(From Ropejock Board)
I met the guy with the pair of feet I coveted desperately when I was only a 13-year-old seventh grader. My older sister, then 18 years old, was a real pretty and popular high school cheerleader, and the senior guys buzzed around her all the time. One Sunday evening a guy named Gary who was a classmate of hers at school showed up at our house, along with his older brother (whose given name was Philip, but everyone called Rocky) for moral support, I guess, to see Diana. She invited them inside, and Gary and Diana went into the living room to talk. Gary was a nice-looking guy, but it was his 20-year-old brother Rocky who made my head spin.
Rocky was a tall guy, six-feet-three, and solidly built, and with his dark-brown hair, blue eyes, and great smile, he mesmerized me. Diana suggested to me that I take Rocky into the family room and show him my dad’s brand new stereo system; taking the hint, I lead him down the hall and showed it to him. He admired it, and we began to play some of my folks’ old records. He sat on the floor by the stereo cabinet and shuffled through the stacks of LP’s, and I sat nearby and couldn’t keep my eyes off his feet. He was wearing shorts and loafers without socks, and his feet had to be the largest I had ever seen. My throat went dry, and my heart was pounding like a hammer just seeing them.
He was a regular guy, friendly and talkative, and as we yakked I kept sneaking a look at Rocky’s legs and feet. His legs, like the rest of him, were long and very muscular, and they were covered with long dark silky hair, which grew right down to the visible tops of his feet. I desperately wanted to see his bare feet, and fearing that his brother would call him to go home at any moment, I got bold and, trying to sound mellow and friendly, told him to take off his shoes and make himself comfortable.
I sounded lame even to myself, but he just kept talking and casually slipped his feet out of the loafers. I was transfixed when I saw Rocky’s bare feet–they were really big and wide (a size 13E I’d find out later) and beautifully shaped in a masculine way, with that dark hair growing on the tops of them and tufts of it even sprouting on his long, thick toes. Rocky was very tanned, and his feet were tanned as well, except right at the edges where his feet curved down to his soles. That part was much lighter in color, and for some reason that made his feet even sexier to me.
Sort of overcome, I guess, I suddenly blurted out to Rocky that I thought he had really great looking feet. I instantly regretted the remark, but Rocky was cool. He just grinned at me and said: “Yeah? Well, thanks. I don’t know how great they are, but they’re sure big, aren’t they!” He sat with his legs stretched out straight out in front of him and wiggled his long toes, and he laughed and said his mom teased him about having ‘ski feet’.
Unable to resist, I scooted closer to him to look at his feet. He flexed and arched them, like he was showing them off to me, and I felt a complete boner in my jeans. I leaned over them to see them up close, and Rocky said: “They may not smell very nice, Will.”
Automatically I inhaled to see if I could smell the odor of them, and of course I could–and they smelled fantastic to me. I told him that I thought they smelled fine, and he just laughed softly and kept wiggling his toes.
I could have been happy looking at Rocky’s gorgeous masculine feet and inhaling their aroma forever, and I guess it showed. In a low voice, he murmured: “You really do like my feet, don’t you, Will.”
He sounded a bit surprised, but not judgmental, and I said I did. Of course I wanted to touch them, and unselfconsciously I reached over and very lightly touched the top of his left foot.
“Be careful there, bud,” Rocky said to me, “I’m kind of ticklish.”
His words stunned me, and I said: “Are you?”
He laughed ruefully and replied: “Oh, yeah.”
Just about then his brother Gary called down the hall to him that it was time to go. Rocky looked at me and said: “Sorry, Will, but I’ve gotta go.” He put his loafers back on and rose to his feet, setting some LP’s down on a chair. “Thanks for letting me see the stereo system, Will–she’s a beauty,” he said.
He head toward the door, and then he turned to me. “If I ever need a nice relaxing foot rub, I’ll give you a call some time,” he said, then winked at me and disappeared down the hall.
After that incident I daydreamed about Rocky and his muscular legs and gorgeous feet all the time. I thought about him, them, when I beat off for literally years afterwards. Very occasionally I later saw Rocky on the street a few times; he always waved and said hello, but nothing more happened between us. Eventually I heard that he’d enlisted in the Army and was gone from home for good.
