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So, a bit of an odd story, appreciate it might not be for everyone, but this is how I discovered that I had a foot fetish.
I'm in college at this point (maybe I'm a late bloomer in the fetish department) and it's been a couple of months now. It's the usual story - attending classes, making friends, getting drunk. I'm a relatively shy guy so meeting other guys for dating/sex usually only happens when they make the first move. I wouldn't say I'm unattractive (5'11, brown hair, green eyes, slim/average build) I'm just not confident.
Anyway, one day I'm sat in class and I admittedly have a hangover from the night before so I'm bored and day dreaming more so than usual. The guy sitting in front of me is Josh, a friend of a friend who is god damn hot! Dirty blonde hair, dark eyes and a cheeky boy-next-door face. He's a runner or maybe he cycles, I can't really remember, but whatever he is doing is working for him! So, I'm looking him over - toned body noticeable beneath his t-shirt and down to his lightly hairy legs. I notice he's tapping his feet and wiggling them around. Then he stops, pushes the toe of one foot into the back of the other and pushes his sneaker to slip his foot out. Now I know this nothing extraordinary (I do it every day when I get back to my room) but watching this guy do it today was - different. Maybe because I'm already attracted to him, maybe because I'm hungover which always makes me horny as hell, or maybe a bit of both.
He slips his foot out of these worn sneakers and he's wearing white socks. I don't know why but I'm immediately turned on. I'm thinking to myself "Is it because it's almost like he's starting to undress?" but all I know is at that moment I want to bury my face in his feet. His white socks were a little dirty to the point where I could make out the imprint of his sole and toes on the bottom. He placed his socked foot down on the floor, rubbing against the back of his other sneaker before pushing it off too. As he moved his foot off the floor I could see a smell wet patch from the heat of his foot on the cold floor. By this point my cock is rock hard! I'm suddenly thinking of how they smell, what it would be like to be under that desk, under his feet. I want to press my nose against those dirty soles and breathe in deep. Feel the sweaty heat on my face and body.
Suddenly I come back to reality and realise I'm gripping the bulge in my jeans and I quickly let go as I remember where I am. Luckily I'm at the back of the room so there's no one behind me to see anything. I quickly glance left and right at the others a desk or two away but thankfully they don't seem to be paying any attention.
All I can do is stare at his dirty socked feet as he kicks his sneakers around under his desk. I'm instinctively grabbing my bulge again, rhythmically squeezing my hard cock as it strains inside my jeans. I need to do something about this and I can't pull it out in the middle of class.
Next thing I'm excusing myself from class and heading towards the boys toilets. I get inside a stall and bolt the door while my other hand is already undoing my belt. I undo the zip and my jeans fall to my ankles. I pull the waistband of my boxers down under my balls and grip my cock. I close my eyes and my imagination runs wild thinking about Josh and his sweaty feet. I'm working my cock back and forth and feel it get wet and sticky as I begin to leak precum. I want Josh's feet, his dirty socks, his hairy legs and toned body. I want it all. I just wish I had one of his sneakers or one of those dirty white socks right now.
I get an idea, I kick off one of my own sneakers, reluctantly let go of my throbbing cock and reach down to pull one of my own socks off. It's warm and a little damp with sweat as I wrap it around my cock and begin using it to jerk off. I close my eyes again, convincing myself that it's one of Josh's socks. I imagine peeling off his socks, wrapping one around my cock as I jerk off while I run my tounge over her bare sweaty sole. My imagination's going crazy thinking about his feet, his cock, him fucking me as he stuffs a sock in my mouth. I work my cock faster and faster, the warm sock gripped tightly around it. I reach up with my free hand and grip the top of the stall door as my knees go weak and I shoot a thick, hot, load of cum all over the sock and the back of the door. I let out a small moan as I struggle a little to keep standing and begin to slow my jerking. Cum continues to leak from my cock, dripping onto the sock wrapped around it and down to my balls.
Once I've caught my breathe and steadied myself I use the sock to lap up the rest of the cum. I think about wiping the back of the stall door but from the look of the stains I wasn't the first to shoot all over it, so I decide to leave my mark too. With nothing left to do I lift my leg up and pull my now cum soaked sock back over my foot and squeeze it back into my sneaker.
Up until this point not much had gotten me worked up as much as Josh's feet just did. I knew this wouldn't be the last time either and wanted even more to get a hold of those socks and worship his feet. I started to make sure that me and Josh became a lot closer after that.....
