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Here is a story about my dad's feet:
Even as a young child, I was aware of my attraction to feet. As I grew older, I took exceptional notice to the shape of my dad's feet. They were size 12EEE, really wide, meaty and long toes. His soles were ever so smooth. He has dark, olive complexion and of italian origin. One problem though, my dad rarely walked around barefoot (guess that's how his soles are so smooth). As I have an extreme attraction to wide, meaty barefeet, I devised many plans to take a look at those feet.
Initially I was satisfied with looking at my dad's feet while he slept on the couch. As he lay on the sofa beside me with his socked feet propped up onto a pillow, I imagined all the things I wanted to do with those feet. My cock always became instantly hard when I knew he was fast asleep and I could concentrate on his meaty sole that was pointed directly at me. And then one day I couldn't resist. I positioned myself so that my face was as close to his sole as possible and begin to stroke my dick. I ran through my head thoughts of those feet stepping all over me and abusing my face, wiggling his toes and forcing them into my mouth. I stroked and stroked until my stomach was covered with cum. This continued on for some time until my next revelation. (I still manage to get a sniff when I go back home and dad is fast asleep).
I returned home one day from school to find my dad washing his feet in the basin in the basement. I occupied myself at that moment to ensure I could see him pull that foot out for my viewing pleasure. He did. He lay it up on a chair and began to dry with a towel nearby. As always I could feel the lump in my pants. He finished off the second foot and went upstairs. I remained and bundled up the towel and went directly to my room, smothered my face with the towel and you can only imagine what I proceeded to do. Each day I waited for dad to return home from work and crept downstairs and positioned myself so that I could see those feet through the many partitions of the basement. Oh yes, there is a next revelation.
I returned home from soccer practice one day and proceeded upstairs to my bedroom. As I climbed the staircase, I noticed the bedroom door to my dad's room was opened wide. I knew he was there as he went to bed very early. I slowly crept to the doorway and there slept my dad completely nude, lying on his back with his feet hanging ever so slightly over the bed's edge. I began to shake. To this day, I will never know what possessed me but I crept ever so quietly to the edge of the bed to get a better look of my naked dad and his incredible feet. I approached the bed and put my nose right up to those feet. What an incredible smell! As quickly as I entered, I left. By this point my shorts were completely wet and I managed to jerk off in no more that 10 strokes.
By this point I was completely hooked. I needed to see those feet as often as I could. Each night I would return home and my dad's bedroom door was closed as per usual. That did not deter me. I put my ear directly to the door and listened for my dad's heavy breathing and snoring. And sure enough, there it was one night. My dad was sound asleep in his bed. I slowly opened the door and avoided any squeaking of the hinges. One problem...the sheets were pulled over him. I crept slowly to the bed and began to pull the sheets from under the mattress until I could either get my head underneath them or pull them completely over my dad's foot. I remained in the room for a while and examined and smelled those feet until anxiety managed to get the best of me. As always, I returned immediately to my room and proceeded to jerk off with thoughts of those meaty, italian feet. This continued for sometime until my next adventure.
As night approached this one evening, I proceeded upstairs to my dad's doorway. I entered the room and pulled the sheets over both his feet this time. This time I came prepared. As I lay the paper towel on the floor, I started. I pulled out my cock and put my nose right to those feet. I smelled, I stroked, smelled, stroked until I shot the most incredible load of my life. So dangerous, so exciting! And there lay a pool of cum...WOW! I exited the room and this proceeded on 4 different occasions until...
Yes, I got caught! I entered the room this particular evening and managed to make it to the "foot" of the bed when he woke up. Never have I experienced such embarassment and a lack of words. He asked me what I was doing and made up some sorry and pitiful excuse. I left the room with my head between my legs and unfortunately never went back. I never gained the courage to try again. I am left to the occasional sock sniff and stroke as he sleeps on the sofa.
To this day, I am still guilty of waking up in the middle night and pulling the sheets over my the feet of the men I have dated and jerking off at the foot of the bed!
