Gay Foot Fetish Stories
Here you can find stories, fiction, and confessions about foot fetishes between men.

How I Noticed Jared
From left: Samuel H. Levine, Kyle Soller and Andrew Burnap, in “The Inheritance.” I didn’t notice Jared. He was just some guy in my drama class, until I saw him in bare feet. I have a thing

Giving Alex What He Wants – PT. 01
*All characters in this story are fictional and over 18 Hi! My name is James, and I’ve had a fascination with socks and feet for as long as I can remember. Something about the

My First Gay Sex Experience and Foot Licking in a Rest Stop
It was two days till rent was due. How could I have been so careless? I went considerably over my budget, and my housemates were not pleased. I went around my room to see

I Worship the Feet You Walk On
All of the characters are at least 18 years old. This story has a long scene of foot worship fetish, as the title indicates; if that’s not your thing, feel free to scroll on.

The School Boy
I’ve always been the gay guy at school who hangs out with the girls and is overly obsessed with A singer. Everyone suspected it, but only a few were aware. Having said that, I

Backseat Foot Games
It was a hot July Saturday, and I had a full day planned. I would meet my sister at the park district’s soccer field after running my usual weekend errands to watch my 9-year-old

Night Adventures With Big John
One of the most inconvenient aspects about living in the city without a car was having to drag one of those folding shopping carts to the grocery store every two weeks for new supplies.

Tickling Fest in Chicago
Chicago. The year is 2005 or 2006, I’m not sure which. I met a guy at the New York foot party the year before and believe he was added to a list of foot