by lorenzo428
I have an obsession for feet since I can remember and, according to my mum and dad, even before that; apparently when I was no older than 2/3 I was always trying to play with my father’s feet. According to my mum I was always putting them in my mouth in a very sensual way.
To give a little depth to the story let me go back a little: I am a white Italian and black Caribbean mix. I was born in Dominican Republic from Dominican father and Italian mother. My father is the typical Dominican guy, he grew up on the beach and spent the biggest part of his life there, he’s dark skinned, not very tall, but he was always well built and a sexy man overall. I am of light brown skin, my twin brother is fully white, though we’re non identical. Growing up, my father, did not really appreciate me since I was way too feminine for a boy and therefore my brother was always his favourite, while I was mum’s.
While I was a kid no one seemed to be too bothered by me being weird about feet, they thought it was just a weird way of playing around, but, as it kept happening, my father started scolding me and telling me I needed to stop. I would go into my parent’s room at night and try and uncover his feet from the sheets and try and push my face against it, but he would eventually wake up and then send me away. When I was 4 or 5 we move to Italy with my mum cause my father was drinking and stealing money from her. Learned later that he would also do drugs lick crack and also go with other women, my mum had a hunch about him abusing alcohol and drugs, but everything came to the light when a Dominican woman came to our house and told my mum she had a daughter with my father and she wanted my mum to bring her to Italy with me and my brother. Now that’s a pretty normal behaviour for Dominican people, most of them fish for European and American tourists and, thinking they must be rich, try and trap them in marriages or by having kids who after they force them to look after, or at least that’s how my mum views them now. While in Italy I started noticing my brother’s feet, but I was aware from how my father used to react that he would react badly if I just touched them or tried to ask for them, so I started developing my other huge fetish. I started delving into somnophilia without knowing there was a name for it, honestly I just thought I was crazy. We went to leave in my grandma’s house, which would also remain my family’s house to this very day. There was little space for us at the time and so me and my brother shared a bed for at least a year. I would sometimes put my pillow opposite to where his was and when asked why I would just say I’d sleep better because he snores and it didn’t bother me as much from a little far. I would wait for him to actually fall asleep, my cue would be hearing him softly snoring and, compared to our father, he was a very heavy sleeper. I would stare at his feet in awe, caress them and feel my little dick getting hard by the contact of my skin against the soft skin of his bare soles. I distinctly remember their smell and how I leaned forward to push my nose against his soft soles and how in ecstasy I was. Seeing how his feet where sticking out of the covers was almost like the feet weren’t he’s at all; I found them and they were mine, all mine. And I was free to do with them as I pleased. After little more than one year my mum forgave our dad for his behaviour (both because she still loved him and wanted a fatherly figure for me and my brother) and allowed him to come to Italy to leave with us. I guess when he moved to Italy there were a lot of things he needed to deal with, like being a black man trying to integrate in a country that didn’t appreciate diversity and still fully doesn’t to this very day. He took a driving licence and start driving a truck for a company delivering for and fruits for supermarkets, which meant he slowly started adapting to work and stay up all night and then sleep for the whole day. I was still hooked on my brother’s feet, but I could multitask :) if I could play with my brother’s feet while he was sleeping, I could try with my father’s feet too.
