by Wes
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I'm not completely sure exactly when I became obsessed with feet...
I guess it was sometime early in my college days; I attended a major southern-state public university, where the weather was warm 85-90% of the time. Guys walked around in shorts, tee shirts, and, of course, the ever-popular flip-flops.
My realization that I was gay coincided with my discovery of the foot as a highly erogenous part of the body; I spent ALOT of time cruising around campus, hitting various men's rooms looking to suck cock. As I learned the most effective cruising methods, it became clear that watching and studying guys feet under the restroom partitions was very important; as a result, the more I watched guys' feet and foot action, the more intrigued (and eventually fascinated) by feet I became.
I started out just checking out guys' feet in class and as they walked around; that led to jerking off in restrooms around campus while watching their feet under the partition walls, carefully observing how they would seemingly subconsciously curl and "wide-flex" their toes, the view always better when they sat down. Soon, however, my powers of observation paid off; if they sat essentially motionless (before the telltale leg movements all guys have when they start to jerk off), then I knew they weren't there to use the facilities, they were there for sex...and all I had to do was wait for my favorite signal...
The casual raising and lowering of their toes in a innocent-looking "tapping" motion, made all the more arousing when done while wearing flips; their incredibly sexy tendons exposed and taut; the hairs on their toes and feet tops wiggling...it was almost enough to make me cum prematurely.
For the most part, guys weren't looking for foot action; they just wanted a blow job...but once, early in my gay college experience, the following took place...my hand to God:
I was sitting in a stall, patiently waiting for someone to enter the one adjacent to mine. I'd had a few cocks already, and it was getting late; I figured it was probably time to call it a day, when I heard the outer door to the restroom swing open; he wasn't walking very fast, which made him an immediate cruise candidate. I listened excitedly as he walked across the tile floor; the echo of his flips was making my cock throb and ooze precum.
He walked past all the urinals, entered the stall, and sat down, giving me a perfect view of his right foot.
And what a right foot it was...
About a size 10, maybe an 11...perfectly tanned...long, thick, meaty toes...little wisps of hair on each one...a lovely mini-forest atop his foot...tendons visible with his foot at rest (an unusual but very erotic bonus)..each toe perfectly straight, aligned, and flush (no gaps) in descending size order, with his 2nd toe about 1/4 of the nail longer than his big toe...
In other words...The Perfect Foot.
I had to swallow several times, because I was salivating like a starving man eyeing a steak dinner...it was all I could do to watch him through the glory hole to see if he would start masturbating, which was, of course, the ultimate sign he was looking for head.
He was very still for quite awhile, but there were no sounds or smells to indicate he was there to use the facilities...after waiting several minutes, I decided to initiate things with the patented, tried-and-true "foot tap" maneuver...
To which he responded almost immediately.
My heart leapt, as did my cock; I had to let go of it to keep from squirting. Looking through the glory hole, I could see his hands were between his legs, but appearing to be motionless; he was still sending mixed signals at this point. I decided to take things to the next level...
I repeated the tap action, but moved my foot about an inch closer to his in the process...our flips were now about 3 inches apart.
Long pause. VERY long pause.
Finally, he responded in kind...and our flips were touching when his foot came to rest!!!
My cock involuntarily spasmed and oozed what was probably the largest amount of precum I'd ever had (before or since)...my heart was racing...still nothing definitive through the hole, though...my mind was whirling...I didn't see any other recourse...
I lifted my pinky toe...reached over...and gently stroked his.
And he stroked mine back.
EUREKA!!
I couldn't contain myself any longer...I dropped to the floor...gently extracted his flawless foot from his flip...and began rubbing, stroking, smelling...worshipping this impeccable work of God.
Plump toe pads...soles as soft as ermine, smelling faintly of some exotic lotion...high arches...beautiful insteps … smooth, callous-free heels...thin, beautiful ankles with large, protruding anklebones...beautifully-defined Achilles tendon...a deep gully on both sides between the ankle bones and his Achilles tendon as a result...
I gorged myself on his foot like a condemned man eating his final meal.
Eventually, I became aware of his moans and grunts...he was enjoying this as much as I was...he finally joined me on the floor, and as a reward for my efforts, offered his left foot (to which I hadn't had access at that point) for worship as well...
I felt like I was in an orgy...I couldn't get enough...I licked, sucked, kissed, rubbed, massaged, caressed, studied, and otherwise paid homage to this guys feet like I never had anyone else (again, before or since)...
Eventually I sucked him off, for which he was very appreciative...we chatted afterwards, and he told me how he'd never had his feet worshipped like that before, but had always wanted someone to do it; like me, he was into feet, but had difficulty meeting many other guys that were as well...
I told him I'd do his feet ANYTIME he wanted...additional sex or not.
As it turned out, I never saw him again...I frequented that men's room a lot, but he never to my knowledge ever returned...but I'll never forget my first full-blown experience with foot worship...I still masturbate to the memory today...25 years later.
And from that experience begat my lifelong devotion and love affair with the male naked foot.
