Since I was a child, I have been obsessed with male feet. The moment I see fair, beautiful feet I got taken with them. I didn’t think much of it back then. But gradually, as I grew to be 16, I realized that I was not exactly ‘normal’. I realized that I was gay. Whenever I see bare male feet, it gets me hard immediately. I have often jerked off thinking about the hot feet of many male celebrities. 

When I was in XIth standard, I joined a coaching institute to help me with my studies. It was boring. I mean, there were almost no ‘eye candies’ there if you know what I mean. Each time on the way, I used to pay close attention to the other males around me and especially, their feet. I was late for my class once so I took a shortcut. The shortcut was not exactly the most convenient but on the way, I saw ‘him’ in one of the shops. He was there wearing a yellow T- shirt and black shorts. He had a muscular body, deep eyes, and hot hot feet. He was sitting on a chair, and was resting his feet on the chair in front of him, giving me a good view of this Adonis’ feet.  I immediately got a raging hard-on, thankful that I decided to wear a long shirt that day. I ran off to my class, and hoped it would be over soon so that I can ogle his feet again. On my way home, I saw him again. He looked in my direction, and I immediately ran off, though I don’t think he saw.

Once I reached home. I put my books in my shelf, got undressed and thought of making love to his feet while he moaned in pleasure. To my surprise, I had the strongest orgasm I ever had. After that, I used to see him every day discreetly, on my way home and on my way to class. One day, the most amazing thing happened.

As usual, I was returning home, I looked in the direction of his shop and I saw that he was standing in the street in front of me talking to someone. I marveled at the way his luscious lips moved when he spoke. Suddenly, a saw a speeding bike move towards us. I ran to him and yanked him out of the way. He looked at me in surprise before realizing what has happened.

“Thanks a lot, dude. You just saved me”, he said. 

The moment I heard that, I was in heaven. This handsome man is thanking me. I said lastly, “It’s alright. Just be careful…

He cut me short by saying, “Dude, you are bleeding”

I looked at my leg and noticed that the right side had been bleeding due to falling on the rough concrete. Not wanting to sound like a crybaby. I told him that it’s fine.

But he said that he had a first aid kit in his shop, and wouldn’t let me move an inch until I let him apply antiseptic on the wound. I was only too willing to oblige. 

He took me to his shop and asked me to take off my shoes and be comfortable on the couch. The moment he touched the cotton to my leg, electricity coursed through me. This man was touching me. I did everything I could do to not to get an erection.

“By the way, I am Sean”, I told him. “You never told me your name”.

“I am Nolan”, he said. “And I am sorry that you got injured in saving me, Sean”. 

“You need to stop apologizing, and what you are calling an injury is barely a scratch”

“It’s done”, he said, finishing the dressing.

Okay, I was dejected. It was over too soon. His voice brought me back into reality, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Some coffee would be nice”, I answered weakly. With some of your cum in it. 

He ran off to the kitchen, and meanwhile I texted my roomie that I will be late. He was back in no time. “You are fast”. I took the coffee and gulped it down. It tasted odd but I couldn’t say no to those mesmerizing eyes.

I don’t remember anything after that. I must have dozed off. But I woke up to the sound of him moaning. I saw that the shop’s shutter was closed, and the voice was coming from the nearby room. 

Maybe his girlfriend is home, I thought dejectedly. But I moved towards the room anyway. I stared through the peeping hole and was startled at what I saw. Nolan had my socks in both his hands as gloves. He was using one to work off his shaft while he was sniffing the other. Is this real? If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. I opened the door a crick to get a better view of him. His cock was the most beautiful I had ever seen without the trace of any hair, not that I have seen many. Suddenly a fly came out of nowhere and made me sneeze. Nolan looked at me, and finding me standing there stopped in his tracks. 

He immediately ran and hid behind the sofa and said, “I can explain”.

I tiptoed to him, and sat in front of him. He tried to get up, but I stopped him by pulling his hand. Then, I looked in his eyes and whispered, “Explain”.

He started explaining, “I am gay and I have this foot fetish for male feet. I like your feet very much…so I put a little sleeping powder in your coffee. I am sorry. I didn’t know….

I cut him short by placing a deep passionate kiss on his mouth. When we parted, I saw that he was out of breath.

“What was that?” he finally whispered.

“I am also like you, Nolan. And I want your feet like crazy”

Hearing that, he whispered, “Let’s do it then”.

He said on a high backed chair placed in the center, and I sat at his feet. We looked at each other, and I knew what he wanted. I slowly unlaced his shoes, one by one. Then I sniffed at them. There was an aroma of sweat, but they didn’t stink, providing the basis for my observation that he didn’t wear them for long. His blue OTCs looked like a blueberry pie to me. I removed them with my teeth, savoring every moment. Then I got to the main course. From this close, his feet looked even hotter without even a trace of dirt on them. His toes had the littlest bit on hair which added to his sexuality. I kissed them all over, biting occasionally at the toes and fingers. I heard him moaning, and it got me harder. 

“I am close”, he said.

I moved my hands to his crotch, and started deep throating it, occasionally kissing his balls. I gradually increased my tempo, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed it whole, refusing to waste even a single drop. It was the best thing I ever tasted, much better than my own. All this was too much for me to handle. I came in my pants then and there. After that, I lay down on the floor, exhausted. Nolan scooped me up in his arms, and took me to the bed. Amazingly, I dozed off.

When I woke up in the morning, I found him lying in front of me, and staring at me.

“Good morning, sleepyhead”, he said cheerfully.

“Good morning”, I replied. 

“You seem to have something on your mind. What is it?” he asked.

“It’s just that if you have a feet fetish why didn’t you do something to my feet when I was asleep”, I asked meekly.

“You were sleeping too peacefully. I didn’t want to wake you up”, he answered, looking at his hand as if they belong to someone else. “I know it’s too fast but I am in love with you”.

“I love you too, Nolan”, I confessed, and with that we kissed.