I would enter the room and try and lift the covers up almost everyday, he would always almost immediately wake up and send me away and even when he didn’t the most I could do was look at them in the dark for a little while, maybe touch them. I remember being reprimanded almost constantly when I was a kid for this behaviour; I didn’t care. All I wanted was feet and I needed to have them. I guess my brother’s feet could do at that point, but I guess one day I got too bold and was fully sucking on his big toe, I remember how it was twitching in my mouth and how great the feeling was, but then he woke up and went crying to hour parents who knew full well about my feet obsession. They would tell me it’s wrong, that my father and my brother are family member and that I cannot sexualise family member. I’d pretend I was sorry while actually planning in what ways I could be more careful. It worked with my brother most of the time, but my father was impossible to get. I should add I soon discover I had a fetish for hands too, mostly my father’s, I did with my brother’s too, but growing up I started thinking his are gross. I guess it’s because my father would wear socks after understanding that I wasn’t just playing around, somehow my sexual attention shifted to something that in my mind was similar and usually uncovered. I remember the way it made me feel to be touched by my father’s hand and how it’d make me feel so horny. I also started play testing that inclination with my sleeping brother and once I took his hand and fully put it inside my pants. He was snoring loud and I squeezed my rock-hard dick, in my brother’s palm. I used to admire his hand and soon after I started sucking on his fingers, my favourite was always the thumb, and I would avidly suck on it while touching my dick. He eventually found out about that too, somehow though he was less grossed out by that than he was by me licking his feet and he would make petty agreements with me that if I did things for him, like letting him playing with a toy of mine he coveted or stuff like that, he would let me suck on a finger. I guess as he also started developing a sexuality, but not the sense of what’s right and wrong we would like kiss and or try and touch each other’s genitals, but it didn’t last for long, so I went back to waiting for the night to do my thing, By then and with my father back we made more room in my gran’s house and me and my brother shared a room, but not the same bed anymore. Which means I had to go into his bed or play with his hand and feet while sitting on the floor. The more I did it the more I wanted it and would try on my dad’s feet too, but with little to none success, it was always easier with the hands cause I. Could bite them while we were playing or sometimes I’d pretend I tooth was giving me pain and so he’d check with a finger if it was about to come off and stuff like that. I remember once we were playing and he dared me to do something, so after I did what he asked, I dared him to do something else: go into dad’s room while he was asleep and kiss one finger, he did and when I asked if he woke up he said he didn’t, so I then went in his room and tried to kiss one finger too, my father did not move. I kissed another one, and then didn’t move again. I got bolder and then went to the end of the bed. I remember being the silhouette of the ankle of his feet showing from under the sheets while he was lying on his belly. I slowly started undoing the sheets from under the mattress and then putting them up over the ankles of his feet. They were bare for the first time in a while and I remember being sad of how dark it was in the room and that I couldn’t see them properly, but nonetheless they were infant of me and he seemed deeply asleep. I remember my heart racing so hard that I was having trouble breathing regularly, I was afraid he’d wake up from my whimpering, my dick was so hard as I got closer and felt the heat radiating from his feet. The idea of being finally so close to his feet was intoxicating. I placed my lips on the smallest toe, testing how asleep he could be and moving to another toe after seeing he was deeply asleep. I tried enveloping the big toe in my mouth slowly, as I did my brother’s many times before, but while I was there, my brother walked into the room, not seeing me coming back and I stopped, I was embarrassed that I was seen. After that I continued like this with my father feet for years and eventually started fetishising my uncle’s and friend’s feet and hands. Feet where hard to access, but hands where always in sight. I remember me and my brother where slow learner a school, we started going to two separate therapist when very young cause my mum realised we were struggling to integrate in Italy after leaving the Caribbeans, I should add that she’s a psychiatrist, so I guess it just felt like the wisest thing to do to help us and talk about our feelings, also considering how I was always telling my mum I wanted to be a girl. This little bit is to add that after a while we were both assigned private teachers the would come t four house to help us study, but that would also take us out to play. I would look at my private teacher’s hands while he was writing or helping me count with his fingers. My dick would go rock hard and I remember how I would masturbate at night on about his hands being in my mouth. Once I proper sucked on one of his fingers while we were at the park. He asked me why I did it and I said I liked the way they looked and from them on he would try and tell me all the time that it is okay to be different, but that I needed to find people that where like me and wanted the same things I did. I was also unaware that our private teachers would tell our parents everything and together with my tendencies towards the feet of all the man in and outside of my family, I was constantly being told of and especially despised by my father. My mum would always protect me, but I knew that I was somehow at fault and I didn’t care, I needed to play with hands and feet and didn’t really care what everyone else thought. I would have to develop ways to get what I want and not be found out. I learned to take pictures of people’s feet and hands when I got my first phone and I had my gallery full of guy’s feet I would take pictures of on the street, my father’s, my brother’s, some of my uncles and even my new private teacher after the first one got married and took time off from his job. He told my parents since soon after they too told me off and also found out about my gallery of pictures. My dad deleted all my pictures and remember how devastated I was that I would never get those beautiful trophies back.
