"Yeah Ryan, take my socks off," said Chad, "that way my feet can smell even better!"
Ryan deftly slipped off Chad's socks like a player sliding into the base. Then Ryan cupped his nose into Chad's bare toes like a baseball caught in a mitt. He took a deep breath like the times he hyperventilated going up to bat.
"I bet that smells real good now," said Chad with a smile.
"Oh ya it does!" Ryan couldn't help but agree. With socks on, Chad's feet smelled more dusty and musty from the baseball diamond. Now, it was a much purer scent, one of sweat, of feet. It was a smell that Ryan could better appreciate for what it was.
Chad couldn't believe how good it felt having this boy who was 3 years younger than him smelling his feet. The feeling of Ryan's nose beneath his toes and the sensation of his breath felt refreshing and relaxing, each exhalation evaporating the sweat that built up on his feet after playing baseball. It made Chad happy seeing his sweaty bare feet on the cute face of the blond-haired boy. Although Chad really wasn't much better than Ryan at playing baseball, it made Chad feel a little powerful in this position, having a younger boy kneeling before him and smelling his feet. It was certainly gratifying for Chad, and he could see the contentment in Ryan's blue eyes as well.
From Ryan's point of view down at Chad's feet, he could see that his friend was enjoying it as much as he was. Like a hot dog at the baseball game, Ryan relished smelling the feet of the older, 13-year-old boy. Ryan looked up to Chad. Literally. He loved to see the smile on Chad's face as he inhaled the sweaty scent between his toes. Chad was a friend to Ryan when it seemed like nobody else on the team liked him. The least Ryan could do was return the favor and make his friend feel appreciated. If Ryan's team mates could see him now, smelling another boy's feet, they would think that he's an even bigger loser than before. But to Ryan, smelling Chad's feet made him feel like a winner.
At the baseball game, Ryan felt defeat. But now, he was smelling de feet. And he liked it. He liked it a lot. Ryan moved his nose from Chad's toes down to his arch and heel, sniffing deeply along the way, and giving both feet plenty of attention. Chad's toes were warm and damp; his soles were smooth and soft. There was nothing quite like the feeling or the scent of this baseball boy's bare feet on Ryan's nose and face.
If smelling Chad's socked feet was first base, then smelling his bare feet meant that Ryan got to second base. I Don't Know's on third.
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