by Derek James
The experience of my Uncle Rex during that very eventful medical exam back in 1992 (posted here in September) gave him much to think about. It was a turning point and complete revelation that loving other men’s feet and socks could be a wonderful and fulfilling part of a healthy sexual diet. I remember reading this in his private journals and I immediately quizzed him about it. He was sitting downstairs that night as I had been working on writing his sexual memoirs up in my room. He was very used to me running down the stairs from above and asking him loads of questions to clarify what I was reading in his many sexual journals that I was using as my source. He is great sport and always put down his newspaper or book and gave me his full attention.
“Uncle Rex, how could you have not really known about your foot fetish until that medical exam with Bernie and Doctor Martin back in 1992? You must have had some hints growing up that men’s feet and socks were sexy or at least intriguing to you?” I asked plopping down beside his antique brocaded footstool on the carpet.
I loved to come and sit by his big size 11 feet as he sat in his favourite armchair. This was a great spot to listen to my uncle and enjoy the magnificent view of those socked beauties as they rested regally on the lovely cushion of the footstool. The strong aroma of warm leather from his busy work day wearing expensive shoes still wafted to my eager nostrils and his sexy navy blue OTC socks truly emitted a heavenly perfume of his unique blended man-scents! The thin tight fabric highlighted every curve of his magnificent feet as they wiggled slightly; rubbing together ever so gently and crossed at the ankles. A favourite position of his!
“Collin, you are just devouring my private journals. You’ll know more about me than I do.” He chuckled playfully. I gazed up at that handsome mature, now well over 50 year-old face and just melted. I was putty in his hands! I loved being his nephew! And being a randy mid-30’s gay guy, I was always ready for getting extra close to my dear Uncle Rex!
His now greying reddish hair still looked so full and lush as it caught the lamplight from the nearby floor lamp he used for reading. He was growing a small moustache for me; I’d been pestering him to not shave his upper lip that week and finally the lovely rusty red moustache was well underway!
“Come on, Uncle Rex. Fess up; you must have sensed a love of feet and socks before 1992. I mean didn’t it give you boners when you were younger watching a guy slip off a shoe or walk around in his socks? I mean the beach with all those male bare feet must have been a real turn-on!” I gently reached my hand over to stroke tenderly along his left socked foot. The warm nylon cotton blended dark sock felt so silky to my trembling fingers as I moved along his high, well-defined arch. My cock shot up in my trousers; Uncle Rex always had that effect on me! I felt that supple yet strong foot just beneath that sheen material...MMMM!
He looked at me through his reading spectacles, pulled them off and gazed lovingly at me with his soulful green eyes.
“OK, let’s think. I can actually recall a few key moments in my ancient past before I was 30 that may qualify as significant foot fetish moments of realization.” He said in a reflective tone.
I left his dear socked foot, grabbed my laptop from my desk upstairs and began to record his memories. The following experiences were what Uncle Rex shared with me that night and I think they are worth noting:
Uncle Rex first began to talk about his dad. I know my granddad, Rex’s dad, is one hot dude. I mean even now in his 80’s he can still turn heads. I’d have been shocked if Uncle Rex did not fancy his dad’s feet!
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Dad’s Feet and Socks Memory:
I have no idea when this was but I was home living with my parents. I was always aware of my dad coming home and taking off his lace-up black leather shoes every night. It was routine and he just did it. Mum was a house cleaning mad woman and she must have vacuumed every day. Dad on his way in stopped by the front door mat and shucked his shoes off. He’d walk into the living room where I was often hanging out and he sauntered about in his socks. They were usually black or dark blue. That was the colour of his suits that he wore mainly in those days as a university lecturer.
He’d grab a cocktail mum had poured and placed on the end table by his favourite chair and usually put his socked feet up on a small antique footstool (the very same one now in my Uncle Rex’s living room!)
I just recall chatting to him, the TV going in the corner and I could not stop looking at his feet wiggling there on the footstool. His toes danced inside his obviously sweaty thin socks. He loved to twitch those toes and I found that bizarrely hypnotic. Really captivating and so bloody addictive. That memory just came to me after all these years!
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I stopped typing on my laptop and reached over and stroked the perfect toes on his nearest foot. My fingers were busy working each toe in turn as I contemplated what to say next. The sock was very thin and allowed excellent contact with his moist foot within.
“Did you ever steal a sock from your dad or ever rub his feet?” I asked while I squeezed my uncle’s big toe and felt it wiggle in my fingers with subtle delight.
“No, I never stole a sock or anything from him back when I was home but...” He trailed off in thought.
“What Uncle Rex? You wanted to say something.” I urged still holding his big toe.
“All this talk of my dad just made me think it’s about time I invited him and mum down to visit. They are so open minded and are no trouble to host. I think my dad and I should spend some time together.” Uncle Rex mused looking skyward up at the plaster ceiling.
“Yes, you could give your daddy a foot rub some late night after grandma is tucked in bed up in the other guest room.” I said smugly.
A big hand playfully smacked my head. “You cheeky monkey.” Uncle Rex bellowed.
But I knew I’d be pushing him to explore granddad’s sexy feet, hell, it was about time! I may even ask to watch! Now I had a plan to get Uncle Rex’s dad here as soon as I could!
I continued typing as Uncle Rex moved on to telling me about a dorm room experience next.
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University Days in the Early 70’s
I worked out often in the gym and lived in the residence halls (dorms) back then.
My rather intense roommate and I often went together to the gym and did various activities several times a week. I had two favourite pairs of tube socks that came up well over my calf. They were an off-white colour and had two large maroon shaded stripes along the tops. Very in fashion during the 70’s and I loved them. My roommate seemed rather enamoured of them as well. He seemed to often be around my feet after we got back from the gym and before I showered and changed for the dining hall.
