Max, who had been comforting Jake, looked up when he noticed Jake becoming less aggitated. As he looked up at Jake, Max noticed he had a stange expression
on his face.
As Max looked at up at him from his position on the floor kneeling infront of Jake's size 20 sock-feet, Jake said, "Hey, Man, don't freak or nothin', but I was
wondering...."
"Yes?" said Max as innocently as possible, though his heart was racing.
"Ummm...well...I wanted to know..." Jake hemmed and hawed around the question. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, to ask. He had felt the desire
growing for a short time now. The question is, how would Max, one of his friends and a big ol' straight jock, react to such an uncommono request. Still, the longer
he waited to ask, the more intense his duel disires grew--to be barefoot and to touch Max's beautiful, now bare, feet. "I'd better grow some balls fast," Jake thinks
to himself, "or else mine are going to EXPLODE!"
"What is it, Buddy?" Max's question brings Jake back to the hear-and-now. Jake could see that Max had a tender caring expression on his face...or was it just
'brotherly' concern--like when your buddy is injured on the playing field.
"Max, here's the deal. I wanted to ask--and I totally understand if you say no--but can I, I mean is there anyway...Oh Hell! Dude, I want to touch, to rub, to sniff
and lick your big, beautiful feet so bad!" There, he said it! As Jake continued speaking, he could feel the tears start again, not from shame but from desire. "I mean,
Dude, I totally understand if you hate me and never wnat to talk to me again, but I was going to explode if I didn't ask. Please, Max, can I touch them just once,
pleae?"
Max looks up at his best friend and says in a low voice....