I was probably in my 14 or 15 years when I felt confident enough about trying with my dad’s feet. I definitely had more knowledge about sex and fetishes and I had also developed more skilled in being more sly. I remember I used to observed when at lunch he was drinking more, or when in the morning he would look more tired coming back from work and so, when I was home alone with him, I would go around the house and shut all the shutters in the house, close the windows to limit the noise and then open the door softly. I would tip toe towards his bed, with my heart in my throat and lay next to him, this way if he would wake up, I could just pretend I wanted to sleep next to him because I didn’t want to be alone. It was also to test how heavily he was sleeping. Once I’d establish he was deeply asleep I would slowly reach for his hand with mine and just hold it, again I was a kid, and maybe he would have just thought I was being affectionate, with my hand fetish being not as clear to him as my foot fetish was. Once My hand was in his and he would not wake up, I’d slowly start to pull it towards my face. I would first open his fist and then put my cheek on it. I would still sleep and so adjust my lips to the thumb and after a little wait, to make sure that if I was waking him up he would go back into deep sleep, I would open my mouth and slowly envelope his thumb with my lips. My dick was rock hard and then I started sucking slightly and then with more intensity, happy I finally got what I wanted. I started touching myself, but he woke up again and send me away. We continued on like that for sometime, where he would fully move a chest of drawer and put it against the door so I couldn’t go in. I was back at square one and yet I didn’t fully have his feet. I had to be content with glimpsing at them when we where on holidays by the sea, rare occasions in which he would wear sandals or flip flops were I could snap pics of them and use them for later or fish for his dirty used socks from the laundry basket in the bathroom. I would keep them under my pillow and sniff them while masturbating.
Then I turned 16… I was fully out as gay, I found out my uncle was too and him and his boyfriend helped me a lot into accepting myself. My father though still was homophobic and even more enraged with me for fully being one and proud of it: I would go out with guys and once he made a snarky comment infront of everyone at dinner and mum told plain and simple that if he ever said something like that again he was gonna get kicked out and then he slowly stopped being too openly homophobic. I remember ones He called me into his room before falling asleep and asked me plain and simple if I was having sex with the friends I was going out, I told him just the one I liked and he then asked me “and you lick heir smelly and dirty feet?” I was stunned by how direct that question was, but I plainly said “if I can I will”, but before that I never even considered sexualising other gay guys feet, I was always hooked with the straight men around my house and I wouldn’t discover gay guy’s feet until a few more years. I did have anal sex with guys since I was 14, but did not enjoy it at all, I just thought I needed to fit in, at least in being gay, and my feet thing was too weird and was safer in my own home. One morningI faked being sick to stay home and I was so horny! I had to try and get my father’s feet or hands. I was used to him waking up and sending me away, so at that point was just a matter of trying my luck, hoping one day I’d succeed. I went around the house and close all windows and shutters to make sure it’d be dark and silent; I tried to open the door and god, It opened! I was more hopeful by then and so did as usual, lie next to him and pull his hand close to my face. He woke and hugged me, I pretend I wanted to seep there and turned around, pulling his arm around me. He scooted closer and I was only waiting for him to fall back asleep. After a few instants he put his hand on my dick from over the pants and squeezed. I was terrified I was found out. To that he asked me “do you need to go to the toilette?” I just shook my head in dread he would tell me off. He let my cock go and I waited, pretending to sleep to what felt like forever. I one point I took courage, remembered how good it felt to have his hand on my dick, and took his hand and lowered it towards my crotch again. I saw no reaction from him, still big spooning me, and so worked his hand into my pj’s pant and over my boxers. I stopped to see his reaction and it is then that he put his hand inside my pants and started masturbating my dick. I was in shock. Didn’t know what to do, so I lay there, while he was touching my dick, at some point he got up and went down for my dick and started