Oh, to be a naive young man in his early twenties again, completely in denial of my own sexuality (I identified as straight but was truly bisexual and not admitting it). I think it made my first male foot worship experience that much more exciting when it finally occurred.
My roommate at the time, roughly in our age 24-25 years, loved playing video games. It was our bond, which was nice to have something like that in a house with 4 people who didn’t know each other initially. I’m pretty amicable and open to friendships with most people and I bonded with him over a shared love of old school video games and other childhood nostalgia, such as professional wrestling (mind you, this is roughly late 2000s, we hadn’t watched in years but enjoyed the nostalgia of it all).
We both loved sports (I was more baseball and he was more football) and we were kinda bros. I was not yet quite as effeminate as I can be these days. Among our favorite games to play were NFL Blitz and older wrestling video games like WWE No Mercy. On occasion, we would watch old VHS tapes we had from once upon a time. In these tapes? The very seeds of my bisexuality and my foot fetish: matches with the androgynous wrestler known as Goldust and a storyline playing out between Jerry The King Lawler and Bret The Hitman Hart.
Truly, one of the most bizarre angles in wrestling, Jerry Lawler insisted upon a “kiss my feet” match with his opponents. If they lost, they had to kiss his feet. Nobody willingly ever did it, and as an adolescent, I couldn’t quite place why the act had bothered me (spoiler: it was because I liked it). As we watched those matches play out, we watched one event where Jerry Lawler forced a jobber to suck his toes after a match. I mean held his head and made his head go back and forth on those stinky wrestling toes.
How would I describe the feeling of watching it together? Imagine that feeling when you watched a really lewd scene in a movie with your parents. It’s awkward, right? I was feeling it right then, because I had also realized I liked it. Outwardly, I joked and said “that’s absolutely disgusting, dude. No way.” And at the time my roommate was barefoot and in jeans (my favorite, favorite barefoot combo) and I took notice of his really for the first time. Big feet, not very hairy, big toes. Nails were neat. These things combined to make me imagine what it would be like if I were to interact with his feet.
The next day, as we played our wrestling video game, I brought up the kiss my foot match we watched and joked “they don’t have that as a type of match in this game, which is lucky for you because your guy would definitely be kissing my wrestler’s feet.” Of course, this led to an argument over who would win and who would kiss the other one’s feet in this game- to which I replied “I mean it wouldn’t even matter, it’s not like it was happening in real life where it’s definitely worse.” The bait had been tossed out…. and he responded with “Bro, you would definitely be kissing mine.” And I said no way, I don’t do that shit. Had a very cavalier, macho attitude about it.
The talk got serious and I said “you really want to do this? You’re only going to have to kiss mine you know.” And he insisted it would still be me. But instead of having it that day, I said I needed to wait until the end of the week and build up the stink on mine. He vowed to do the same. Wearing same socks daily. Going for long walks/runs in sneakers.
The big day came and we didn’t really talk about it with our roommates. We were all friendly but not quite that close, but he and I had a great rapport. We played the game in my bedroom- which, in this multi-bedroom apartment was the size of a master bedroom, so I had converted it into a combination bedroom/living room of sorts for myself (ah, the days of a twin mattress). There was no best two of three- this was purely winner gets their feet kissed.
I’ll spare you the details of how the match went- I wound up losing, perhaps purposely- and could feel this strange anxiety and excitement within me. Rather than give myself away, I refused to kiss his feet. He slipped off his sneakers, socks off, and held them up in my face as we sat on the futon and said “alright, pay up! Let’s go!” I joked and pushed them aside “Nope, not happening.” He kept persisting and pushing them in my face, getting closer. They didn’t have to touch my face to prove they stank- I could smell them from a foot away- but I also wanted them on me.
I backed up on my futon as much as I could before I ran out of space and fell back off the end. He was quick to act and slid himself over to the end. “Nope, you’re not getting away” he laughed and I laughed with him and tried to shield myself with my hands. But who was I kidding? This was a strong athlete type, I was certainly not that. He was taller, more muscular, longer leg and arms- I couldn’t possibly stop him. He grabbed my wrists so I couldn’t push his feet away. I squirmed as his large feet closed in on me. Before I knew it, they rested on my face and were surprisingly soft, but heavy on stink.
Enjoying himself, he just rubbed them on my face as I squirmed and tried to turn my head away. “Come on, just a kiss, you’ll be fine.” I kept refusing and turning my head and saying nope. Finally, I let it happen and kissed his big toe. “Nope, that’s not enough, get the rest.” And sure enough, I kissed the rest. “Now wait, that’s not how they did it in the match.” What do you mean, I asked? And I knew exactly what he meant. I looked confused, letting my mouth hang open, and he moved quick to put his toe in my mouth.
I struggled and couldn’t stop him- the taste of his sweaty toe covered the insides of my mouth as I reluctantly sucked on his big toe, my arms still subdued by the wrists. “Move your head up and down, suck on it good” he told me. I complied and then pulled my head back and spat in disgust. “Ugh! Dude, they are awful.” And he said “Well you better keep working, you still have all these toes to suck on.” One by one I had to suck his toes, lick between them, and worship them until he was content.
My erection was absolutely throbbing. Beyond. I had never been so intimately close with another male before- and this absolutely blew me away. I didn’t know what he got out of it, but I could see he was breathing heavily- leading me to believe he was aroused as well. After I had finished sucking his toes, I said “Please tell me you’re not going to make me lick your feet, too.” He loved that idea and said “Well, I wasn’t, but now that you mention it….” and so I licked his soles.
When it was over, I bowed before him, kissed the tops of his feet and declared him the winner. We didn’t play any more matches and went to. bed after, where I furiously masturbated to the thought of what happened. I knew I wanted it to happen again- so you can guess correctly I did setup another wager on a match- where things would really reveal themselves to be even deeper than I knew.