I never forgot the details of that encounter with Rocky, although the impact of it gradually declined, and other, fresher things became the subject of my sexual fantasies. I went through high school and then attended the state university, where I majored in architecture. After graduation, I accepted a position with a prestigious architectural firm in our state capital, and my career went along quite well. I bought a sharp condo in a downtown neighborhood that was being ‘gentrified’, and life was good. I had stopped dating girls during my college days, but I never really found a boyfriend–maybe because I chose to remain deeply closeted.
I had a real nice media center installed in my condo, and when it developed technical glitches, I called a reputable local electronics repair firm to get it fixed. The repair technician came on a Friday afternoon to do his thing, and when I let him inside, I instantly recognized him as Rocky. He sort of looked at me in an odd way, but at first he made no mention that we’d ever met. He was very professional and polite, and called me Mr. S–.
At 33, Rocky (Philip) was more handsome and in better physical condition than ever, and I ached with indecision about whether to bring up the past myself. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but nowadays that doesn’t mean much. We fell to chatting as he worked, and he began talking about himself–that he’d spent two hitches with the Army, where he learned all about electronics, and that he was married for a few years, but it hadn’t worked out.
Then he surprised the hell out of me by asking if I was the Will S– he’d known briefly 12 or 13 years ago back in his home town. He was relaxed, and so I stayed relaxed, too–and I told him I was Will S–. He asked me if I remembered him from back then at all, and after hesitating, I said I did remember him. That admission seemed to please him immensely, and he became more voluble in his conversation with me. He talked about people he’d known back in his home town and related stories about them.
Then, out of the blue, he turned and faced me, and he asked me if I remembered how much I had been fascinated by his big feet that time we met. We looked at one another in silence for a moment, and seeing nothing in his eyes that felt threatening, I finally nodded and admitted that I remembered that very well. He turned back to working on the tuner, and then he asked me if I had ever gotten over my fascination with a guy’s feet.
Something in Rocky’s voice, the way he asked the question, made me feel, I don’t know, comfortable about answering it honestly–and so I did. I told him I’d always been attracted to a man’s feet and that I always would be. He turned and smiled at me, and my heart began beating again.
Rocky went on to say that, although he wasn’t into a guy’s feet, he was into guys–that he was gay, and he asked me if I was gay, too. He spoke so simply and forthrightly, that I answered him the same way and told him I had always been gay. He told me that I had turned out to be a real handsome guy, and he asked if I’d be willing to go out with him some time. He said he lived alone and didn’t have a boyfriend or a lover. Well, what else could I say but yes? We both broke out in big grins, and he came over to me and hugged me to him.
He asked me softly in my ear if I was still interesting in massaging his feet, and teasing him, I said that I was, but that I also wanted to finally find out how ticklish he really was. He snorted with laughter and pulled back and looked right into my eyes. “You’re going to be a real devil, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I told him, “if you’ll let me.”
He went serious faced and told me in reply: “You can do anything with me that you want, Will.”
I asked him if he could stay with me that night, and he agreed instantly. He returned after he had checked out from work for the day, and we had a nice dinner together, getting caught up on each other’s lives over the last 13 years. I was nervous–this was my first time to be with a man, but when we went upstairs to my bedroom for the night, Philip was absolutely wonderful with me. (He asked me to call him Philip since Rocky had been his nickname as a kid, and he didn’t much care for it anymore.) He gave me his big, beautiful feet, and I was in sexual heaven as I played with them.
He was very ticklish, I found out, but he got very turned on when I tickled him. And after a couple hours of wonderful foreplay, Philip took me, gently, and for the first time in my entire life I knew what it felt like to be loved, really loved, by another man. I still tell Phil that night was the night I truly began to live.
We dated steadily for several weeks’ time, and then the point came when I just couldn’t bear to send him out the door anymore. He moved in with me, and we have been happy together ever since. I also now have the biggest, best media set-up of anyone I know. Phil’s brother Gary, who became a really prosperous investment broker, came to visit us recently, and he knows how happy Phil and I are together–and he gave us his blessing. I in effect waited 13 years for Phil, but he is so wonderful to me (and his 13E feet are so incredibly sexy to me) that the wait was easily worth it. Obviously I have been extremely lucky in my life, and I’m so proud to have the love of such a wonderful man. I guess Phil and I are living proof that sometimes things do work out beautifully. They certainly have for us.