sucking on in. I wasn’t really happy with that, both because having my dick sucked it’s not what I wanted and also because he was awake. I let him continue sucking my dick and after a little bit he got up again and masturbated my dick with his hand, which felt good. I was disappointed, but thought “fuck it!” And took his other hand and started sucking on his fingers. I did want to go down to his feet, but when he started lowering my pants and move his hand to my ass I got up and left. That was the start of my sexual relationship with my father. In the open he would continue making comments about me having a foot fetish, or eventually sucking my brother’s feet, but when it was just the two of us home I would go to his room and sit by the end of the bed and undo the sheets. At that point he could not refuse me playing with his feet. In my head I would full myself he was asleep, cause that excited me, but he was always either fully awake or he would wake up while I was either sucking on his toes, licking the soles of his feet or even put my dick on them. We would never talk about this or talk during me sucking on his feet or masturbating my dick with his hand while sucking the fingers of the other. I know he wasn’t asleep because once I saw him staring at me while sucking his thumb and because once I adjusted his feet around my dick and they fully stayed in place when I moved my hands away. My signal to know that he would let me play with his feet was him coming up to me in the morning after work and tell me “I am really tired and afraid I am not gonna wake in time for work this evening. Can you come and wake me up?” I was in a bliss, I could finally lick my father’s feet and play with his hands anytime I wanted, but our relationship was still rocky. I never spoke to him in the house if I could avoid it. I resented him for making me feel crazy my whole childhood and for always saying I was weird. He was also very violent and would beat me and my brother as a form of punishment anytime we’d be nice. I guess that we could only have a relationship through sex, or better through me having sex with his hands and feet. In all this he started drinking heavily again and later I would find out that he started cheating on my mother with other women and that he started doing drugs again. During a fight I heard my father accusing my mum of not having had sex with him for almost 5 years and my mum saying she was disgusted by him. I was ironically grossed out by witnessing this fight, but I also realised that what was destroying my parent’s relationship was also allowing my perversions to come to life.
A little before them separating, Once my mother went for dinner at my auntie’s house with my grandma. I didn’t go because I made plans with my friends and my brother was out with his. My father was home cause it was a Sunday and it was his day off. Mum told me she left pasta for us for dinner and to just warm it up. She told me dad was drunk and asleep and that I needed to go and wake him up just when dinner was ready so I did as she told me, I went to call him and he did not respond to me. I was already horny he was sleeping heavy for the first time in probably forever, but just went and eat my dinner and quickly prepare for my night out with my friends. I went to his room again, thinking he couldn’t just sleep all evening and needed to eat something but he didn’t respond to me calling him. I felt my desire rising to the stars. Got closer to his bed and trying moving his socked feet to wake him up, but really cause I wanted to touch them. He kept sleeping and I was so happy! So horny! I started slowly taking off one sock as I continued calling him, feeling like I was in absolute control of the situation and not in need of him giving be permission to go. He never slept through me removing his socks and he did this time. My heart was pounding, my dick hard as a rock. I started massaging the one bare foot and smelling the worn sock. I took my dick out of my jeans and push it against his soles. After I crouched down and started sucking his toes while masturbating my dick; I even went up and started sucking on his thumb while masturbating. I needed to leave the house soon, so I needed to finish quick. I think that’s the first time I fully cummed on his soles while holding his smelly sock to my nose. To seal the perfect orgasm, I put his sock inside my boxers and kept it there the whole night out with my friend and think to what a perfect orgasm that was. I came back really late, both because I was drunk, but also because I was afraid of my dad’s reaction. I went to bed and was fully prepared to fall asleep. My brother was fully snoring. My dad comes into the room and says he wants to kiss me goodnight. He kisses me close to my lips a few times.
