I can identify with that story 100%. I have had more than one occasion
where I was in a very similar situation and the turn out was the same.
Only difference with me is that eventually people (family, friends,
and schoolmates) did find out about my fetish and gave me all hell because of
it. I will spare you the gory details of all that but it was worth it to
have some of the beautiful feet I got during my adolescence. My favorite
foot/fuck buddy was in High School and his name was Albert. I
finally got his feet almost the same way as the author of that "horny
story". To date, he still had the best feet of them all not to mention
his vanilla creme cock (he was a light skinned black guy). His feet were
every thing a foot fetisher could ask for-Soft, smooth, masculine, thick,
hairy, clean, great smelling and tasting, nice toes and toenails. They
were perfect, so was his beautiful cock. He was a year older than I was. GOD, I miss him
(even though he betrayed me later) and his feet. I wonder how they look
now after 20 years of wear and tear? Oh well.

Anyway, thinks for the story

Chris

OK Steve, you asked for it so here it is. The "detailed" story of one of my first foot fetish experiences. Well, I was in High School here in Brooklyn. These were very rough times for me because I was very cute, shy and obviously gay. So this made me the target for a great deal of criticism, harassment and ostracization Because of this anybody who was willing to befriend me I let in so I would not have to walk this path alone. I realized later that doing that was not all that wise because sometimes you let people in that are no good for you (in the long run).

Any way, along comes this cute, scruffy, light skinned black kid named Albert. I was caramel colored; he was vanilla crème colored. We attended certain classes together. He was also one that didn’t fit in all that well with the more "popular" crowd. From the first time I saw him in class I immediately took a liking to him and his feet (though I hadn’t actually seen them yet). As I recall he wore beat up, worn Pro Keds. I use to glance and sometimes stare at his sneaker clad feet under his desk and wonder what his feet looked like, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they felt. I would look at his hands and examined them while he wrote to see if I could get some idea of how they looked (looking at a persons hands is often a good way to judge how the feet look). His hands were great looking.

One of the classes we shared was gym class. I didn’t like to get involved with the athletic stuff and neither did he so we both stayed on the side and sat in the bleachers with the other wallflowers. We started talking and I use to get this major hard-on just from sitting next to him. One remember one day we were sitting there talking and he slipped one of his feet out of his shoes to scratch his sweaty feet and when he did I almost lost it.

We started cutting classes together and hanging out all afternoon because lets face it, school was a drag for both of us anyway. We use to go and hang out beyond this parkway in this wooded area near this creek. We would run around and hang from the trees and I would check out his sneaker-clad feet while he dangled there. Well, afternoon we were by this creek just hangin’ out and we sat in the grass and were talking and sex somehow got into the conversation of these two horny, adolescent, boys. I was looking real hard at those Pumas’ he was wearing and wishing I could pull them off and get a looking at his feet. I know he knew I was checking out his feet and I know he knew I was gay. So, I just blurted it out. "Can I see your feet". He looked at me oddly and said "What, Huh". I said it again; "Can I see your feet". He kind of chuckled and shook his head and looked at me and said, "Okay, I guess". Before he could finish that sentence I had his feet in my lap pulling of his sneakers and worn but clean socks off.

When I pulled his socks off his toes had some of the lent from his tube socks on them so I brushed them off. He was kind of ticklish and grinned and laughed a little. His feet felt warm, soft, smooth and a little sweaty. There was an aroma that wasn’t offensive but just the smell a combination of feet and sneakers. He had thick toes that were well shaped and his toenails were a nice length. I ran fingers through between his warm sweaty toes and spread them like a fan and smelled in between them. Next thing you know I had came right in my pants. I couldn’t hold back. I came so much that there was a little wet spot on my pants and he saw it.

He pulled his feet away and put his socks and sneakers back on and we just sat there quiet for a moment and then he asked me, " you wanna hump"? I said "huh". He grabbed me by the wrists and then the shoulders and forced me down in the grass and lay down on top of me and humped (dry fuck) and we both rolled in the grass, sometimes he was on top and some times me. I came again and I am sure he did.

We got up, brushed off our pants and started running around again and dangling from the trees again. We left the wooded area for awhile and hung out at a nearby shopping plaza and came back there later and sat right by the creek and I asked him if I could see his feet just one more time and he said no at first but he gave in after I begged him enough and he let me hold them again for a few minutes. Then he pulled them away and put his socks and sneaks back on.

