Not sure why, but this event from my past recently came back to my memory, and I thought I’d share it here.
This was probably in the mid 90s or so. The internet was around, but Smartphones and apps were not, so there was no Grindr or Recon (or if they were around, they were in the very early stages, and I wasn’t using them yet). But at the time Craigslist was big, and at the time, they allowed for personal ads that were pretty clearly explicitly sexual in nature (they don’t allow it anymore).
I was too shy to use an ad there for explicit sex, but I did run across a few seeking foot play. I believe I answered a few, but I don’t think any worked out.
Then I did run into one ad where a guy was offering his feet for worship, but no sex, for (I think) $25 an hour. Semi-pricey for me at the time (I was the typical starving college student then), but not out of my range. And he didn’t live too far from me… so I actually did it. He asked me how I wanted his feet (clean or smelly). I know I wanted to try smelly, but was afraid it would be too much for me. But I asked for it anyway.
I remember it being in a part of town I didn’t get to too often, and was mildly surprised to see it be an older (but not destitute) apartment complex. I guess I was stuck by how mundane it looked when I was about to do something that felt so naughty and perverse. He buzzed me in and I went to his second floor.
This was NOT the same place, but it has a similar look.
I remember the place was clean and pretty tidy, but not perfect. He seemed maybe around 30 (I was probably in my upper 20s myself, but 30 still seemed “old” to me at the time, lol), and was not unattractive, but 100% my type either. Probably a typical college guy… not a jock, but just a college guy. Nowadays, I don’t think I would be judgemental about it, but I was a lot younger then. Plus, his profile listing had a pic of his feet, but not his face, so I think I let my own imagination get to me. Reality is always a bit different.
Anway, he said he had just returned from the gym, and hoped his feet would be good for me. He sat in a chair, and I was on the floor in front of him. I honestly can’t remember if I took off his shoes and socks or if he did, but eventually I was lying on my back on the floor, rubbing, kissing, and licking his feet. I was excited at the idea, but simultaneously disappointed, as (to me) his feet had no odor at all. I think it was then I realized I craved stinkier feet. His feet were nice, but I just wanted some odor.
I think he may have found me attractive, because while his ad initially said no sexual contact, about about half way through my hour, he said that if I did want to take my dick out and stroke it, he wouldn’t have minded. I took it as a compliment with a small laugh, but did decline. Truth was, I surprisingly wasn’t hard. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it, but I think the lack of any real smell didn’t quite get me going enough.
At the end of the hour, I paid him in cash, and he said I was welcome to visit him again. I never did, but even at the time, I did appreciate the experience. And I still haven’t forgotten it. Sometimes I still think about him, and if he did that often with other guys, or if he even remembers me at all.