I'm in college at this point (maybe I'm a late bloomer in the fetish department) and it's been a couple of months now. It's the usual story - attending classes, making friends, getting drunk. I'm a relatively shy guy so meeting other guys for dating/sex usually only happens when they make the first move. I wouldn't say I'm unattractive (5'11, brown hair, green eyes, slim/average build) I'm just not confident.
Anyway, one day I'm sat in class and I admittedly have a hangover from the night before so I'm bored and day dreaming more so than usual. The guy sitting in front of me is Josh, a friend of a friend who is god damn hot! Dirty blonde hair, dark eyes and a cheeky boy-next-door face. He's a runner or maybe he cycles, I can't really remember, but whatever he is doing is working for him! So, I'm looking him over - toned body noticeable beneath his t-shirt and down to his lightly hairy legs. I notice he's tapping his feet and wiggling them around. Then he stops, pushes the toe of one foot into the back of the other and pushes his sneaker to slip his foot out. Now I know this nothing extraordinary (I do it every day when I get back to my room) but watching this guy do it today was - different. Maybe because I'm already attracted to him, maybe because I'm hungover which always makes me horny as hell, or maybe a bit of both.
He slips his foot out of these worn sneakers and he's wearing white socks. I don't know why but I'm immediately turned on. I'm thinking to myself "Is it because it's almost like he's starting to undress?" but all I know is at that moment I want to bury my face in his feet. His white socks were a little dirty to the point where I could make out the imprint of his sole and toes on the bottom. He placed his socked foot down on the floor, rubbing against the back of his other sneaker before pushing it off too. As he moved his foot off the floor I could see a smell wet patch from the heat of his foot on the cold floor. By this point my cock is rock hard! I'm suddenly thinking of how they smell, what it would be like to be under that desk, under his feet. I want to press my nose against those dirty soles and breathe in deep. Feel the sweaty heat on my face and body.
Suddenly I come back to reality and realise I'm gripping the bulge in my jeans and I quickly let go as I remember where I am. Luckily I'm at the back of the room so there's no one behind me to see anything. I quickly glance left and right at the others a desk or two away but thankfully they don't seem to be paying any attention.
All I can do is stare at his dirty socked feet as he kicks his sneakers around under his desk. I'm instinctively grabbing my bulge again, rhythmically squeezing my hard cock as it strains inside my jeans. I need to do something about this and I can't pull it out in the middle of class.
Next thing I'm excusing myself from class and heading towards the boys toilets. I get inside a stall and bolt the door while my other hand is already undoing my belt. I undo the zip and my jeans fall to my ankles. I pull the waistband of my boxers down under my balls and grip my cock. I close my eyes and my imagination runs wild thinking about Josh and his sweaty feet. I'm working my cock back and forth and feel it get wet and sticky as I begin to leak precum. I want Josh's feet, his dirty socks, his hairy legs and toned body. I want it all. I just wish I had one of his sneakers or one of those dirty white socks right now.
I get an idea, I kick off one of my own sneakers, reluctantly let go of my throbbing cock and reach down to pull one of my own socks off. It's warm and a little damp with sweat as I wrap it around my cock and begin using it to jerk off. I close my eyes again, convincing myself that it's one of Josh's socks. I imagine peeling off his socks, wrapping one around my cock as I jerk off while I run my tounge over her bare sweaty sole. My imagination's going crazy thinking about his feet, his cock, him fucking me as he stuffs a sock in my mouth. I work my cock faster and faster, the warm sock gripped tightly around it. I reach up with my free hand and grip the top of the stall door as my knees go weak and I shoot a thick, hot, load of cum all over the sock and the back of the door. I let out a small moan as I struggle a little to keep standing and begin to slow my jerking. Cum continues to leak from my cock, dripping onto the sock wrapped around it and down to my balls.
Once I've caught my breathe and steadied myself I use the sock to lap up the rest of the cum. I think about wiping the back of the stall door but from the look of the stains I wasn't the first to shoot all over it, so I decide to leave my mark too. With nothing left to do I lift my leg up and pull my now cum soaked sock back over my foot and squeeze it back into my sneaker.
Up until this point not much had gotten me worked up as much as Josh's feet just did. I knew this wouldn't be the last time either and wanted even more to get a hold of those socks and worship his feet. I started to make sure that me and Josh became a lot closer after that.....
