Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2017 16:15:57 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Robert and his Dad's Feet Part 1

Robert and his Dad's Feet
Part 1
by Ralph Gordon

All rights are reserved by the Author. The author claims all copyrights in
this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed
without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales
and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their
anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and
places. This story is about Robert's intense fetish for men's feet,
especially his dad's, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing
up and the fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am
telling my story through the character Robert.

Please feel free to e-mail me at dadfootlover@gmail.com. I'd love to get
feedback from you!


Robert had his first kiss with another man when he was nineteen when he
managed to move to a large city. His first true kiss, Robert is proud to
note, was when he managed to kiss another man's foot, some years earlier.

From a young age, Robert had an intense attraction to men. He used to stare
at the tourists in the swimming pool that his parents took him to when he
was on holiday. He would put on his mask, duck his head below water, and
follow the beautiful, strong, hairy legs that belonged to some temporary
visitor to his country, as they kicked and propelled their handsome owner
forward. Robert was particularly fascinated by the large, masculine feet at
the end of the legs that he so eagerly followed around the swimming pool.
To him, the wide, expansive soles represented such strength and masculinity
that made him feel strong butterflies in the bottom of his stomach. This
intense desire for male feet would haunt him for the rest of his teenage
days and into adulthood.

Since poor Robert did not have many attractive men in his life as he was
growing up, he became extremely fixated on his father's feet. His dad had
strong, hairy legs and a pair of magnificent feet. He would
later realize that almost no other men's feet came close in beauty to his
own dad's feet. You could say that he was blessed with seeing those
gorgeous feet every day. Unfortunately, they would also cause him great
sexual frustration, as his dad inadvertently displayed his soles everywhere
they went and Robert had to try hard not to get a raging erection when he
was around them.

One of his earliest memories was rushing to the master bedroom when his dad
came home from work so he could sneak a peek at his dad's feet. The sound
of the door opening and his dad's footsteps across the floor sent a bell
ringing in his sexual mind and he rushed to take a position under the bed.

About a minute later, his dad and mum would usually walk in to begin their
evening talk in the master bedroom. His dad would sit on the edge of the
bed, facing away from the bed, and take his shoes off first and Robert
would crawl slowly, grinding his dick across the floor, to get close to the
live male foot action. He would smell the strong but pleasant odor of
slightly damp socks as his dad wriggled his toes and got used to the
freedom of having no shoes on after several hours at work. This is the part
that would get Robert very excited; the patient waiting for the socks to
come off that would reveal the treasure he wanted to see so badly.
Sometimes, his dad would get up while he spoke to his mum, sometimes he
would shift around to different locations in the room, but eventually, he
would always go back to sitting on the edge of the bed and begin peeling
off his socks.

The way his dad was sitting, the soles of his feet would point directly at
Robert. It was the greatest tease imaginable. His dad's soles were inches
from his face. Robert wanted to make love to those feet, but he didn't know
what to do. He could only allow the butterflies in his stomach to increase
and push his groin into the floor.

With both socks removed, dad would continue to speak with his mum about
various things that Robert thought were incredibly boring, but he wished
they would never stop so that he could continue to stare at the smooth,
broad soles in front of him. Robert would squirm in pleasure when his dad
changed the position of his feet or when he would wriggle his toes, as if
saying, "I know you like this Robert, but you can't have it."

Eventually, his dad would move so that he was lying face up on the bed.
Robert would panic when this happened, disappointed that the highlight of
his day was being taken away from him. He would crawl to the different
edges of the bed, being careful not to make a sound, and stick his head out
from underneath, to see if by any chance his dad was dangling his feet off
the side. Sometimes he was lucky; the bed wasn't that big so his dad would
casually dangle one meaty foot off the edge. Robert would stare up at those
wonders, and, provided he was certain neither parent could see him, he
would lean in as close as possible to the sole and try and feel the heat
coming off of them.

He was determined to one day touch his dad's feet and maybe even kiss them,
but that day was still far off and his dad would be teasing him many times
before his horny tongue would get an opportunity to slip out of his mouth
and make contact with arguably the most beautiful feet on Earth.

Robert's First Fantasy: Dad's feet under the bed.

