Stepping into desire

Two guys in their 30’s discover they share the same passion for feet.

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Jack had always known his attraction to feet wasn’t exactly mainstream. For as long as he could remember, he found himself fascinated by the curve of a well-formed arch and the sight of a man slipping his shoes off after a long day. It was the taboo of it that made his heart race—the quiet, unnoticed part of the body most people ignored but which, to him, was impossibly sensual.
The problem was, not everyone shared his passion.
Over the years, Jack had met a few guys who seemed into it at first, but they always cooled off once he brought his foot fetish to the forefront. Whether it was a casual brush of his fingers across their feet in bed or the suggestion of rubbing his face against their soles, they would stiffen up, withdraw, and the spark between them would inevitably die. It made him feel ashamed, like he was too much for most people to handle. That was, until he met Ryan.
Ryan was older than Jack by a couple of years, in his mid-thirties, and they’d met through a mutual friend at a small gathering one Friday night. The connection between them was instant—easy laughter and the kind of comfort that came from being in the presence of someone who understood you. Ryan had a quiet confidence about him, the kind that made Jack nervous in a good way.
After a few hours of drinking and talking, they had gravitated toward each other in the corner of the room, sharing stories and subtle glances. Eventually, they exchanged numbers. The next weekend, they made plans for Ryan to come over to Jack’s flat.
That evening, as Jack prepared for their night in, he couldn’t shake the anxiety creeping up. Would this be another time where things went south the moment his fetish came into play? He didn't want to scare Ryan off.
Ryan arrived, looking casual yet sexy in fitted jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his toned chest. They ordered pizza and settled in to watch some films. The conversation flowed easily again, and Jack felt himself relaxing, enjoying the company and the slow burn of attraction building between them.
At some point, Ryan kicked off his trainers, stretching out on the sofa. Jack’s eyes instinctively dropped to his socked feet—slightly sweaty, with that natural scent Jack found intoxicating. His pulse quickened. He felt the urge to say something but held back.
They kept chatting until Ryan leaned in with a smirk. “You keep looking at my feet, Jack. Do you like what you see?”
Jack froze for a moment, a flush rising in his cheeks. He wasn’t used to someone being so direct, but he didn’t want to lie. “Yeah… I guess I do.”
Ryan chuckled softly, and to Jack’s surprise, he didn’t seem put off. If anything, he seemed intrigued. “Is that your thing? Feet?” Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow.
Jack nodded, feeling a little vulnerable but also relieved to finally be talking about it openly. “I know it’s not for everyone, but… yeah, it’s something I’m really into.”
Ryan smiled, slowly peeling off his socks to reveal his bare feet—strong, masculine, with slightly rough soles and neatly trimmed nails. He lifted one foot, resting it on Jack’s thigh. “Well, it just so happens I’m into it too. Maybe more than you think.”
Jack’s heart pounded in his chest, the air between them suddenly electric. He could barely believe what he was hearing. “Really?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement and disbelief.
Ryan nodded, leaning back into the sofa, his gaze locked on Jack. “Why don’t you show me what you’d like to do?”
Jack needed no further encouragement. His hands reached out, trembling slightly with anticipation as he cradled Ryan’s foot in his palms. The warmth of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he took his time, gently massaging the arch with his thumbs, feeling the texture of the sole under his fingers. Ryan’s toes flexed slightly, and Jack couldn’t help but smile.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Ryan’s toes, placing soft kisses along each one before sliding his tongue between them. The taste was earthy, masculine—exactly what he had fantasized about. Ryan let out a low groan of approval, his cock clearly hardening beneath his jeans.
Jack glanced up, meeting Ryan’s eyes, which were dark with lust. He moved lower, licking the ball of his foot and tracing the outline of the arch with his tongue, feeling the roughness of the skin as he savored every moment. Ryan shifted, clearly enjoying the attention. “You’re good at this,” he murmured.
Jack grinned. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Ryan chuckled, but the sound turned into a moan as Jack pressed his face against the sole, inhaling deeply before kissing his way up the foot again, savoring every inch. His own cock throbbed in his trousers, straining against the fabric, but he was too caught up in the moment to care about his own pleasure. This was about worshipping Ryan, about indulging his deepest desires in a way he hadn’t been able to before.
Ryan reached down, tugging Jack’s shirt off before guiding him to sit back on the sofa. “I want to return the favor,” Ryan said, dropping to his knees in front of Jack.
Jack’s breath caught in his throat as Ryan unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear to reveal his rock-hard cock. Ryan looked up at him with a smirk, his hands gently grasping Jack’s ankles, lifting his feet up. He pressed his lips to the top of Jack’s foot, trailing kisses down the length of his sole, mirroring what Jack had done to him.
Jack groaned, the sight of Ryan worshipping his feet sending waves of pleasure through him. Ryan took his time, massaging and kissing, occasionally sucking on his toes, all while maintaining eye contact. Jack had never felt anything so erotic, the combination of the physical sensations and the connection between them making his head spin.
Ryan worked his way back up, his lips finally brushing against Jack’s throbbing cock. Without hesitation, he took it into his mouth, sucking slowly and expertly. Jack’s hips bucked as the pleasure built, his hands gripping the sofa as Ryan alternated between deep, slow sucks and teasing licks along the shaft.
As Ryan worked, his free hand continued to massage Jack’s feet, heightening the intensity of the moment. Jack could feel the orgasm building, his body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck, Ryan,” he moaned, “I’m gonna—”
Before he could finish, his orgasm hit, powerful and overwhelming. He gasped as his cock pulsed in Ryan’s mouth, spilling into him as waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Ryan didn’t stop, swallowing every drop before pulling back, a satisfied grin on his face.
Jack collapsed back against the sofa, panting, his heart still racing. “That was… incredible,” he said breathlessly.
Ryan stood up, wiping the corner of his mouth before sitting next to Jack. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.
Jack smiled, pulling Ryan closer. For the first time, he didn’t feel self-conscious about his fetish. In fact, he felt more accepted than ever before.
“I’d say we’re just getting started,” Ryan whispered with a mischievous grin.