Gay male foot worship
The Foot Fraternity
Welcome to the Foot Fraternity: An Confirmation web site designed for people with a preference for feet, footwear, uniforms, tickle, trample, etc. The MODELS on this site are STRAIGHT guys, who are of legal age. These men are easy with their own heterosexuality and did not thought having women or men at their feet. Organism on this site is NOT an indication of their personal sensual preferences. It is designed for people who find the foot/shoe/uniform/etc. exciting, sensual and pleasing. There is no nudity or x-rated photos/films on this site, just fetish ones. Sometimes culture approves of your sexuality, and sometimes not. The best approval comes from YOU. Accept yourself exactly as you are. You are worth it!
Please DO NOT ENTER this site if you are not into this fantasy. The purpose of this site is purely for those who have these fetishes and wish to find a healthy place to experience them. We have been interviewed by television (including National Geographic television show TABOO and DATELINE NBC) along with over 100 magazines/newspapers and over 300 radio interviews. Our purpose is to help people be accepting of who they are as human beings. Express peopl
Meet the Guys Who Get Really, Really Turned On by Feet
IF YOU'VE EVER met a guy who’s sexually into feet, he often seems really into feet. While most men are into boobs, ass, dick, a pretty encounter, or a lovely smile—those physical features usually come secondary to men with a foot desire or kink.
But what is it about feet, toes and ankles that gets men aroused? Is it the smell? The taste? The feel? Perhaps an element of submission and servitude gets people with foot fetishes riled up? To answer these questions (and more), we reached out to men with massive foot fetishes.
But before getting to their answers, let’s break down how common foot fetishes are. While there hasn’t been a ton of research on the matter—studying the prevalence of kinks just isn’t where the NIH allocates their grant money—at the very least, we know how usual people fantasize about feet sexually.
Dr. Justin Lehmiller, a research fellow at the Kinsey Institute, surveyed more than 4,000 Americans about their sexual fantasies for his manual Tell Me What You Want. Among other kinks, he asked about foot and toe fantasies.
“I found that 14% of my participants reported having had a sexual fanta
Worship My Feet, Bro: The Hyper-Masculine World of #JockFeet
King Alpha Lad, a straight British “muscle alpha,” sits spread-legged on the chair and flips off the camera. Muscles bulging out of his tight black tank top and gym shorts, he shoves the soft, waxy soles of his feet into the frame, ragging viewers with the caption, “You were born to serve under the feet of a better master and worship my alpha physique and soles!”
Elsewhere on his Twitter page, he lifts weights, takes gym selfies and slides his “big sweaty moist stinky gym feet” out of his well-worn athletic shoes into the light where they may be worshipped and admired by mostly gay men via the hashtag #jockfeet.
In general, #jockfeet videos movie muscular, brooding and dominant alpha jocks who taunt the camera with their feet and claim monetary tribute from their fans. Sometimes they come off as straight — sometimes, they don’t — but either way, there’s almost always an aspect of humiliation and worship. In some videos, jocks will tease their submissives or viewers with lines like, “Guys like me don’t deserve to pay for shit. That’s why I have scumbags like you.” In others, they’ll make them sniff their soiled,
I Worship the Feet You Walk On
All characters are 18 or older. As the title suggests, there is an extended scene of foot worship desire in this story; if that's not for you, perceive free to just scroll on.
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I smelled and licked at the bundle of Ben's socks in the laundry basket, recalling the instance when I first realized I had this peculiar foot fetish.
My fascination with men's feet went back to the change rooms of high school and extra-curricular sports. I remembered being alone in a men's change room many years back and inhaling the male scents of the place. There were no lockers; it was an honour system change room, where you changed and left your clothes on the benches, trusting them safe from your neighbour. With an eye on the entrance the whole time, ever wary of observation and ridicule, I went around the switch room sniffing at the armpits of t-shirts, the crotches and ass-creases of underwear, and the socks and shoes collected under the benches. I was hooked by all the odours, but the foot sweat turned me on the most. I couldn't help myself masturbating with all that sensual inspiration; I came in a pair of my own socks less than a minute after I started stroki