Now, this was our "first" sexual encounter. The first of what would be MANY more to cum. I got his feet one more time at the wooded area by the creek and then we use to hang out in his bedroom after school and watch TV and I would suck his beautiful, big headed cock till he came and we would hump and all that. He would let me just have my way with his feet by this time and believe me I DID!

One of the really freaky things I used to do is lay on his leg and hump his leg like a freakin’ dog while massaging, kissing and smelling his feet (at this point I hadn’t graduated to sucking and licking toes yet). I wonder what he must have thought watching me do that? Anyway, I could never get enough of his feet. I wanted them more and more and more. I was addicted to those bad boyz. His cock was so thick and juicy, just like his toes. We played around in the back of buildings, stairwells, etc. but I only did his feet when we were in his bedroom (WHICH WAS OFTEN). GOD, I LOVE HIS FEET. They were the best.

OK now, this is where it goes down hill from a foot fetishers Paradise to the pits. One afternoon I went over to his house and one of the other neighborhood guys was there. His name was Earl, I knew him. They were sitting in the living room talking when I got there. Soon afterwards his mother came in and made us all get out of HER living room and go into Albert’s bedroom. We went in the bedroom and turned on the TV and some how we got into a conversation about me liking feet and the next thing I knew I had Earls and Albert’s feet in my lap massaging, sniffing, and kissing their feet. Earl had great feet too. His feet were pecan colored and so was the rest of him. He was attractive but not as cute as Albert was and his feet did not come anywhere near as sexy as Albert’s did. They were nice though.

I was sooooo turned on by these two sexy guys sexy feet that I came right in my pants AGAIN. Earl noticed it and pointed it out to me. I wasn’t embarrassed or nothing. I was in heaven having these two guys’ feet in my lap doing them. They wanted me to give them both blowjobs and had both their hard dicks out and ready but Earl started to make me feel uneasy for some reason and I declined the offer and stuck to the foot fun.

Later that week, it had gotten all over the neighborhood and school that I had been fucking around with and sucking the toes of these guys. Well, I was finally "popular" but in a really bad way. I am pretty sure Earl had blabbed his mouth to the wrong person. Albert all of a sudden didn’t want to be seen with me. (Though we did play around and I did do his feet one more time a couple months after that). My family found out, schoolmates, neighborhood kids. I just wanted to go somewhere, crawl under a rock and die.

Well, like goes on as they say. Since then I have did the feet of many guys both straight and gay. Few could compare to Albert’s though. Funny thing though, out of all those guys only two or three were foot fetishers, go figure. Now tell me, was I an oversexed student or what. I LOVED IT!!! Till the bitter end.

Well Steve, there it is. The good, the bad and the ugly. You can share it with the other list members in whole or in part. Edit it as you see fit. It’s all true. Hope you like it.

Chris

I was tempted to send you the sequel to that story which was another guy
(Hispanic) named Angel that I met during gym class later that year that
was very effeminate acting and we took a liking to each other and one day
we went to his house during lunch break and we were siting on the sofa in
the living room.

His parents were out at work but he told me to be quiet

because he didn't want the upstairs neighbors to know we were downstairs.
We sat there and talked and I started looking down at his feet. I can't
remember what kind of sneakers he was wearing. I think they were
converses. I started to get a noticeable erection and he notice IT and
the fact that I kept peeking down at his feet while he was talking. He
put his hand on my erection that was bulging out through my jeans and
started rubbing it making it even harder.

We went in his bedroom and
I "of course" had his barefeet in my lap within seconds. I examined them
thoroughly, smelled them, tickled them and massaged them and kissed them.
Yes, he was very ticklish. His feet were very sweaty and smelly. They
were soft, smooth but not as great as Albert or even Earls though. I
asked if I could see his dick and he said "okay, but it is small".

He was uncut (my first uncut ding-a-ling). I
unzipped his pants and pulled it out and he was already hard just as I
was from playing with his sweaty pink toes. He had a lot of pre-cum. I
rubbed it up and down and he was sitting up and fell back in the bed and
was really starting to enjoy it and with out me even having to ask him he
started to rub his feet into my crouch.

My dick got REAL stiff and
throbbing so I took my hands and pushed his foot even harder into my
crouch. We laid down on the bed and dry humped till we both came. We
both still had our pants on but our cocks were outside our pants and
rubbing together. While we humped he put his hand between us and held my
stiff dick tight and played with it.