Not much time passes before Ricky makes his move.

Of all the friends that were aware of your foot fetish, Ricky had the smelliest feet by far. What’s more, he was aware of that fact, and took great pride in it. Whenever he was part of a truth or dare game, he would consistently dare people to sniff his toes, and take great delight in watching their faces crinkle in disgust. He was a weird one, that Ricky, but his actions had provided many a night's voyeuristic entertainment.

With the low mumbling of the TV as a backdrop, Ricky absently toed his right shoe off. It came off after some work, revealing his greying and sweat-soaked white athletic socks. He'd gotten changed after football, sure, but he never changed his socks. The socks he was wearing now had spent a full day plastered to his sweating feet. He wiggled his toes in the sock, scrunching them and letting air pass through the toes. You became vaguely aware of a certain scent permeating the air of the room - just by removing one shoe, Ricky had stunk up his bedroom!

It was only then you noticed the shadow looming towards you.

You turned your head at the last minute, trying to get a clearer view of the impending danger. You felt the clammy warmth of a sweat-soaked material engulf your nose; the tangy, cheesy and all together repugnant aroma of Ricky's tired feet filled your senses. His foot had landed perfectly - your nose was lodged in the space between his long toes and the meaty ball of his foot, while the arch was pressing into your lips. You shuddered with arousal, but didn't give in completely. This was a matter of principal! Ricky was three months younger than you, so you couldn't just let this happen!

You tried to move away. Feeling this, Ricky grinned his all-American grin. "Uh-uh-uh." he said, extending his leg further and forcing his foot back onto your face. “I call the shots here, so just take a deeeeeep sniff, buddy!” he chuckled and slowly curled his stinking toes around your nose, creating a little sphere of stench in which your nose was now officially trapped. Again, you tried to turn your head, but Ricky wouldn't allow it. He thrust his leg out quite forcefully, and pressed your head against the wall. Finally, you gave in, and took one of the deepest sniffs you'd ever taken - it was like filling your entire body with Ricky's footstink. It sent a wave of ecstasy around your body, and caused a twang of pleasure to shoot through your central male organs.

Ricky continued to scrunch his toes around your nose, grinning like a mad-man. When he pushed you against the wall, he'd forced you into quite an odd position - one leg was up on the sofa, while the other was resting limply on the floor. This position, while uncomfortable, also offered your crotch no protection. So, when Ricky glanced down and saw the ever-growing bulge between your legs, he started to rub his foot up and down your face with renewed vigour. "Yeahhh, you love that, right? Sniffing MY feet! You can't hide it... and nor can your little friend!"