It was a few days after that that while I was trying my routine in his bed. He tells me “you know that I am always awake while you’re doing this?” I freeze, but soon after say “I really like it when you’re asleep though” he insisted he didn’t want to pretend anymore and I simply refused to let him touch my dick while I knew he was awake. I refused him for a little bit, but eventually le him put his hand in my pj’s while I was making love to his other hand, that episode ended with me humming all over of his soles and leaving the house without saying a word, while I was on the door he said “thank you” and I remember being extremely cringed by that. I after that told him many times that us doing that was acceptable only if it was me playing with his feet. H could touch my dick, because it meant he was a pedophile; but if it was just me licking and playing with his feet and hands and it was just me, being a disturbed kid. I know, very manipulative of me. I would make up the most crazy stories to get feet from straight guys or to justify the why: that because I was in art school. I needed to take pictures of feet to later draw them, or that I wanted to study anatomy, or maybe while they where drunk and they would come over to my house or I would go to theirs. Unfortunately my going after friends eventually got out, with them waking up while I was sucking their toes or when I was offering them money to let me suck them. I would try to target guys I knew weren’t very popular in high school and were less likely to go around and say it, but It wasn’t always the case.
Once I finished high school I moved to London, in 2014, with my best friend. That opened a whole knew world to me. Endless possibilities to find guys and their feet and also the bliss of leaving with other people. I was always befriending my housemates and making sure they’d be comfortable with me sleeping in their room.
Me and my best friend would organise parties at the house and because she’s hot, there would always be guys at the house with us. Straight guys, my favourite thing. The house where I had the most fun is the one we moved in with the guy she was fucking with. We where all leaving in the same room. They had the big double bed and I had the small one positioned opposite to theirs. Every morning I had the best view of her bf’s feet, but I never dared touch them. I only ones sniff them while I was getting ready for work, but he got up and look straight at me, moments after I managed to move away, though I have the feeling he knew. One morning He woke up while, from my bed, I was trying to sneak a pic of his right foot’s sole, fully towards me. I managed to pretend I was on FB, but he moved his foot away under the covers and fell asleep again. I never managed to play with them and I fully regret that. But In the house there where two other guys who’s feet I coveted. The first one is a Kurdish man with the sexiest feet who I feared was homophobic and so I did not mention being gay. The other one another Italian who loved parties, drugs and alcohol. One night we had a party with both the Kurdish man and the Italian guy with my best friend. We drunk a litre of vodka each and things got wild soon. I vaguely remember that night. My friend went upstairs to have sex with one new guy that recently moved in and I was downstairs with the guys. I think I started being inappropriate because of the alcohol with the Kurdish guy saying that I wished to lick is feet, he said he wanted to have sex with my friend and started getting a little aggressive, I remember him struggling me and kissing me, me grabbing his hand and shoving his thumb in my mouth and sucking on it and him telling me that I needed to help him have sex with my friend. The Italian guy left by this point to go to his room. I was still trying to convince the guy to let me lick his feet, he fully said no and that he wanted to have sex with my friend, to which I finally answered “she’s my best friend, if you let me suck your toes I will help you have sex with her”. He allowed me to suck his fingers again, but then left the room and went up to the new guy’s room. I later learned that he got naked and try to get in bed with my best friend, to which the new guy responded by fighting him off. My friend recalls her and the guy fully naked, wrestling on the floor. While this happened I was horny and disappointed, so I walked up to other Italian housemate and just went in the room. He was in bed and asked me if we were still partying. I said everyone went to bed and that I didn’t want to sleep alone. I got into his roommate’s bed and he said after a while that his feet were sore after working all day. I offered to massage them, obviously, and heard him moaning in pleasure. I started alternating my fingers to my tongue; He realised what I was doing while I was fully sucking on his toes. I wanted him to fall asleep, but I was too drunk and horny. He then pulled me up and asked me to sit on his dick. At that point I though fuck it and went for it, but it wasn’t getting hard, to which he asked me to suck on his dick and see what happens. I did and it was still super soft. After a little while he said “I fear I am fully straight” to which I responded by just leaving the room. To this day we are still friends and he lets me just lick his feet while he’s chilling, he never let me cum on them though. As I was going back down to my room I saw the Kurdish guy’s room fully opened. I went in and found him passed out on the floor next to his bed. I couldn’t resist, he couldn’t refuse me. I got down as quietly as I could being drunk, and started undoing his shoe laces. I removed one sock and started kissing the sole of the foot, looking at him as he lied there like