I recall once laying on my bed and I had slipped off my trainers (sneakers), gym shorts and just lay in my socks, t-shirt and jock-strap before heading off to the showers. He came and lay across the foot of my bed. He talked str8 sex talk constantly and that got on my nerves. He was probably a huge closet case! But he lay there with his head right by my very moist smelly socks. I thought at the time it looked odd. But I just played along.
He was talking tits and ass and sniffing noisily around my rather whiffy size 11’s like a dog tracking a scent. It was also notable because he could look right up between my legs and see my asshole since I was wearing a skimpy jock-strap! The next thing I knew he was delicately pushing his finger all around my upper foot, just below my toes. He commented that the sock was thin there and he could see my foot flesh. I warned him that playing with the worn section of sock would cause a hole. But he kept fingering my foot in the most provocative way!
My cock in my jock-strap was getting huge. I knew he could see it growing; the pouch of the garment was not very big! My cock was nearly straining to pop out. I had no idea how he’d react. I was not very sexually active then with guys or girls and it was all a bit new.
And, the real funny sexy thing is this...those socks I wore that day to the gym vanished! I could not find them when I went to do my laundry later that week. I never equated the sock sniffing and touching with the missing socks until now. Hell! I know that guy took them!
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I paused in my typing to add a thought or two.
“I’d bet he did take them and he stroked off in them or came in them when you were out.” I said rubbing my own crotch openly in front of my dear uncle.
Uncle Rex watched me from his perch in his cosy chair and smiled at me with those wonderful green eyes twinkling.
“Oh, Collin! I bet you’d have snuck into the closet and watched him JO all over my favourite socks. I can see it now.”
I rubbed my aching trouser tent and eyed him intently as I spoke.
“Uncle Rex, I’d have watched the guy being busy sniffing your sock and stroking his dick BUT then I’d have burst out and blown him good! I give a great BJ. I really do! And then I’d have sniffed your sexy tube sock...lots!” I said in a dreamy tone.
Uncle Rex laughed and said he thought of another event worth noting and I reluctantly started to type again. BUT the veiled offer of a BJ was very real and I kept my fingers crossed!
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Beach Feet
There was an occasion around the time I left university and was visiting some male friends near Brighton and we ended up on the beach there. It was so hot that summer day and stripping off and being in just our rather provocative Speedo-type swim wear was very appealing. Mine was pale yellow and practically see-thru. I had many eyes following my crotch and ass around as we enjoyed a great seaside day.
The guy I was with most of the day had the most amazing size 13 or 14 feet. They were huge! He must have been nearly seven feet tall! He was massive! I looked small next to him and I am six feet!
I found myself sitting on a shared beach towel and laying head to toes so that my head was down by his big feet. I looked away from the water and he faced it. I now recall just looking at his beautiful bare feet, looking at the succulent pink flesh and seeing the little lines running from his heels and along his huge arches.
I felt like a palm reader but wanted to touch and “read” his feet! The way his toes were so graceful and so much bigger than mine. And his heels were not at all rough, just smooth and so chewable! I felt a sudden desire to actually lick, sniff, touch...grovel at his feet!
Yes, I was drawn to his sexy feet. Not him, just his feet. I see it now. Oh, my, I see it now!
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I stopped typing again. Uncle Rex seemed lost in a hazy memory.
I moved my face to his feet still perched on the footstool, crossed at the ankles and looking delicious to me. The scent of his dark thin socks was intoxicating and I nuzzled my nose right up against the ball of his right foot...letting the odour penetrate my nose completely. I inhaled so deeply I nearly passed out.
“I love your feet Uncle Rex. I really do.” I whispered in a deep voice as I sniffed and nuzzled that warm manly scent of his.
“It’s amazing how many sex partners since 1992 have loved my feet and I loved theirs in return. You’ll see lots of it in my journals, Collin. LOTS!” Uncle Rex offered quietly.
I moved my hands up and began to work the sides of his foot and massaged carefully as I carried on sniffing his wonderful sock scents.
“Collin, I don’t mean to be a fuddy-duddy, but I think you should cool off. You are my nephew for heaven’s sake!” He said gently pulling his sexy feet from my grasp.
“Uncle Rex, you always say that to me when...things get heated and heavy between us. I am now in my 30’s...HELL! We can do what we want.” I said like a spoiled brat. I can be that way even now in my 30’s!
The yummy scent of his feet lingered on my trembling fingers and I held them to my nose and enjoyed the special warm aromas I treasured.
“Collin, I know how you feel. BUT I want you to see what guys are out there in the world. I am over 50. Lots of younger guys out there. I don’t want to stunt your sexual adventures.” He said looking at me with concern.
“I read your private journals like scripture, Uncle Rex. You are my ultimate adventure. And someday you’ll see. You’ll give in! We’ll be lovers. I know it.” I said smugly and with no doubts at all.
That night I lie in my bed in my room and read more of Uncle Rex’s precious sex journals. My cock juiced like crazy as I lay there thinking of my sexy uncle and even my old granddad. My own dad, Rex’s older only brother, held no interest for me. He was the bad apple in the barrel, everyone knew it.
Uncle Rex arrived next-door and I could hear him rustling about in his large room. I knew he was undressing. My cock throbbed! I wanted to rush in and tackle him onto his big bed, but I knew I needed to be more subtle and deeply insightful in this ongoing game of seducing my darling HOT uncle once and for all.
I went back to 1992 and read what happened next after the medical exam. Bernie did indeed contact Uncle Rex...well not exactly contact. More like surprised him one night not long after the medical appointment. This time Bernie was alone and very much wanting Uncle Rex all to himself!!!
More soon! And thank you to all the wonderful MFF readers who have enjoyed Uncle Rex and his sexy fun! Write me anytime, DJXX
