I've been an admirer of male feet and had a tickling fetish all my life, I have followed this website ever since I discovered how to sneak in a dial-up internet connection from the home phone-line. I've read countless unforgettable stories from this site, and never in my wildest dreams thought I could ever share mine. 

I'm currently in my early twenties, and though I think of male feet and tickling 55% of my living time, I unfortunately have had VERY little experience on it thanks to an intense level of personal shyness. 

The story I’m going to share is about the first time i've seen a man's bare soles in full glory. I was about 10 years old at the time, but already had an intense tickle fetish. This was after school hours and I was waiting for my carpool to come pick me up. There is an unfinished gymnasium building at the back our school and I always fancy exploring its 'roman-ruin' style architecture to see what I could find. 

This time there is the white pick-up truck parked in between the back of the school and the gymnasium. As I moved closer to investigate I was shocked to see some toes sticking out of the driver's seat window. It seems the driver of the pick-up was lying across the driver's seat and passenger seat taking a nap with his feet pressed up against the inside of the driver's door. The window was completely pulled down and I could see his toes sticking out perfectly. I've seen barefeet before, but always the tops when guys wear sandals. But never really the soles, the object of all my tickle-lust. 

I remember being fully hypnotized by the sight. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest. The rest of the world literally disappeared and all there was was me and that truck. Luckily there was a concrete bench right across the driver's side of the pick up around 10 feet away. I sat exactly across those sexy toes and insteps pretending I was a kid casually sitting down. Though it was such a poor act, i won't be fooling anybody, there was not a person to be seen a mile away. The only people who were there was me and that driver. 

But I didn't care, I was totally transfixed. I stared at the upper half of those soles with my mouth wide open, imagining all the things I could do to it. I daydreamed of tickling it, licking it, moving closer pretending to play and sneak in a whiff. Anything. They were the smoothest soles I have ever seen. 

It must have been a good 10 minutes now that i look back to it, but by that time it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, something happened that was to give me a near heart-attack. The driver whom I thought was sleeping, he raised his head from the passenger seat and caught me dead in the eye. We made eye contact for like 3 seconds before I involuntarily jerked my head to my left side looking at the floor. Pretending to be just a kid minding my own business sitting in this concrete bench not bothering anybody. Like that would fool anyone. 

I didn't know how long he was actually looking at me, because I was too transfixed in the upper-part of his soles to have noticed he was already staring at me. My shyness exploded like a volcano and I was paralyzed in that bench unable to move my head from staring at the floor. I couldn't even get my legs to stand up. 

I swear it must have been a good 10-15 minutes that I was staring at that floor in shame. When I finally got my head up, I got the second biggest shock of my life!

Far from removing his feet, the man now had his entire two feet OUTSIDE the rolled-down window of the driver's seat. The two feet were crossed revealing those two sexy soles in full glory. Now I could see the soles of his feet from heel to toe! And they were crossed in such a sexy manner I literally got the wind knocked out of me. 

At that point I lost track of time, honestly, until this day I cannot remember how I disengaged from that scene. I don't remember standing up and walking away. And I don't remember how many minutes, or hour, did I sit there and salivated over those sexy crossed soles. 

They were so manly, probably around size 12-13 feet now that I look back. Really big and really smooth. A total foot fetishists dream come true. 

What I do remember is that the day after, the pick-up truck was parked there again. Same time. And the soles were already crossed outside the driver's window as if waiting for me to sit across in the concrete bench and again devour his feet with my eyes. Which I did. Probably an hour or more again. 

I think the man knew I was so turned on by his feet, and he understood and gave me what I wanted. I of course still pretended I was just casually playing around and just happened to sit in that bench. Staring at his feet unintentionally. But that was just a failed act, we both knew his feet had me hooked and he was probably enjoying it. 

I regret not gaining the courage to come closer. His feet were practically inviting me to investigate closer. I can imagine crossing your feet outside the window to be a pretty uncomfortable pose, but he nevertheless did that for the full hour I sat devouring it with my eyes. 

I feel if I may have gone closer and took a whiff or stared closer at his soles he may not have mind, but that was way too brave for me. 

We repeated the same ritual the next day. The final time. On the fourth day the pick-up truck was no longer parked there. His delivery business in my school may have been over. Though I continued to return to that site again and again hoping that white pick-up would still be there and those sexy crossed feet would still greet me. Alas, I never saw that sexy man again. 

That whole scene is forever scorched into my memory. I will never forget about it, or the excitement I felt when I saw those crossed feet for the first time affirming me that he wasn't irritated by my attention, in fact flattered and wanted to give me what I lusted after, his sexy feet.