by Lee
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There is something about a man's foot that really gets me going! That's the way it's always been for me. Even as a kid I really noticed my friends' bare feet. I always tried to tickle and play with my buddies' feet -- whenever I could talk one of them into it, which was quite often. I never knew as a 9 year-old that this "interest" in feet would become sexual. I didn't even know what sex was then, and yet I was fascinated by male feet! I still wonder why I have this fetish. Why should a man's feet be so arousing? Now, as a 23 year-old man, my fetish just seems to keep getting stronger and stronger. It wasn't until just a few years ago that I actually acted on my fetish, though (in my adult years, that is). I am a big (6'3") and muscular guy, and I've always had girls hitting on me at school and all, but all I really ever wanted was to worship a guy's feet or have him lick and suck mine. This fantasy drove me crazy, but I kept my feelings to myself and played the straight jock all through high school (and part of college). As an adult I had lost the courage I had as a kid. I was too shy to ever act on these sexual fantasies that is, until fate stepped in!
I played baseball at my junior college for a few years in 1998 and 1999 before I moved to Florida. I pitched for a team called the Rattlers. I was actually pretty good, even! I'll always remember that first season on the team because that's when I experienced my first sexual foot action. The baseball team's trainer was a guy named Marcus who had the enviable job of taping up the players knees, ankles, elbows and FEET before each game. He was a very handsome Italian guy, stocky and muscular with black hair and a great tan. He looked great in a tank top. Marcus wasn't tall, only 5' 10", but he had a chest that wouldn't quit, very hairy for a guy just 19 years old. Not only that, he was a funny guy with a nice smile and a really hearty laugh. I always thought about licking his beefy feet whenever he started making that laugh, wishing it could be his reaction to me licking between his toes.
Anyway, Marcus was one of those guys that you couldn't help but like. We got to be friends because I have problems with my right ankle and calf, and he would always tape up my ankle before each game and give my calf a massage with heating rub. This attention to my feet was very exciting to me, especially when it was in full view of all of the other guys in the training room. "Phew! Those big feet smell!" he would say jokingly when I peeled off my socks for my taping. Sometimes my size 11 feet really did smell after I finished with my pre-game warm up! I had a recurring fantasy in which I came into the training room as usual and took my shoes off. In my fantasy Marcus looked me straight in the eye, peeled my sweaty socks off and said, "Mmmm! Those big feet smell!" He then inhaled a big whiff from my moist socks before pressing his face towards my bare feet, finally licking my toes and soles while I throw my head back in ecstacy.
One day in the training room I drifted off into this fantasy stronger than usual, I guess. Marcus and I were the only ones in the room, which was a rarity. I was engulfed in my dream for most of the time it took Marcus to tape my ankle. I was jolted back to reality by Marcus saying, "Hey Man, are you OK?" Stammering, I said, "Yeah,um, fine. Sorry I guess I'm just thinking about the game" He smirked and said, "Yeah, right." I hadn't noticed that I had a hard-on that was very prominent through my white baseball pants. Yikes! I'm sure I blushed about 17 different shades of red.
He gave a good-natured laugh and said, "OK, big guy looks like you're ready for the field." I walked away embarrassed, but also very excited. Marcus had acted like it was no big deal, but I know that he saw my hard-on. I could have used my cock for a bat that day! We played well that day (surprise, surprise!) and I pitched eight of the nine innings. We beat Tarboro College 7 to 3. My real victory that day lay ahead of me, though. . .
On the bus coming home from Tarboro College I sat sideways on the seat, still a little high from our win. Marcus came down the aisle toward me and said, "Do you want me to take a look at your ankle?" I could see his little smile in the faint light of the dark bus. "My leg is cramping up, too," I lied. Anything to get his hands on me! Coach Edmunds was sitting a few seats ahead. "Marcus," Coach said, "take good care of Lee's leg. Make sure it doesn't tighten up. I need to get some runs out of him on Tuesday!" Turning mock-serious, Marcus sat down beside me and said, "I'll get right on it, Coach."
My dream was coming true right before my eyes. Marcus was obviously as excited about attending to my foot and leg as I was -- if the bulge in his warm-up pants was any indication. No one on the bus thought anything out of the ordinary was happening as Marcus rubbed my leg up and down, but it was. Extraordinary, even. His fingers moved softly and gently over my ankle and calf. There was no trace the hard, "professional" massage I was accustomed to from Marcus. Now his fingertips moved sensuously and expertly across my feet and legs. "Why do you think I volunteered to be the team's trainer? To touch all of the hottest feet at school," Marcus whispered softly in my ear as he rubbed my hairy shin and calf. In this loud, dark bus full of sweaty baseball players, Marcus and I were alone together. He trailed his fingers down one leg, across my ankle over the soles of my bare feet and then up the other calf. The tickling sensations of his fingers on me caused my cock to swell each time he touched my soles. I had to pull my jacket into my lap to cover up my erection. The sweet scent of post-game socks and sweaty uniforms blew around us in the bus.
My feet were in Marcus' lap and I could feel him getting harder and harder against the side of my foot. As Marcus swirled his fingers over my left foot, I moved my right foot slightly back and forth over his lap. I saw a contented look come over his profile in the dark. "Yes," he breathed, almost silently. I felt his cock get bigger and bigger against my right foot, causing my erection to gorge still more. The feeling of his fingers moving over my feet was a complete sexual revelation for me. The more I rubbed his crotch with my foot the more aroused we both got. This heaven must have lasted for only several minutes, but time seemed frozen between us. Marcus was trying hard not to let his pleasure show on his face, but I could see that he was biting his bottom lip in arousal.
The other guys on the bus had quieted down, and most of them were resting in their seats as the bus droned on towards home in the dark. I noticed that Marcus put one of his hands up to his nose while the other stroked my feet. As he inhaled, I felt him tense up against my slithering foot, signaling the inevitable. He let out a short, low gasp as his erection exploded for my stroking foot. He momentarily stopped caressing my feet. Marcus had to strain very hard to be quiet for fear of being noticed by the other players. His body shook and he pressed his eyes closed. I'll always remember the look on his face intense pleasure mixed with the pain of keeping it hidden. Marcus started slowly to play with my foot again. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled my hand underneath my baseball jacket and rubbed my cock through the dirty baseball pants. For the first time in my life I experienced the doubly wonderful feeling of orgasm while a hot man played with my feet.
The intensity was indescribable, enhanced by the fact that I was sitting in the middle of a crowded bus. I had to jerk my leg away from Marcus fingers because the feeling of his hands on my soles was too intense. Tears had formed in my eyes from the effort of holding myself quietly back from exploding. A few silent minutes passed in the dark bus as we collected our breath (and our thoughts).
Marcus smiled at me and winked after a few minutes. Both of us sat together on that bus seat knowing that good things lie ahead for us. I had found my first "sole mate," my first foot bud. Marcus was a little bit more experienced with guys' feet then I was at the time, but I was a fast learner! Marcus and I had many, many hot times in college together. We roomed together on every overnight baseball trip, if that gives you any indication. I'll post more stories about he and I on the website as it grows. Like they always say, you never forget your first time. With Marcus, that was impossible!