In Robert's fantasies, he and dad had a secret agreement. Whenever his feet
were naked (naked being defined as free of socks) and underneath the bed in
the master bedroom, Robert was allowed to touch and kiss his soles. So in
Robert's fantasies, when dad was talking to mum, he would place one of his
feet further back under the bed, so that mum could not see them and
definitely not see Robert's fingers tenderly caressing and fondling and
administering soft kisses of love to the soles. Of course, in his early
fantasies, he did not think about jerking himself off to such an
experience. All he could do was allow the feeling of desire to pass through
his body like lightning and perhaps push his hips down a little bit now and
again when he became overwhelmed. His fantasies centered around that, a
gentle worship of large soles underneath the bed. He imagined his father
then moving his worshiped foot back out from under the bed, a little bit of
saliva still not yet evaporated from his soles, a mark of Robert's love,
and replacing it by the yet unworshiped foot, so that Robert could begin
his ritual again. Robert's penis did not form part of his fantasies because
he had not quite linked the arousal from his dad's feet to erection and
orgasm, but that would change as the years went by.

End Robert's First Fantasy.

Robert figured out how to jerk off eventually and he did it often,
fantasizing about men and feet. But in his day to day environment, with no
hunks in sight, he focused his attention on his dad's magnificent soles.
One can only wonder how many buckets of cum Robert could have filled as he
spent his days whacking off to the meaty feet that his dad presented to him
without knowing how horny they were making his son.

One afternoon, while the family was on holiday to a tropical island, his
dad was on his knees, picking something up in the shower. Robert walked in
to take a leak and stopped, mesmerized by the sight before his eyes.
Sticking out of the shower was a pair of hairy legs and his dad's smooth,
clean soles pointed directly at him. Robert began to tremble at the knees,
so badly did he want to kiss those beauties and tell his dad how beautiful
they were. His body reacted immediately and he popped a boner, his
throbbing erection pushing against the fabric of the only item of clothing
he was wearing, a pair of speedos that he still had on after his afternoon
swim in the ocean. Robert felt terribly guilty, reacting so unnaturally to
his dad's feet, but the electric thrill of his sinful thoughts kept his
boner up. His dick seemed to have a life of its own, as if wanting to
escape the speedos and exclaim its desire for the sight that lay before it.

At that very moment, Robert's mum passed by the bathroom doorway, and
exclaimed in amazement, as she saw the very obvious sign of arousal in her
son.

"Robert, I see you have an erection!"

She laughed as she said it, as if to say it was natural to get hard, and
her face showed confused amusement because she was probably wondering what
on earth got her son so hard. If only she knew.

Robert fled the bathroom afterward, thoughts of his father's feet and mum's
perplexed face in his horny mind, as he jacked off furiously to the image
of the clean, wet, flawless set of feet on the floor of the bathroom.

Robert's Second Fantasy: penile contact with Dad's feet.

As Robert lay in bed that night, his mind wandered back to those few
minutes in the bathroom and imagined a different set of events. In his
fantasies, his mum asked him what was making him so horny. She asked him if
it is his dad that was making him hard. He sheepishly nodded and pointed to
his dad's soles.

"Oh yes, he does have some amazing feet!" his mum exclaimed. "You are
becoming a man now, and you will get hard all the time. Why don't you take
off your speedos and push your hard penis on those big feet?"

Mum held the speedos in her hands after Robert had taken them off and put a
hand on his back, encouraging him to get down on his knees and place his
cock on the wide soles. Robert's face was suddenly in his dad's hairy
thighs and the length of his rock hard member had found its way onto his
dad's upturned soles. He instinctively began to hump the prize, the most
sensitive part of his penis (the bottom of the base of the cockhead)
rubbing over and over against the smooth surface available.

"It's healthy to release your sexual tensions," his mum explained. "Keep at
it and don't stop until you're satisfied."

With those words of encouragement spurring him on, he fucked his dad's
feet, burying his head in his dad's thighs, wanting to whisper words of
love and admiration to the perfect set of legs and feet that were beneath
him, wanting to say how honored he was to be allowed to make love to such
magnificence.

The fantasy ended with Robert's body quivering with orgasm as he could take
it no longer and emptied his nuts and soul into the male perfection he was
fucking.

End Robert's Second Fantasy.

Robert grew up in a religion that taught strict self-control and
self-mastery. Some of its teachings included strict prohibition from
masturbation and no sex outside of (hetero) marriage. Robert began to
eroticize chastity and the denial of sexual pleasure from a young age. He
felt incredibly guilty about his constant need to jerk off and he felt
especially bad that his thoughts were about men and their feet. It was one
thing to wank to the thoughts of women who he could seek out for marriage,
but another story to fantasize about something that was completely
forbidden and could never be accepted within the realms of his faith.

When Robert struggled to get to sleep at night, his mind would drift to
bizarre fantasy scenarios where boys like him were constantly being
monitored for deviant desires, with measures being put in place to either
prevent him from masturbating or to channel his desires towards women.

