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Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2025 19:10:01 +0000
From: afunstoryteller <afunstoryteller@proton.me>
Subject: MY KINKY STORIES - CHAPTER TWO

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CHAPTER TWO - A QUICK FLASHBACK

NOW, BEFORE I GET BACK to Ms. Mercil and all that--I reckon if y'all
wanna understand me, Mickey, and Alex--why we're so damn close--you
gotta hear this story. It happened a few years back, but it's the kinda
thing that sticks with you, mostly `cause it's downright disgusting.
See, one summer, we got to talkin' `bout how bad feet can smell. We all
knew it was a thing, but we had no idea whose feet were the worst. Now,
most folks would've left it at that--maybe made a joke, moved on. Not
us. We had to settle it for real.

So one hot-as-hell afternoon, sittin' in Mickey's backyard, we decided
to have ourselves a little contest. We kicked off our shoes, peeled off
our socks, and let the judging begin.

Mickey went first, stretchin' his legs out and wavin' his big ol' feet
at us like some kinda prize. He had long toes, milky-white skin on top,
but his soles were all yellowed like old parchment, rough in patches
where he always ran barefoot on gravel. Not gonna lie, his feet's so big
it could cover Alex's whole face.

"Alright, boys," he said, flexing his toes. "Take a whiff and tell me
I ain't the champ."

Alex, who had the misfortune of bein' closest, gagged instantly. "Good
Lord, Mickey, it's like someone deep-fried a gym sock in butter grease!!
You don't wash yer feet ever???!"

Mickey giggled, blushing a bit, scrunching his toes on Alex's nose one
more time before moving 'em over to me.

I leaned in, real careful-like, and took the tiniest sniff. Damn near
choked. "Fuuuuck nah!! It's worse," I coughed, fannin' my face.
"Smells like gym socks with a stuffing of rotten blue cheese!!!! That's
fucking savage!!!!"

Mickey grinned like we'd just paid him a compliment. "That's some
high-quality stank right there."

Next up was Alex. Now, Alex had the smallest, most feminine feet of the
bunch--his toes were tiny, his soles pink and soft like he never ran a
day in his life with no shoes on. We weren't expectin' much from him,
to be honest with y'all. But soon as he peeled them socks off--OMFG!--we
knew we'd underestimated him.

Mickey took one whiff and reeled back like he'd been hit. "Oh, hell no!
That's straight-up vinegar and spoiled milk. How do your feet smell
SOUR, man?"

I was already laughin', but I leaned in anyway. Alex spread his toes as
best as he could, and I put my nose right between 'em. One sniff later,
fuck, I had to wipe my eyes. "Fuck sake, dude! That right there? That's
a day-old footlong ham-and-cheese sub left in the sun. I swear I caught a
whiff of pickles and vinegar cornchips right between 'em toes."

Alex crossed his arms. "Y'all are idiots. My feet doesn't stank at all
too-day..."

Then it was my turn. Now, mine were a mix--some parts smooth, some parts
rough, a little calloused from runnin' around barefoot, but nothin' too
crazy. I wasn't expectin' much of a reaction. But soon as Mickey took a
sniff, he immediately rolled off the porch, groanin'.

"Jesus Christ, Will! That's--what is that? Buttered popcorn? Rotten
cheese?! Spoiled milk?!!! All of it together, jeeeeez!!!!!"

Alex, his nose wrinkled so hard I thought it might get stuck that way,
shook his head. "No, no... it's worse. That's straight-up Fritos dipped
in sour cream and left inside used gymshoes for a week."

We all sat there, starin' at each other, realizin' we were equally
disgusting. Then, Mickey got that look--y'know, the one he always gets
before somethin' real stupid happens.

"Boys," he said, wavin' his foot like a flag, "I say we make it
official. Stinkiest feet wins. Losers gotta--"

"Aw, hell," Alex groaned. "What now?"

Mickey's grin widened. "Losers gotta sniff the winner's feet for a
full damn minute."

Now, normal kids? They'd have said no. They'd have walked away. But we
weren't normal. We were dumb as hell and dedicated to the bit.

And that's how we ended up sittin' there, gaggin' and wheezin' while
takin' turns sniffin' Mickey's nasty-ass feet, laughin' so hard we
nearly peed our pants.

And, of course, we all noticed each other bulges, and how each one of us
would tug and rub and squeeze our crotches over our pants. And of course
we'd jerk off that night all together, lying down next to each other,
shoulder to shoulder, just thinkin' about how nice stanky-cheesy-feet can
be if y'all are with your best friends. And of course we all explore more
and more and more... I mean, It'd been a year since that day, when
Mickey showed us his "secret spot up in the tree house".  We've done lots
of other weird stuff since then. Maybe I'll tell y'all about it another
time.

But, yeah... Y'all might've been askin' why we're as close as we are?
Well, I dare ya to sniff another boy's stanky-ass feet for a full damn
minute and tell me it don't bond y'all for life.

CONTINUE ON CHAPTER THREE...

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