From the early age of five I can remember lying face down on the living room floor, watching Sat. afternoon Western on T.V. (I always cheered for the Indians) Head and chest prop up on my elbows, legs stretched out with toes curled under my feet. One day I found that rocking my heels side to side gave me a good feeling between my legs. With in days I found myself with pillow between my legs rubbing against it gave me the same good feeling. Each time I did this the same strange thought ran through my young mind. (Stealing bags of Moccasins from the Indians) By age six I found that not only did liked wearing my vinyl sole slippers socks, but enjoyed rubbing the smooth soles in my face as I humped my pillow while still thinking about bags of Moccasins. I became attracted to feet at age nine, while the opportune were rare I found myself excited and drawn with each chance to play with a friends feet. If they were wearing Slippers or Moccasins I could take my eyes off their feet with an unknown desire to reach out to touch and play with their feet. The Halloween I was eleven my parent bought two pairs black nylon slippers with full soft leather soles, through out the winter I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking them from their closet to smell and rub in my face as I hump my Pillow. By Spring I asked for and was given those Slippers, That summer my best friend was a male cousin. It was the best summer I had but I wish I knew more of what was going on with my body. One day while hanging around in our basement play room I started to wonder if I could get him into my soft sole slippers. I went up to my bedroom and came back with both pairs. At the bottom step I sat down, took of my sneakers and put on my Slippers, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get the other pair on him, but it turn out my cousin unknowingly helped me with that. As twelve-year-old do, we started to wrestle, I had him on the floor and he pushes me away using his feet. The hard sole of his shoe caught me in the face and it hurt. I grabbed the other pair of slippers and wrestle him to the floor again, this time wrapping my legs around his arms and chest while wrapping my arms around his legs with his feet at my face. I held tight, pinning him so he could move, with one hand I slide his shoe off thrown them across the room and sliding the slippers on. Saying; now it won’t hurt so much when you kick me. Before the words left my mouth I notice that my cock was rock hard and throbbing in my jeans. As he wiggles trying to brake free I took every chance I could to pull the soft leather soles to my face, just loving the smell and feel of the slippers and his feet. Finally braking free we continue to wrestle and I kept grabbing at his lags and feet. When I did get back on the floor I pined his feet in my crotch, He though I was trying to stop him from kicking me, But what I really wanted was to feel his feet and the slippers on my stiff dick. At this point I notices a large bugle in his crotch as well, which just make me even more sexual excited. It took a few more time of wrestling him to the floor and rubbing my hot cock on those sweet slipper clad feet, but that was the first I cum in my jeans. A couple of weeks after that I was in a department store and bough my first pair of soft sole Moccasins, the next week I was back buying a pair for my cousin. Seeing him wearing Moccasins always gave me a hard on, but I never did have the chance to play with his feet again.
That is pretty much how my soft sole foot fetish developed.
To better understand the story’s I aim posting and where this Author is coming from, I will add that summer my cousin and I became aware of our young rack hard cock. But back in the 60’s sex was never talk about in front of children and twelve year old boys serenely didn’t know a thing about it. While we did experiment with placing our stiff cock in each other mouth, nothing became of it. As I think back to the summer, that was the only sad part. Because after all these years I still remember how warm and silky smooth his young stiff dick felt sliding over my wet lips, and how much it felt like the smooth buttery soft deerskin Moccasins I love to have rubbed in my face today.
Growing up in the 60’s with a fetish like this had its good points and bad ones. A good point is that Moccasins were all the rages back then, every shoe store, department store, Ma & Pop clothing store and trading post sold Moccasins and not as slippers like today but causal foot ware. Even in the City you couldn’t go out with out see a dozen people from all walks of life wearing them. I use to love going to different events just to see all the different Moccasins being worn and find new ones to buy.
The flip side was there was no Internet around. None of my friend had a sexual love for Moccasins and feet like I did. There was no place for you to go to find other who sheared this fetish and helps me understand it all. Add the Fact that homosexuality was a whisper in the dark back rooms and I could swing ether way. During my teen years, given the choose I would have just as soon put Moccasins on one of my sexier male friends and spent the night in bed with him. Desire that I had to suppress and drive from my head by the time I was in my twenties. You start to see the picture of a person with low self-esteem who feels like a sexual freak. In my twenties I was lucky enough to find a sexy looking women who indulged my Moccasins fetish. In the fourteen years we live together she wore Moccasins for me all the time. But it still felt dirty and needed to keep it a secret. (You’ll read more about her in Vicky loves her man)
The Internet was the best thing to happen for me. It put me in touch with other Moccasins & Slippers lover. I no longer feel like a sexual freak, but love and enjoy my fetish as much as I can.
In sharing all this information about my self, my goal is, first try to open the minds that do not have or understand a fetish like this.
Second even thought we are more open about our sexuality today. There still may be people out that may have a similar fetish who have not come to term with. They need to know they are not alone.
Last to encourage anyone who as a fetish like this to share their story.