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I met my Husband Damien when I was in high school. At that time, I had begun to know more about myself, especially my foot fetish, and I discovered that I was gay. I was really apprehensive at that time, especially since gays were snubbed at in my school, although it wasn't in any conservative place. Every time I saw a hunk, or even just His feet, I'd get a rock-hard boner, and I'd have to go to the toilet, to wrap up my dick in layers of toilet paper, to prevent the cum from showing. Damien was in the same class as I was, so we got to see a lot of each other. The first time I entered the classroom, Damien was already sitting in one of the front rows, wearing a pair of cross-trainers, thick white socks, and sweating heavily.
He had confessed to sweating a lot, "especially on my palms and my feet", He said. My, that really turned me on! I'd always noticed Him in school, and I'd once casually sauntered up to Him and asked Him what activity He got into. He was into sports. Squash, to be exact. One, during lunch, I saw Him with a bandage on His foot, wearing sandals. I got really horny after this, especially when He raised His foot all the way up to the level of my face, sole facing me, to show some girls the injury on His foot. I was so excited at that point I breathed in deeply, trying to inhale as much of His foot smell as possible, without being noticed.
I nearly bent forward to lick His sole, it was lucky that I controlled myself just in time, and He put His foot down. I'd never forgotten His feet ever since. Damien was in the same class with me all through the levels of school, and I always sat behind Him, so as to look at His godly feet. When we got to senior high and were of age, two extra clubs were suddenly available, in other words offered us to join, although neither was "aboveground" (they were not approved by the school). One of them was the gay club, and the other was the fetish club. I'd suspected my being gay all through puberty, and I'd known of my foot fetish since I was 8, and I voted with myself, and joined both of them. As Damien and my timetables were different, I never saw him at either club, and thought that He wasn't gay, or neither did He have a foot fetish. What a surprise I was to have when I met Him at gay club one Sunday!
It was any other Sunday, just that I felt a sudden urge to go to gay club. So I went into our hideout, and sat down with another guy to talk. Then, as time passed slowly (that guy left soon after I arrived), I saw the door open, and in walked... who else, but Damien! I gasped at this, and got really horny and hot after that. My lips trembled as He walked down the aisle towards me.
"Damien?" I managed to stutter. He wheeled around, and saw me, sitting down on a low bed, my face lower than His knees, and the smell of His feet (He just had squash practice a while ago, or so He told me) wafted up to my nose, and I whispered quietly,
"Your feet look so good, Damien."
"Oh yes, of course they are. You know, I once thought I saw you at the fetish club, and you were sucking on someone else's feet. I simply LURVE people at my feet, and I'd wanted to tell you about this, that I'm gay and everything, but I couldn't be sure the guy I saw was you. Now I know. Get on the floor now, and kneel DOWN! Here, take off my shoes, socks, and kiss my feet."
Damien raised His right foot all the way up to my nose, waved it around a little, and put it down again, grinning, at the same time pulling down His shorts to show off His large 10" dick, and stroked it, within my full view. I banked at this opportunity, and, getting all turned on, put my mouth to His heel (that was all my own idea, and it took a huge bit of courage to get myself to do it - I didn't know if I'd get the chance again), and bit His shoe off.
He grinned.
"You really are enjoying all this, aren't you?" He said, looking at my hard-on. I said nothing but proceeded to take His sock in my mouth by the toes, sucking on it for a long moment, before finally pulling them off. I held it to my nose, and breathed in deeply. I'd always wanted to smell His foot odor.
I then took His shoe in my arms, and stuffed my face into it, taking a deep whiff of the mixed canvas and foot smell. I extended my tongue in, and licked up the foot sweat flowing on the sole of His shoe. It tasted absolutely delicious. Taking off my Bermudas with one hand and holding His foot with the other, I revealed my rock-hard dick too.
Then, I stared at His bare, soft foot. It was slightly wrinkled from all the sweat He'd been emitting, and smelled superb! I could smell it even from where I was, about 4" away. I slowly brought my face closer, closer, closer... until my lips brushed His sole. I then planted my whole face into His sole, and kissed them profusely. Feeling shortchanged, I slowly let my tongue out, and caressed His foot slowly with it, and tasted His foot, ever so salty and delicious. He flexed His sole and wiggled His toes, signaling me to suck on them.
Only too glad to refuse, I inched my way up His foot, reaching the ball of His foot, and started to suck His foot sweat and lint into my mouth, savoring every bit. I got a rock hard boner, and drips of precum dripped down my dick. It was another hour before I let go of His other foot. By then, I had already shot my load in a towel Damien had in His bag. He was now grinning from ear to ear.
"Boy, I already like you, Eugene," was all he said as he wrapped His sexy feet around my waist, and pulled me closer to Him, and forced me to smell His pits. God! Were they smelly! And they sure tasted extremely good! I spent the whole of the next 15 minutes under either of His pits, licking the sweat from Him, and sucking on His pit hair. Mmm... it was the happiest moment of my life... or so I thought.
"Come up here," Damien ordered, and I sat up, my eyes looking directly at His big, fat cock. "You see this here? Suck it man, and please me. You'll need all the practice you can get,"
He told me, with a glimmer in His eye.
I pressed my face into His cock, moved my tongue over His dickhead, and sucked on it with all my might, stroking His dick with my fingers at the same time. Damien moaned, groaned, and placed His left foot on my crotch, and His right foot over my shoulder. The pleasure for the both of us was so intense, Damien shot His load at least 3 times in the 15 minutes, and me twice more in the same towel. Damien finally took His dick out of my mouth after what seemed like eternity. It was an entirely different experience!
Grinning broadly and all red, He looked at me with a loving look in His eyes.
"Eugene, you're going to be mine for the rest of your life!" Damien whispered in my ear, teeth showing through His wide grin. "AND footslave," He added as an afterthought. We exited the clubroom, although not after we had cleaned ourselves up.
