MY FIRST MALE FEET: A Straight Guy Experiences His First Gay Foot Worship

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He kept tapping my cheek with his toes. Pressed his big toe against my lips. Then he put them over my nose and squeezed. The smell was pretty rancid 😆 Like he actually squeezed my toe, forcing me to smell. I was extremely hard by this point.

In the following weeks, our group continued to meet up since we still had summer break. Daniel acted completely normal, which made me feel secure that our secret would remain intact. Unfortunately, due to the group dynamic, I didn't have a chance to spend time alone with Daniel. Time went by, and nothing significant occurred.I settled onto my pillow, ensuring that my face was as close to his feet as possible. That's how I drifted off to sleep, and whenever I woke up during the night, I instinctively positioned my face near his feet. I largely interact with foot fetishism as a form of body worship," they told me. "I enjoy looking down and watching them open up their mouths as they swallow, or try to swallow, more and more of my foot. It clearly becomes a phallic object at that moment." Feet are second behind sex organs as the most commonly eroticized body parts, and there may be a scientific reason why. Feet and genitals occupy adjacent areas of the brain's somatosensory cortex. In other words, areas of the brain that control genital pleasure and foot pleasure are neighbors. Neurologist Vilayanaur Ramachandran thinks the popularity of podophilia is due to "neural crosstalk" between the two. I had him sleep over last night. The way our couch is, it branches off in two directions. So you can lay on one part and the other person can lay on the other and neither of y'all are in each other's way. Marcel laid one way...without really thinking I laid my head where his feet were. Oh, GOD, your shoe reeks!” I grabbed his arm with both hands, but was unable to push his shoe off of my poor, helpless little nose. I had no choice but to inhale deeply. It was either that, or stop breathing entirely and suffocate. And I prefered smelling his putrid shoes over dying, any day.

It was a really hot summer day. The sun beat down as hard as it could, so me and my best friend hung out inside his nice air conditioned bedroom. My name’s Blake, and I’m a nineteen year old high school graduate. Having not gone to college yet, I was able to spend a lot of my time going to friends’ houses. Trevor, my eighteen year old best buddy, is one of those friends. The two of us have known each other since I was seven and he was six, and we have been inseparable ever since. After the summer camp, I found it hard to believe what had happened. It seemed so improbable that it felt like a dream. However, the memories of that trip were etched in my mind, refusing to fade away. I would always remember the moment when he allowed me to worship his feet under his blanket while he was gaming.

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He used the dust brush on me everywhere I could think of. From my pits to my side, to the bulge in my Tighty Whities. James was loving this and inside so was I. This went on for about another hour. There are sub-groups of this fetish. Some foot lovers are specifically turned on by certain footwear or toenail polish, others see foot worship as a power exchange in BDSM. Like all sex practices, foot fetishism draws inspiration from global culture. The industry of women's high-heeled shoes exists to make feet and legs appear "sexier," often at the expense of comfort. Giving attention to feet has been seen as an act of worship since ancient times. In the Gospels, Lazarus's sister Mary anointed Christ's feet with oil and washed them with her hair -- an act considered by Christians to be the greatest form of reverence.

We have a bar area that serves a variety of drinks where you can socialise and chat to others – we keep the music at a volume where you can have a conversation without having to raise your voice. The organisers try and hang out here so we can welcome you and make sure new visitors are looked after, but we don’t catch everyone so don’t be afraid to come say hello. The next morning, when we woke up, all Daniel did was give me an evil grin before standing up. Everything returned to normal, and I felt a twinge of sadness that the night had come to an end. It felt like I had ventured into another world, and now I had to return to reality. I longed to spend every night sleeping at his feet. Like what?” I asked, and the two of us sat for a moment in though. “How about...the loser has to smell the winner’s feet!” After he left the room I tried my best to get free but could not. I had to listen to TJ try to talk through the underwear that was stuffed in his mouth for hours, until James returned to un tie us.

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The summer break soon ended, and we would see each other less frequently in the coming weeks since we attended different schools. However, the next vacation was on the horizon, and I couldn't help but constantly wonder what he would make me do next time. Open wiiiiiiiide,” Trevor sang, pressing his toes harder against my lips and squeezing tighter on my nose. “Say ahhhhhhhhhh!” But my favorite act involving feet is when I'm inside someone with their feet resting on my shoulders. I love running my tongue up their sole before nibbling or biting into their heel, depending on their pain threshold and preference. For me, this taps into this primal, more animal energy. As my teeth bite into their heel, I bury myself further into them." He was laughing so hard too. At the end of it all, he said, "Don't think I'm letting your tongue touch my foot. That shit's gross." And we went about our night. Ended up sleeping the night at his house. Nothing crazy happened, but I did massage his feet before we both passed out.

The evening progressed, and it was finally time to call it a night, which must have been around 2 or 3 AM. Most of the guys were sleeping on the couches, and Daniel made sure to sleep next to me. As we lay there, he suggested to the guys on our couch that we should arrange ourselves in a top/bottom or bottom/top position (like 6969) to create more space. We agreed, and instantly I understood what he had in mind. Daniel and the guy on the other side of me switched positions, so now Daniel's feet were once again near my face. He took charge of arranging it, and I couldn't have been happier. The next thing I remember was looking up and seeing James's twin brother TJ standing in the door way with a disgusted look on his face. If feet are a turn-on for you, don't worry, you're in good company. Famous foot fetishists (people with podophilia -- not pedophilia) include Elvis Presley, Andy Warhol, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and megastar burlesque vedette Dita Von Teese. So we talked about this a few weeks before we finally agreed how and when this would take place. We would do it on a Saturday night, while I was staying the night at his place. I could not wait for this to happen. Finally, the evening of the sleepover arrived. We gathered at Daniel's house and started with a barbecue. Later, we headed down to the basement, where the gaming room was located. The room had sleeping couches, a TV, and tables. Our group split into different activities—some played Nintendo games, while others engaged in board games. One of the guys and I ended up watching TV. The sleeping couch was already prepared for the sleepover, making it as spacious as a bed. I lay at the end of the couch to be closer to the TV, wrapped in a blanket, enjoying a movie.May I look your boots Sir?" is a sign of interest, if he's a stranger, and a sign of subservience and ownership if he's someone with whom you have an established BDSM relationship. I resumed massaging his feet in the darkness, and the sensation of it all felt surreal. The absence of sight seemed to heighten my other senses. I could feel every inch of his beautiful feet. After a while he took his feet out of my hand, leaving me wondering if he had grown tired of it. But then, his foot pressed against my face again, and he rubbed it over me, searching for my mouth. Foot worship is the gold-standard sex play for foot lovers. Judas, a friend and fellow kinky sex worker, has ample experience in this area.