by Copeingat
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I am a 19 year old student, and for as long as I can remember I have had an incredibly strong male foot fetish. My Dad's feet, my brothers feet, cousin's and even my friends and teachers. This story is not real. But it is something I have wanted for so long. And one day, I would love for it to come true.
My Neighbour is about 35-40. He is 5ft8 and has the most gorgeous feet. He is a workman, and wears these amazing huge work boots, and occasionally I look out my window to see him in his thick socks, taking out the rubbish or something. And once, the best experience, I caught him in his flip flops. He has dark tanned skin, scruffy hair and stubbly face. He had THE most gorgeous feet I have possibly ever seen.
My fantasy starts on a cold December night around midnight. I go outside for my last cigarette of the day when I noticed someone sitting in his white work van. I slowly walk over there and I notice that it is him, my gorgeous neighbour with the most amazing feet. As I get closer he winds down the window.
"Is everything aright" I ask him politely.
"Yes Mate, me and the wife have had abit of an argument and now I've been kicked out here"
"Bloody ell, you cant stay out here! Come in and stay on my sofa!"
After asking me if I was sure and if my mum would mind, he came in and set himself up on my sofa. After going to my room and waiting for about twenty minutes I sneak downstairs to get a look at his feet. He had taken off his work boots before entering my lounge and has just thick socks on, that were just propping off the edge of the sofa. I crawl in and take a deep breath inhaling his socked foot. After about five minutes, I look up to see him staring at me.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"erm, erm..."
And before I even had time to reply he jumped up as if to leave.
"no! no! please dont tell anyone about this, please"
After contemplating it for a few seconds he said alright, seeing as I has offered my sofa for him for the night. He sat back down.
"So, you have some kind of foot fetish?"
"er yeh I guess so" I replied.
"What? Socks? Feet?"
"All of it. and shoes."
"Well, my work boots are in the hall, they could do with a good cleaning"
"you mean...?"
"Yup, I wanna see my face in them" he said with a smirk on his face.
I ran straight to the hall, took them into the kitchen and started to clean them with a sponge, and after a while, used my tongue.
When they were finally clean I took them back into him.
"Wow, goodboy. They’re quite good, I must say!"
"erm, could I offer you a foot massage?"
"Mate, that might be a little bit weird!"
"No please, I give really good ones."
"erm, alright, I guess so..."
And with that, I got to my knees at the end of the sofa and rubbed his thick socked feet.
"Wow, you are good!"
"Thank you"
"Take them socks off why dont you, and if you have a cheeky sniff as you take um off, I dont wanna know" he said as he winked to me.
There before me eyes were his gorgeous beautiful bare feet. I massaged and rubbed them for over an hour. It was heaven.
And from that day on, everytime I saw him taking out the rubbish, he gave me a cheeky wink.
Like I said, this is my fantasy, but one day, I hope so much for it to be my reality.