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WARNING: The following story has young characters taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Supersportysoles

It was a warm, overcast Wednesday afternoon at Poplar Street School in Willowdale. Oliver Medford and his fellow classmates headed back to the classroom after lunch as their blue sheep teacher, Ms. Lambert, was writing the words “The Bill of Rights” on the board. As the bell rang, the kids took their seats and promptly opened their history books to the appropriate section.

“Hello class,” said Ms. Lambert with a warm smile, adjusting her glasses. “I hope all of you enjoyed your lunch hour. Now, let’s start our afternoon U.S. history lesson.” She then knocked on the words she wrote and asked, “Who remembers what the Bill of Rights is from yesterday’s lecture?”

Oliver raised his hand.

“Yes, Oliver?” asked Ms. Lambert.

Oliver cleared his throat. “The Bill of Rights are the first ten amendments to the Constitution, adopted while Washington was President.”

“Perfect,” said Ms. Lambert. “Can anyone recall which particular amendment gives us the right to a fair trial?” Several students raised their hands, and she randomly pointed at one of them. “Monique?”

“The Eighth Amendment?” guessed Monique Adamczyk, a brace-faced donkey girl with blonde hair.

“No, not quite.” Ms. Lambert picked another. “Matt?”

Matt Porter, a Dalmatian boy in an orange sweater and blue jeans, coughed and then regained his composure. “Excuse me. I believe it was the...Sixth Amendment.”

“That’s correct,” said the teacher. “Today we’ll start exploring each amendment in detail, although we won’t finish today because you all have P.E. in an hour.”

The class took out their notebooks, ready to take detailed notes. On the board, Ms. Lambert started to write the notes she wanted the students to copy.

“So, the First Amendment is all about one thing: freedom, freedom, and freedom!” she said enthusiastically. “Freedom of religion, the press, assembly...”

All of a sudden, scribbling noises were heard in one corner of the room. Jimmy Rojas, a monkey boy in a green hoodie notorious for goofing off in class, was snickering quietly and drawing pictures of Matt with speech bubbles.

“Hey Matt!” said Jimmy, holding up his crudely drawn sketch. “It’s you with a nose plug! Why? Because your voice is so nasally it’s like you’re on helium!”

“Stop it, Jimmy!” said Oliver sternly as Jimmy laughed. Luckily, Ms. Lambert nipped the teasing straight in the bud.

“Alright Jimmy, that’s the last straw!” she said, narrowing her eyes. “After class, you’ll be copying four hundred times ‘I must not tease and draw offensive pictures of my classmates’!”

“Yes, Ms. Lambert,” said Jimmy dejectedly.

The students later headed to the gymnasium and changed into their P.E. clothes. For some odd reason, a row of giant red curtains separated the gym from the bleachers. The kids stood shoulder to shoulder in a line, wondering what was set up for them behind the curtains, as Coach Veasey, a burly ragdoll cat, shuffled back and forth in front of them. Oliver took a peek at Matt, the only kid with a tank top and long athletic pants, and admired his physique, muscular yet slender like his own, only a bit taller.

“Okay, ladies and gents,” said Coach Veasey as he faced the students. “Remember last week when I told you that I was gonna really challenge you? Well, today is the day, folks. A true test of concentration, reflexes, and strength.”

Some of the class groaned.

“Aw, c’mon, lighten up, kiddos!” chortled Coach Veasey. “You’ll have a ball!”

“Hey Matt,” whispered Oliver in Matt’s ear, “I have a slight suspicion about what’s hidden behind those curtains.”

“Really?” asked Matt.

“Please welcome...” announced Coach Veasey as he drew the curtains open, “...the obstacle course.”
And an obstacle course it was. This one was gigantic, covering the whole gymnasium floor and starting and ending at a particular spot in front of the bleachers. The kids oohed and aahed at the sight of it.

“Wow, all this for us?” said Matt.

“This is gonna be a blast!” said Oliver as he and Matt high-fived each other.

“Okay, folks,” said Coach Veasey. “Since we have an even number of students, each of you will compete in teams of two. I’ll track each individual’s time with these stopwatches. You’ll have two laps on the obstacle course, and after everyone crosses the finish line, I’ll announce the third, second, and first place winners. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Jimmy raised his hand.

“Rojas?” said Coach Veasey.

“Uh, may I be excused due to this exercise being total mediocrity?” asked Jimmy.

“No, you’re all doing this, bud.”

Jimmy sighed and shook his head.

“Any other questions?” asked Coach Veasey as his eyes perused the class.

Silence.

“Good, that means we’re ready,” he said, clapping his hands once. “Mr. Medford, you’ll be with Porter here.”