Robert's Third Fantasy: Who "comes" first, wins.

In this fantasy, Robert, along with several other deviant (homosexual)
youth are each placed in a sealed cubicle, totally separate from each other
and unable to hear what's going on in the adjacent cubicles. Wrapped around
their penises are devices that vibrate at a constant rate, delivering a
moderate amount of pleasure to their systems. Eventually, they will reach
orgasm. The aim of the game, though, is to be the first one to ejaculate.
The winner gets a special prize, perhaps a free dinner at a restaurant,
perhaps a bonus orgasm during otherwise enforced chastity periods in the
week. To encourage the guys to cum faster, a five-second picture is shown
to them and they are able to press a button indicating whether they like or
don't like it. Their hands are tied so that they cannot stimulate
themselves; they can only press the acceptance or rejection button. What
the boys are not told, is that this experiment is actually being used to
identify the exact areas of deviance so that in the future this information
can be used to train them towards a heterosexual path. The game seems to be
fun and games but the information about what exactly is exciting them is
vital for the (somewhat sadistic) researchers involved.

If the deviant youth rejects a picture, it is removed from the batch of
pictures. If he accepts the picture, then it is placed in the loop to be
shown again later. All sorts of fetish pictures are shown to Robert.
Eventually, a foot fetish photo will be shown to him and he will click to
accept it, in the hopes that he will be shown it again. This, of course,
increases his arousal and allows him to cum faster. Sounds are also played
for the youth. Robert hears a woman (probably getting fucked) screaming in
pleasure and quickly rejects the sound. Then he hears a man's voice
grunting deeply and he selects to accept that sound bite. Slowly he creates
an ideal batch of pictures and sounds that bring him to orgasm.

End Robert's Third Fantasy.

Robert would always hope to see his dad's feet displayed when he came home
from school. Sometimes he was lucky. Sometimes his dad would be resting on
the sofa when he got home, his wide, smooth soles sticking directly out
towards the verandah. Robert would get into position, hands in his shorts
and one eye sticking out from behind the front door, staring in complete
fascination, waiting for the slightest movement of the soles presented to
him. He loved it when his dad wiggled his toes or stretched his feet. That
was usually the tipping point for him. He would stroke himself to orgasm
during one of his dad's toe-wriggling sessions, eyes stuck on the feet of
his beloved dad, visions of his wet tongue tickling those expansive soles
as the guilt and shame of what he was doing took over his soul, encouraging
the final drops of sinful cum to leave his penis.

One night, when he was eighteen, Robert's mum was away at a conference and
he was left alone with Dad in the house. Dad had fallen asleep, stomach
first, his entire body under one thin bedsheet. His hormones were in
overdrive that night and he dared himself to do the most forbidden thing of
all -  get intimate with the feet of his maker. The door to the master
bedroom was open that warm night and he could hear the soft snoring of his
father. He was presented with the most thrilling sight of all. His dad's
foot hung off the edge of the bed, pressing tightly against the thin white
bedsheet that kept the feet prisoner.

Robert almost started to drool when he saw the shape of his dad's feet
through the bedsheet. His dick throbbed and he suddenly felt feverish, as
if he was going to die before he could show how much he loved the feet in
front of him. He stepped very quietly into the master bedroom and suddenly
felt no care about being discovered. He figured he could always stay still
and dad would go back to sleep if he accidentally awakened him.

Robert knelt quietly at the foot of the bed, face inches away from the
covered soles. He allowed himself to enjoy the sight before him, like a
humble man before the Gods. His head was spinning from the sheer ecstasy of
what was about to happen, intoxicated by the sight before him.

The first step, he realized, would be to very slowly start untucking the
bedsheet from near and beneath his dad's toes. This had to be done
extremely slowly so as to prevent him from noticing the change in pressure
from the adjustment of the sheets and also the change in temperature
resulting from exposed skin.  His hands trembled as he begged God
(ironically) to allow him to expose the hidden soles. His raging erection
was emitting heat much like that of a desperate wild animal, risking being
eaten by a lion, just to fuck a mate in the middle of the savanna.

Robert began a careful pattern. He pulled up the bedsheet by half an inch
and waited, listening for the slightest change in breathing pattern.
Slowly, the bedsheet near his dad's feet became more and more untucked.
After ten minutes of pulling and waiting, pulling and waiting, the sheet
was completely untucked from the feet area and his dad was still fast
asleep.

