by Footish
After I served my four years, I returned to the University to finish my education which was briefly interrupted by military service.
Truthfully going into the service was the best thing that happened to me. As with most 19 year olds, I knew very little about life or about myself. Upon returning to my previous life, I discovered that almost all of my friends had either been killed in the Vietnam war, or had married and moved away. So like many with advanced degrees in the behavioral sciences, I turned to education to discover myself. I declared Sociology as my major, and minored in Psychology. I was on a quest to discover my sexuality, and explore my fetish.
As you may know, it is believed that human sexual fetishes are developed at around the age of two years. When young children become aroused, and the arousal is associated with an event, it may become a fetish in later life.
One of my later j/o partners told me that his mother suffered from OCD. She was a clean freak. His nursery had a tile floor which his mother incessantly cleaned with Pine-Sol cleaner. When he wet his diaper, he believes that his mother wiped his penis which may have become erect. In later life, he became aroused at the smell of Pine-Sol.
In my case, looking at old family photographs, my father used to give me “horsey rides” on his leg when I was very small. Both my father and I were noted for stinky feet. It is believed that when I straddled his leg and he moved me up and down, that my penis rubbed on his leg, possibly causing an erection. With smelly feet, it is possibly that I developed a foot fetish in puberty. There are many more examples where those people have crossed paths with believe they developed their fetish during early childhood.
When I returned to the university, I met an older straight student in one of my classes. This older student was living with his girl friend and an older man in a small town about 20 minutes from the University. The house was a wonder to behold. The house was a Spanish style home that was horse shoe shaped. The living room was at the bottom of the “U”, and the fireplace opened to both the living room and the covered patio outside. The laundry room used to be the access to the basement, which obviously they couldn’t bring when they relocated the house. The old wall papers showed the development of the children as they grew. The bottom wall paper was of circus animals, while the top most wall paper was automobiles aimed toward the teenage male.
In the house’s previous life, it became a victim of “eminent domain” to a freeway on ramp in Hollywood California. The house was temporarily relocated to a clearing house (pardon the pun) until it was sold to a real estate speculator who placed the house on a new foundation and eventually sold it to its present owner.
The older student whom I became aquatinted with, told me that a vacancy at the house had just opened up as their former roommate had just married and moved into a home of his own. The house at which I was offered a roommate status, was semi-isolated in a small town and I began to formulate a plan to explore my sexuality and fetish needs.
My new roommate situation was ideal. The owner of the house left early in the morning on week days and drove almost one hour to his job. He returned late at night due to traffic congestion on the freeway.
My other student roommate preferred to sleep late in the morning, so he chose afternoon classes at the university. His girlfriend worked a 9 to 5 job. Being a morning person, I preferred morning classes. This meant that I had the entire house to myself when I returned home in the early afternoon. I had an excellent job from 6 am to 2 pm on the weekends, which provided me with spending money. School was paid for by the GI Bill.
I took the freeway in route to the University in the morning. I could see several popular freeway on ramps on the other side of the freeway which I would pass by on my return trip home. There were usually one to three hitch hikers thumbing rides upon my return. I came to the obvious conclusion that this could be the solution to my problem of sexual development and no one would ever be the wiser.
In those days, it was much safer to pick up hitch hikers than it is today. I didn’t anticipate any problems with hitch hikers, as I was young, agile and strong. I spent many hours learning self-defense techniques and I exercised at the University gym two days a week for 1 ½ hours each in the weight lifting class. I was no Charles Atlas to be sure, but I was confident that I could handle myself if the need arose. Fortunately, I never encountered any threats from any of the hitch hikers I picked up. However today I would probably refrain from picking up any young men because of safety concerns.
For a long time, I practiced my verbal approach to young studs and their hitch hiking feet. I decided that since most 18 to 20 year old hitch hikers wouldn’t know otherwise, I would tell them that I was going to school to be a Podiatrist and I would ask them if I could see their feet while we were going down the freeway in my car. My numerous books and back pack in the back seat lent credibility to my claims.
If they agreed, (and most did), I would ask them to cross their right foot over to their left knee and remove their shoe. While driving, I would then reach over and gently feel their socked foot from toe to heel. Then I was ask them to remove their sock so I would see their bare foot. When they removed their sock, I would ask them to let me hold it and then I would lay it in my lap. I would return to gently squeeze their toes between my thumb and index fingers. Lastly, I would ask them if they would be embarrassed if I smelled their sock, in order to determine how “healthy” and natural their foot odor was.
In most cases, almost everyone over the years agreed. Although some laughed or said something like “whatever floats your boat dude”. Sometimes they would remark that they had been hitch hiking for three days and hadn’t changed their socks or washed their feet. I would tell them that I understood that being on the road, they might not have the opportunity to change clothes or shower.