“Awesome!” whooped Oliver and Matt in unison. After the other teams were picked, they all lined up at the starting marker, with Oliver and Matt being second in line.

“On your marks...” announced Coach Veasey. “Get set...”

The second he blew his whistle, the kids took off running and cheering each other on. First they went up the stairs and walked along one row of bleachers before going down another set of stairs. Then came a metal balance beam, followed by a set of hurdles. Many of the shorter kids ducked through the hurdles or almost tripped on them. Despite his shorter stature, though, Oliver hopped over them with no difficulty. The next section consisted of a complex hopscotch board and a few ropes to jump over. Then came a multi-colored rock wall to the top of a big stack of blue gym mats, followed by a narrow rope bridge to another stack of mats. Matt felt himself swaying and stuck his foot through a hole in the bridge.

“Stay to the center and you’ll be fine!” said Oliver.

“I’m trying!” replied Matt.

After the rope bridge were two ropes attached to the top of the stack of mats for the kids to rappel back down to the gym floor. The next section headed into a side room with a copse of punching bags to squeeze through, then a giant mirror maze. Matt bumped into one of the mirrors and wobbled when the path turned a corner.

“Talk about clumsy!” laughed Carmen Fanucci, a dark-haired blue mouse girl. “Jimmy and I make the best team!”

“Seems like the Piggy-Wiggy Dance came back to you, Porter!” taunted Jimmy, snorting like a pig. “Lost your 20/20 vision, Mr. Oinky?”

“Water off a duck’s back, water off a duck’s back,” whispered Matt to himself as he continued navigating the maze.

After getting back into the main gymnasium, the kids ran up to a big vertical net to climb up and sideways to get to a side platform. They slid across a small bridge with rolling pipes and zoomed down a teal corkscrew slide. The following section was another set of hurdles and a row of tires to step over, then a small horizontal ladder over two small stacks of gym mats, and then a suspended rope over a round pool of clean water. As Oliver swung the rope to the other side, Matt grabbed his hand to help him off. The next section was a complex slalom around stacks of chairs, known as “Sticky Trees” for the obstacle course. Immediately after that was a set of long white plastic tinikling sticks that hit the ground twice and slid inwards at a tempo on repeat, then a crawl-through tunnel with five corners. As Oliver followed Matt, he admired the shape of his nicely rounded butt and the size of his shoes.

“You okay back there?” asked Matt as he looked back and smiled.

“Perfectly okay,” replied Oliver.

After the tunnel was a set of trampolines over a foam pit, then a small platform that lifted the kids to a glass-enclosed elevated walkway. Inside was a pair of lasers, one to jump over and one to duck under. After the lasers and a staircase that sounded xylophone notes on each step, the final obstacle was a tandem alpine luge that went all the way down to a multi-colored ball pit before the start/finish line. The coach cheered each team on as the kids went around for a second lap of the course. At the conclusion, several teams were panting and sweating while sitting on the bleachers.

“Each of you did a remarkable job surviving two laps,” said Coach Veasey. “How does everyone feel?”

Everyone cheered and clapped.

“Thankfully not as strenuous as training for the Olympics,” said Felicia Smith, a hyena girl with a tuft of blonde hair.

“Right you are, Miss Smith,” chuckled Coach Veasey. “Now to announce the winners. Third place...Liang and Weisgarber.”

The kids cheered as a panda boy and an aqua dog girl with a mass of messy teal hair, named Reginald Liang and Vanessa Weisgarber, respectively, went up to receive their medals. Felicia and a beaver boy named Timmy Tolbert were declared second place and collected their medals.

“And today’s first-place winners are...wait for it...Porter and Medford!”

“YES!” cheered Oliver and Matt as they high-fived and collected their medals.

“And exceptional teamwork you two had on the course,” said Coach Veasey, patting them on the back.

The class entered their locker rooms, separated by gender, and changed into their regular clothes. As Oliver finished changing in his stall, he noticed a large, smooth, well-arched pair of bare feet in jeans walk by, leaving behind steamy footprints on the tile floor. He opened the stall door to take a peek, and he saw that those feet belonged to Matt, who sat on a bench to stretch. In doing so, Matt’s smooth white soles and perfectly rounded arches became visible, and his toes decreased gradually in size on each foot.

“Mmmm, Egyptian, my favorite toe alignment,” whispered Oliver to himself. He then sat next to Matt on the bench, not knowing that he grew a boner in his pants.

“Had a good workout, huh?” he said.

“Yeah, it really paid off,” said Matt.

“Hey Matt?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

Oliver took a deep breath. “I saw your....feet.”

“You did?”

“Y-yeah,” said Oliver, stuttering a bit. “You have such gorgeous feet.”

“Well, gee, nobody ever told me that before,” chuckled Matt.