Now it was time to expose the soles. Robert very cautiously lifted the
bedsheet to expose the toes and ball of the feet. The soles in front of him
were larger than he imagined. They were also smooth and clean. His eyes
darted in the very dim light from one toe to the other, asking himself
which one was more masculine, which one was more beautiful and worthy of
worship.

He realized he had to be careful about his breath. Trying to control the
sound of his breath was intensely arousing for him, just like any other
form of self-control. He kept his breathing as quiet as possible, although
it was extremely difficult when presented with such an arousing sight. He
also had to be careful not to allow his breath to tickle his dad's soles
and give away his presence.

What he had just done was so overwhelming he had to step out of the room to
contemplate what had just happened. He stuck his head back in, wondering if
what had just happened was even real. Sure enough, he could see the bottom
half of his dad's magnificent feet exposed as the man continued to snore
peacefully. Robert realized he couldn't chicken out now. It was time for
phase two.

He tiptoed back into kneeling position and exposed another quarter inch of
man feet. He told himself he needed to stop there. Otherwise, the cool air
passing over his dad's entire feet might wake him up. He gathered up the
courage to begin the foot worship in earnest.

What surprised Robert is how much heat his dad's foot was giving off. He
places his lips a quarter of an inch from the soles and allowed the heat to
caress his lips, as if inviting him to come even closer. As slowly as the
continents move towards each other, he moved his face closer to his prize
until his lower lip came into contact with the sole.

He could count his heartbeats in the throbbing of his dick. For a few
seconds, the world became just his lips and his dad's feet. His head was
spinning from the ecstasy of the forbidden and immoral contact. This was
the most intense sexual experience he had ever experienced. He prayed to
God that his dad did not wake up from this touch. He slowly removed his lip
and trembled at the thought of what he had just done.

He began to salivate and moved his head in again, slightly more confident
after not hearing any change in his dad's snoring. He placed the tip of his
wet tongue on what he imagined to be the least sensitive part of his dad's
lower soles. He kept it there for a few seconds, allowing the sensation of
beautiful sin to overload his brain. He moved his tongue barely a
millimeter across the soles and pulled it away. It was important for him to
know that he had actually moved his tongue across part of his prize.
Somehow that was more intimate and arousing.

Once he realized that sliding his tongue across part of the soles did not
wake his father, he began to become more daring. After a ten second pause,
he chose a more sensitive spot on the soles and slid a moist tongue tip
across an inch of bare foot. In the extremely dim light, he could see a
little moist trail where he had just marked his territory. It wasn't just
that he wanted to explore all of the exposed sole; he wanted different
parts of his tongue to also feel the prize before him. So he would
occasionally stick his tongue a little further out of his eager mouth so
that a larger portion of tongue could taste the sculpture beneath his face.
He wanted to lick faster and harder, just like he imagined his dad would
fuck his mum harder and faster as he became more aroused.

How he wished his father could understand what beautiful feet he had and
allow others to worship them. It seemed unfair that his dad could not
participate in this sex act. Surely it would make him feel good and in
control to have his son kneeling at his feet, youthful tongue slithering
all over his sensitive soles.

As he became more and more confident, he started peeling back more of the
sheet from his dad's feet, now exposing the arch. Robert knew the arch was
the most sensitive part and therefore more dangerous to explore. The risk
he was taking was sending his dick into overdrive and leaking precum. As
his wet tongue touched the exposed arch, his dad suddenly jerked on the bed
and the snoring stopped.

Fear-related adrenaline started flowing in his body as he went completely
still. His dad made a grunting noise but didn't turn or get off the bed.
Five minutes later the snoring started again and Robert relaxed a little.
He no longer dared to peel more sheet off the feet he was staring at but
continued to deliver little kisses and tongue touches to the balls of the
feet and the big toe. Ten minutes later his dad jerked again and raised his
head from the bed.

He stayed silent again, almost in tears from being so close to being
discovered. He realized that this foot worship session was over. When his
dad placed his head back on the pillow, Robert made his way out of the room
as silently as possible. As he lay in bed, he was dizzy with fear and
intense sexual arousal. He masturbated, his ejaculation intense and almost
painful as the shame of what he had done reverberated up and down his young
body, helplessly thinking of the magnificent feet of his maker, no doubt
sculpted by the Gods themselves.

If his dad suspected anything, he never told Robert. For years afterward,
that feverish worship session played over in his mind as he stimulated
himself to orgasm over and over again, buckets of semen effectively pulled
from his body by meaty dad soles.

The scenes were more spicy in his fantasies. He was still kneeling at the
foot of the bed but both his parents were involved and they didn't mind him
being there.

End of Part 1