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emophil1981 · 6 months ago

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David and Alex - Feet, Socks, Stump and Love in College

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, and I groggily reach over to turn it off. I'm lying in my bed, which is actually a converted storage room in my parents' house, since I'm still recovering from my injuries. My right leg is still a bit sore from yesterday's session of walking around campus, but it's nothing a good morning stretch can't fix.

As I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, I can't help but think about the life-changing event that occurred when I was 18. The car accident that took my left leg. It's hard to believe it's been three years now. I've learned to adapt, though. My stump may be short, but it's mine, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I throw on my favorite skater outfit – a bright orange hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of distressed denim shorts with the empty left leg perfectly altered to fit my stump. It's become my signature look, and I love the way it makes me feel like a rebel.

As I head out the door, I grab my crutches and make my way to campus. The sun is shining, and the fresh air fills my lungs as I take in the sights and sounds of the bustling student body. I love this time of year – everyone's back from summer break, and there's a sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.

I make my way to my first class of the day, Intro to Psychology. As I enter the lecture hall, I spot some of my classmates chatting and laughing. One of them catches my eye – Alex, our resident soccer star, is sitting in his usual spot near the back of the room. He's got those goddamn Birkenstocks on his feet again, and I can't help but salivate at the sight of his socked toes wiggling around as he gestures animatedly.

"Hey, David!" he calls out as I make my way to my seat. "How's it going?"

"Can't complain," I reply with a smirk. "Just getting ready for another day of learning."

Our professor drags us through a tedious lecture on Freudian psychology, but I'm too busy people-watching to pay much attention. Alex keeps fidgeting with his feet under his desk, and I can't help but wonder if he's aware of how adorable it is.

After class, I grab a coffee with some friends from my dorm floor. We chat about everything from our favorite TV shows to our plans for spring break. As we walk across campus, I notice that one of our friends, Matt, is wearing new flip flops – black ones with neon green straps. My heart skips a beat as he casually kicks them off under his desk during our study group meeting.

I try to focus on our discussion about group projects, but all I can think about is Matt's socked feet dangling in mid-air. It's like they're taunting me, daring me to make a move.

As the day winds down, I decide to take a stroll around campus before heading back to my room. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over everything. I lean on my crutches and take in the beauty of it all – the students laughing and chatting on the quad, the smell of freshly cut grass wafting through the air.

As I approach the student union building, I spot Alex again – this time playing some sort of game on his phone while lounging on a bench. His feet are still clad in those Birkenstocks, and I can't help but feel a pang of attraction.

"Hey," he says as he looks up at me. "What brings you out here?"

"Just enjoying the view," I reply with a smile. "And taking in some fresh air."

We chat for a bit about our shared love of video games and music before parting ways. As I make my way back to my room, I can't help but feel grateful for this life – amputee or not, rebel or not, college or not – it's mine.

And who knows? Maybe someday Alex will realize that his socked feet are made for more than just walking around campus...

I make my way to the library, my crutches clicking against the tile floor as I navigate through the crowded hallways. As I enter the library, I'm immediately hit with the musty smell of old books and the hum of students typing away on their laptops. I've got a lot of work to catch up on for my psychology class, so I grab a table near the back and settle in for a long afternoon of studying.

As I begin to read through my notes, I can't help but notice the sea of legs stretched out before me. Guys of all shapes and sizes, typing away or chatting with their friends, their feet a blur of movement as they fidget and play with their toes. It's like they're trying to distract me from my studies, or maybe they're just unaware of the little guy with the crutches sitting nearby.

I glance around, taking in the sights and sounds of the library. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow over everything, making the guys' skin look pale and clammy. But it's not just their skin that's catching my attention – it's their feet. Oh, their feet.

Most of them are wearing white socks, some grey from being worn for longer than one day. The soft fabric clinging to their skin like a second layer of skin, accentuating every curve and contour. I can almost smell the sweat and dirt that's accumulated on them, wafting up to me like a siren's call.

I try to focus on my notes, but it's no use. My eyes keep drifting back to those feet. Alex, the soccer hunk, is sitting across from me, one of his Birkenstocks propped up on the edge of his chair as he chats with his friends. His toes wiggling as he gestures animatedly. The sight is like a punch to the gut – I can feel my heart racing as I take in the sight of those toes.

Next to Alex is Matt, wearing those new flip flops again. His bare feet in them are poking out from under his desk, his toes curling and uncurling as he taps away at his laptop keyboard. The fluorescent lights overhead make his skin look almost translucent, like he's about to fade away into nothingness.

I try to take a deep breath and refocus on my studies, but it's no use. The smell of sweat and fabric is intoxicating me, making me feel lightheaded and disoriented. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gaze around the room, taking in all the sights and smells.