“It’s so true,” said Oliver with a little giggle as he looked at Matt’s trimmed toenails. “Everything is beautiful about them, your toes, your soles, your heels, and your pedicure.”

“I suppose you wanna touch them?” asked Matt.

“Y-yeah, I do.”

“How about this,” said Matt as he leaned in and cupped his hand. He then said softly, “Meet me by the alley two blocks from school, at a quarter to four.”

“Wait till everybody’s long gone?” replied Oliver with a grin as he kissed Matt on the cheek. “My school boy crush.”

School let out at 3:30pm, and Oliver moseyed down the sidewalk, remembering the meeting spot that Matt told him. Upon reaching the alley, he looked inside the alley, perusing the old, industrial architecture of the buildings.

“Hey Oliver!” called a voice behind him. He turned around, and there was Matt, strutting into the alley towards him with a cheerful smile.

“Hi Matt,” said Oliver. “This is the exact alleyway you were talking about, right?”

“Yes it is, buddy,” replied Matt. “In a place like this, no one will ever see us.”

The two boys found a hidden spot in the alley with no windows on the overlooking buildings. Matt unzipped his backpack and took out a thick beach towel and laid it on the asphalt.

“What’s with the beach towel?” asked Oliver.

“Just so we can be comfortable while sitting down,” said Matt, “rather than on the hard ground underneath.”

“Hehe, you have a point,” said Oliver, raising an eyebrow. “My friend Fiona once laid on her stomach on an empty basketball court as she was reading a novel, and she told me she had to get up after only three minutes.”

“Who?” asked Matt.

“Fiona Von Zeipel, the purple raccoon girl with the thick eyebrows.”

“Oh yeah, I think I’ve seen her before.”

“Anyway,” said Oliver as he rubbed his hands together, “I wanna see those attractive feet of yours.”

“No problem,” said Matt as he took off his shoes and socks, revealing his bare human feet. His toenails were a tad long from not trimming them for a couple of days, but of course they were still short.

“Well, hello there, Matt’s bare feet,” chortled Oliver. “I missed you since P.E.”

“My feet missed you too, Oliver.” Matt gave a cute smile and wiggled all ten of his toes.

“Can I smell them?” asked Oliver.

“That’s why we’re here, of course I’ll let you sniff and touch them.”

Without hesitation, Oliver dove his big brown nose right into Matt’s white soles and toes and took a couple of deep sniffs, cooing as he exhaled. They smelled like stinky, sweaty, worn-out socks.

“The perfect smell for a perfect pair of feet,” said Oliver as he stroked the soles and toes with his hands and started getting an erection in his pants.

“Oooooh,” uttered Matt.

“What is it, Matt?” asked Oliver.

“My feet have never been treated with such care,” said Matt as he closed his eyes. “It feels like a dream. So much that I should lose my turtleneck.” He then removed his orange sweater, exposing his well-built chest and nipples.

“I don’t blame you,” said Oliver as he stroked the Dalmatian boy’s tops. The bulge in his pants was now at full mast. “This is gonna sound weird, but...”

“I kinda like weird things,” said Matt.

“My girlfriend Roberta said I should do this to another boy my age,” said Oliver. He promptly removed his hat, shoes, socks, coat, shirt, pants, and underwear, presenting himself in the buff. Matt stared at him, a bit surprised.

“Gosh, Oliver,” he said.

“Are you okay with this?” asked Oliver.

“Yeah, it’s just...” Matt thought for a second. “I’ve never seen another boy’s naked body up close.”

“The second Roberta saw it for the first time, she couldn’t take her eyes off me,” said Oliver as he posed with his hand on his hip, looking back with his bottom facing his friend.

“Hehe, such a cute slender physique,” giggled Matt. “Wonder why you got naked in the first place?”

“I think this will tell you,” said Oliver as he placed his erect penis on the sole of Matt’s right foot.

“Do you want me to move my feet or just move your hips to rub them?” asked Matt.

“Hmmm, I think I want control this time.” Oliver started to move his hips slowly to rub his penis back and forth on Matt’s right foot, then did the same on the sole of the left foot. He could feel the softness from the sweat making the Dalmatian boy’s feet damp.

“Mmmmm, I never knew a pair of male feet would feel so slick and smooth on my pee pee,” said Oliver.

“You’ve done this with female feet before?” asked Matt as he wiggled his toes on Oliver’s penis.

“Only with Roberta’s massive feet,” said Oliver, “but guys are sexy too. Especially shirtless guys with jeans. What shoe size do you wear?”

“Men’s 10,” said Matt. “Big enough to make your pee pee feel electric.”

