Hey Steve,

I was just roaming around the planets looking at all the old planets, and I noticed one I didn’t check before. It was a story about you. If I remember at the time, I was interested in feet more than the story (I’d just found the Planets) so didn’t read it. But I recently read it and thought I’d send you a story about me. It’s not very hot and steamy like yours, I’m 17 and never never done it with a guy. Was yours true by the way? If so I want the name address and contact number for the carpet place! Lol. Anyway here it is.

I’ve always known I was different from an early age. I remember when I was in first school I used to look at the other kids feet. I found that I was strangely intrigued by most of them. Just the men's though. I wasn’t attracted to the girls in any way; I found it very off putting to look at them. I was too young at the time to understand about Gay and Straight. It gave me a funny feeling to look at them. I was too young to realize that I was being "turned on" by them. First school finished, and I went to middle school. We never did our P.E lessons in bare feet so I never really thought about it for a while.

It wasn’t until when I went on Holiday with my family and my cousin and his family. We never used to really like each other. We were the same age and I think it was a popularity thing because we were in the same class. We used to fight like Cat and dog. He always used to win though, I was fairly fat (still am) and he used to kick my ass every time. But I used to like to fight with him; I always picked fights with him. I think I turned me on (at the time I didn’t know why). I still wasn’t aware of Gay or straight. Or being sexually turned on. Most people did at this age, I think I didn’t because I didn’t hang around with many males. I used to stay with the girls because it was easier to get along with them. I was always nervous around other boys. I think because I was fat and didn’t like sport either that it also hampered my chances at hanging around with the other boys.

My cousin used to always run around without socks on,

But I didn’t see it much because we didn’t hang around until now. Because we were in a caravan together, I saw everything. He had such soft feet. They were a light orangey greeny colour, the soles. They were what turned me on the most. I just kept staring at them one night. Our parents were away drinking at the local pub. It was just us two watching television, although I wasn’t watching much. I just kept staring at his soles. I wanted to touch them, I had so many urges. But I thought that it was wrong. (Probably because I had never seen or heard about people doing it) I wanted to smell them, from a young age you always think of feet as smelly, although you don’t understand about sweat, just that they smell. I was always intrigued by it.

We later went to bed, I was thinking about his feet all night and couldn’t get them out of my head. He had a bunk above me and was always stirring in his sleep. I was awake thinking, about all the things I’d like to do to his feet and trying to understand why. I felt that it was wrong. That’s why I didn’t act upon these urges. I was thinking about this all night until his foot appeared above my head.

I jumped slightly from shock. It was just dangling off of his bunk. Hanging over the edge. I looked at it intimidated and didn’t want to move I was scared he would find out that I was attracted to his feet and that he would tell my parents. I thought about it and thought about it until I came to the conclusion that I had to give in to my urges, they were to strong and I thought that he was asleep and wouldn’t know. I leaned forward slowly and lifted my self up level to his feet. He held out my hand ready to touch his sole, and he moved before I did. This put me off of the idea.

The next day we were playing football well, I wasn’t I was just walking around watching. He was playing with some friends he made. I had made no friends so had nothing to do but watch them play. He was in a white pair of sports socks; he hadn’t put any shoes on. It didn’t turn me on or I don’t think it did because I didn’t think of it much. Anyway they were playing for a while and suddenly the ball came over to me. I kicked it far away from them to spite him. He came over and asked my what I did that for. I just looked at him not caring.

He took his sock off. I wondered what was happening and if he knew about me? He held it up to my face and said, "you see this sock?" I looked at it and was slightly turned on. I was thinking about how smelly it must be. It was stained with grass and was almost black on the soles. "I'm gonna make you eat it if you do that again."

Did he know? I thought so at the time, but it was just an idle threat. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It really turned me on. I was obsessed by the idea. The ball came over again, I didn’t know whether to kick it or not? I was worried that they would find out if I did, but I also wanted that sock so much. I kicked the ball.

My cousin came over enraged. He knocked my off of my seat and pulled me to the floor. He took his sock off still holding me down, and put it in my face. I was in heaven. The sock was partly in my mouth and on my face. I smelt like there was no tomorrow, I didn’t struggle at first but thought I should so no one would find out. But I didn’t struggle hard. The sock was still in my face. I had an erection. I didn’t know what one was until a year or so later, luckily since he was on top of me no one else saw. I didn’t know what it was but I wanted to, touch my crotch, I wanted to rub it. But I didn’t I just kept smelling the sock pretending to struggle. He got off of me and dropped the sock. He went to go get the ball.

I picked up the sock and put it in my pocket. Quickly, I don’t think anyone else saw. He had the ball by this time and was coming back in my direction. I ran off with the sock in my pocket. I went back to the caravan. I stayed there until he came home, I had hidden the sock in the pillow case of my bed. He returned, I pretended not to pay any attention. His mother asked him where is other sock was. I froze. I though he was gonna say something. Luckily he didn’t. He just said that he lost it. He sat near me and was watching the television. I couldn’t stop looking at his grass stained sole. It was so…I can’t express the enjoyment I got. I watched it for hours. It was night, our parents were away again. I said I was just going to spend the night in my room. He stayed in the main room watching the TV.

