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A Common Fetish

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I have had a foot fetish since I was about twelve or thirteen. But I didn't openly explore it because at that age, I had no idea that there was such a thing as a foot fetish. I thought I was odd for liking feet. When I was fourteen, I went away to a private school that had dorms on site. My roommate was a sixteen-year-old boy who had been there about a year. We slept in bunk beds, with his being the upper bunk, and mine being the lower. From the first night I got there, I could hear him up on his bunk masturbating. I had no idea at that time what had aroused his interest. One night, I heard him masturbating, and then he stopped. I just lay there and listened. He whispered down to me, 'Are you asleep?' I didn't answer, but remained silent and pretended to be sleeping. I was curious as to what he was up to. He slowly and cautiously climbed down from his bunk. He carefully crept toward the foot of my bunk where he just stood there for a minute or two. There was a streetlight shining in the window, which gave enough light for me to see what he was doing. It was still rather dark, but I could see well enough. I was totally surprised when he slowly pulled the covers off my feet, and began to softly touch my soles and arches. He flexed my feet so that my soles wrinkled, and I heard him moan, 'Ooooh! Yes!' That is when he went for it. He placed his hard cock against my soles and rubbed himself to orgasm. I felt his warm semen shoot out all over my soles. He wiped off my soles, and quietly climbed back up to his bunk. The next night I waited at the foot of the bed for him to come down. As I watched him climb down, I reached over and touched his foot. He stopped dead in his tracks. I continued to stroke his foot and feel his soft arch. He then resumed his climb down, and got onto my bunk with me. Without speaking a single word, we got busy masturbating with each other's feet. We did this for the next year or so, up to the time when he graduated. We haven't seen each other since, but it was nice to know that I wasn't alone.

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