Pretty Scary Sounding Title Eh? Yeah, I have a foot fetish, don’t read if you get grossed out easily
Please note that this story comes off as a sex story, but its not meant in that way, I promise!
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My very first homosexual foot fetish experience was back in ‘07, I had already told a few of my friends that I had a foot fetish (for whatever reason I don’t know). Please note that I was in 6th grade at the time. I had Cubby and Vinni over for a sleepover, and we were in the TV Room, watching TV or something, and Vinni whispered something that was inaudible to me in Cubby’s ear and then they proceeded to both put their feet in my face. I pushed it away saying something like “I don’t like guys feet”, even though I was getting hard. They just laughed. They stopped after a few minutes. That was the first of many times they did that, and I eventually stopped pushing it away, and they found it hilarious. I didn’t really think anything of this, at the time, seeing as it was (at the time) purely fetish pleasure, as in I wasn’t thinking about their dicks or anything. They did this plenty more times in the future, and I eventually grew to like Cubby. Even before this, he was my best friend. Even if he (after awhile) became a pretty shitty friend, he was still my best friend at the time, and I began to really, really like him. A lot.
The next Summer I had my first homosexual wet dream. It consisted of firstly, me sucking Cubby’s dick, and then in turn, he was sucking my dick afterward. It wasn’t very clear, and I mean that in the literal sense, like as if it was blurry in the dream. I remember waking up with two thoughts, 1. Disgust, and 2. Who was sucking whose dick, Me or Cubby? This dream disgusted me quite a bit actulley, infact it began how I started questioning my sexual identity, I questioned it twice. The first time was this time, and this time I went on a now defunct forum called WTalk.org that I used primarily for Warez and the community. I went on this site in the “Serious Discussion” forum and posted a thread with a title of something like “Am I bisexual?” The obvious response eventually was “Yes” but I didn’t take it seriously.
My liking for Cubby steadily increased over time, I wasn’t aware of it until around October-ish of ‘08. I realized it around that time too. Before, I wasn’t consciously aware that I liked him. I do remember getting the urge to kiss him, and found that extremely strange at the time, I didn’t act on that. After realizing I liked him, I freaked out. By “freak out” I mean that I decided to stop being friends with him, completely. About two weeks later I chose to be friends with him again. He said alright and to just forget about it. We were never as good friends again, and eventually that “friendship” died, and I’m glad it did. He was one of the worst friends I’ve ever had, if not the worst. The reason why I say that is because 99% of time when we’d joke around or something the joke would always be on me, as in he made fun of me a shitload more than anyone else does. When I would do it in turn he would get very pissed. I stuck with him for a longtime though, a lot longer than I should have.
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