a lifeless puppet, mouth half open. He changed position after I started masturbating with his foot and I didn’t register he had then woken up and was only pretending to be asleep. So I lay on the floor and got closer to his foot once again. I looked at the sole and felt wild while thinking of how I was abusing him and taking advantage of the situation. I took his big toe in my mouth and then masturbated my dick till I cummed. I don’t remember going to bed, but somehow I did and miraculously woke up for work the next morning. I was still in awe for my success of the previous night and thought that maybe he was still asleep. I went to his room again, hoping to find him passed out on the floor and instead saw him seating on his bed, when I went in he told me “I didn’t realise you were gay” to which he added he’s straight and wanted to have sex with my friend, and that I needed to help him. I was more sane and told him that my friend wasn’t interested. He then replied “let me put my fingers into your mouth again” which got crazy horny again, but my friend, who was on shift with me, came checking on me and seeing him there started arguing with him about him breaking into the room naked like that. That was the last time he let me suck his feet, not so consensually. I messaged him a year after, from a new house, and he told me that because he’s straight and Muslim he will never allow that to happen again. I think I developed a super fetish to muslim straight man or to toxic masculine guys. The more straight they were, the more I wanted their feet. I was in a disco once with many friends and drunk. A guy was staring at me and I was so annoyed cause I thought he was judging me. I went up to him and told him that if he was bothered by me he could go and dance somewhere else in the club, that I was having fun with my friends and didn’t want any problems. He asked me for my number and told me he wanted to be friends, that me being gay was none of his business. He was so hot! He’s straight, in his early 30s and Algerian. We started hanging out every time me and my friends where out. My hope was befriending him enough to make him comfortable around me and hopefully one day he’d be drunk enough to accept and come sleep at my place.
One day I was out with my best friend and he teed me. I invited him and my friend was annoyed cause he was always flirting with her. He got there with his cousin and my friend left almost immediately. Me him and his cousin got drunk and decided to go to the same club where we met the first time. I had some pills my friend left me and offered it to them. We had a great night, me and his cousin had sex in the toilet, while he disappeared for hours. I told myself I was not going to pass on this opportunity and bring the cousin home. He was straight as well, but I guess the pills and the alcohol lowered his defences. Yet he said no to my offer to go back to my house. I was super annoyed, we were waiting for my friend to be back and once he did he told me he went to a girls house. He was so out of it because of the pills. We went to the underground and while he was saying bye to me I pushed my luck. “Would you like to come to my house? I have some wine and I can maybe give you a foot massage?” To which, much to my surprise, he said yes. So we went back to my place and massaged his feet until he fell asleep. I sucked his toes and licked his feet and summed on them while he snored. After I feel asleep next to him and then He woke me up to have sex. He was fucking me, but couldn’t finish because of the pills so we fell asleep again. We went out together a few times again, but then he fully blocked me from everywhere and I haven’t heard from him ever again.
In the meantime, the situation at home was bad. My mum first forced my father after the bedroom when he lost his job. He had a regular check that the company was doing to all employees and they found that he was positive to drugs. Before she kicked him out of the house, he was always sleeping on the sofa. I was already living in London from 3 years and would come and visit once in while; I would take the opportunity when he was passed out in the kitchen to go and suck his toes and lick his soles and cum all over them. Sometimes he wouldn't wake up, others he would and tell me that everyone was in the house and it was too dangerous.
He later went to live on the street and started squatting into what used to be my kindergarten. 2 or 3 years ago, I went to visit and mum told me that she was helping my father taking a plane-ticket to go to Chile, where his sister could find him a job. Our relationship was rocky already for many different reasons, but I told him that He couldn’t go away without my sucking his feet one last time. I went to the kindergarten where he was squatting and went into a room where he had dragged a mattress, he told me that they didn’t yet cut the water and plus it was summer so at least it wasn’t cold. We lied down and I took my phone out immediately. He responded in horror that I couldn’t film any of it, to which I answered that no one will ever find out. It was the last time I was sucking his feet, I needed something to remember him by, the only part of him I appreciated needed to be imprinted into my mind forever. So I filmed my self sucking on his feet, then his hands, then his feet again. I was so in ecstasy that I shoved all five his toes into my mouth, almost the whole foot was in my mouth. I finally started masturbating on his feet until I cummed all over the soles and step pics of his feet covered in my cum. After he moved away we kept in contact for a little while. He would send me pics and we would masturbate in video call while he’d watch my dick and I’d watch his feet.
