socks off their feet and set them aside by their bunk. There is the aroma of feet wafting through this big room as we haven't showered yet. These brand new stiff boots make my feet ache, and I think of the last foot massage my childhood friend Kevin gave me before I left. I wish he was here with me now to check out all of the feet in this room.
Drill sergeants have told us the lights will go out at 9 PM and we should be in our bunk under covers. You wonder to yourself what this is all about as you haven't been to bed this early since you were a child!
I'm sure you have heard this story dozens of times before. Somebody is beating the shit out of a garbage can and throws it in the middle of the room. He is screaming at the top of his lungs to get up out of bed and get dressed. He doesn't have the decency to turn on the ligit's and yells at us to get out on the field and fall in! It's 4 A.M. and I open my eyes and look at the ceiling.. I say to myself 'where the hell am I and how did I get here'? I am still hung over from partying my last night in New York City. This asshole is threatening us to be outside within 6 minutes dressed. I get out there and he shows us how to lineup, and the next thing this dick head is doing is making us do jumping jacks, push ups and some variation of calisthenics I never did in my life!
He gives us a brief run down on the activities of the day and lines us up to go to the Chow hall, Where we will have about 3 minutes to eat our first meal. This cocksucker takes us out to the middle of a field where we are all standing holding our Johnsons, and the next thing we were bombarded with beer cans of CS tear gas. The bastard yells at us through a megaphone to put our gas masks on, But we are all choking and our insides are coming out through our nasal passages! We are taken back to the barracks where we all shower and prepare for the rest of the day. We are going to go on a 12 mile March with rucksacks and shelter half. It is February in Oklahoma and pretty damn cold with a layer of snow on the ground. First aid is heavily emphasized during basic training. We are taught how to do a Tracheostomy, and none of us will ever suffer from frostbite of the feet. This wild bastard makes 2 privates demonstrate the act of saving your buddy's feet. I only wish that I could have been involved in the demonstration as it looked like great fun. When you suspect that your buddy or yourself has frostbite of the feet you will remove your footwear and socks and place the soles of your feet in your buddies shirt which he will partially open so you can them on his bare chest until his body heat restores your feet!
We all proceed to do the 12 mile March and are at the rendezvous point where we will set up pup tents using our shelter halves. Being a city boy I never set up a pup tent in my life much less March 12 miles. We are all informed that 3 of us will be sleeping in the 2 man pup tent. Once again these bastards want us to learn how to get close to each other! Score! It is now nighttime and the pup tents have been set up. I am paired up with 2 other young delicious looking recruits who set up the two shelter halves together and we are ready to go to sleep. Without taking our fatigues off the 3 of us pull our boots and socks off before climbing into the pup tent. The 2 more experienced country boys that I shared this tent with tell me that it would be more comfortable if I sleep in the middle, but my head down by their unclad feet. I laugh at them as I told them this is no problem at all for me. They each put a barefoot on my chest and I wrapped my arms around both of them pulling them together under face. I hit the lottery on two other foot lovers scoring on a cold February night in Oklahoma. I absorbed the body heat from the soles of their feet radiating on my face and I was in heaven as I went to sleep. My right foot and left foot were grabbed by Parker and Davis respectively and held for safekeeping. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt their tongues bathing the soles of my feet.
It's 8 weeks later and I finished basic training. I had to be shipped to the other side of Fort Sill where my A.I.T. school was. Radio operator/Mechanic which was a 10 week course. I've been wearing these very tight constricting boots for about 14 weeks now and I began to feel a discomfort in the bottom of my right foot. It felt like I had a piece of glass in my sole. The next morning I went on sick call to see the medic and describe the problem. He was very young and cute. He had me remove my boot and sock and told me to let him examine the bottom of my foot, which he put in his lap, he picked up my foot and closely looked at it.. it was a merely a deep callus that he removed for me with a razor blade, but not before giving me a woody from all of his attention.
I graduated basic training and advanced individual training at Fort Sill Oklahoma and an had orders to report to the 1st Bn/12th Calvary in Fort Hood Texas, 30 days later.
Kevin was eagerly awaiting my arrival. I missed him dearly and couldn't wait to make passionate love to him. I took a taxi from Laguardia to his apartment on Central Park West and he was home alone, as his parents were traveling on an extended vacation in Europe. The best part was that Kevin and I were clean and sober for the first time in a long time! His doorman Carlos gave me a fist bump and big smile when I arrived at the apartment and told me I looked great in my uniform. He said Kevin was stir crazy and awaiting my arrival. Kevin knew what time I was going to arrive and he was naked when I got into the apartment. We kissed passionately for 10 minute before he pushed me down on his king size bed and began to strip all of my uniform off of me. Over the next 30 days there was an exchange of so much ejaculate between the 2 of us we could have filled a half gallon jug with it. I absolutely adored swallowing Kevin's ejaculate, As he did mine. I wanted him to come to Texas with me, Where we could get an apartment off base in Killeen Texas. But he was enrolled in a technical college.
I was a celebrity of sorts when I reported to Fort Hood Texas and was picked up at the airport by a couple of soldiers in a Jeep who took me to the base. I was a radio operator/mechanic for an mechanized infantry company and I had my own section in the motor pool. The company was out in the field on a field exercise when I got there and I reported to the first sergeant who told me to go about my business, relax and await there return. They returned about 4 hours later and it was hell on Earth. They were Hell Raising monsters. It was my duty to introduce myself to every single one of them so they knew who I was and became familiar with me and what I could do for them. The first people I introduced myself to were the staff of the headquarters platoon. We all had very large rooms that were semi private with locks on the doors.
I knocked on the door across from my own and a young lad named Chappelle was in his room and laid back down on his bed. He was a friendly guy that was still wearing his combat fatigues and brown T-shirt except he was barefoot and manipulating his toes while rubbing his feet. I introduced myself and told him what I did and he impressed me with his friendliness. I proceeded knocking on doors all the way down the halls of the company area and introduce myself to everyone. They were happy that they finally had a radio operator in their company.
I went back to my own room and got into civilian attire and kicked back and relaxed. A couple of months passed before I had a roommate to share my very large room with. His name was Frey who was also from New York City. We got to be very close together and traveled on weekends going to Austin going to punk clubs and raised hell. We became really close as we shared the same feet fetish interest late at night in our private room! I really enjoyed being in the army and never regretted a day of it!