The hitch hiking and wearing socks for three days provided me with another inspiration, which I’ll allude to later. In the end, surprisingly, almost everyone of them agreed to let me feel their foot and smell their sock. I suspect telling them that I was studying Podiatry or perhaps being in a car that offered some privacy to my deeds had a good deal to do with my success.
On my first successful pickup, I met a handsome young man about 20 years old. In retrospect, this stud probably knew more about me than I knew about myself. I asked to see his feet and he didn’t even flinch. After I finished feeling his bare foot, and smelling his sweaty sock, he inquired if I lived far from where we were. Then he asked if he could come home with me and take a shower. I told him yes, if I could study his feet and socks more thoroughly. He agreed and we went to where I was living.
After about 10 minutes of rubbing and smelling his masculine feet, I asked if he was ready to shower. He said “yes” and without hesitation, stood up and removed all his clothing until he was totally naked. This young man was unbelievable in his body, feet and his confidence. I led him to the bathroom and adjusted the temperature of the shower for him. He stepped in and soaped up. I told him that I would return with a clean towel for him. When I heard the water shut off, I returned to the bathroom with the towel and while he dried himself off, I remained with him to chit chat . He appeared very comfortable with me being in the bathroom with him.
He had stepped out of the shower and was mostly dry with the exception of his back which was still wet. He was standing at the sink with his back to me and I observed the most beautiful back and buttocks muscles I had ever seen. I asked him for the towel and explained that I would gladly dry his back for him. He handed me the towel.
When I reached his buttocks, I took the towel, turned and walked back to my bedroom. I asked him to follow me, which he did. When we were both in my room I shut the door and faced him. Up until that time, I had never actually had sex with a guy before. In fact I was totally virgin.
I must have seemed very naive, because when I asked him if I could fuck him he immediately became defensive and stated “I’m not queer”. He moved toward his pile of clothes and before he could begin dressing, I got on my knees while staring at his cock, and I told him I was sorry. I was over whelmed with his beautiful body and handsome face, not to mention his masculine feet. I began orally copulating him, and he simply allowed me to continue making him hard.
At some point, I asked him to lay down on the bed, which would be more comfortable for us both. He agreed. When he got on the bed, he laid on his side and told me to do the same with my mouth on his penis. I had never sucked on a guys penis before and I’m sure I was awkward. His penis began to grow in my mouth and before long he began to moan.
At that point he lifted his top leg and placed it on the side of my head with his knee behind my head, securely locking me in place. I wasn’t sure what to think, until he began to ejaculate into my mouth. To this day I have never experienced such a large volume of sperm in my mouth. He must not have masturbated for over a week while hitch hiking. With his leg over my head, I was unable to move. I had to make a split decision either to swallow, or choke on his cum. At this point his penis and cum completely filled my mouth.
I swallowed. I can remember him finishing by lifting his leg off the side of my head/ My eyes began watering up. I was successful in not throwing up his precious sperm, but as it was my first time swallowing cum, I seriously considered it. After that experience, I never again had any problem swallowing cum. He obviously was experienced and he played me like a fiddle.
He sat back with his hands behind his head, and I asked him for his permission to enjoy his clean feet and dirty socks while I jacked myself off. He said “go ahead, enjoy yourself”. I took off my clothes, and with my mouth still salivating from the remnants of his sperm in my mouth, I laid down on the bed with my head at his feet. I had his dirty socks in my hand. I asked him to place one heel on my shoulder so I could lick his sole, and his other heel on my balls, which he did watching me intently.
I placed his dirty sweaty white socks on my face and nose, and I began licking his foot while I masturbated myself. He slid his heel down on my balls and pressed the ball of his foot and his toes on them. He began pushing his toes against my balls and rubbing his other foot against his socks and my face. It wasn’t long before I cam and breathing very hard. He just looked at his foot in my face and laughed.
I very much enjoyed a younger stud using me to satisfy his sexual needs and then dominating me for my sexual needs. Again, whoever you were, I thank you. I think about that wonderful experience often.
After that wonderful experience, I perfected my technique even more. I enjoyed the feet/socks and beautiful bodies of many other young adult studs. I began obtaining their foot prints using an ink stamp pad and white writing paper. Sometimes I would trace around their foot and got the shape of their feet/toes as well as their foot prints. Later I began making plaster casts of the soles of their feet. Using the top of a shoe box, I would fill the box top with Fix it all, and grease their sole up with Vaseline. Then I would carefully press their foot into the plaster. Now have quite a collection with wonderful memories of each cast and foot print.
To some, I’m sure that a foot fetish is repulsive. But to me, it is a wonderful way to be intimate with satisfying young and beautiful adiult studs. I would have to say that due to my attraction to male feet, I have had sexual opportunities where I otherwise would not have had.
Here’s to all you young studs with beautiful feet.
