I come from a fairly large family that consists of my parents and their siblings and their respective children. Most of my cousins are boys, which meant more fun for me during family vacations. I knew from an early age that I was attracted to men and that I find feet very attractive. I don’t know when I started seeking out male feet, but my earliest recollection begins way back in grade school. My older cousin, Salvador, lived with us because his school was much closer to our house than theirs was. He was 5 years older than me, and tall for his age, eventually reaching the towering height of 5’9 (that’s considered tall in the Philippines). Despite not being sporty, he had a good physique that can be attributed to his daily morning jogs and regular outings to the gym. He moved in with us when I was 8. At the onset, I was attracted to him because he was (and still is) hot. He’s dark, but with Chinese/mestizo features. He was also very amiable. Also, on the day he arrived at our house, he was wearing flip flops that perfectly displayed his large feet (I later learned he’s size 12). Because my family lived in a 3 bedroom bungalow, he roomed with me. At first, we used to share a bed because mine was a double bed. On the first night, he asked me if it was ok for him to sleep with his feet towards the headboard because he wants the AC, which was above my bed, to be pointed towards him. I told him it was fine, and he replied that it was ok for me to cover his feet with a pillow if his feet smelled bad. I outwardly cringed but inwardly squealed with joy to find out his feet smelled. After he put away his things, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently massaged his feet. I watched him do this for a while before I asked him what was wrong. He told me that his feet were sore because of the long trip from the province and that when he reached Manila, he had to stand in the bus because all the seats were full. Seeing this as my chance, I quickly offered to massage his feet. He demurred by saying that his feet were probably dirty because he wore only flip flops. I told him that I don’t mind one bit and that I give good massages, having massaged my sister’s feet a few times before. He continued to demure until I sat on the floor right in front of him and held my hand out. He then said ok, dusted his soles off for a bit, then plopped them into my lap. He must have enjoyed it because afterwards, and time and again while he lived with us, he would ask me to massage his feet. When he’d come home from the park, from school, from visits home to his family, always when he entered my room, I would immediately sit down on the the floor and wait for him to take his shoes and socks off. After some time, he asked me to be the one to remove his shoes and socks. I was very happy when he asked me if this, and everyday I would eagerly wait for him to come home. When he’d enter our room, even if I was at my desk downing homework or watching tv on the bed, I would immediately get down on the floor. He would smile, sit on the bed or stand before me, and lift his foot towards me. After I took his shoes and socks off, he would go to the closet to change, but only after patting my head or tousling my hair. He also made it a habit of saying “good boy” as he did this. My c*** would harden at those words. Eventually, he stopped asking me to massage his feet and would simply lift his foot in my direction if I was far, and press his foot on me or plant a foot in my lap if I was near. He also stopped caring to dust his feet if there was dirt and dust. Oftentimes if I’d comment that his feet were dirty, he’d simply wipe his feet on my clothes. This started a kink where, if he were not at home, I would wipe the soles of his shoes on my body and admire the dirt on my skin. Although, one time when his feet were muddy from walking in the garden after a rain shower and I kneeled in front of him, he said no in such a firm way that I had to look at him. He never used that tone with me before so I was surprised but also turned on that he could be that firm. Summer was the best because not only was he on break from school, he also spent most of the time at home either playing computer games or just lazing around the house. He would walk barefoot due to the heat, even outdoors in the garden or in the garage, he would always be barefoot. By this time, I was already old enough to know that simply massaging his feet was not enough. However, I was too shy to ask him if I could lick his feet. So I would only do it if he was asleep. He was never a very deep sleeper, but he’s also very bad at holding his liquor. After a few glasses, he’d be nodding off and my dad would have to carry him back to the room. On these days (always during the weekend when he and my dad would have drinks together) I would wait patiently until everyone was asleep before I locked my door. Because my dad would lay Sal (my cousin’s nickname) on the bed with his feet at the foot of the bed, I would kneel at the end and just stare at his feet for a bit. After a while, I would press my tongue to the ball if his foot and lick upwards to his toes in one motion. Then I would s*** on each toe and try to insert all 5 into my mouth at the same time (I eventually succeeded when I turned 13). I would coat his feet with saliva and admire as his feet glistened under the glare of the lamp. As I grew older, I started to rub my c*** against his feet. The sensation I felt was amazing and I wondered why I hadn’t done it before. I followed a pattern wherein I would first moisten his feet with my saliva followed by rubbing my c*** on his feet. Sometimes though, I would rub my c*** on his feet while they were still dirty. I would also lay at the foot of the bed, and while I serviced one foot with my tongue, I rubbed the other foot on my d***. I would rub his foot on my n******, all over my face, I would wipe his soles on my tongue and, when I started producing s****, would lick the c** off his soles or sometimes I would rub the c** onto my body. By the time the summer I turned 15 rolled around, I had already done many dirty things with Sal’s feet. It was at this age where I had the courage to ask him if I could lick his feet. It was summer break and because he’d gone to Magda’s house barefoot, his feet were dirty. It was dirtier than usual because Magda’s garden was very dry and the souls had hardened a lot. As usual, Sal was about to wipe his feet on me but then I told him no. He looked at me in surprise and asked me why. I then asked him if I could lick it clean instead. He stared at me then said no, but I asked again and told him that it would be fine. He asked me why I wanted to lick his feet, so I told him that I have a f********** and that I’ve wanted to lick his feet for so long (naturally I left out the part about licking and f****** his feet while he was asleep). He looked at me for a long time, sighed and then told me to go ahead. My first time licking his feet while he was awake did not disappoint. I started with the left foot while I massaged the right one, then switched after the left one was clean enough. After that, I asked him what it felt like, and he said it felt sticky but nice, especially having my wet tongue cool his feet off. We continued with this for a few more days, wherein it consisted of the usual routine plus the added bonus of licking his feet either after he’d exercised or if his feet were dirty. Eventually, he accepted that I could also lick his muddy feet but he refused to wipe it on me because the stain might be obvious and people would ask questions. Evidently he watched some videos about foot fetishes because he started rubbing his feet on my c***, which in turn started the practice of me being totally naked while I was at his feet. The first time I licked my c** off his feet, he watched me do it and told me it was a hot sight. He also would sometimes wipe the c** on my body or face, and he later started f****** me with his foot, sometimes using my c** as lube. This continued until he moved to his own apartment. I was sad at first, until he very innocently told me he was looking for a roommate and wouldn’t stop looking at me. And a few days later, I was living with him and couldn’t be happier, or so I thought, until he brought his best friends Paquito and Iggy to “meet” me 😉