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My story is based on true facts. When I was about six years old, I began to feel attracted to feet.
In the beginning I just wanted to smell and tickle them, but since I had no other choice for feet, I started to play with my brothers' while they were asleep. You see I have 4 older brothers of varying ages. It was always a thrill to wait until they began to snore so that I could first smell and then tickle their feet slightly. The tickling was perhaps the most exciting thing for me because they would move their feet and change positions. Meanwhile I would be hiding under their bed waiting for them to start snoring again so that I could continue to smell and tickle their feet. I did this for about 3 years without being busted, until one night, the second of my brothers who was the most ticklish of all, woke up and so I was in trouble.
The following morning he told my mom who authorize him to spank me hard so that I would not do it again. And so my foot fetish remained latent until I could come out as gay at age 19. Then I met my first date and even though the guy was not ticklish, he had very beautiful feet and would let me kiss them whenever I wanted. The saddest thing about this is that we had to stop seeing each other because I was still living with my mom and she was a control freak, let alone the fact that she did not know I was gay.
Well I guess she suspected because of the tickling incident with my brother years before. After I stopped seeing Dan (that was his name), I began to meet people whom I dated until they found out about my fetish and did not want to experience having me at their feet but once. Then while I was attending college in Iowa, I roomed with a guy who was str8, so he told me. At first I was afraid of even getting close to his feet while he was asleep, especially because he was str8 and had a GF. But one night something changed all this. We both used to share an apartment with two other guys who were spending a long weekend in San Francisco.
That night I was cooking dinner when he came back home from a baseball game (he used to play). I asked of him to take me to the grocery store to buy some pop when to my surprise he made a deal with me.
He said "I am tired but I will take you there if you massage my feet."
He said he had been standing on them for hours because he had to pitch 5 innings. I could not believe my ears when he said that, but I accepted right away. And so when we came back from the store and had eaten supper, he told me to take off his shoes and socks to massage his feet. He was lying on the sofa, watching TV and I was putting lotion on his feet to rub them. He loved it so much that from then on, he would ask me to do it whenever his feet needed attention.
Somehow the situation baffled me. How could a str8 guy ask his roommate to do that for him? To this day I cannot figure it out because he eventually got married and still is. But I took advantage of the situation, especially because we slept in the same room alone. Sometimes he would ask me to rub his feet before he fell asleep and when he did, I would smell, kiss, and tickle them.
He never caught me in the act, I guess because he was a heavy sleeper. But at this time, more than the excitement of playing with his feet, I felt that I was growing into my fetish even more, day in day out. And even worse than that, I was afraid of acting upon it whenever I met somebody that I was interested in dating because it always turned people off. When I finished college in Iowa and I did not see my roommate anymore, I stopped playing with feet for a while. As time goes by and I get older, I have thought my foot fetish is wrong because it does not allow me to keep a steady relationship with anybody.
And the latter part has turned out to be true to a degree because, although I have met many guys who wanted to experience having a guy at their feet, it has been just that: a one time thrill, perhaps twice, but no more.
