I was staying over at my friends house one night when this happened. I had never had a gay experience, and really had no attraction to my friend, but a unique set of circumstances resulted in this occurring.

We were drinking beer and watching sports on TV. After a couple hours, we had had several beers each, so neither of us was feeling any pain. At some point, he had taken off his shoes, and was laying on the couch so that his feet were hanging over the end, pointed towards me. The smelled bad, so I asked him repeatedly to put his shows back on or at least move them, but he wouldn't, seeming to find it funny and telling me just to deal with it.

I was sitting there getting more and more irritated, as the smell of his feet was filling up the small room. Then a weird thing happened. I found my eyes moving back to the soles of his feet again and again, for longer periods of time, until I couldn't stop staring at them. His soles were perfect, pale pink with high arches. I started to get a massive erection.

Eventually, he fell asleep, which was good because if he had looked at me, he would seen me with my mouth hanging open, panting, with my hand on my cock. After he was asleep a few minutes, I pulled my cock out. It was throbbing, harder than it had ever been in my life, and getting harder with each whiff of his feet. I knew what I was going to do and didn't care about the consequences. I shakily crawled over to the end of the couch and pulled my pants down.

At first I just smelled them, and each deep whiff made me lightheaded, and so horny I was afraid I was going to pass out. Then I began to lick them, starting at the ball of the foot all the way up to the toes. Every inch of the sole of both feet was covered with saliva. This didn't last too long, as I was jacking off while doing it, and soon came to a shuddering orgasm. My entire body was twitching and trembling as load after load of cum kept spurting everywhere. When I was finally done, I surveyed the damage. There was cum all over the couch, the carpet, my pants and my hands. I didn't care. I had just had far and away the most intense orgasm of my life.

My friend never woke up during all this, and never said anything to me about it. Nor did he act strangely in any way. I had gotten away with it.

I can't say this never happened again, it did, this time with a roommate. But these have been the only "gay" experiences in my life.