The guys around me seem oblivious to my fascination with their feet. They're too busy chatting and laughing with each other, completely unaware of the effect they're having on me. I'm stuck in a sea of male feet, unable to look away from the tantalizing sight before me.

As I sit there, surrounded by all these guys playing with their bare and socked feet under their desks, I realize that maybe being an amputee isn't so bad after all. At least I don't have to deal with sweaty feet ruining my favorite skater outfits or worrying about getting athlete's foot from sharing socks with friends.

As I sit there, lost in thought, I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. It's our friend Jake, grinning mischievously as he takes in the scene before him.

"Dude, you okay?" he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I glance up at him, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, yeah – just really focused on this paper," I reply, waving my hand dismissively.

Jake raises an eyebrow but doesn't press the issue. "Cool," he says before wandering off to find a table.

As he disappears into the crowd of students, I let out a deep breath and refocus on my studies. But it's hard to shake off the feeling that today might be one for the books – literally.

After leaving the library after couple hours, I make my way through the crowded community area of my dorm, my crutches clicking against the tile floor. I'm running late for a meeting with my study group, and I'm not exactly thrilled about it. As I navigate through the throngs of students chatting and laughing, I catch a glimpse of Alex sitting on a bean bag chair, typing away on his laptop.

I pause for a moment, taking in the sight before me. Alex is a tall guy, with a lanky build and messy brown hair. He's wearing a faded band t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, and his Birkenstocks are perched on the edge of his bean bag chair. But what really catches my attention is his feet.

Oh, those feet.

They're huge – size 11, at least – and they're clad in white crew socks that seem to glow in the dim lighting of the community area. As I gaze at them, Alex looks up and catches my eye. For a moment, we just stare at each other, frozen in mutual fascination.

I feel a flush rising to my cheeks as I realize that Alex is staring at me with an intensity that's almost...appreciative. It's like he's sizing me up, taking in every detail of my amputee body. I glance down at my stump, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside me.

As Alex goes back to typing on his laptop, I take a deep breath and continue on my way to the study room. But I can't shake off the feeling that he's been looking at me with something more than just casual curiosity.

As I enter the study room, I notice that most of my friends are already there, chatting and laughing as they work on their group project. But my mind is still reeling from the encounter with Alex. What was he thinking? Did he really find me attractive?

I try to focus on the task at hand, but it's no use. My eyes keep drifting back to Alex, who's still sitting on the bean bag chair outside the study room. He's got his laptop closed now, and he's gazing at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.

As the study session winds down and we all start packing up our things, Alex gets up and ambles over to us. "Hey," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Mind if I join you guys?"

We welcome him with open arms, and we spend the next hour chatting and laughing together. But I can't help but notice how often Alex glances at my stump, like he's trying to memorize every detail.

As we part ways and head back to our rooms, I feel a sense of excitement building inside me. Maybe this is the start of something special – something that transcends mere friendship.

As I settle into bed that night, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will Alex make his move? Will we take our relationship to the next level?

The thought sends shivers down my spine as I drift off to sleep, dreaming of those huge size 11 feet clad in white crew socks...

I made my way to Alex's room, my crutches clicking against the floor as I navigated the winding hallway. We were scheduled to work on a partner project for our psychology class, and I was excited to finally get started.

As I entered Alex's room, I was struck by the sheer chaos that lay before me. There were papers and books scattered everywhere, and his bed was a mess of blankets and pillows. But amidst the chaos, Alex sat calmly on his desk chair, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel a little uneasy.

"Hey, David," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Thanks for coming over. I've got some ideas for our project, and I think we can really make it work."

I nodded, taking a seat on the bed beside him. "Yeah, me too," I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

As we began to discuss our project, Alex's gaze kept drifting down to my leg stump. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was trying to memorize every detail. It was disconcerting, but I tried not to let it bother me.

After a few minutes of discussion, Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked on my stump. "Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I touch it?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to say no, but another part of me was curious about what he wanted to know.

"Okay," I said finally, nodding slowly.

Alex's hand reached out, tentative and gentle. He touched my stump with his index finger, tracing the contours of my residual limb. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he explored my skin.

In return, I reached out and touched Alex's socked feet. They were clad in white crew socks, soft and smooth against my fingertips. I couldn't help but sniff those sock clad feet, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and fabric.

Alex looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're doing it," he breathed.

I smiled, feeling a sense of wonder wash over me. We sat there for a moment, hands touching and eyes locked on each other.

The tension between us was palpable, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was almost... mutual.

As we continued to explore each other's bodies, I realized that this was more than just a partner project for psychology class. This was something special – something that transcended mere friendship.

I was content to bask in the afterglow of our unique connection – the connection that only came from exploring each other's bodies.

