I first discovered I was attracted to feet just over 10 years ago, when I was around 14 or 15. I was using porn, much like any other teenager trying to scope in on their sexuality, and had this urge to search for feet related videos, just from having an organic attraction to them. However, by typing that into the search bar I would be acknowledging that I had this weird fetish, so I suppressed those feelings for a while. Admitting it wasn’t something I was prepared to do at the time – but once I did eventually click that recommended video, the floodgates were opened.
The internet really romped my fantasies up a gear, and after I had connected online with a bunch of other guys I learnt that I wasn’t alone in my interests. All of a sudden it grew from just finding guy’s feet hot to incorporating dirty socks and sneakers after seeing other guys worshipping them.
I started to get off on skateboarder’s feet because they were the cool kids; the laid back ones, the ones that women around me wanted to be with. It was a mix of my fetish and what I perceived to be attractive and desirable. Although I wouldn’t necessarily describe skater’s feet as ‘sexy’ – things I find sexy and my fetish are mutually exclusive to me. I’d compare it to eating dinner and eating your favourite chocolate: they’re both good if you’re hungry, but both satisfy different needs.
I often fantasise about skateboarders. The ideal situation involving a skateboarder would go a little something like this: he’d finish skating, all hot, sweaty, and worn down. We’d grab some food and head back home – then, while he’s kicking back watching TV and eating, I’d get down on all fours and lick his shoes clean, indulging in every last lick until it leads to me cleaning his feet also. Then – and only then – I’d suck him for as long as is needed. It’s a simple fantasy, not too far-fetched, and is more about the skater being completely relaxed and allowing me to work him, his feet or his shoes over.
I had one encounter like this with a guy from Germany who was visiting London. He was dominant, a top, confident – but mature enough to hold a conversation and not portray some overly aggressive character. We did stuff, but I knew he was doing it because he enjoyed it, not because I’d asked him to. The authenticity of it made it so much better. I just relaxed completely and enjoyed it so much more.
I’ve shared this fetish with boyfriends that I’ve had and they’ve typically been happy to accommodate it – they’re not into it, but they’ll do stuff for me. It has had quite an effect on my sex life because with anal sex I have great endurance, but now I find it really difficult to climax without feet being used. It’s quite a struggle.
I also opened up to a few of my friends over this time: one of them laughed and really didn’t care, another called me a weirdo in disbelief. Others, though, began to open up more about their sexual desires. The ones who opened up made me realise that being into something other than anal sex – something maybe a bit unusual – isn’t as unusual as I had thought.