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

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One night, when he was eighteen, Robert's mum was away at a conference and he was left alone with Dad in the house. Dad had fallen asleep, stomach first, his entire body under one thin bedsheet. His hormones were in overdrive that night and he dared himself to do the most forbidden thing of all - get intimate with the feet of his maker. The door to the master bedroom was open that warm night and he could hear the soft snoring of his father. He was presented with the most thrilling sight of all. His dad's foot hung off the edge of the bed, pressing tightly against the thin white bedsheet that kept the feet prisoner. 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. One of his earliest memories was rushing to the master bedroom when his dad came home from work so he could sneak a peek at his dad's feet. The sound of the door opening and his dad's footsteps across the floor sent a bell ringing in his sexual mind and he rushed to take a position under the bed. 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. 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.

Feet are second behind sex organs as the most commonly eroticized body parts, and there may be a scientific reason why. Feet and genitals occupy adjacent areas of the brain's somatosensory cortex. In other words, areas of the brain that control genital pleasure and foot pleasure are neighbors. Neurologist Vilayanaur Ramachandran thinks the popularity of podophilia is due to "neural crosstalk" between the two. I largely interact with foot fetishism as a form of body worship," they told me. "I enjoy looking down and watching them open up their mouths as they swallow, or try to swallow, more and more of my foot. It clearly becomes a phallic object at that moment." 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. The scenes were more spicy in his fantasies. He was still kneeling at the foot of the bed but both his parents were involved and they didn't mind him being there. 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.He began to salivate and moved his head in again, slightly more confident after not hearing any change in his dad's snoring. He placed the tip of his wet tongue on what he imagined to be the least sensitive part of his dad's lower soles. He kept it there for a few seconds, allowing the sensation of beautiful sin to overload his brain. He moved his tongue barely a millimeter across the soles and pulled it away. It was important for him to know that he had actually moved his tongue across part of his prize. Somehow that was more intimate and arousing.

We have a bar area that serves a variety of drinks where you can socialise and chat to others – we keep the music at a volume where you can have a conversation without having to raise your voice. The organisers try and hang out here so we can welcome you and make sure new visitors are looked after, but we don’t catch everyone so don’t be afraid to come say hello.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. At that very moment, Robert's mum passed by the bathroom doorway, and exclaimed in amazement, as she saw the very obvious sign of arousal in her son.

My hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around the heel of his left shoe, grabbing it and slipping it off of his foot. The stench hit me immediately. I could feel my gag reflex start to act up. Out of pure instinct I dropped his shoe and went to cover my nose. Trevor saw what I was doing, yanked off his right shoe, grabbed my head with one hand, and with the other he held his shoe over my nose. 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. Hey bro, I don’t judge. If you want to smell them smell away, but I’ve got a better if you want to hear it” he saidRobert knelt quietly at the foot of the bed, face inches away from the covered soles. He allowed himself to enjoy the sight before him, like a humble man before the Gods. His head was spinning from the sheer ecstasy of what was about to happen, intoxicated by the sight before him. It's healthy to release your sexual tensions," his mum explained. "Keep at it and don't stop until you're satisfied." In this fantasy, Robert, along with several other deviant (homosexual) youth are each placed in a sealed cubicle, totally separate from each other and unable to hear what's going on in the adjacent cubicles. Wrapped around their penises are devices that vibrate at a constant rate, delivering a moderate amount of pleasure to their systems. Eventually, they will reach orgasm. The aim of the game, though, is to be the first one to ejaculate. The winner gets a special prize, perhaps a free dinner at a restaurant, perhaps a bonus orgasm during otherwise enforced chastity periods in the week. To encourage the guys to cum faster, a five-second picture is shown to them and they are able to press a button indicating whether they like or don't like it. Their hands are tied so that they cannot stimulate themselves; they can only press the acceptance or rejection button. What the boys are not told, is that this experiment is actually being used to identify the exact areas of deviance so that in the future this information can be used to train them towards a heterosexual path. The game seems to be fun and games but the information about what exactly is exciting them is vital for the (somewhat sadistic) researchers involved. 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 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. Now it was time to expose the soles. Robert very cautiously lifted the bedsheet to expose the toes and ball of the feet. The soles in front of him were larger than he imagined. They were also smooth and clean. His eyes darted in the very dim light from one toe to the other, asking himself which one was more masculine, which one was more beautiful and worthy of worship. How he wished his father could understand what beautiful feet he had and allow others to worship them. It seemed unfair that his dad could not participate in this sex act. Surely it would make him feel good and in control to have his son kneeling at his feet, youthful tongue slithering all over his sensitive soles. 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.

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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. 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.