One day he told me we needed to stop talking and that I wasn’t normal. We had a huge fight and told him he was never going to hear from me again. Still to this day I am not talking to him, he would make a new fb profile once every now and then and send me a friend’s request, which I always refuse. I blocked his number and refuse to speak to him every time he calls mum. My brother refuses to speak to him too, since he started abusing drugs my brother felt like he lost his hero; they had a physical fight before my father left the house and that’s the last time they spoke, 4 years ago.The last time I managed to lick a close relative’s feet was my brother when He came to live to the U.K. He didn’t know anyone and needed me to help him get started. One night we celebrated him being there and we got drunk with my housemates and friends. He slept on a extra mattress we had for guests in my room. That night he was snoring loudly.
Now bare in mind that after all my perverted behaviours with him our relationship got very distant and weird. He didn’t mind me being gay, but he didn’t want me sucking his feet obviously, it was weird, and wrong and I, on the other hand, have grown to be a very shy, sort of closed person, especially towards him. So when he was asleep next to me it didn’t even crossed my mind to touch his feet. I was genuinely annoyed that he was snoring so loud and was preventing me from falling asleep. So I started poking him in hope he would stop, but he continued, mouth open, head tilted back. It finally dawned on me. I took a long time deciding, my dick was throbbing, but I would never get a chance like that again. I lift the sheet and his feet where bare. I tried talking myself out of doing again, but then saw his soles, soft and pink, his loud snoring and couldn’t help myself.
I lay on the floor, infant of his bare feet. My breath short and my heart pounding in my chest. I touched his soles a few times and saw no reaction from him and proper pressed my face on his soles; they were so soft and warm, lightly smelly and huge, giants (12.UK) compared to our fathers (a mere 8.5 UK). I licked the sole flatting my tongue to the surface of the right foot and started masturbating. He continued sleeping deeply and snoring loudly. That got me crazy and took my cock out and started masturbating on the left foot which was far apart from the one on my face. I masturbated my foot against the left foot and kept the big toe in my mouth till I bursted all over his sole. I was in such a frenzy that I decided I was not gonna clean my cum off my brother’s lifeless foot and just went back to bed, feeling a little guilty, but still hyped. I only wish I took pics of that, but it was a heat of the moment and just went with it.
Me and my brother are not talking atm. He started abusing drugs in London and asking me for money to help him out. I tried for a little while, but after I realised he was just using it to get more drugs I told him I was tired of that. There has also been an instance in where he tried to tell my friends of what I used to do with his feet and our father’s, but I managed to stop him. I told him we should keep this things private and that it wasn’t his place to tell my friends and eventually everyone sided with me and decided he needed to move out; mostly because he would go to extreme lengths to find drugs, go out in the middle of the night and also call them in the middle of the night to ask for money. He moved out and we haven’t really talked in about one year.
I thought many times that I could call him and tell him to come and do drugs with me so that when he passes out I could lick his feet. But despite my perversions I care for my brother, and I don’t want him to destroy his life, so I never did, also because I stopped clubbing and doing drugs years ago. I do try and fish for gay guys who would let me suck their feet, or gay guy’s who are into having their bodies played while they’re sleeping or even straight guy’s who I could trick and either drug or make drunk so that I could lick their feet while they’re out. I had a few late adventures like that and always somehow manage to convince straight guys to let me lick their feet if I can’t have them asleep. I am now seeing, being close to my 30s how my fetish is gonna evolve and now that I am going back to Italy, after having lived in the UK for 10 years how I can have straight guy’s unconscious feet for myself.
Stay tuned and I might send a part 2(?) of what is basically a memoir of my feet fetish. And I did not include everything!