As the night wore on, me and Alex found ourselves lost in our own little world of exploration and discovery. We sat on the bed, our hands still touching, as we delved deeper into each other's bodies.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as I gazed at Alex's feet, clad in their white slightly smelly crew socks. I have always been fascinated by men's feet, the way they looked and felt, and I couldn't get enough of them. I had spent hours browsing online forums and websites dedicated to feet fetishism, marveling at the variety of different types and styles.

Alex, on the other hand, had always been drawn to amputee stumps. There was something about the unique shape and texture of those residual limbs that fascinated him. He had spent hours studying pictures and videos of amputees, trying to understand the intricacies of their bodies.

As we sat there, our hands touching, me and Alex couldn't help but confess our true feelings and fascinations to each other.

"I have to admit," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been fascinated by men's feet. The way they look, the way they feel... it's just something about them that really gets me going. Your feet Alex are just the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Alex's eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded in understanding. "I know exactly what you mean," he said. "I've always been drawn to amputee stumps. The way they're shaped, the way they feel... it's just so unique and fascinating to me. When I touch and feel your leg stump it gives me the shivers."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized in that moment that I wasn't alone with my fascination for body parts. It was a feeling I had never shared with anyone before, and yet here I was, confessing it to Alex.

"I've never met anyone who understands me like this before," I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Alex nodded in agreement. "Me neither," he said. "But I think we can understand each other in ways that no one else can."

As we sat there, our hands still touching, Alex and I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection that went far beyond mere friendship. We looked into each other's eyes, our hearts pounding in unison.

"I think I might be falling for you," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Alex's face lit up with a smile. "I'm already there," he said.

As we leaned in for a kiss, I knew that this was it – this was the start of something special. Something that would last a lifetime.

In that moment, I realized that my fascination with men's feet and Alex's fascination with amputee stumps were just the beginning of our journey together. We were two people who understood each other in ways that no one else could, and we were ready to take our relationship to new heights.

As we kissed, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful adventure – an adventure filled with passion, love, and understanding.

And then, I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Alex rip his shirt off, revealing his tight and muscular chest. His bulging pecs and six pack abs glistened with sweat. I felt a surge of desire in my loins as I stared at him. I couldn't help but think about how badly I wanted to run my hands over his chiseled body.  "Like what you see, David?" Alex asked with a smirk on his face.  "You have no idea," I replied, trying to keep my cool.  Alex walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I've been wanting to do this all day," he said, before leaning in and kissing me passionately. I could feel his stubble scratching against my face as our tongues danced together.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, feeling his hard cock pressing against mine through our jeans. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to feel his naked body against mine. He fondled my leg stump and I could feel his growing hardness against my own.  I broke the kiss and started to undo his jeans, desperate to see his cock. Alex helped me, quickly stripping off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready for me.  I dropped to my knee and took his cock in my hand, marveling at its size. I leaned in and licked the tip, tasting the salty precum that had already started to leak out. I opened my mouth wide and took him in, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat.  Alex moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, guiding my head as I sucked him off. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, ready to explode.   I pulled back and looked up at him. "I want to feel you inside me," I said, my voice trembling with desire.  Alex smiled and helped me to my foot. He pushed me down onto his bed, my leg and stump spread wide open for him. He knelt between my leg and stump, starting to rub my cock through my pants.  "Fuck, you're so hard," he said, his voice husky with lust.  He undid my pants and pulled them down, exposing my hard cock. He leaned in and took me in his mouth, sucking and licking my shaft as I moaned in pleasure.  I reached down and started to play with his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but I also wanted to make him cum first.  I pulled back and looked at him. "I want to feel your cock in my ass," I said, my voice trembling with desire.  Alex smiled and reached for the lube. He slicked up his cock and started to rub it against my hole. I moaned as I felt him push inside me, filling me up completely.  He started to fuck me, hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. I reached down and started to wank myself off, feeling my orgasm building up inside me.  Alex leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I want to cum on your stump."  I moaned at the thought of it, feeling my cock throb in my hand. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.  Alex quickened his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.  "I'm going to cum," I moaned, feeling my cock twitch in my hand.  Alex pulled out and started to wank himself off, aiming his cock at my stump. I watched as he came, his cum shooting out and landing on my stump.  I scooped up his cum with my finger and offered it to him. He leaned in and sucked it off my finger, moaning in pleasure.  Alex then pushed back inside me fucking me again still hard and we both came together after a while, my orgasm exploding out of me as I screamed in pleasure. My stump twitched and flailed about as I came, adding to the intensity of the moment.

We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted. I looked over at Alex and smiled. "That was amazing," I said, my voice trembling with pleasure. Alex smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "I can't wait to do it again," he said, his voice husky with lust.

I knew that this was just the beginning of our sexual adventures together. I couldn't wait to see what other dirty things we would get up to.

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