The immaculate white towers rising up high into the air before you were so absolutely beautiful that it took all your willpower not to throw yourself down at them. Tails was giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to do ANYTHING you wanted to his feet, and though your lust for the young boy’s soles was incredibly strong, you knew that savoring every single second would wind up being far more pleasurable.
When you finally shuffle across the last few inches of puffy comforter and make it to the base of Tails’s heel, you decide to look up and admire the splendor of the masterpiece before you. The sock covering the boy’s foot was a thick number; very few features of the sole underneath showed through the fabric. However even just by the general shape of them, you could tell that they were simply gorgeous. The socks themselves rode up Tails’s leg, terminating at his ankle in a thick, scrunched up puff that extended well past the width of his foot.
The inner footwear looked similar in type to the kind worn by Silver; if you had to hazard a guess, you would think that these were Tails’s everyday socks, worn under the cover of his classic red and white sneakers. However, it struck you as odd that they were so impeccably clean. Based on what you could remember with Silver (in a bygone age that seemed like a lifetime ago), a giant’s socks still accumulated SOME dirt as their owner traipsed around the house in them.
Sure, Tails could fly...but so could Silver, and HIS socks looked absolutely rancid compared to these snow-white cotton coverings. Either Tails NEVER removed his sneakers, or these socks were brand new and just recently placed on his feet.
Looking up at the impressive splendor must have caused your heart rate to increase, because after the initial stupefaction wore off, you became aware of the shrill, rapid beeping of the heart monitor a short distance away. You blink away the remnants of the daze in time to see Tails peek over the edge of the pad and cast a reassuring smile down at you.
That compassionate look being sent to you from behind a pair of sublime feet sent your heart aflutter; making the pad chime in a gleeful tone which matched the sentiment that it announced. Lord above, it really HAD been way too long since you received this kind of recognition from someone, and you didn’t know how desperately you missed it until right at this moment. The feeling is so nice and warm that you want to hold onto it for as long as you possibly can, like a child grasping at their favorite stuffed animal.
You suck in a large breath through your nose. The air is warm around you, no doubt due to your proximity to Tails’s soles, but you’re shocked by the fact that there wasn’t much of a putrid smell wafting around. Instead, everything smelled rather pleasant, like fresh laundry detergent that was weakened due to the passage of time.
Years upon years of foot fetishism have trained you to associate that particular smell, when mixed with the warmness of someone’s feet, with instantaneous arousal. The breath you release comes out in shivers as pleasurable tingles course throughout your body at the delightful scent. The smell is just enough to give you the energy (and bravery) needed to reach out with both hands and stroke the pristine surface that practically begged to be touched.
The palms of your hands gently caress the thick fabric, giving you the sensation of slowly brushing your hands across a thick, luxurious pillow. If you closed your eyes, you probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between this and the inanimate object, save for the pleasant sultriness of the foot in front of you. You wrap your fingers around a fistful of sock and squeeze gently. You feel nothing but puffy cotton in your grip, so you squeeze tighter, all in an attempt to gauge the thickness of the socks. Apparently, they were almost impenetrably thick; no matter how hard you tightened your grasp, you could feel nothing of the skin or musculature that lay underneath.
Of course, the socks themselves were nothing to scoff at. You bring your face in close and take another deep whiff. The smell is so powerful that it seems to invade your mouth, causing your eyes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. You can’t get enough of that smell, which seems to straddle the line between both clean AND dirty. The powerful overtones and subtle low notes you detect cause you to lean in and press your entire face deep into the surface of the boy’s powerful sole.
The deep breaths you take fill your lungs with the divine aroma of Tails’s feet. You want to coat your entire body with the stuff and smell like it forever, so you move closer and begin rubbing your body all over the sole of the young giant. Your arms trace wide circles above your head, while your neck gently shakes back and forth in order to further rub your face into the smooth cotton; your lower torso, meanwhile, slowly gyrates against the pillowy surface. The feeling of your semi-hard dick swirling around inside your pants against the soft yet resilient wall in front of you made your balls and prostate tense in excitement.
Each breath teased you with a delectable taste, but you don’t go so far as to put your lips onto the surface of the sock. Mixing in the smell of your own breath and saliva would only sully the absolutely perfect bouquet with far inferior smells. Something this magnificent deserved to be enjoyed on its own, and as thoroughly as possible.
So deep is your immersion in the scent that you begin to lose all sense of time. The only thing keeping you remotely tethered to any notion of reality is the erratic squealing of the heart monitor, as it tried its best to report every pulse of your impassioned heartbeat. You did hear Tails speak, but his words blurred together and lost all meaning as you focused your attention on the godly expanse in front of you.
Finally, in a far shorter time than you would have wanted, the glistening socked soles slowly pull away from you. In your dazed state of abject pleasure, you step forward a bit to follow them, but you stop when Tails shifts himself around and folds his legs underneath him. Your panting breath cools your throat and lungs, and the influx of oxygen gradually allows you to come back to your senses, at least somewhat.
The only thing you’re truly conscious of is Tails swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and fiddling with something down by his feet.
He swipes and taps the pad placed next to him a few times and says “Control test yielded surprising results…already the subject has exceeded expectations. Data shows immense levels of pleasure and sexual arousal on part of the test subject, which may well have begun to influence the test taker as well.”
With that, he glances back in your direction and gives you a slight wink. In time, he finishes with whatever he was doing under the bed and swings his feet back up in front of you. He says, “The testing will now continue with variation one.”
The pair of socks displayed before you looked identical to the ones he had just had on, save for one very crucial detail. While the other socks were blindingly white and clean as untouched mounds of snow, the ones before you now were nowhere near as pristine. Large swaths of the soles were discolored; huge footprint-shaped areas that stretched across the surface of each sock were completely brown. You could see that the individual fibers of these areas were matted together, and pressed flatter than the other areas of the socks. You have no doubt the cotton was pressed flat by the giant boy’s weight coming down on them an untold number of times.
Right away, the air begins to take on a far different aroma. No longer is the scent you smell balanced thinly between filthy and fresh; it’s undeniable that these socks reeked of something terrifically pungent. Your already rock hard member tightened immensely the moment the smell went up your nose. Your mind was fogged yet again, and your body went into autopilot in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure in your pants and bring on the ultimate bliss.
You close the distance to Tails’s feet and waste absolutely no time rubbing all up against them. The deep whiffs you take betray the slightest whisper of the clean smell you reveled in before, but it’s undeniable that the overwhelming scent was a cheesy cocktail of young boy sweat and skin. The dirty brown spot in front of you, which was caked with pressed-in dust and debris, was imploring you to partake in a taste.
But just a taste wouldn’t satisfy you now. Your tongue hangs out as you push your entire head into the filthy pillow of the sock; letting everything the boy had stepped in drag across the surface of your tongue and freely enter your mouth. Then you suck, gnaw, lick and massage the little patch with your mouth, desiring to take in the forgotten remnants stuck to the bottom of the young god's beautiful, worship-worthy feet.
His taste was the best thing you've experienced in eons. It was both salty and sweet at the same time, and not bitter in the slightest. The other boys may have tasted like the shaper of cheeses, but Tails brought to mind the mild, pleasant taste of yellow cheddar. You feel your lower body tense up with each slobbery lick. Then, the bombardment of sensations turns you into a weak, wobbling mess, so much so that you unconsciously blow your load onto the interior of your pants. The warm cum squirts out of your dick in violent streams, coating your entire private area with ounces upon ounces of delectable boy juice.
Though you figure that not even THAT could beat the taste of what you were sampling at the moment.
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