SMELLY MALE FEET: A Gay Man Worshipping a Straight Guy's Soles

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Oh, GOD, your shoe reeks!” I grabbed his arm with both hands, but was unable to push his shoe off of my poor, helpless little nose. I had no choice but to inhale deeply. It was either that, or stop breathing entirely and suffocate. And I prefered smelling his putrid shoes over dying, any day. It was a really hot summer day. The sun beat down as hard as it could, so me and my best friend hung out inside his nice air conditioned bedroom. My name’s Blake, and I’m a nineteen year old high school graduate. Having not gone to college yet, I was able to spend a lot of my time going to friends’ houses. Trevor, my eighteen year old best buddy, is one of those friends. The two of us have known each other since I was seven and he was six, and we have been inseparable ever since. Open wiiiiiiiide,” Trevor sang, pressing his toes harder against my lips and squeezing tighter on my nose. “Say ahhhhhhhhhh!” May I look your boots Sir?" is a sign of interest, if he's a stranger, and a sign of subservience and ownership if he's someone with whom you have an established BDSM relationship.

I gave go right then and there because I’m not a good lier and he had clearly known what had happened. There are sub-groups of this fetish. Some foot lovers are specifically turned on by certain footwear or toenail polish, others see foot worship as a power exchange in BDSM. Like all sex practices, foot fetishism draws inspiration from global culture. The industry of women's high-heeled shoes exists to make feet and legs appear "sexier," often at the expense of comfort. Giving attention to feet has been seen as an act of worship since ancient times. In the Gospels, Lazarus's sister Mary anointed Christ's feet with oil and washed them with her hair -- an act considered by Christians to be the greatest form of reverence. Since poor Robert did not have many attractive men in his life as he was growing up, he became extremely fixated on his father's feet. His dad had strong, hairy legs and a pair of magnificent feet. He would later realize that almost no other men's feet came close in beauty to his own dad's feet. You could say that he was blessed with seeing those gorgeous feet every day. Unfortunately, they would also cause him great sexual frustration, as his dad inadvertently displayed his soles everywhere they went and Robert had to try hard not to get a raging erection when he was around them.

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If feet are a turn-on for you, don't worry, you're in good company. Famous foot fetishists (people with podophilia -- not pedophilia) include Elvis Presley, Andy Warhol, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and megastar burlesque vedette Dita Von Teese. She laughed as she said it, as if to say it was natural to get hard, and her face showed confused amusement because she was probably wondering what on earth got her son so hard. If only she knew. Like what?” I asked, and the two of us sat for a moment in though. “How about...the loser has to smell the winner’s feet!” It's healthy to release your sexual tensions," his mum explained. "Keep at it and don't stop until you're satisfied."

The way his dad was sitting, the soles of his feet would point directly at Robert. It was the greatest tease imaginable. His dad's soles were inches from his face. Robert wanted to make love to those feet, but he didn't know what to do. He could only allow the butterflies in his stomach to increase and push his groin into the floor.

When Robert struggled to get to sleep at night, his mind would drift to bizarre fantasy scenarios where boys like him were constantly being monitored for deviant desires, with measures being put in place to either prevent him from masturbating or to channel his desires towards women.

Fear-related adrenaline started flowing in his body as he went completely still. His dad made a grunting noise but didn't turn or get off the bed. Five minutes later the snoring started again and Robert relaxed a little. He no longer dared to peel more sheet off the feet he was staring at but continued to deliver little kisses and tongue touches to the balls of the feet and the big toe. Ten minutes later his dad jerked again and raised his head from the bed. But my favorite act involving feet is when I'm inside someone with their feet resting on my shoulders. I love running my tongue up their sole before nibbling or biting into their heel, depending on their pain threshold and preference. For me, this taps into this primal, more animal energy. As my teeth bite into their heel, I bury myself further into them."Foot worship is the gold-standard sex play for foot lovers. Judas, a friend and fellow kinky sex worker, has ample experience in this area. I had him sleep over last night. The way our couch is, it branches off in two directions. So you can lay on one part and the other person can lay on the other and neither of y'all are in each other's way. Marcel laid one way...without really thinking I laid my head where his feet were. The thought of having to smell those feet up close made me gag. There have been times when he slipped out of his shoes, and almost instantly the putrid smell of his feet filled the room. It’s something I’ve had to tolerate for years. He kept tapping my cheek with his toes. Pressed his big toe against my lips. Then he put them over my nose and squeezed. The smell was pretty rancid 😆 Like he actually squeezed my toe, forcing me to smell. I was extremely hard by this point.