Dustin leaned over and pressed his nose lightly against Ian's socked feet, inhaling the sweaty aroma deeply. He loved the smell of the sweat mixing with the cotton of the socks on the basketball player's feet. At first, Ian didn't notice, so Dustin kept smelling the feet, the sweaty aroma filling his nostrils with a pungent, but appealing smell. But as Dustin pressed his nose deeper and deeper into the athlete's sweaty socked sole, Ian started to notice, and turned his head slowly torward Dustin and his own feet.
"What are you...doing?" stammered Ian, a little taken aback by Dustin's love for his feet.
Dustin just looked up at Ian, shocked. He hadn't realised how into Ian's feet he was getting. He thought for sure Ian would freak out.
But instead, Ian just looked down at Dustin, mouth agape, and said, "It's okay, I...kind of like it."
Dustin, amazed, nodded slightly, and went back to work on the basketball player's sweaty, hot, after-game feet. Dustin...
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