Oliver soon began to hump the smooth tops of Matt’s feet, then switched to the underside of the toes and across the toenails. Matt giggled here and there, pleased to see that his friend was so lustful. In a matter of minutes, Oliver squirted his load of semen on the balls of Matt’s feet before sitting back and panting.

“Man, it felt amazing to cum on your feet,” he said. “Those footprints you left behind in the locker room were a clear sign that they were super sweaty, super stinky, and super sporty.”

Matt laughed heartily. “This stuff feels kinda gooey on my feet, I’ll wipe it up with a Kleenex.”

“Do you have a spare?” asked Oliver.

“Yeah, I do,” said Matt as he took a tissue from his jeans pocket and wiped up the semen. “I’m glad you asked that, because I wanna...”

“Yes?” said Oliver, grinning and fluttering his eyes.

Matt started to sweat a little. “I-I-I wanna rub my penis on your feet too!”

Oliver took a closer look at Matt’s jeans and saw a raging boner poking up in the crotch area. “Well, whip it out then.”

“What do you mean?” asked Matt.

“Take your jeans and undies off, show me that penis of yours,” said Oliver.

“Here goes.” Matt unbuckled his brown belt and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans off, then his tighty whities, revealing his erect white circumcised penis which was bigger than Oliver’s and had a couple of Dalmatian spots on the shaft.

“Nice body, Spotty!” said Oliver, giggling. “Hey, that rhymes!”

“Thanks, what do you like about it?” asked Matt.

“Well, aside from your lovely big feet,” said Oliver as he stroked and rubbed his hands all over Matt’s naked body, “your build is perfectly slender, your skin is perfectly sweaty and soft and smooth, you have strong arms and legs, your chest and nipples are sexy, your butt is so cute and firm, and of course I love your big, hard penis.”

“Come touch it,” coaxed Matt as he motioned toward it.

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Oliver. He brushed his fingers lightly on the shaft and gently held and stroked the penis a few times with his warm hands, feeling it twitch in response with a bit of pre leaking out.

“Mmf!” uttered Matt.

“I hope I’m not hurting you, Matt,” said Oliver worriedly.

“You’re not, it feels so good to have my pee pee touched by another boy my age.”

Oliver winked. “I know another way to touch it.”

“Let me guess, your cute sexy feet,” said Matt.

“Bingo!” yelled Oliver excitedly. In an instant, he curled all ten of his toes and brushed his toenails on Matt’s penis. The feeling was truly magical for Matt, for he started moaning in pleasure. Oliver’s next move had him rubbing his soles and the undersides of his toes against the penis, jerking it, stroking it, and kneading it. He even used his toes to play with his scrotum and balls.

“Wanna know a new game?” asked Oliver.

“Oooh, what is it?” wondered Matt. “I promise I won’t be a bad sport.”

“It’s actually a game you’d enjoy losing,” said Oliver. “It’s called hotdogging. It’s where I tug on your pee pee and squeeze it really hard between my feet. You want to try it?”

Matt nodded yes.

Oliver put one foot on the front of the Dalmatian boy’s penis and one foot behind it, then squeezed the shaft downward and gradually harder. Matt shivered in utter pleasure as his pee pee twitched and twitched in the possession of the white dog boy’s smooth stinky soles. Oliver went back to kneading and stroking as Matt bucked his hips and breathed heavily.

“I think my semen’s gonna come out,” said Matt. “Do that hotdog thing again with your feet!” Oliver squeezed downward onto Matt’s penis, hoping he was satisfying Matt in every way. “HARDER!” yelled Matt, on the brink of orgasm. Oliver squeezed even harder, feeling the penis twitch madly.

“OHHHHHHHH!!” cried Matt as his milky semen shot out of his penis in thick, creamy streams onto Oliver’s feet and legs and on the beach towel. When his orgasm was finished, he promptly laid on his back on the towel and crossed his ankles. As soon as he was able to catch his breath, he asked, “Is it me, or is my load of semen a bigger one than yours?”

“Darn right it is!” said Oliver with a big smile on his face. “You were such a good sport, especially during the hotdogging game.”

“Thanks Oliver, you’re the absolute best!” said Matt as he used his spare tissue to wipe up his own semen.

“Don’t mention it, Matt,” replied Oliver. “After we get dressed, how about a chess match? Or maybe ping-pong?”

“Let’s play chess,” said Matt as the two stood up to get dressed. “Relaxing for the brain. I promise I won’t throw a fit if I lose.”

“That’s okay,” reassured Oliver. “We can always play again.”

As soon as the two boys got dressed and packed their belongings, they headed to the park to play chess, sharing jokes along the way. Roberta Halsey looked out her tiny bathroom window overlooking the alley as Oliver and Matt walked away. She had been secretly watching their footplay this whole time.

“Good boy, Oliver,” she said.

The End