I went into my room. I took the sock and smelt it. I had that funny feeling at my crotch again, this time I rubbed and rubbed. I don’t know why, I just had the urge. I was rubbing his grass stained sock in my face, smelling it, putting it in my mouth. I kept rubbing my crotch and smelling my sock. I had never done anything like it. But the bedroom door opened.

My cousin walked in. I didn’t know what to do. He saw me with the sock and rubbing my crotch. He looked a bit puzzled at first. said "are you wanking over my sock?" I didn’t know what wanking was. He was always more experienced about things like this, I think I was always behind in technical terms. I said "I was just…I like your…" I struggled to explain it. He said "get in the living room."

I went in the living room feeling guilty, I didn’t know what to say. He said " I’m going in the shower" and that I was too "stay there." I think while he was in the shower for an hour. The water had stopped running after twenty minutes. So I knew he wasn’t showering. I think he was trying to get straight what was happening in his head. He came out of the shower. He was completely dry. He must have been out of the shower for some time. I was terrified what he was gonna say. He didn’t say anything, neither did I, I was scared and felt guilty. We just watched TV. I was looking at his feet. The soles where so soft. The colour, I began to get an erection again. He was watching me, look at his feet.

He told me to get the remote. I didn’t know where it was, so I looked around, I was scared ask him. I suddenly saw the remote. It just at the bottom of the couch he was sitting on. I got up and went over. I went to go pick it up. I crouched down and picked it up. He put his foot down on my hand. I started to shake, my erection was harder than ever. He pulled his foot slowly up my arm. He asked if I liked it. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t I was speechless. His foot made its way up to my face. He put it to my mouth and put his big toe on my bottom lip and swirled his toe around. He said lick it, if you like, I don’t mind.

I came. I thought I had wet my pants. He knew I didn’t and told me that’s what happens when you like something. He told me all about erections, sex and about sexuality. I didn’t know a thing about it. I finally knew about this stuff. He was still waving his foot around my face. I was still speechless. I didn’t move I just watched the foot. He said if I didn’t what it, then I could go back to my seat, or if I did that I can stay and smell, lick, and kiss his feet. Anything I like. I took him up on the offer.

He let me do everything. I put my face against his sole. It was so soft. I rubbed my cheek up and down his sole. I knew he was watching me, smiling. I didn’t think much of it. I smelt his feet. They weren’t horrible and sweaty they were pleasant. I liked the smell. I smelt for what must have been 20 minutes. I just kept putting his, toes and sole to my nostrils. I then licked his foot.

It was a big deal at the time, I had been slowly working my way up to it. It was so soft. I licked his sole and toes several times before I opened my mouth and put his big toe in it. I kept doing it. He asked if I liked giving his toe a blowjob. I didn’t know what it meant. He told me later but I just continued. It was heaven. After a while he said, okay that’s enough we should be going to bed before our parents came back. We went to bed and I couldn’t stop thinking about his feet. They were so soft!

The next day I was extremely scared incase he said something to our parents. He didn’t we became quite good friends. He made me do all the chores around the caravan, but I didn’t mind I got to do anything to his feet. This is the most that I have ever done to anyone's feet. I still dream of doing it again all the time, to many different people. But no one even knows I’m gay apart from him.

The next chapter in my life of Foot Fetish was when I went to high school. I used to hate PE I always used to bring in notes so I could get out of doing it. I just used to sit in the locker room and do work. But it later occurred to me when watching the hottest person kid in the world getting changed. At 16 he had an awesome six pack. He had blonde hair darker underneath, blue eyes and was everything I ever wanted in someone. He was kind even to me, I wasn’t very popular. I watched him get changed. He pulled his white sports socks off and put his leg out and put his long yellow football socks on. He pulled them right up as far as they would go. He then rolled them up a couple of layers down. He had lush legs. They weren’t hairy.

They all went out to play football and I was left alone in the changing room. I immediately went over to his stuff. I took his socks out of his shoes and put his shoes to my face. I inhaled long and deep. It was perfect. Even nicer than my cousins. I lay on the floor surrounded by his socks and shoes. I inhaled every last drop of Aroma in his shoes and socks. It was heaven. I came several times within the hour. I loved it. But I didn’t realise what time it was and there I heard people coming in after the game of football. I dropped the sock and shoes and shoved them back over to his other stuff. But people came in and saw me on the floor. I pretended to have an asthma attack. It was the only thing I could think of that would get me out of the mess. It worked no one found out what I was doing.

I’ve never to this day ever smelt another person’s feet than my cousins. But I smelt the socks and shoes of every person in my P.E class, I kept track of the time better though. Now I’m 17 at college and have no way of getting anyones trainers or socks to smell. And no hope in hell of Smelling licking touching kissing another persons feet. I love to be dominated. But never have been. My cousin lives far away so I can’t smell his again. But those few times he let me do it on holiday were the best days of my life. I’ll never forget the softness of his feet.

Well Steve that’s all. Just tried to pay you back for turning me one with your story. Probably won't though, my life's not interesting!

C ya

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